Wednesday, March 27, 2013


By: Tim O'Rourke
Published By: Tim O'Rourke
Released : Available Now
Details: Kindle, 186 Pages


Blurb : Goodreads

With Sam and Kayla missing, Kiera, Potter and Murphy head for the Dead Waters. Here they hope to find their missing friends and the answers to why their flesh keeps cracking like that of a statue.

Knowing Potter has lied to her, Kiera is struggling with her feelings for him. Therefore, Kiera tries to keep Potter at a distance, scared that she might get hurt again.

With Skin-walkers and statues close behind them as they make their journey to the Dead Waters, Kiera can’t help but fear she is being led straight into a dead end.

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I have been following Tim O’Rourke and his stories from his very first Kiera Hudson book, Vampire Shift. I love his sense of humour, his ability to bring together a fighting scene with a visual that plays out like a mini movie in my head. He can throw Hannibal Lecter style gorey scenes into his writing, without blinking, I on the other hand would prefer not to be eating whilst reading. He brings his cast of characters that we have grown to love together and puts them through all sorts of his mad cap action scenes and story line.

I always know I am in for a ride with his Kiera Hudson series.

Tim injects such enthusiasm into his writing, always plotting ahead, trying to outsmart the reader with his twists and curveballs that he throws at the reader. Some curveballs we catch and some we miss totally like a blind man. His twists can hurt our feelings and sometimes bring us to tears.

Kiera and Potter have some sorting out to do in Dead Water. Poor Potter seems to get himself in a bit of strife with other female characters. Is it his fault? Well, I like to stick up for him, but sometimes he does make it hard. I did have a hard time understanding you with Sophie, Potter.

I had fucked up a lot in my life, but this was the mother of all fuck-ups. If you could win the gold at the Olympics for the biggest screw-up, I’d be up there on the podium, clutching the gold, silver, and bronze medals.

I really like the new characters that have been brought into the storyline. One in particular, I think is a great new addition, she has a lot of spunk. I look forward to seeing where Tim takes these characters.

Dead Water is a book that is full of banter between my fave characters, Potter and Murphy.

They are my Starsky and Hutch.

They work so well together, often yelling at each other. They have a love like a father and son that is deeper than all the potty mouthed banter that they throw at each other. The readers of this series all have a lot of heart for Potter and Murphy. They bring something special through their dialogue, the way they play off each other.

I found myself laughing out loud while reading this instalment for most of the book..........

“Well, it’s a bit late in the day for all this overprotective bullshit, don’t you think?” I came back, cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth. “We’re only in this mess because of you.”

“Are you taking drugs?” Murphy said, coming from around the side of the van in the snow. “You’re in the crapper because you can’t keep your dick in your pants. It’s not me who has been waving it around like it’s going out of fashion! To be honest, I’ve never understood how you’ve ever managed to get so much action.”

“I’m not talking about my sex life,” I growled. Then quickly added, “Besides, why shouldn’t I have had lots of woman action? What’s wrong with me?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Murphy coughed, lighting his pipe. “Just take a good, hard look at yourself. You’re untidy-looking. Your attitude stinks. You’re violent. Your hatred for wolves borders on the psychotic, you’re foul-mouthed, you chain smoke...”

“I’m not untidy-looking,” I cut in, unable to believe he could think such a thing of me. “You take that back. That’s a freaking lie if I ever heard one.”

“Don’t even get me started on the whole lying thing,” Murphy snapped, taking the pipe from the corner of his mouth and pointing it at me.

“I don’t lie,” I shot at him.

“Yeah, you do,” he grunted.

“When?” I demanded.

“Every time your lips move,” he said.

“Yeah, very funny, you miserable old fart,” I said. “You lied to Kiera, too. You’ve known for years the truth about her, but...”

“I was trying to protect her,” Murphy interrupted.

“And so was I!” I snapped at him.

“You have a funny way of showing it!” Murphy barked.

“We’re cops,” Potter said.

Now I don’t know if Potter was being a wise arse, but all the same, it seemed like a stupid thing to say.

“I can see that,” the cop growled, his voice sounding deep and throaty. I saw the two silver pips on each of his shoulders. He was an Inspector, and he outranked Murphy.

“You’ll have to forgive Constable Gabriella,” Murphy cut in. “He is still young in service. He obviously didn’t understand your question.”

“How many ways have I got to tell you, Sarge – its Gabriel! Gabriella is a freaking girl’s name!” Potter glared at Murphy.

The Inspector looked at both Murphy and Potter in disbelief as they stood and argued. “Listen here, you couple of morons, I couldn’t give a crap what your name is. You need to get your act together and smarten up. Just look at yourselves. You’re a complete mess.”

“See, Gabriella, I told you you’re untidy and need to smarten yourself up,” Murphy grunted. “But oh no, you wouldn’t listen to me. And now the Inspector has seen you looking like a sack of shit, and we’re both in trouble.”

“I don’t look like a sack of shit!” Potter snapped back at Murphy, taking a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it. “I wear my uniform with pride. Anyway, you’ve got no room to talk – you’re wearing carpet slippers, for fuck’s sake!”

“You’ll have to forgive my nephew,” Murphy said, looking back at the man. “He is a little bit simple – you know, has learning difficulties.”

“Retarded, you mean?” the man asked, eyeing me, now with some pity in his eyes.

“I’m not a freaking re...” I started.

“And I’m his social worker,” Kiera cut over me, taking me gently by the arm. Then, looking at me, she smiled sweetly and added, “Come on back to the car, Gabriel. You’ll be safe and warm there. Let Uncle Murphy pay for the damage you’ve caused.”

“This is un-fucking-believable...!” I started.

“Shhh now,” Kiera hushed gently, easing me away by the arm. “Don’t get yourself upset, Gabriel. We’ll find some other place to stay tonight. Then tomorrow you’ll be safe and sound back in your secure unit.”

Doing her best to hide a smile, she looked up at me and said, “Gabriel was lost, but I’ve found him again now.”

The campsite owner came towards me. Then, talking as if I wasn’t there at all, he sighed and said, “Poor fella. In the daylight, I can see he ain’t exactly normal. He’s got that vacant look behind the eyes. I can tell he’s not too tightly wrapped.” Then, reaching into his trouser pocket, he produced a bar of chocolate. “Go on, son, take it. It’s a little treat. I’m sure your social worker won’t mind me giving it to you. It is okay if I give him some chocolate, ain’t it?” he said, glancing at Kiera.

“Sure,” Kiera smiled. “Take the chocolate from the nice man, Gabe.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I growled at her. Turning to face the campsite owner, I added, “You can stick your chocolate bar right up your fu...”

“We should be going,” Murphy suddenly cut in. “Gabriel is starting to get upset again.”

“I think you’re right,” Kiera said, guiding me by the arm towards the car. “Say goodbye to the nice man.”

“The nice man can go fu...” I started to say.

“Fuck, she’s a heavy girl,” he wheezed.

Murphy shot him a look.

“Sorry,” Potter muttered and doubled his efforts.

......... And then I found myself upset L L L L

I hold onto my theories in the hope I am right, or at least partially right. 

As it stands, Tim and I have a date in the playground...... the sandpit to be exact. 

Little brother from another mother, it is on!


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