Book Series Recommendation | The Japson Club series by @AuthorCJB #suspense #books #bookish



According to several readers and reviewers, this is a highly addictive series. Once you start, you won't be able to stop reading...



Title The Japson Club

Author CJ Butler

Genre Suspense

Publisher Tellwell


Book Blurb


How had she gone so astray? Six months ago she had been a slightly lonely but perfectly respectable young woman; now, mired in scandal, illicitly involved with a married man, she was three sheets to the wind at the wheel of her car, driving away from a criminal with whom she had spent the night drinking...


When successful high flyer Anna joins the exclusive equestrian club of Rosemount, simple fun is all she craves; away from her stressful London career and any memory of her stifling ex. But space to breathe is soon overtaken by crowding chaos; blindsided by infatuation, intrigue and a terrifying underworld of crime, Anna’s safe respectability is in tatters and she fears for her life.


And who can she trust? Secretive Andrew Japson, whose mysterious way of life seems to be catching up with him? Enigmatic Damien, who is wickedly disarming one moment and boorishly indifferent the next?


Despite the reassurance of Mateus, old friend turned curate, who appears with uncanny timing to administer clear-eyed advice and spiritual wisdom, in the face of murder all Anna’s comfortable certainties crumble to dust. Can this possibly be real, and how has she got herself in so deep?

Long gone is the good girl who was so in control.


Excerpt:


After a pleasant dinner Anna and Mateus strolled back through Central Park in the direction of Anna’s hotel.


“Forgive me Anna,” said Mateus in his considerate and slightly old-fashioned way, “But you don’t seem all yourself.” He looked at her and added, “I don’t mean to pry, but it feels like you need to talk.”


Anna sighed, looking at him in acknowledgement. He was so perceptive. Even the brash novelty of her new environment and frenetic days couldn’t conceal her unusually pensive demeanor from him.

Mateus smiled and said, “I’ve nowhere to be and I’m your friend.”


Anna turned to look at him appreciatively; he had such a genuine peace about him and an honest caring which she trusted and felt safe with. Any time they met they always seemed to pick up as though no time had elapsed since last seeing one another. But it seemed weird to share a relationship issue with a male friend, at least one who was not gay. Mateus, however, was different, and though embarrassed about her feelings, she ran through a conservative version of what had happened and her recent confusion over Damien. She ridiculed herself openly at the fact it was nagging at her now.


“I don’t want this. You know what I went through with Adam and I swore to myself I would take a year to be alone. I don’t want the complication. I just want things back to how they were a week ago when I was happy at my new stables, having fun, playing polo and having a laugh with new friends. And I especially don’t want to feel like this about someone who’s married!”


Mateus looked thoughtful and remained quiet, as if giving her space to reflect on her own words.


“I need this gone from my head. I have more important stuff to focus on. It’s ridiculous! We weren’t in a relationship!” she ranted.


“It sounds like you were,” said Mateus steadily. Anna looked at him uncertainly and he smiled at her. “We build fortresses of denial round ourselves these days to protect our egos. Interaction between people, though subtle, can have a profound impact. But we deny those subtleties when it suits us to do so because we can, because vibrations like that are easily dismissed as fanciful or over-sensitive.” Anna regarded him. They had never spoken of relationships before, and his words had sense and truth. “A lot of people have parameters for what a relationship must be; be it sex or a certain amount of time spent together, or meeting the parents or any other criteria they assign to the word ‘relationship’. But relationships don’t have to be that physically obvious; they can amount to an energy that exists between people, which can be just as powerful.”


“And deniable,” said Anna, thoughtfully, assuming Damien – if he felt anything about the evening – would deny the intensity of that Friday evening. Had he felt it too? She might never know. It could be completely one-sided.


“Denial is a useful tool when a relationship is inappropriate, or one has second thoughts,” continued Mateus in an almost cynical tone, as if reading her mind.


She noticed that he didn’t lecture her on the sanctity of marriage. There was no judgement apparent in his demeanor.


“It wasn’t a relationship,” she insisted, more for herself.


“Fair enough,” he said reasonably. “But regardless of what you feel it was, the premise is the same. It’s something you have to move on from, and the best way is to just accept it and let it go. Don’t judge.”


