To Hunt a Sub by Jacqui Murray

THAS-small [16806]An unlikely team is America’s only chance

A brilliant Ph.D. candidate, a cynical ex-SEAL, and a quirky experimental robot team up against terrorists intent on stealing America’s most powerful nuclear weapon, the Trident submarine. By all measures, they are an unlikely trio–one believes in brawn, another brains, and the third is all geek. What no one realizes is this trio has a secret weapon: the wisdom of a formidable female who died two million years ago.

Preview Chapter from To Hunt a Sub

Three days before present

Ten hours and thirty-seven more minutes and the crew of the USS Hampton SSN 767 would be home. Seasoned submariners, the six-month covert intelligence-surveillance-reconnaissance tour down the eastern seaboard of South America had gone flawlessly and silently. The Atlantic is a large ocean and the Los Angeles-class sub’s noise footprint small. Once the boat cleared Cuba, the crew would relax.
The Captain sipped the morning’s fourth cup of burned coffee when the hair on the back of his neck prickled. He glanced around, trying to identify what bothered him.
“Captain,” the Watchstander’s gaze bobbed from the Executive Officer to his watchstation. “Navigation is non-responsive.” Confusion tinged his words.
That was it. A change in the deck’s subtle rumble. Before the Captain could react to the impossibility that guidance controls had crashed, every monitor in the sub’s nerve center shut down.
He hadn’t seen this in twenty years of driving subs. All personnel made a hole as he rushed toward the Control Center, shadowed by the XO.
“Sonar readings?” The Captain called to Sonarman Second Class Andy Rikes in the compartment just aft of Control, barely larger than a broom closet but elbow-to-elbow with operators, fingers flying across keyboards and eyes locked onto screens that blinked a dull grey.
Rikes answered, “Negative, Sir. The hydrophones are working, but aren’t sending raw data, like someone pulled the plug and flushed everything out to sea. Trying to fix it.” His voice was hopeful.
If the screen had worked, Sonarman Rikes would have seen the ping, a final gasp before everything electrical collapsed.
The COB—Chief of Boat—interrupted, “Captain. Reactor Scram!” The sub’s nuclear power had evaporated. “Nuclear technicians isolating the problem. Battery back-up is being attempted.”
“Shift propulsion from main engines to EPM,” an auxiliary electric motor that could turn the propeller.
“Negative, Captain. Non-responsive.” Fear leaked from his voice.
The depth meter no longer worked, but the XO guessed that the sub was angled downward at 10 degrees
“Blow main ballast tanks!”
“No response, Captain.”
“How deep is the ocean floor in this sector of the Atlantic?”
The Sonarman answered, “It varies between 1,000 and 16,000”
16,000 feet was well below the sub’s crush depth.
“There are seamounts and ridges spread throughout. We could get lucky and land on one. Or not.”
“Inform US Strategic Command of our situation.”
“Sir, comms are down.”
“Release the message buoy,” though all that told the world was they were in trouble. It could quickly drift miles from their position.
The Captain continued, voice calm, face showing none of the worry that filled his thoughts, “I want all department heads and Chief Petty Officers in front of me in five minutes. I want the status on every system they own and operate. Wake up whoever you need to.” He had a bad feeling about this.

“Gentlemen, solutions.” The Captain looked first at XO, then COB and finally NAV, the Navigation Officer who turned to the senior chief of navigation.
“It’s like an electromagnetic pulse hit us, which can’t happen underwater…” then he shrugged as though to say, I have no idea, Sir.
They practiced drills for every sort of emergency, but not this one. No one considered a complete electrical shutdown possible.
“We’re checking everything, but nothing is wrong. It just won’t work.”
“Where’s CHENG?” The Chief of Engineering.
“Troubleshooting, Sir.” COB’s voice was efficient, but tense.
The Captain didn’t wait. “Condition Alpha. Full quiet—voices whispers, all silent, no movement not critical. Defcon 2,” the second-highest peacetime alert level.
No one knew who their enemy was or why they were under attack, but they had one and they were.
“XO, get lanterns up here.”

