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Implant – Ray Clark: Excerpt

Hey guys! Today, I’m on the blog tour for a fantastic book called Implant by Ray Clark. It’s the third in a series, but admittedly, this book was my introduction to it. I’ve added the previous installments to my TBR pile as I’ve really enjoyed this book thus far; and while it is part of a series, it works perfectly fine as a standalone. The book doesn’t take too long to really get in to the “meat” of the story, and I was really a big fan of that. I’m currently still reading the book though. I had planned on doing a full review for my spot on the tour, but moving house left me short on time – so today I have an excerpt to share with you instead. I hope you’ll love it and pick up a copy and we can chat about it if you’d like! Thanks to Kelly from Love Books Group, Urbane Publications and Ray Clark for inviting me to be a part of this! Implant is on sale now in both paperback and kindle editions.

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Bramfield, near Leeds, a sleepy little market town nestled on the borders of West and North Yorkshire. Detectives Stewart Gardener and Sean Reilly discover the naked corpse of Alex Wilson, nailed to the wall of a cellar in his uncle’s hardware store. His lips are sewn together and his body bears only one mark, a fresh scar near his abdomen.

Within forty-eight hours, their investigation results in dead ends, more victims, no suspects and very little in the way of solid evidence. Gardener and Reilly have a problem and a question on their hands: are the residents of Bramfield prepared for one of history’s most sadistic killers, The Tooth Fairy?

Implant is the perfect read for fans of Peter May, Mark Billingham and Peter James.

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3.

3:20 a.m.

“Do you want me to put a trace on the calls?” Cragg asked.

​Both men had moved out of the back office now, into the more clinical surroundings of the lobby and the front desk.

​“Might be a good idea, sir. While you do that, maybe I should have a walk round to Armitage’s, see what’s happening.”

​Gary didn’t think a trace to his phone would do much good. He knew that as you travelled up and down the country, your mobile phone ‘shook hands’ with each phone mast as it came within range. You didn’t have to be using it, but the mast would know it’s available to make or receive calls. At the end of the day, however, the range was only accurate to within 1.5 miles.

​“It’s okay, lad. I can dispatch a car if you like.”

​“Where are the others?”

​“Further north, at Rudson, investigating an attempted break-in.”

​“You could give them a call and see how they’re doing. If they’re nearly finished, let ‘em know I’m going, and maybe they can meet me there later. After all, we don’t know what this is yet, and it’ll only take me a few minutes to walk round.”

​“If you’re sure,” said Cragg.

​“Course I am. Anyway, the doc said I needed the exercise for the leg. Can you trace the calls?”

​“I’ll use Charter to try to trace them. It’ll just take longer.” Charter was a software program the police used to obtain information from phone companies under the RIPA Act.

​Gary put his helmet on and stepped out the station front door. The sky was still dark with little cloud and no breeze, which made for a mild September morning. The road was quiet: no traffic, no people, not even a brave fox.

​The station was situated on Old Bramfield Road, to the north of the town, going towards Bursley Bridge and eventually Harrogate. Armitage’s place was in Carpenter’s Alley, behind the Market Square, at the foot of The Shambles. He estimated it would only take about ten minutes to walk, despite his leg.

​It took less than a minute for the bloody thing to start aching, an annoying pulsing sensation.

​The accident was still very clear in his mind. They were playing a team from Ilkley. One of their defenders was known locally – and nationally, he shouldn’t wonder – as “The Monster.” He’d been sent off more times than any other player in the league, and it was probably the sole reason that had stopped Ilkley Town achieving promotion. Maybe their manager would see that one day.

​The Bramfield defender, Steve Preece, had supplied the perfect cross for Gary. The goalkeeper was the only man to beat, and Gary reckoned it wasn’t much of a problem. Where The Monster had come from was anyone’s guess.

​Gary went down like a sack of spuds, even heard the break. He hadn’t felt any pain at first. He couldn’t remember the exact point at which he had felt pain, but it had more than made up for his initial lack of it.

​Mr. Sinclair had called it a ‘green stick’ break. His bones had been broken laterally in a jagged fashion, and they had needed to be straightened and pinned. The surgeon had been to see him a couple of times in hospital, gave him extra injections in the leg. He’d said it would take time, things would improve, but it was unlikely Gary would play football again. Not at Sunday League level, anyway.

​Mr. Sinclair would know. He was as good as anyone. Had to be to treat Gary’s mother the way he had done.

