Blog Tour Review: Psycho Therapy

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Psycho Therapy

by TG Wolff

July 31 – August 25, 2023 Virtual Book Tour


Psycho Therapy by TG Wolff

Diamond. One name for a woman who is faking it until she makes it. And she will make it. At least that’s what she’s telling herself.

Dr. Robin Ransom is a therapist to first responders, cops, and spies. She has a problem. She is being blackmailed via email by a nameless, faceless crook. Things go from bad to worse when the neighbor who helped deal with the threat is found dead and her newest patient tries water boarding her for information on the enigmatic Blue Devil. With no good options, she makes a desperate attempt at escape.

Diamond is a former CIA agent turned widow turned somebody whose services are most definitely not for hire. As she is struggling to figure out what is next for her, an intriguing case falls practically in her lap. From a video gaming Beastmaster in Michigan, to a suicide bomber in Virginia, to a psychiatric conference in the south of France, Diamond jumps in with her usual flair for destruction and chaos. But Fate isn’t satisfied, pushing Diamond into a position where it is either her or the person she cares for most.

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery Published by: Down & Out Books Publication Date: July 2023 Number of Pages: 247 ISBN: B0C4QW26H3 Series: Diamond Mystery, 3 Book Links: Amazon | | | |

My Review:

I recently had the pleasure of delving into a this gem of a novel. From the very first page to the heart-pounding conclusion, this book managed to keep me on the edge of my seat while also making me laugh out loud. Psycho Therapy effortlessly transported me into a world filled with suspense, danger, and intrigue. The pace and story building were great, with each chapter seamlessly transitioning into the next, ensuring that there was never a dull moment.

What sets Psycho Therapy apart from the classic detective style that many readers, myself included, hold dear is the quirky and memorable main female character. Strong, intelligent, and refreshingly unconventional, she subverts the typical tropes of female characters in detective fiction. Her witty dialogue and unorthodox investigative methods inject a sense of authenticity and relatability that is often lacking in similar narratives. She proves to be a refreshing departure from the norm, contributing to the novel’s uniqueness.

At the heart of Psycho Therapy lies a real mystery, meticulously crafted to keep readers guessing until the very end. The plot unfolds layer by layer, revealing secrets and unexpected connections that left me constantly rethinking my theories.

Psycho Therapy is a captivating journey through the realms of mystery and suspense. Its action-packed sequences, classic detective style, quirky main female character, and intricate plot combine seamlessly to create an unforgettable reading experience. If you’re seeking a novel that keeps you guessing while delivering an adrenaline rush, then this is undoubtedly the book for you. Prepare to be enthralled, puzzled, and thoroughly entertained from beginning to end.

Read an excerpt:

Irish found me a hot therapist. To show my appreciation, I wouldn’t kill him. Just maim him a little. “Odd doesn’t begin to describe it.” I put my hands out to him. “So, what do you say?” “Why don’t we leave those as is for now.” He leaned against the bathroom doorframe and gestured with a hand toward the couch. “You’re early.” “I shouldn’t be here at all.” I went to the couch because I couldn’t stay bent over his moving boxes. “Call me Diamond, all the cool kids do. I don’t need to be here.” “We should be able to wrap this up quickly then. No point in kicking a dead horse, now is there?” “Exactly, I’m glad we—wait, are you insinuating that I’m a lost cause?” “No, no, of course not. It’s a metaphor. It’s one of those parts of speech you Americans endlessly bastardize without understanding its linguistic origins. You, for example, have closed your mind to therapy. Ergo, your mind is a dead horse. Any attempt on my part to alter, change, or inform your perceptions is a waste of energy much in the same way of kicking a dead horse to get it to move. In short, no matter how hard I kick you, you are not going anywhere.” I stood, flashing my charming smile. “There is a difference between being dead and playing dead. The first is confining, the latter liberating. As for kicking me, well, I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself. I understand your limitations. After all, those who can, do. Those who can’t, hang diplomas on the wall.” He pulled his long body from its reclined position. “Are you suggesting I’m a fraud?” “Not at all. I’m suggesting you’re a failure. Being a failure is not the same as being a fraud. It’s not your fault. Being ordinary is a handicap that can be overcome with delusions of grandeur and copious amounts of whiskey.” “And you’re extraordinary? Please. I’ve met pigeons more unique than you. Look at yourself. Where do you shop? NYPD Blue wardrobe surplus?” I rolled my eyes. “Elton John called and asked you return the shirt you stole.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Smart. Vicious. Enjoys a good fight. Thinks she’s unique when she is of the buy one, get two free variety. Poor baby. Life didn’t live up to your expectations?” I mimicked his position. Well, I tried to, zip ties cramped my style. I settled for resting my hands on my hip. “That’s a mirror you’re looking in. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re not the only one who ekes out a living getting people to pay you for your attention. At least you get to keep your pants on.” “Silk pants on. Only the best. When did the nightmares start?” “I…” “Don’t bother denying it. The circles under your eyes and lack of witty repartee are classic signs of sleep deprivation. How long has it been since you slept through the night? A month? Six months? Tell me about the nightmares.” “I don’t have nightmares,” I snapped. “I don’t dream at all.” Immediately, I knew I had lost. I’d revealed too much. “And if I did, I could handle it.” He sat down at his desk, pulling a few sheets of paper in front of him. He slashed across the top with a green pen. “Goodbye, Lucy Nutcase. Hello, Diamond.” He scribbled my name, then looked up. “Last name.” “Tiara,” I said sarcastically, and the bastard wrote it. He began reading. “Dead husband. Hmm. Hmm. Car chase. Pyrotechnics. Hmm. Baseball?” “You had to be there.” I left the couch to creep up on his desk. The page was filled with printed text and comments in the same green ink. Reckless. Rash.(Doesn’t that mean the same thing?) No regard for life. Suicidal tendencies. He looked up, pinning me with his gaze. “Care to talk about it?” “No.” “Fine. I don’t have time anyway.” He bent to a box behind the desk and began unpacking. “If you don’t have the stomach to deal with your issues, then you might as well kill yourself. Do it quickly and leave the air for the rest of us.” I…He…Did he really? “You can’t tell people to kill themselves. That’s malpractice.” He stacked books on the glass desktop. “Sue me. Oh wait, you’re gonna be dead. Haunt me. I’ve always wanted a pet ghost.” “Maybe I have a good reason to want to die.” “You’re taking up air.” “Maybe I—” “Bloody hell,” he said sharply. He turned, crossed the room in three long strides, and spun me toward the door. “I don’t have time for this. Out with you.” I sidestepped right. “I thought I had an hour.” “Had. Past tense.” He grasped my shoulders and steered me left again. “Your time is up.” I planted a boot on the wall. “Oh no, it isn’t.” “Yes, it is.” He put his shoulder into it, sweeping my leg, and sending me tumbling into the hallway. “Take two aspirin and don’t call me in the morning.” Door slam. “What the fuck?” I sprang to my feet and tried the door. It was locked from the inside. I pounded on the fucking beige panels. “Open. Up.” It’s not that I wanted back in, ’cause I did not want to talk to Dr. Robin Ransom, but nobody turns Diamond out like a cat at night. “I’m not through talking to you!” “Yes, you are,” Ransom said, his voice muffled by an inch and a half of engineered wood. “Bloody nutter.” “Bloody nutter? I’ll show him who’s nutters.” I would just circle around to the reception room and kick his ass with my hands tied together. Now, to get back. The hallway was a one-way trip to a staircase, which opened onto the parking lot. Irish was sitting in his SUV with the motor running, windows up. I kicked his door, startling the self-proclaimed super spy. He shoved the door open and got in my face. “What the hell are you doing here? You still have forty-five minutes.” “Your therapist is psycho. What did you expect from someone named Robin? Cut me loose. Now. I’m going to kick his ass using number eighteen.” Irish pulled a knife from his pocket. “Hold still. You cut yourself. How hard were you pulling? And what do you mean ‘he’? Ransom is a she.” “I shouldn’t have had to pull at all. And Ransom is definitely a he. A hot he, as if you didn’t know.” “She’s a she.” He cut through the zip tie. “I know a woman when I see one.” An unnatural noise drew our attention to the second floor. A woman was awkwardly climbing over one of the balconies. Her hands were bound behind her back and tape covered her mouth. “We can’t get to her in time,” Irish said. Both of us saw the resolve in the woman’s face. She was gonna jump. *** Excerpt from Psycho Therapy by TG Wolff. Copyright 2023 by TG Wolff. Reproduced with permission from TG Wolff. All rights reserved.



Author Bio:

TG Wolff

TG Wolff writes mysteries for people who love to solve puzzles. Her books feature characters in situations mirroring the complexities of real life and real people, balanced with a healthy dose of entertainment. TG Wolff co-host Mysteries to Die For podcast with her son, Jack Wolff. She holds a Master’s Degree in Civil Engineering and is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. |

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3 Responses

  1. Wendy B

    Wow, great review! thank you so much!
    This one is coming up on my read list and now I am really excited to get started!

  2. TG Wolff

    Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jenn. I’m glad Diamond entertained you– that exactly her job. One of the unique things about Diamond mysteries is that each chapter has a complete story arc – a challenge Diamond must overcome to finish the task and move the story along. It’s what drives her pacing. She uses that kids book “Going on a Bear Hunt” as her life skills manual. Can’t go over it. Can’t go around it. Guess we go through it!

    Best to you and all the Book Review Crew. TG

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