Within an hour, the massive warship had settled to the ocean floor like the carcass of a dead whale. It teetered atop an ocean ridge, listing starboard against a jagged seamount, and the gentle push of an underwater current from a cliff that plunged into a murky darkness. Every watertight door was closed. As per protocol, the oxygen level was reduced to suppress a fire hazard. Without climate controls, the interior had already reached 60 degrees. It would continue dipping as it strove to match the bone-chilling surrounding water temperature. Hypothermia would soon be a problem. For now, though, they were alive.
The hull groaned as though twisted by a giant squid.
The Captain peered into the gloomy waters that surrounded the sub. “Thoughts, XO?”
“We’re stable for the moment, barring a strong underwater current.”
Based on the creaking protests from the hull, they were at or beyond crush depth. Any deeper, the outside pressure would snap the HY-80 outer hull and sea water would roar into the living compartments. Everyone would be dead in seconds, either drowned or impaled on the ragged remains of the sub by a force in excess of a Category Five hurricane.
“We’re beyond the depth of the Steinke Hoods,” escape equipment that included full body suits, thermal protection, and a life raft. Budget cuts had eliminated funding for more advanced solutions.
XO pointed toward a darker expanse of black just yards from the sub. “No telling how deep that crevice is.”
“Gather the crew in the Forward compartment. Seal all other compartments. Ration water. Start O2 candles when levels reach 50% normal. Did the message buoy launch?”
“Yes, sir.”
That was a relief. The Deep Submergence Rescue Vehicle (DSRV) deployed in emergencies from shore couldn’t assist if it didn’t know they needed help.

Quote from author:

What sets this story apart from other thrillers is the edgy science used to build the drama, the creative thinking that unravels the deadly plot, and the captivating prehistoric female who unwittingly becomes the guide and mentor to Kalian Delamagente as she struggles to stop a madman from destroying her life.

Book information:
Title and author: To Hunt a Sub by J. Murray
Release Date: August 15, 2016 by Structured Learning
Genre: Thriller
Cover by: Paper and Sage
Available at:
Kindle August 15th

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Author bio:
Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular Building a Midshipman, the story of her daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy. She is the author/editor of over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, adjunct professor of technology in education, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice book reviewer, a columnist for TeachHUB, Editorial Review Board member for Journal for Computing Teachers, monthly contributor to Today’s Author and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics. You can find her books at her publisher’s website, Structured Learning.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you a story…

weekendcoffeeshareIf we were having coffee we would be relaxing on my sofa, feet up, with our drinks close by as we nattered about our week. Call it what you will, gabbed, chatted, chewed the fat (to throw in an American phrase) – we would set the world to rights. I’d want to know everything you’ve been up to, especially as it feels so long since we last caught up. I missed last week, and almost this week until a friend reminded me how much she enjoyed our little get-togethers.

It’s my own fault. I’ve been writing non-stop, but also waving my arms around quite a lot. By which I mean interpreting. But of course you know that. It always reminds me of a friend, Van, who enjoys to ask ‘what do you call a group of interpreters?’ and the answer, which I’m sure you’ve heard before, is ‘a flap!’ Maybe it’s an in-house joke, and we all have those don’t we?

I would tell you I went to the cinema with my youngest daughter. She decided not to go out with her friends, and I’m not sure if that’s because she wanted to spend time with me, or Dylan O’Brien (an actor in the movie!). I took her to see The Maze Runner, and whatever the reason for her company, we had a great time.

If we were having coffee, you would no doubt ask me how the story a day is coming along, at which point I would groan. Mainly because I’ve been late posting nearly every day this week. I’m really glad I decided to write a continued story, because I’m hard pressed writing something between jobs as it is, let alone something completely new. I’m in these characters’ heads now, and they’re cooperating, which is good. That said, I’m going to have fun in the editing stage!

After we’d caught up, laughed, and had our fill of caffeine, I would share with you my instalment for today. I would do this only because it’s short, and I only just finished it. After that, we would saunter over to Diana’s place to catch up with everyone else – feeling relaxed and itching to learn how our other friends are doing.

Missing Part 16 (Day 19) A Story A Day

Holly couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t see. Panic had her in its grip, which only made her lungs tighten further.

She’d been right about the crew moving out. Holly had waited for hours, listening to the sounds of organised chaos outside her box. The prospect of leaving filled her with a fear so sharp and bright she felt it clawing at her insides. Even though she had fought to escape, she knew this prison was safer than what lay ahead.

