Behind Closed Doors: A Stunning Psychological Thriller by B. A. Paris – Book Review

Book cover, Behind Closed Doors by B. A. ParisBEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Author: B. A. Paris

Release Date: August 9, 2016

Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

Genre: Thiller, Psychological Suspense

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Everyone knows a couple like Jack and Grace: he has looks and wealth, she has charm and elegance. You’d like to get to know Grace better. But it’s difficult, because you realize Jack and Grace are never apart. Some might call this true love.

Picture this: a dinner party at their perfect home, the conversation and wine flowing. They appear to be in their element while entertaining. And Grace’s friends are eager to reciprocate with lunch the following week. Grace wants to go, but knows she never will. Her friends call—so why doesn’t Grace ever answer the phone? And how can she cook such elaborate meals but remain so slim?

And why are there bars on one of the bedroom windows?

The perfect marriage? Or the perfect lie?


There are novels you can’t put down — and there are others you HAVE to put down simply to take your next breath and wrap your mind around the story. Behind Closed Doors is a genuinely terrifying, powerful, compelling thriller with relentless, mind-blowing suspense that was so intense I found myself walking away more than once. But it’s so well-written that once you engage in the story, you can’t help but hang on for dear life until the end. It’s an incredibly dark, twisted tale with an antagonist so deeply disturbed he will haunt you for days after you put it down. I don’t believe I’ve ever hated an antagonist more; nor could I find anything to redeem him, or any way to justify how he grew up to become his new wife’s ultimate nightmare.

The story is one of devious, calculated manipulation, from start to finish; a reminder that “if it seems to good to be true, it probably is.” The heroine, Grace, is held captive by the force of sheer terror, and a deep fear of what might happen to her vulnerable young sister, Millie, if she doesn’t comply with the demands of her deeply psychopathic husband. Outwardly, Jack Angel is a self-sacrificing, generous, charming, successful attorney who represents women in abusive relationships. He’s never lost a case, never shown a sign of weakness in his relentless pursuit of perfection. But behind closed doors, as the title implies, Jack is the personification of the pure evil all women fear…the monster behind the mask. Grace is powerless to expose him for what he truly is. He’s crossed every ‘T’ and dotted every ‘i’ in crafting the perfect scenario to keep her captive and take everything she loves away from her before it’s all over.

There is very little overt violence in the story, and although it deals with domestic abuse, it’s not of a sexual or violent nature. Rather, it’s the worst form of emotional torture and psychological terror imaginable. It’s the systematic, meticulous breakdown of the human spirit and the will to survive. It’s a carefully executed plan to instill helplessness and hopelessness in a victim to the point that she loses the desire and the capacity to fight back, and it appears flawless. The conclusion seems to be obvious. But is it? That’s the question that will keep you reading long into the night.

Behind Closed Doors is a debut novel well worth reading. It is incredibly, frightfully plausible, with an intensity unmatched by any other contemporary thriller I’ve read this year…or last. While frequently compared to Gone Girl, it goes beyond in delivering a flawlessly executed, heart-pounding conclusion. It taunts, teases, twists and lingers in the mind for days. It may be intensely difficult to read, and seem impossible to finish with your sanity intact. Fortunately, despite the psychological cruelty portrayed in the story, the tenacity of the heroine gives the reader hope and a reason to believe that she will prevail before it’s too late to escape a fate worse than death.

Readers, be warned; this is a no-holds-barred thriller that will haunt you for days – perhaps weeks. But I guarantee, you’ll never forget it. If you love stories that drag you to hell and back, give you hope, then snatch it away until you think you can’t stand the tension anymore…don’t wait to check out Behind Closed Doors. It’s a knock-out.

Meet B. A. Paris

Photo of author B A ParisB A Paris grew up in England but has spent most of her adult life in France. She has worked both in finance and as a teacher and has five daughters. Behind Closed Doors is her first novel. Her next novel, The Breakdown, is set to release in 2017. She sold the movie rights to Behind Closed Doors after its release – follow her on social media for updates.


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Pure Fantasy, a Debut Novel by M. Eror: Blog Tour

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 Pure Fantasy, by M. Eror


Lana is convinced that she lives in perfect harmony with her own carefully devised plan. And everything in her life seems to go as she intends it. A new city. A new job. New acquaintances. And most importantly: life without a man!

One autumn afternoon a dark-haired man enters her small shop. His arrogant demeanor and provoking character are more than irritating. She is perfectly aware that her reactions to Mr. Arrogant undermine her most important rule. Never mind! She’ll never see him again.