​Gary approached the crossroads in the town centre and turned right on to Wheelgate, passing the shops. He hadn’t seen any people on his walk, and passed only a couple of vehicles approaching from the south side, one of them was a bus with no passengers.

​He turned left on to Finkle Street, and his thoughts were once again with his mother.

​She had a type of brain cancer called glioma. He remembered the day when she had suddenly started having epileptic fits, right out of the blue. With progression, she’d had more, and had then grown forgetful.

​She was so frightened. So was he, come to mention it. He’d lost his father; he wanted to hang on to his mother.

​Gary approached the old library, which led to The Shambles. As Armitage’s hardware shop came into view, he could indeed see the light burning in the window, and the front door open.

​He glanced behind him and noticed Richard Jones with his pushbike, standing outside The Golden Lion pub. The man waved, wheeling his bike towards Gary. He was dressed in an old trench coat and trousers. Gary reckoned his age to be mid-fifties.

​He turned his attention to the old hardware store. It had been a part of the community for as long as he could remember, much longer in fact, as he read the sign above the shop that told him it had been established in 1939.

​It was a long fronted building made from different shades of brick, indicating when and where it had been extended. He suspected the main door at the far right side was not the original entrance, which was probably the more central one now used as a window display. To reach the shop you had to walk down four huge concrete steps, with a slope for wheelchairs running down the middle. To the far left were a cycle rack, and a huge potted plant. On the corner of the building an old-fashioned gas mantle was fixed to the wall, unlit.

​Gary was about to tell Richard Jones not to come too close when movement caught his attention. About thirty feet in front of him, where the shop ended and a wall separated it from the public toilets and the car park beyond, someone had stepped back into the shadows.

​At least, he thought someone had.

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Busted – Michele I. Khoury: Excerpt (#LoveBooksGroupTours)

Impacted by the recession, twenty-four-year-old artist Gina McKenna is down to her last few dollars and days away from living in her car when a successful businessman buys a painting and commissions another. As their relationship evolves, she’s seduced by his charm and mesmerized by his luxurious lifestyle until she discovers he’s a drug kingpin. As her world turns upside down, she struggles to survive vicious brutality. 

Miguel Lopez is a cocaine supplier with a weightlifter’s physique and ‘the rules do not apply to me’ attitude. Maniacal and ruthless, he has no qualms about killing anyone who interferes with his distribution network, including Gina. 

Dedicated to eradicating illegal drugs, DEA Special Agent Bobby Garcia spent months and hundreds of thousands of dollars working undercover to buy his way up a dealer chain to identify the moneyman. When his fourteen-year-old daughter overdoses on cocaine, he traces the blow to Lopez. As Bobby’s mission becomes personal, he makes emotional decisions, which negatively impact civilians and his job. Unable to let go, he risks his career to orchestrate the biggest drug sting in Southern California. What happens isn’t what he expected. 

When a deputy district attorney meets Gina at a party, he is smitten. As his attraction grows, so does Gina’s involvement with the DEA’s case, of which he is the designated prosecutor. Mindful of his professional ethics, he tries to stifle his feelings. 

Sex and violence permeate the twists and turns of this cautionary tale about choosing one’s friends well.

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Today, I am excited to be able to share an excerpt with you from Michele Khoury’s debut novel: Busted. I hope you will love it! You can find Michele on Twitter @MicheleKhoury.

 

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September 2018

The next afternoon, Gina lugged her easels and canvases to the greenbelt in Heisler Park, determined to sell her paintings during the Thursday Evening Laguna Beach Art Walk. All day, she’d pinned her hopes on a prosperous local or a tourist buying an ocean scene. Taking a deep breath, she repeated her mantra for the hundredth time: “I will be successful.” She just wished she didn’t feel so darn vulnerable.

When she reached the bluffs overlooking the Southern California coastline, the May Gray had burned off, and the late afternoon sun cast an orange glow on the glassy water below. As she inhaled the salty air, she imagined the French Impressionists leaving their stuffy studios to paint outside and establishing the plein air style she embraced. Just thinking about her craft lifted her spirits.

“I’ll be successful,” she told herself again. But what if I’m not?

Where else could she live? She’d tried renting a bedroom or sharing an apartment, but no one wanted her messy oils stinking up their environment. When she’d found the converted garage with the broom closet-sized bathroom, a mile from the ocean in Corona del Mar, she’d been ecstatic. If she had to relinquish her studio apartment, then what would she do? Was couch surfing her future? She would in a pinch, but hated to impose. What was the alternative? The street? No, no way. Then where? Her car? In a million years, she never expected to live in her old tiny Toyota. Her stomach churned like the ocean’s waves.