She sucked in a breath, trying not to breath through her nose. The cloth sack over her head smelled of fear and fruitless tears; a reminder that she was completely at their mercy. Her hands and feet were bound, which was her punishment for fighting back. Still, it had been satisfying to hear the grunt of pain when she’d kneed one of her captors where it hurt. She’d bitten him too.

It’s not over yet.

Holly tried to hold onto the thought. She repeated it over and over in her mind, clinging to hope, praying for an answer. It was working, until a scream pierced the air an instant before she heard the squealing of tyres. Something hit the van they were travelling in. There was no mistaking the shock of impact. Her heart accelerated, hope burning bright, even as her body began to fall and her world was turned upside down. Then her head rapped against something hard and sharp, and darkness engulfed her completely.

Thanks for stopping by. Have a great weekend.


If we were having coffee…there would be a lot to discuss.

weekendcoffeeshareIf we were having coffee I might glance over my shoulder from time to time, and be forced to admit that I’m worried about retribution. I pranked my daughter a few days ago and she swore payback – she’s extremely good at it! This would no doubt lead to a conversation about pranks, and I would ask if you’ve ever pulled a prank on your family and friends. It’s not uncommon for our discussions to turn to books, and because there are great examples in literature, I would tell you that my favourite Roald Dahl book is The Twits. The pranks they played on each other were truly hilarious, in a twisted kind of way! My daughter is a fan of Amelia Jane by Enid Blyton, so she has a mean streak! But don’t worry, her beef is with me so you’re safe.

I would refresh our mugs and we would talk about our week. I would share my snaps from my day at the seaside last Saturday, and share my memories. We had a great time.


If we were having coffee, our discussion would turn to blogging, because there are several great things happening in the blogosphere right now. Part Time Monster has a special month planned for October, which I’m particularly excited about. The Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) are running an anthology contest, which is open until the 1st of November 2015. To find out more, click here. Elizabeth Tyree is running a new feature, interviewing authors and illustrators. To find out more, click here. Charles Yallowitz posed some interesting questions in this week’s round of his new feature: Questions 3. I really enjoy the threads this feature generates, and (as we are having coffee) I thought I would share the questions. You can join the thread on Charles’s site by clicking here.

Q1: If you survived the apocalypse, what would be your first priority?

Finding the rest of my family and friends. My first thought when considering this question was of the new television show Fear the Walking Dead. It’s a great show because it starts from the first outbreak and gives us a glimpse of what our world would be like if a deadly virus destroyed the planet. In reality, and depending on how many people survived; the dangers present, etc. I would try to get to my family. You have to consider that phones lines would be down, and the roads treacherous at best, but I would give it my best shot.

Q2: Would you be a loner or gather a group and why?

I’m probably going to surprise a few people, being an introvert and all. But I would gather a group. I believe in strength in numbers, and you have to build trust early. If I chose to be a loner (with the exception of family, I hope), that trust would be hard earned if forced into a situation beyond my control. I’m sure there would be ample opportunity for me to get some alone time!

Q3: If one object survived the initial chaos, what would you want it to be?

Probably my car. There are things I’d grab from the house, supplies I would take with me (that I assume would survive). But if I’m going on a mission to find my family and other survivors, I’m going to need some wheels!

If we were having coffee, and we were satisfied we’d fully explored Charles’ questions, we would probably head over to Diana’s place – where the conversation would continue. And the coffee, of course.

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If we were having coffee…there would only be time for one cup.

weekendcoffeeshareIf we were having coffee, it would be ridiculously early (sorry). I’m going on a trip to the seaside today – Bridlington to be exact. It’s a place my dad particularly loved and, as it’s his birthday, my sisters and I always take this day to do things to remember him. So, we go to the coast; we eat doughnuts, walk along the harbour, go on the Waltzers (dad’s favourite), and an arcade game or two. Oh, and the beach. Weather permitting, we always sit on the beach and share our memories. In fact, we’ve spent a year or two sitting in the rain. As Peter Kay would say – that fine rain that soaks your through!