Buy Links (including Goodreads)


Amazon Canada:

https://www.amazon.ca/Japson-Club-CJ-Butler/dp/1773702777/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=the+Japson+club&qid=1618263520&sr=8-1


Amazon US:

https://www.amazon.com/Japson-Club-CJ-Butler-ebook/dp/B07771X5XB/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=the+Japson+club&qid=1618263592&sr=8-1


Amazon UK:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Japson-Club-CJ-Butler/dp/1773702777/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=the+Japson+club&qid=1618263682&sr=8-1


Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-japson-club-cj-butler/1127413359?ean=9781773702773


Chapters & Indigo:

https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/the-japson-club/9781773702773-item.html?ikwid=the+japson+club&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=0#algoliaQueryId=4bb576aa5125fe73a1f0e20282a203f9


Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/757723


Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36988298-the-japson-club?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=lWg9v4QqoX&rank=1


Kobo:

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-japson-club



Author Biography


Catherine has been an avid writer since she can remember. From a young age, she loved books, story-writing and poetry, always playing with words, seeking to create a visceral feel with her work.

She wrote her first novel, a fantasy, with her younger brother when she was twelve years old. These days she writes suspense novels, with her two published works; The Japson Club and The Wolff Legacy, both of which follow Anna, on her life adventure, personal evolution and spiritual development.

Catherine lives in Canada, in Kemptville Ontario, with her daughter and quirky quarter horse. She emigrated from England in 2009, where she lived in Kent and worked in London as a project manager. She grew up in the beautiful county of Sussex, which inspired the setting for Catherine’s first published novel, The Japson Club.


Nowadays Catherine, possibly slightly grisled from her years in the construction industry, works in Canada’s capital city of Ottawa, and she knows the corporate game, as well as the hard face of being on site in the midst of the dust and rubble.

In her downtime she can either be found hanging out with her daughter, writing late into the night, reading, or of course, riding her horse.


Social Media Links


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Title – The Wolff Legacy

Author – CJ Butler

Genre - Suspense


Book Blurb


I’m going to tell you a story. It should come out, now that I am dying. And you look like just the person to blow the lid on an unsolved crime. A case which has been shelved for years…


Three weeks after the events of The Japson Club, Anna is back in her Sussex cottage, trying to get on with her life. But it’s not easy. Not only is she having recurring nightmares, but Andrew is uncharacteristically jumpy, Mateus is acting oddly, and Damien wants her back. She has to get away.


So when she’s offered a job in the Channel Islands – sunshine, secluded beaches, and quaint Gallic charm – she jumps at it. Surely, if her troubles are across the sea, she can leave them all behind?


But in the wilds of Derbyshire, a gimlet-eyed old lady is ready to tell her tale, and Anna’s problems are far from over…

Horror and heartbreak have a tight grip…


Excerpt


The darkness was absolute.


Water dripped steadily, the sound echoing off unseen walls, and the chill air smelled musty, with the earthy tang of a cellar. But no cellar ever echoed as this one did; this place was vast. And dank, like cold sweat.


Somehow she knew she wasn’t alone; there was a silent and invisible presence, and she called out desperately into the enveloping black.


“Who are you? What do you want?”


There was the shuffle of feet, but no answering voice. The back of her neck prickled, and her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. Drawing a shaky breath, she tried again:


“Why am I here?”


A beat, then, “You’ll be safe here,” came a man’s whisper.


There was the sound of quietly retreating feet, disturbing grit on the floor. She tried to follow, stumbling and reaching out blindly into the dark, but her groping hands met only the coldness of a stone wall. Then the footsteps were behind her and she lurched, panicking, in a full circle. The sound came from all around, but was receding inexorably.


“Safe from what?” she yelled, her words echoing back at her from all sides, frightening and disorientating, then fading in the darkness. “How is this safe?”


In a sudden frenzy she rushed forward, fists flailing – then gasped, recoiling as her knuckles scraped on something cold and sharply abrasive. Swallowing the pain, she reached out tentatively, feeling cold metal… Bars?


Suddenly remembering her phone, she pulled it from her pocket. Its dim blue light flooded out to reveal rusty rungs fixed to the wall, leading upwards. She tipped her head back, trying to see beyond the pathetic wash of pale light into the blackness above, but it was no use. There was only the sense of being at the edge of a small reality, encompassed by nothingness.


Swaying dizzily on her feet, she looked behind her. Two tunnels led off in different directions, their concrete walls glimmering wetly, but as she took a step forward the light from her phone began to dim. The darkness yawned threateningly all around as the red battery warning winked wearily, and then the screen died.


Plunged back into pitch darkness, she pressed herself to the frigid wall, her nerves screaming.

She had to get OUT!


Chest tight and breath rasping, Anna jumped awake then lay prone, listening to her thumping heart begin to slow. That dream again; how she hated it. Why did it keep coming back?