She propped up the tripods on the grass along the snaking sidewalk. While arranging the canvases, she scanned the area. There were families with frolicking children and couples picnicking, but no artists. Perfect. No competition.

A middle-aged policeman strode up.

“Hello, Officer.”

“Are you selling these?”

His accusatory tone caused her to hesitate. “Yes.”

“There’s an ordinance against transacting business in the park.”

She gasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She and other artists had sold there many times.

“Laguna Beach doesn’t want street vendors competing with the galleries. There’s a $250 fine.”

Oh, no. How in the world would she pay it?

Loud voices captured their attention. Thirty yards away, a Hispanic man with a weightlifter’s physique and a tiger-face tattoo on his back shoved a taller, leaner guy wearing a white suit. The well-dressed man held balled fists by his sides and shouted. Red-faced, they looked as if they’d brawl at any moment.  

As the cop sprinted toward the quarrel, he called over his shoulder, “Let this be a warning.”

Relieved at not being fined, she found herself captivated by the unusual brawl in the upscale city.

The officer intervened. Within a few seconds, the well-dressed guy’s demeanor changed and his body relaxed. He must have made a witty comment because the cop chuckled, shook his head, and walked away. A minute later, the thug stormed off. The white-suited man headed in her direction.

Detesting violence, she shivered at the negative energy and returned to stacking her canvases.

A buff bronzed man power walked past. In one hand, he held the leashes of two white standard poodles, a Golden Retriever, a black Lab and a German Shepherd. Unlike her, he was in control.

Yeah, like she could control the sinking economy. So if she couldn’t sell in the park, where else could she solicit business? She needed professional exposure, like an exhibit. She decided to pursue the local galleries and envisioned having a marketing piece professionally printed. Realizing she couldn’t afford it, she’d create it on her computer and produce it on her printer instead.

Selling had never been this difficult. She was fourteen when she’d made her first sale, and her art teachers had called her a prodigy. During college, as well as the last couple years, income from her art had supported her. She prayed the dry spell ended soon.

Want to keep reading? Grab your copy of Busted, over on Amazon! Available in both Paperback and Kindle editions

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Radiance Ring – Mobile

The Radiance Ring Mobile is an 8.5cm mini LED ring light that you can clip on to your phone (or tablet) to provide light for your selfies or videos. Because it’s a ring light, you get those cool circular reflections in the eyes that you see in all the top MUAs Instagram posts that make their eyes sparkle. Dreamy. And instead of getting a big bulky thing for your camera, you can just clip this little, well affordable (£12!) ring to your phone! (They do also sell 12″ and 18″ radiance ring lights for a bigger budget, as well as accessories for them.)

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The radiance ring’s light holds 36 individual LED bulbs with a little clicky button on the side so you can adjust the brightness. It also comes with a little USB cable because the ring light is rechargeable, as opposed to using batteries. So you can just charge it up and keep it in your handbag for the perfect selfie when you’re on the go, the  It’s also really light (in weight, I mean, duh? but it is also really a light…) so it won’t weigh you down when you’re using it and it doesn’t feel like you’ve added a brick to your handbag.

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I took a bunch of selfies, but honestly, I’m not feeling too great about my face at the moment. My bestie and I also had a couple of selfie sessions using this in her car too! It provided us with well diffused light and a nice glow. I’ve yet to really need to charge it again either. The battery lasts ages. Now I always have it in my handbag for any inpromptu selfies with friends. It gets a thumbs up from me.

Have you ever tried any add ons for your phone to aid photo taking? What do you think? Dope or nope?

Disclaimer: Radiance Ring was sent to me for review consideration. This post includes affiliate links, this means that I may get a % if you choose to purchase anything. It doesn’t change the price for you, it just helps me out. 🙂

 

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Traitors from the Inside Out – MM Justine

Buckle in guys, you’re in for a wild ride. A lengthy one too. I didn’t intend this review to be so lengthy but I wanted to be as constructive as possible. This review is spoiler free.

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Traitors from the Inside Out was a difficult book for me to read; not because of the story or the characters, but because I found it troublesome to get on with the writing. I wanted a break and to read something else, but I was unsure of if I’d pick this book back up again. Had I not been provided a free copy for review, I don’t think I would have finished it; however, I persevered, and I’m glad that I did.