I’d ask about your plans for the weekend, catch up on your adventures since the last time we shared coffee. I’d tell you I had two days to myself this week because my girls were away. I could have done anything; caught up on my writing, my emails, done some work, done anything productive, visited people. Instead I had a TV marathon. I would normally feel guilty about that, but I can’t seem to drum up the emotion.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you my work in progress is going well – sort of! All but one character is cooperating. The problem with Andrew is his arrogance, or maybe it’s mine. I had it in my head that he would be kidnapped by a group of hired thugs. But here’s the thing. He’s special forces and there’s no way in hell he was going to let that happen. Every time I wrote him into a corner, he got out of it. He’s slippery that one! It would be nice and easy if, like in the TV show Dexter, someone could stab him with a syringe and knock him out (in seconds no less). But, who am I kidding. They wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him in the first place. Even if they could, Blue (his trusty canine sidekick) would get in their way.

But enough about that. This is the point where I’d have to apologise for not having the time for a refill. I enjoy our chats, and as I haven’t been posting as often as I would like, I thought I’d fit this in before hitting the road. So, if we were having coffee, I’d wish you a wonderful weekend.

Don’t forget to stop by at Diana’s place to catch up with everyone else. I’ll be heading over when I get back home, and my stomach has settled from all the doughnuts and the fast, crazy rides my sisters will no doubt drag me on!

Thanks for stopping by.


If we were having coffee…we would be dicussing strong female role models

weekendcoffeeshareIf we were having coffee I would avoid talking about one job, just so I could prattle on about my other. It’s a beautiful day, so we would be outside in the garden, sitting beneath a large red umbrella with an array of tasty treats between us. Perhaps we would have a cold drink or, more accurately – you might. I’m rarely without a cup of tea, whatever the weather! From our position at the patio table, we’d have a direct line of sight to my glorious daisies. They’re drooping a little in this heat, though, granted, they are exceptionally tall this year.

Being in the garden would prompt a discussion about helping my mum out this past week. Her garden has a low running white wall along the entire boundary, topped with fencing. She got the messy job of painting the fence, I got the arduous job of painting the wall – it was a serious workout! The rest of the family helped too; we listened to music, chatted, and shouted insults for dripping onto each others section! It’s almost done, and just in time for my brother’s visit. He’ll be here for a few days, and we have lots planned during his stay. Most importantly, we’re having a garden party. Yes, it’s been several weeks since he got his promotion, but we haven’t seen him, so there will be banners, balloons, gifts, and a few celebratory toasts.

Zak paining

If we were having coffee I would ask about your week, and your plans for the rest of the day. I would top off our drinks, and we might go inside for a while where it’s cool.

Eventually, the conversation would turn to writing. I’ve been too busy to write this week, and the work in progress is not going well – so I’d probably be avoiding it anyway! After the weekend I will continue with the next book in the Morgan and Fairchild series. I enjoy writing strong female characters, and Ellen Parker, one of the protagonists, is a tough cookie (in more ways than one!) She’s a former Artillery Troop Officer (Royal Artillery); a weapons expert, and skilled in hand to hand combat, so, yeah – she’s fun!

Ellen has similar personality traits to my great-grandmother, which makes her a formidable woman. My great-grandmother, Doris, who was my grandfather’s mother, is one of my role models. Not because she raised four boys single-handed (my great-grandfather died young), but because, no matter what life threw at her, she came out fighting. She had a wicked sense of humour, and that’s one of the things I remember most fondly. She had Parkinson’s disease, and struggled with her health in general when I was a teenager, but she never let it beat her. I once visited her with my sister, just to check in. “What have you being doing today, grandma?” my sister asked. “Nowt but bloody shaking!” Oh, how we laughed…she always made us laugh.

Doris's boys

If we were having coffee, I would thank you for stopping by, and wish you a very happy weekend. I have an editing job to finish, which should be complete by tonight, and then I can make my rounds and catch up with everyone else at Diana’s place. Don’t forget to check in with the others who take part in the Weekend Coffee Share at Part-Time Monster – it’s a lot of fun.

Until next time.


A little Reflection

I read a really useful post today on Suzie’s blog, which you can find here. It relates to the About page, and it wasn’t until I went looking for my own (to check the information is up to date), that I realised it’s no longer on the site! It somehow got lost in recent changes. A development which stems from trying to mesh my bog and author site together. Readers who select the blog section are automatically redirected here. I don’t have the technical know how to combine the two sites together – one is and the other Besides, I quite like having the two separate.

