Don’t we all love a bargain? As The Truth Lies Buried is on offer at 99p at the moment, I thought I’d share a couple of my favourite extracts to maybe tempt you to buy it. Remember that you can read extracts of the book on both Kindle and a huge chunk of the book on Kobo before you buy too.
This is the second book in my Borteen Secrets Series but is stand-alone. Let’s start with the information on the back of the book …
Two children in a police waiting room, two distressed mothers, a memory only half remembered…
When Jenny Simpson returns to the seaside town of Borteen, her childhood home, it’s for a less than happy reason. But it’s also a chance for her to start again.
A new job leads to her working for Carver Rodgers, a man who lives alone in a house that looks like it comes from the pages of a fairy tale – until you see the disaster zone inside …
As Jenny gets to know Carver she begins to unravel the sadness that has led to his chaotic existence. Gradually they realise they have something in common that is impossible to ignore – and it all links back to a meeting at a police station many years before.
Could the truth lie just beneath their feet?
And then I’ll give you two short extracts:-
Suddenly, a huge grey dog leapt out of the undergrowth. The animal was as tall as Jenny when it jumped up, close enough for her to see flashes in his eyes. She backed against a tree, her heart in her mouth, stifling a scream. The dog circled around her, barking and snarling. Climbing out of harm’s way was impossible in her tight skirt, even if she could climb a tree. Enormous teeth came close to her face and saliva dripped from the animal’s jaws. Jenny clutched her handbag in front of her and stood as still as she could, given that she was shaking so violently. Scared of passing out, she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.
After what seemed a lifetime, during which she’d had plenty of time to imagine being eaten by the baying dog, the chainsaw silenced.
‘Wilf, away. Come here, you mangy beast.’
Jenny chanced opening her eyes. The dog retreated instantly in response to the man’s words. She sank down to the ground, her terror taking away all care for her suit.
The chainsaw man came towards her, removing his ear defenders as he walked. He took off his goggles, revealing slate grey eyes that showed concern, but maybe a hint of amusement too. Wood shavings coated his long curly hair.
‘Are you all right? I wasn’t expecting visitors.’
Jenny stuttered when she finally found her voice. ‘You w-weren’t ex-expecting me?’
An hour and a half later, the kitchen was transformed and she couldn’t help a glow of pride. Maybe she could do this job after all.
‘Blimey!’ Carver’s exclamation from behind her made her jump what felt like two feet in the air.
When she turned, he was staring around the room with wide eyes. ‘Is this my kitchen or did you get a new one fitted while I was out?’
‘It’s yours.’ She smiled. ‘It was just … hidden.’
There was something child-like about this tall man gazing around his own kitchen as if he had never seen it before. He ran a finger along the work surface, then examined it and his expression suggested amazement when it came away clean. He moved over to trace a man’s face in a photograph framed on the wall. She’d wondered about it as she’d polished the glass at the front of it earlier.
‘I don’t know why, but that man looks very familiar. May I ask who he is?’
Carver turned and stared at her. He paused before replying, totally unaware of his effect on her insides, which felt jelly-like all of a sudden.
‘My father, Michael Rodgers.’
‘Does he live near here? Is that why I recognise him?’
‘No … well, he did once, but he … disappeared twenty-five years ago, when I was eight.’
Jenny sank heavily onto the stool in the corner. She felt the colour drain from her face. Her heart had begun to beat erratically and faintness threatened to overwhelm her. She hoped she wasn’t going to be sick on the floor she’d recently cleaned.
‘Are you okay? Are you ill?’ Carver’s face and voice held panic and concern, his eyes wide open.
‘I don’t believe it! So … so … did my dad. Twenty-five years ago, almost to the day. I was seven. Wait a minute … you must be that Damien Rodgers.’
‘That Damien Rodgers?’
So if you’d like to find out the mystery behind the disappearance of Carver and Jenny’s fathers you can get The Truth Lies Buried for 99p for a short while on the following links:-
Also at just 99p is the pre-order of my Christmas book Christmas at Borteen Bay which is again stand alone. It follows the story of Pippa Freeman who manages the Rose Court guesthouse in Borteen. She features in The Truth Lies Buried too.