My struggle started as soon as the book did. Right off the bat, the writing felt stilted but also fluffed out with an unnecessary amount of adjectives.; often describing things that I felt didn’t need the elaboration or matter to me as the reader; whereas some other things could have benefited from being elaborated upon. Sometimes, this descriptiveness really put my mind right in to the location though albeit not always necessary or suited. I feel like M.M Justine could do an excellent job at writing a guided “journey” – where someone just takes your mind to a different place and evokes the surroundings so strongly you can almost feel the sun on your face; or in the case of her book, sometimes I could easily imagine the snow, the desire to put a jacket on to warm up, the cold pinching at my cheeks.

It feels like M.M Justine struggled with the writing process, especially initially. It takes a lot to write a book and I feel like you can see her develop more as a writer and develop more confidence as she continued to write, which I found fascinating and also really cool to witness. I feel like she could re-write the book either partly or in-whole now and improve majorly on her initial work.

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The main character, Martina, loses her parents in a fatal “accident” and heads up the family company in their stead. When talking about the work of the company, MM Justine really comes through and starts to shine. You can tell that she is very passionate about alternative medicine and her other beliefs. While the book is a work of fiction, the passion of the underlying inspiration really shows and definitely had me thinking about my own health, too. The writing relaxes, the flow improves and the readability of the book increases, along with my interest and investment in to the story. The story began to grip me and I wanted – no, HAD to find out where it would go.

So, what about the actual plot/premise? Well, I was determined to make it through the book, and I’m glad that I did. About 1/3rd through, we get to the good stuff. Now I want my review to be spoiler free, but all the good stuff happens beyond this point. Murder attempts, espionage, medical interference. I was hooked. I found myself incredibly keen to find out what was happening around Martina, her company and the world as a whole; things started to fall down like dominoes. I even wanted to find out how things were going to pan out for the books bad guys. Some of the villains were naturally so. Some where manipulated in to becoming the bad guys. The narrative benefited the intrigue as it would switch between perspectives which I found helped to draw me in.

I had a lot of trouble connecting with the seemingly almost-robotic Martina. Initially she seemed devoid of much personality or even emotion, however, her humanity showed through later in the book, and I found myself beginning to connect with her; eager to participate in her journey for the truth. I wanted to be by her side and stick it out as she uncovered the truth about her parents and made more headway in to uncovering something I can only describe as astounding, yet horrendous…

The story developed in a way that I didn’t expect, especially based on my initial impressions. However, Traitors from the Inside Out had an incredible unique and original plot and the sequels hold promise. It’s a shame the execution of the writing, especially initially, was poor. The fact that I ended up hooked in spite of this is a testament to the excellence of the the story that MM Justine wanted to tell. I hope that one day, maybe when she has completed the final installment, she will revisit her original works and see if she can improve upon them because such a unique and intense story deserves to be read.

Available for purchase on Kindle and in Paperback.

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Dollar Shave Club – Just for Men?

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You’ve probably heard of Dollar Shave Club by now; if not, do you live under a rock? I’ve seen so many American YouTubers include DSC partnerships in their videos – Although the US offerings are different the UK offerings. I decided to order myself a trial box and put it to the test. Is it just for men? Would it be better than other razors I’ve tried?

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The box took a few days to arrive after I ordered it. Not really speedy delivery, but that didn’t bother me. Also; it seems that the package was despatched from continental Europe, so accounting for that, delivery time was not bad at all.

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The trial box has four items in. The razor handle, a pack of four razor cartridges, a tube of shave butter and a little 16 page magazine which is great for those moments when you head to the bathroom and think you’re just gonna pee so you don’t take your phone but you end up actually having to take a dump. I believe the magazines content is different every month, and it’s actually pretty cool. One thing that I didn’t see mentioned on the website (though I may have missed it) but that did come with the welcome card was that they donate a portion of sales of the box to charity.

This particular set is called “The Executive”, which, I’d associate with a dude, but like macho-sounding shower gels, it doesn’t mean you have to be macho to use it. The razor head cartridges are housed in a cardboard sleeve. Each cartridge contains 6 stainless steel blades, a trimmer edge and lubricating strip. On their own, four of the cartridges ship for £8 a month; which seems a little pricey compared to the £5 price tag that the trial box carries. The razor handle is quite weighty. But how about their functioning?