But, on reflection, I’ve realised that they’re really not that separate after all. I predominately post about writing. At the moment that’s taking part in a number of blogging events, such as Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, Rachael Ritchey’s #BlogBattle, and Colleen’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday, among other things. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying myself. But the blog still lacks a sense of direction. At least in my opinion. So, if I could ask a few moments of your time, I have a quick poll, which will hopefully help me to decide how to proceed. I’m also considering changing the name of the blog, so your thoughts on that would be appreciated.

Thanks for stopping by.


Three…two…one…and we’re live! Weekend Coffee Share

Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).
Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).

If we were having coffee, I would apologise for the radio silence; loosely translated as a distinct lack of comments due to an incredibly busy week. We would be sat in my garden because the sun is positively beaming, and I have so much energy I can’t deal with confined spaces! You would catch me up on your week as we sipped our drink of choice, and in your company I would begin to relax.

Then, you would ask how I feel about my live interview this afternoon with Jonas Lee, and the nerves would start dancing again, to a very distinct tune. As  an interpreter I’m used to having a conversation over FaceTime, but it’s always in sign language and it’s not about me it’s about the job. So, yes, I’m slightly nervous, not least because I might go into auto pilot and start to sign! I would tell you that my interview is at 3.30pm UK time, so if you would like to ask questions you can leave them here. There will be a YouTube video I can share later, which may or may not need subtitles 🙂

If we were having coffee, I would ask about your week ahead, and what you have in store. Then, we might head on over to Diana’s place, our gracious host, and catch up with our other friends.

I hope you have a lovely weekend.

Thanks for stopping by.


Weekend Coffee Share – In which I’m mostly too tired to talk!

Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).
Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).

If we were having coffee, I’d probably let you do most of the talking. You don’t mind of course, some weeks are like that. I worked more hours than usual and because I can’t give details about the assignments I undertake, it can get a little ambiguous! I would tell you that I worked a full day job in a sea side town and afterwards I went to the beach for an ice-cream with my close friend, Vicci, (we co-worked the job, which was a treat. She’s an exceptional interpreter). Vicci is a born communicator; she’s confident, bubbly and great fun.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I finished my website and I wouldn’t be able to resist showing you the end result. I would listen to your feedback, and this would no doubt lead to a discussion about our recent blogging adventures. Mel’s Writing Menagerie is going well. Sometimes I’m tempted to take part, but as I create the prompts I usually resist and look for other challenges.

I would also share with you the answers to a Bedtime Book Tag that I saw on Callum’s site, and we would have a great discussion about books. I’d start us off by sharing my answers…

A book that kept you up all night reading – Bad Luck And Trouble (Lee Child)

A book that made you scared to go to sleep – Scream For Me (Karen Rose)

A book that made you go to sleep – The Gargoyle (Andrew Davidson) *I was travelling and, to be fair, I suffer from carcolepsy!*

A book that left you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of its release – Shards of Hope (Nalini Singh)

A book that has your dream boyfriend – The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Mark Twain) *I was fascinated by Huck when younger, so answered from memory!*

A book that would be  your worst nightmare to live in – Yesterday’s Gone (Sean Platt & David Wright)

A book that reminds you of the night time – Innocence (Dean Koontz)

A book that had a nightmarish cliffhanger – Pet Sematary (Stephen King)

A book that you actually dreamed about – The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)

A book monster that you would not want to find under your bed – Vampire/Zombie from I Am Legend (Richard Matheson)

Then we might visit our lovely host, Diana, together, and catch up with all our other friends. We’re never short of things to talk about!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Until next time. Thanks for stopping by.


The Marvels of Modern Technology – If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee we would be sipping our nectar of choice in separate rooms, chatting away over a webcam, or facetime, or hangouts…video conferencing. Whatever! Of course depending on the time I might be in the car, praying the signal didn’t give out, trying to balance my phone (not while driving) so I could see you better. And this is all so I didn’t miss my weekly catch up while spending the weekend away!

If we were having coffee, and you were one of my American friends, I would wish you a Happy 4th of July, and sit back (unless hunting for a signal) to listen to your plans for the holiday weekend.

4th of JulyIf we were having coffee, we probably wouldn’t have a lot of time, so I would save all my big news for next week. I might tell you I’ve agreed to do a live online author interview and I’m nervous excited about it. You would no doubt tell me to save that huge topic for when I’m not waving my arm in the air to find an extra signal bar on the phone. It would remind me, as I waited for the sound to come through after your lips stop moving, that I must buy a Webcam for my desktop computer. I can’t do a YouTube interview from my phone – people would grow tired of the constant delays and poor picture quality.