Will he disrupt her plan?

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The shop door opens and I snap out of my thoughts. A dark-haired man comes in. His knee-length winter coat emphasizes his muscular figure, and his attitude and appearance suddenly dominate the entire space. Our eyes meet. He’s looking at me intensely, penetratingly, and for far too long.

I manage to regain my senses and greet him with a cut-and-dried salesperson’s greeting: “Hello. How may I help you?” He nods an acknowledgement, and only then looks away, proceeding in huge steps towards the shelves of men’s shoes, where he reaches out his hand. He takes a brown, high-top shoe which balances perfectly between the elegant, and casual style. It’s one of the latest models, which arrived in the shop several days ago, and my personal favourite.

Hmm… A nice choice.

I shake my head, feeling awkward as I realise that I’m following his every move. Moreover, I approve of his selection. I keep my hands busy by pointlessly replacing trinkets on my counter, and then smoothing out an already perfectly stacked heap of business cards.

“Where can I find this same model, only in black?” He asks me in a deep voice, without a trace of kindness. His indescribably masculine voice causes an unpleasantly-pleasant shudder in the lower part of my back. I raise my head and my eyes meet his. His dark irises rivet mine. We’re staring at each other, again for too long. I feel my dormant insides waking, reacting to him. My breathing is shallow, my heart beating fast.

The curiosity in his eyes is replaced by a raw male arrogance which says unequivocally: Another notch on the list of conquests! I detest male arrogance. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure, then I blink in confusion.

“So? Cat got your tongue?” He breaks the silence as he goes on watching me, arrogant and smug.

“Excuse me?”

“The shoe?” He waves the shoe right in front of my nose, reminding me of the question he asked a little while ago.

I take a deep breath, and purse my lips angrily at his impertinent act, before concentrating and answering coldly. “Over there, the same model is on display in black.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you if that were the case.” He goes on in his impertinent, arrogant style.

I don’t understand his behaviour, but I have no wish to argue. I stop in front of the shelf and look over the models. I frown because I do not succeed in finding what I’m looking for. I work alone, and I don’t understand what could have happened to the shoe. I’m certain that I didn’t move it, and I know for sure that it was there. I turn around the shop confusedly. And lo and behold! The shoe that Mr. Arrogant’s looking for sits among the women’s discounted sandals. I am not a frowner by nature, so I smile and bring him what he’s asked for, forgetting his ungallant behaviour.

I give him the shoe and raise my eyes. My smile freezes, I stop breathing, and my heart dances again to a quick rhythm when I meet his dark eyes. There’s no arrogance, he just examines me calmly. Blood is rushing through my veins, I feel like I’m burning, and all my nerve endings become terribly aware of his presence. He looks perfectly calm and controlled as he stares at me insistently, and without blinking. Then he looks down, lazily.

“That’s it. I mean, a suitable model. And colour. But not a suitable size.” He says, and the haughty smile returns to the corners of his lips.

Fed up with his manners, I snort. He laughs loudly, obviously amused by my reaction. Embarrassment overwhelms me, and I feel my cheeks burning. “So, what size do you need?” I ask curtly.

“Well, I need a 44.” He returns, imitating me. He smiles broadly. It seems that he is amusing himself at my expense. Nervously, I march to the back of the shop and find the required size.

“Here you are.” I say officially and hand him the right shoe.

He covers my fingers with his while taking the shoe from my hand. My skin burns. Strange, powerful vibrations shake my entire body. This accidental touch makes my heart beat madly, and my lungs wail for air. I take a deep breath, raise my eyes but remain breathless. He’s looking at me seductively. My reaction to him has not escaped his notice. It makes him so happy. That touch was no accident. The jerk! He did it on purpose!

I want to run away, as soon as possible, so I turn on my heel.

“I want to see the label with the product details.” He says.

I look at him over my shoulder, confused, then move to hand him the box, which he could easily have taken himself. I stand beside him patiently and wait as he reads very carefully.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“I’m just checking.”

“Checking what?”

“Whether they were made in China.” He says coldly, and then raises his eyes to mine.

Made in China? He thinks I sell fakes? What an asshole!

“We sell only Italian stuff.” I say sharply.

He smiles, his eyes fixed. “Oh, look at those claws. I hope you’re well paid.” He speaks in a voice which shows clearly that he doesn’t believe what I say.

He’s provoking me, goading me with his smile, his look, and with the way he addresses me. I count to ten, then frown, turning the box upside-down to show him the embossed label: Fatte in Italia.