Well, it has been a couple of days since I shaved and my legs still feel lovely. The razor yielded a very close shave without having to go back over any of the same spots. The handle weight was perfectly balanced and it felt better to hold and use than my Friction Free Shaving Razor or any of the other cartridge razors I’ve used before. It also gave me the closest shave. I wondered if it’s because it’s aimed at coarse man-face hair; but I remember I once used to use mens gillette razors on my legs and this was still better. So, I decided to try it down in my southern regions to see how it would cope with /that/ hair and also to see if the shave butter would corrode ones lady-parts.

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I used it just with soap suds on my arm-pits, but also used the shave butter when I shaved my legs. While “Dr Carver” isn’t really the most reassuring name for a shave product, I can gladly say that it carved nothing aside from the excess hair that I wanted to be rid of. It smells clean and fresh, but very inoffensive. I’m sensitive to some things and was concerned the butter would leave my skin feeling slippery/oily; it did not. It helped the razor glide along my legs, but it also rinsed off the razor easily and didn’t clog it up. So once I was done shaving my legs and was happy with the result, I decided to tackle my lady-garden. DSC has no mention about where is okay to use the shave butter, it just says to use it in shaveable places… so I thought I’d give it a go and report back so nobody else need suffer a bush-fire.

I’m pleased to report that it did not cause any burning or stinging to my downstairs – though of course we’re all different and some are more sensitive than others. I was a heavy Lush bath bomb user and touch wood *touches some wood* I’ve never had thrush, but some women only need to look at a bath bomb to suffer. My shave was satisfactory and less irritating than usual methods. I admittedly usually suffer from razor bumps on my bikini-line the following day but the balm seems to have worked a treat there.

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I think that’s about it really! In conclusion? No, it’s not just for men. I’d rather have a better shave with something less girly than a more feminine razor that doesn’t quite make the cut. You can order your Dollar Shave Club Trial Box for £5 via their website. It’s £8 each month after that unless you downgrade or choose deliveries to be every 2 months instead of monthly, though you can cancel anytime, so you could just get the trial box and cancel if you’d like. I would really recommend it.

Have you tried Dollar Shave Club or any other shave subscription box before? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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Book Simulator (#LoveBooksGroupTours)

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Woo! I’m so happy to be taking part in my first blog tour! I’m thankful to be able to take part. I’m not the only one, so if you fancy checking it out, see the above poster for all the other lovely bloggers who will be covering Book Simulator by Chris Yee on the book tour! For now, here is the synopsis and my review of the book.

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HATE READING? THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU!!!

We all know you don’t like to read, but don’t worry, Book Simulator is here to save the day. Convince your friends that you are an avid reader. Utilize techniques that almost anyone can learn. Techniques include: page turning, eye movement, note taking, and much more. Book Simulator includes interactive exercises that allow you to practice your craft. Impress your friends and master the art of book simulation.

Looking for humor, comedy, laughs, jokes, and all other forms of funny? Book Simulator is a humorous take on the conventions of a traditional book. While it pokes fun at various aspects of reading, it also celebrates the spirit of storytelling and encourages the exploration of future stories to come.

For extensive coaching in the very serious field of pretend reading, purchase Book Simulator today.

Print and ebook versions of Book Simulator are slightly different, each with format specific content and other small variations. Why not try out both?

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Book Simulator is a humorous, tongue-in-cheek take on reading. I was intrigued by the books synopsis and instantly knew I wanted to try it out. Spoiler alert, you don’t have to hate reading.

This book is an excellent, light read, it had me chuckling multiple times throughout as the humor came through immediately; meanwhile the Book Simulator told me off for failing to follow some very simple instructions. The style of writing is casual and informal and it feels very much directed at the reader and more personal, which I found to help connect the reader (me) with the humor and aided my enjoyment of the book.

While the book jokes about simulating book reading while not having to read a single word, it actually reminds us of how enjoyable books can be and how we can engage with them, get more from our reading experience and enjoy it; rather than just reading to appear intelligent and get brownie points from people in society who probably actually don’t even care.

I don’t want to spoil the ending of the book; because it could very well be easily spoiled, however, I do want to tell you how the book took an unexpected turn as I headed towards the end and I was lead on a journey that I really wasn’t expecting. The final note reminds us that there are always people who will fight for stories, giving a nod to some classic authors, y’know, in case you feel like reading a real book, or pretending to, at least!

I’d definitely recommend giving this book a go, especially if you like light reads that will make you chuckle.

Book Simulator is available on Amazon in both Kindle and Paperback versions. There is a difference between the two versions. I personally have the paperback, as you can see, however the Kindle edition is free at the moment. I recommend paperback for the more realistic Simulator experience though. 😉

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Have you heard of Flotation?

