Stench by AB Morgan @Bloodhoundbook @AliMorgan2304


Book Description:

Rory Norton didn’t always make his living as a motorbike instructor and he went to great lengths to leave his past life behind, to start again. 

He thought he had succeeded, until the body of a missing woman is discovered under the floor of his cottage. Only then do the guilt and shame of his wife’s mysterious, untimely death and the accusations about his connection to the missing woman combine to break him.

The question is not how the missing woman died but why, and who is responsible?

Sometimes the truth stinks.

My Thoughts:

I have to start by saying how much I adore the title for this book. It really is different and fits perfectly with the eye catching cover.

Anna and Rory are the main characters in this story. Rory I particularly liked. He was someone that I wanted to know more about and in general he had a lot of appealing aspects. Anna is a strange one. Within no time it is obvious she has mental health issues. I found it harder for me to take to her as it was harder to try and understand what was going on in her head.

The authors back ground of working in mental health services really shines through in this book. I think it brings to light the problems that can occur within the system and there not being enough support where needed. Anna’s mother in law as well as people she meets are concerned about her and can see how fragile her mind is. The fact that she is staking a notorious family puts her life even more at risk.

Stench is a very different type of thriller. The author weaves her expertise in a field and brings it to life whilst intriguing her readers with murder and mayhem. It certainly makes for some surprising and unexpected reading.

My thanks to Bloodhound Books for an advanced readers copy of this book. All opinions are my own and not biased in anyway.

Stench is available to purchase from Amazon. (Please note that link used is an affiliate link).


Bio: A B Morgan: (The tartan is Welsh: Morgan)

Married to an overgrown child with a beard and too many motorbikes, Alison Morgan lives in a corner of a field in North Bedfordshire and is making the most of a mid-life crisis. The Morgans are determined not to grow old gracefully or to be seen wearing beige and can be found exploring life through a love of live music, anything with an engine, the sea, mountains, rugby, proper pubs and fascinating people.

Alison worked for the NHS for nearly thirty years, twenty of those within mental health services, at the front line. She eventually became the manager of a countywide community service for people experiencing their first episode of psychosis. Much to her frustration, her heart decided to develop an electrical fault, which forced her to sit down for more than five minutes and her career juddered to a halt. Not one for thumb twiddling, she took up position in front of a computer with a plan to write a set of clinical guidelines for assessment of psychosis but instead a story, which had been lurking in her mind for several years, came tumbling out.

Her first two novels, A Justifiable Madness and Divine Poison, were inspired by her career as a psychiatric nurse and her fascination with the extremes of human behaviour. Then she stepped sideways and wrote a gritty psychological thriller, The Camera Lies. All published by Bloodhound Books, Alison’s novels have received excellent reviews and inspired many an interesting debate. Above all, they are entertaining reads and, despite dark subjects, will raise a smile.



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