“Made in Italy’s written on the box and inside the shoe as well.” I speak briskly.

He bends his head lightly, furrows his eyebrows and studies the inscription carefully, examining the letters devotedly and seriously. I lose patience because this seems to be going on for an age.

For God’s sake, it’s as if he were decoding hieroglyphics!

He shrugs, looks at me naively, and says more innocently: “I had to check, since I don’t speak Italian.”

He doesn’t… he doesn’t speak Italian? What a jerk!

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Meet M. Eror

* Pure Fantasy is my debut novel and it is dedicated to the victims of domestic violence; but I will quote one of my reviewers: “It addresses an issue faced by many women throughout the world, and does so in a positive way.”

** I celebrate friendship and crazy families, caring men, love and romance with a little bit of erotic scenes just to spice it all up.

There’s no sex scene in every chapter.

***So, if you like sweet romance novels I could be a writer for you 🙂

Self-published since August 2015.

I write under the pen name M.Eror (and no, there is no spelling error in my name).

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Fight For Me, a new MMA Romance by Jessica Linden – Release Blitz!

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by Jessica Linden

E-Original published by Swerve
Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Price: $3.99

From debut author Jessica Linden comes a sexy romantic suspense novel featuring an MMA fighter and an heiress on the run who must stay together if they are to defeat what hunts them…and explore the passion that surrounds them.


Book Cover, Fight For Me, by Jessica Linden, published by St. Martin's PressRaised in the streets, Knox is a battle-worn MMA fighter with no past, present, or future. Fighting every day just to survive, Knox owns nothing but the pride in his victories and the scars on his hands. When his control snaps and he must flee the city to keep his life, he runs into a stunning woman with the same intent. All big eyes and delicate features, she’s not cut out to survive on her own. And when finding her own inner strength leads to a shocking act of violence, Knox knows he must protect her at all costs…

Natalie couldn’t spend another day under her father’s lock and key. Raised to be the perfect picture of wealth and sophistication, she detests the dark, ugly side of her father’s greed. Refusing to be held captive by her life a moment longer, she escapes his fortress – and runs right into the arms of the strongest, most dangerous, most desirable man she’s ever met. As instant attraction leads to explosive passion, Natalie finds she cannot leave his side. But as their pursuers loom closer and threaten to tear them apart, Natalie and Knox have to decide: is it easier to stand apart? Or is a love this strong worth the fight?


Natalie spun, and her eyes focused on her rescuer, getting a good look at him for the first time. His eyes were hard and fierce, and for a moment she regretted not listening to his demands that she run. She should be scared. This man was dangerous. He looked it, and she’d already seen firsthand what he was capable of. Would she be any safer with him?

Yes. Instinctively she knew she was. He’d put his life on the line to save hers. She could trust him.

Looking into his eyes now, she felt the panic slowly begin to leave her and her thoughts became a little more coherent. Looking at him, in the middle of this blood-soaked horrible alley, she found her center in an unlikely place­—in the abyss of his dark eyes. Something clicked when she looked at him.

“Are you okay?” re repeated.

She nodded, then glanced to the side at the body next to her. His back was to her and through his hair matted with blood, she could see into his head. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away. Even though she knew the answer, she had to ask.

“Is he … did I kill him?”

His expression was grim, and she knew she had. She was a murderer. Oh God, oh God, oh God.

            No, stop. There was no time for this. She looked at the man’s face again and found her focus.

His face softened a touch, and he held his hand out. “Come on.”

She looked up at him. “What should we do?”

“We need to get out of here.”

She looked over at the body once more and wrapped her arms around herself. “I killed him.” Her lip trembled, but she sucked it in. This was no time for tears.

“You had no choice.” He paused. “Why was he after you?”

“He was sent by my father.” Her voice was mechanical. She didn’t even know this guy’s name. She squeezed her eyes shut. That’s not important right now. “My father is not a good man,” she added.

Sirens blared in the distance.

“Fuck.” He grabbed the gun and hastily wiped it down with his T-shirt, then hesitated briefly before tossing it into the Dumpster.

“We need to get out of here,” he repeated holding out his hand again. The sirens got louder, their urgency snapping her out of her fog, and she put her hand in his.

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About Jessica Linden

JESSICA LINDEN lives in Virginia with her college-sweetheart husband, two rambunctious sons, and two rowdy but lovable rescue dogs. Since her house is overflowing with testosterone, it’s a good thing she has a healthy appreciation for Marvel movies, Nerf guns, and football. Her books include Fight for Me.

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