Have you heard of flotation? I don’t mean those big inflatable pool-floaty things or those foam pool noodles or rectangles you use to help you to learn how to swim. Turns out, floatation actually has nothing to do with swimming at all. Shows like Stranger Things brought a little more attention to floatation, but many people still haven’t heard of it or know what it does, so I had a chat with Mark Smethurst – The owner of a flotation therapy center in my little town of Stafford (the first one that opened in the West Midlands, actually!) to find out about the center and what flotation is actually all about. Spoiler alert: It’s fascinating, and I think everyone should give it a go!

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Time to Float‘s location was a little bit surreal to me, as it turns out, it’s actually in the building of an old radio station that I used to volunteer for. I’m good at getting lost, so thankfully, it means I know exactly where the place is! (Which is at 146 Marston Road, Stafford, ST16 3BT, if you decide you'[d like to give it a go!)

So what actually is flotation? It’s basically a less scary way of talking about a sensory deprivation pod. It doesn’t make you awaken latent crazy powers like TV may have you believe, but it can do a lot of other things for you; but I’ll go in to that shortly. First I’m going to tell you a little about this particular flotation center.

As I mentioned, Time to Float was the first flotation therapy location to open in the West Midlands. Flotation is gaining more traction in the world and when you understand what it can do, it’s easy to see why! The location is a small one in the Northern Quarter of Stafford county town (which has some lovely places to visit in general) and delightfully cosy with warm and welcome staff who are happy to have a good natter with you or just let you do your thing.

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So, what do you do, and what can it do for you?

Well, I won’t go in to too many details of what happens when you get there, but basically you fill out a health form, have a little tour and have the place explained to you and this introduction is tailored to you based on your responses to the health form if you have certain medical issues.

In the room is a flotation pod (it’s actually about the size of a Mercedes A Class) and a shower and a few other bits and bobs that will be explained to you before you start, and they’ll only leave you once you’re comfortable! You have a shower and get in this big-ass pod of water and literally sit back and float, thanks to the 800lbs of epsom salt! Now, its advised you close the pod and turn off the light but you can have the light on if you want or prop the pod open or whatever you like.

The water in the pod is heated to body temperature, as is the air, which is circulated to keep the flow of oxygen. Thanks to the 800lbs of epsom salt (which leave your skin feeling so soft, and you don’t look like a prune when you get out either!), you just float in the water effortlessly. (The pod water is filtered four times after each use and the room cleaned, plus the salts are a natural disinfectant too, if that concerns you at all!) Apparently, it’s so relaxing, many people simply fall asleep half way through, which is totally okay! In fact, sleeping for a short while in the pod can have the effect of several hours of really blissful sleep. The salt has a sort of anti-gravity effect, resulting in a feeling of weightlessness; this also helps muscles to get complete rest (and breakdown lactic acid) and for your skeleton to re-align in its natural position. This effect, combined with the high levels of magnesium thanks to the salt (which is also anti-inflammatory) mean floatation can actually help a huge variety of ailments and chronic illnesses, including chronic pain, sleep disorders, mental health issues, or even just being sore from a workout.

Music lulls you away and will also slowly bring you back to reality after your hour is up. You get out, shower to wash all the salt away and get changed and then there is a little recovery room with a hair dryer and mirrors and some skincare products if you wish to use them. Then it’s back through to the main area where they will give you all the water you can drink and let you chill for as long as you like. They’re happy to talk about your float or just leave you to it. Whatever you’d prefer to do basically.

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There’s way more I could go in to, but this post is already getting a little lengthy. However, chances are, if you suffer from any ailment, floatation can probably help as an alternative therapy – keep in mind though, it’s not a magic cure, nor does it claim to be! However, as someone with chronic illnesses, I couldn’t resist looking in to it and the science checks out. Though you’re welcome to do your own research or contact the center for a chat if you want to learn more. If you choose to book, they have a Float More program they can tell you about too. (that link will take you to referral by me, but if you go in person or talk on the phone or social media, be sure to give me a cheeky little mention)

Even if you feel pretty well in yourself, floatation can really have a great effect as it helps encourage production of endorphins and a reduction of cortisol, so it may just be good for some self-care or a slice of zen. I think that it’s certainly worth a go. If anything can help my pain without having to dose up on medication, that’s always good.

You can find out more via the Time to Float website or catch them on twitter @timetofloatuk. Have you ever tried floatation? Or do you want to give it a go now? I’m interested to hear what you think!