If we were having coffee, and not tired of repeating ourselves, I would tell you I’ve just set up a self-hosted website. Of course this would lead to you teasing me mercilessly because I know little about web building. I would admit that I have far too many blogs and would like to combine at least some of them, so I will be pouring over the internet next week, watching hours of YouTube videos and trying not to fry my brain as I figure out the best way to do that.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that on Monday I will be guest posting at Part Time Monster for the next installment of Monster Mondays, and at Sourcerer for the next Sourcerer’s Eleven, where I will be interviewing Joshua Robertson. There will also be an announcement from me at my author site, because the pre-order for The Fallen is up *happy dance*

At this point, if we were having coffee, and I’d caught up on all your news, I’d dash off to help my sister get ready for the party. I would, at some point, head over to Diana’s place – virtually of course – to check in with everyone else.

Have a fabulous weekend.


Mel 6Melissa Barker-Simpson is a mother, an author, an interpreter, a blogger and a geek – not necessarily in that order. She writes mystery, thriller, fantasy, science fiction and romance. Melissa lives with her two daughters in the North of England.

The Oldest Line in the Book – Weekend Coffee Share

If we were having coffee I would tell you about my little adventure last night; sweating beneath a spotlight, on a stage in front of a few hundred people, in a room where the acoustics were so bad I couldn’t even hear myself think! After ten years of interpreting I fell for the oldest line in the book ‘it’s just a small presentation.’ Famous last words. You would think I’d learn, think that when I discovered the event was in a theatre I might put two and two together and come up with a reasonable scenario. But no. I was still optimistic as I pushed to the front, and saw the chair stage left.

The hope died when the director for the evening clutched my elbow and whispered ‘we saved you a seat!’ Of course I’m used to such events. I just like to be prepared, and to dress for the part. On stage it’s better to wear black, and though my blouse and trousers were the correct colour, my cardigan choice made me stand out like a beacon on a cloudy day. It kind of matched the colour rising in my cheeks for a few seconds there.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that things settled down, and I forgot all about the audience, my attire, my lack of preparation, and concentrated on the job. That was until the presenter decided to have a little fun at my expense. He dragged out the old faulty microphone trick which, granted, can be funny if done right, but it’s a gag about sound – it does not translate well for a Deaf audience!

Then, to top it all off, a well known guest was introduced to the stage. And when I say well known, I mean known to the audience. I had no idea who he was, which caused a problem because the microphone quit halfway through the introduction and this time it wasn’t a trick. Several thoughts went through my mind at once;  ‘You’re trained for this stuff,’ ‘Stall,’ ‘Get somebody’s attention’, ‘Run!’ Luckily I made eye contact with someone in the audience, someone I did know, someone who is an expert at reading facial expressions. With a grin, to make me sweat a little more (as if the lights weren’t enough), he finger-spelt the guest’s name. I had to trust he wasn’t making it up (he is somewhat of a practical joker). Based on the blank expressions when I repeated the name, they either didn’t know him either, didn’t care, or were momentarily blinded by the glare of my cardigan (damn lights).

If we were having coffee, and I’d caught me up on your news, I would tell you that Conny from Study. Read. Write. tagged me in a ‘Would You Rather’ Book Tag. When I mentioned I wanted to share my answers with you, I would judge from your expression that I’d better make it quick. You would, of course, be extremely impressed that I kept my answers succinct. In fact it’s a good thing you’re sitting down!

Would you rather only read trilogies or only read stand-alones?


Would you rather only read male or female authors?


Would you rather shop at Barnes and Noble or Amazon?


Would you rather books were made into TV shows or movies?

TV shows.

Would you rather read only 5 pages per day or 5 books per week?

5 per week.

Would you rather be a professional author or reviewer?


Would you rather be a librarian or a bookseller?


Would you rather read only your favorite genre, or every other genre but your favourite?

Every genre but my favourite.

Would you rather only read ebooks or physical books?

Physical books.

If we were having coffee we would no doubt explore those questions further and I would open up the game to whoever wants to take part. Then, as our time had run out, we would head over to Diana’s place, our gracious host for the Weekend Coffee Share.

Have a great weekend.


Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).
Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).