Sighing, she sat up and reached for her phone.


04:12am.


Low battery, it warned.


She groaned at the irony, slumping back onto the pillow.


Ah well, at least she hadn’t been pinned to the ground by The Cleaner (her other recurring dream - about the man who in real life, had tried to murder her), his black eyes boring into her and his fingers pressing down on her throat; it was a close-run thing, but pitch-black dripping tunnels were slightly preferable to that. Even so, she could do without the chronic night horrors.


She yawned and closed her eyes, but immediately the dank walls of the tunnel closed around her again, the cold terror returning in an instant. Her eyes flew open, and she drew a sobbing breath before grumpily throwing back the covers and sitting up; if her imagination wouldn’t sleep then neither would she.


But this had to stop. Every night for last few weeks she had been wracked by persistent nightmares; either The Cleaner was attacking her or she was trapped in the underground tunnels. The first was easily explained – the man was still at large and a tangible threat – but the second was more obscure; where was this place? And what did it mean? Whatever the tunnels and the ladder and the blackness were about, they surely couldn’t be good omens.


Resignedly, she padded to the shower.


The train was mostly empty and Anna gazed out of the window at the passing countryside, shrouded in pre-dawn gloom. She turned to the emails on her phone and scrolled through them aimlessly.


Her current assignment was thankfully almost done, but she had no idea where she was heading next. She had been home from Tresco for three weeks, and being at the cottage was freaking her out; she desperately needed an assignment in another part of the country so she could move away and make a fresh start. So far, though, HQ had found nowhere to put her outside of London. Something had to come her way soon; the trauma of the last month was messing with her mental health. Much more of it, and she’d go completely off the rails, and lose her job, and then where would she be?


Her phone buzzed, making her jump. She sighed, seeing only one of the company’s automatic systems notifications flash across the screen. Her mind’s constant neurosis was exhausting.


At least she hadn’t run into Damien, her brief but intense affair of the last year – there was that to be thankful for. It was bad enough having nightmares every night and feeling spooked whenever she caught sight of the church, scuttling from her car to the cottage until she was safely indoors; seeing Damien again would just be too much. He still, no doubt had the power to cause her to lose all self-possession, and was another reason to move herself away. But aside from the nightmares, and Damien, the real threat - far worse than any other - was that of the very real possibility, The Cleaner would return to finish the job of killing her. She couldn’t look out of the window after dark anymore. If he knew she still had the stolen memory stick, surely he would be back; it was just a matter of time.


Suddenly she realised her knuckles were white and hands shaking as she clutched at the bag on her lap, and she looked around furtively, to ensure no-one was looking at her.


This was crazy; she needed help? But how could she talk to anyone? She couldn’t tell a soul about what happened, or she’d land both Andrew and Mateus in prison. No. PTSD was hers to own for the time being.


Buy Links:

Amazon Canada – Kindle:

https://www.amazon.ca/Wolff-Legacy-Japson-Club-Book-ebook/dp/B08XQQPS5C/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=the+japson+club&qid=1615335350&sr=8-2


Amazon UK – Paperback:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolff-Legacy-CJ-Butler/dp/0228841658/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3OSJ55T5R59BP&dchild=1&keywords=the+wolff+legacy&qid=1615335550&quartzVehicle=107-11705&replacementKeywords=the+wolff&sprefix=the+wolff+%2Caps%2C257&sr=8-2


Amazon UK: Kindle:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolff-Legacy-Japson-Club-Book-ebook/dp/B08XQQPS5C/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3OSJ55T5R59BP&dchild=1&keywords=the+wolff+legacy&qid=1615335676&quartzVehicle=107-11705&replacementKeywords=the+wolff&sprefix=the+wolff+%2Caps%2C257&sr=8-1


Amazon.com Paperback:

https://www.amazon.com/Wolff-Legacy-Cj-Butler/dp/0228841658/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=cj+Butler&qid=1615335776&s=books&sr=1-1


Amazon.com Kindle:

https://www.amazon.com/Wolff-Legacy-Japson-Club-Book-ebook/dp/B08XQQPS5C/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=cj+Butler&qid=1615335821&s=books&sr=1-2


Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-wolff-legacy-cj-butler/1138870814?ean=9780228841654


Chapters & Indigo:

https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/the-wolff-legacy/9990058446947-item.html?ikwid=cj+butler&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=5#algoliaQueryId=9824bd5c50fede21fdd89f8d6f359d2d


Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1071679


Kobo:

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-wolff-legacy-1