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Three years ago Joy refused to sleep with an ex boyfriend.
When he committed suicide, her guilt was enormous. To punish herself she opted
to serve as a prostitute for three years.
How far would you go to protect your child?
Cora loves her convict husband despite - or because of - his
bad boy ways. But now that he's back in her life, she has their daughter to
consider. Is a faulty father better than no father at all?
A serial killer…
A serial killer who murders women and displays their bodies
dressed in a white sheet with a fencing mask covering the face. Who will be next?
Read an Excerpt:
It’s small, probably the
smallest size available, but remarkably heavy. The address is hand-written.
I know the handwriting.
I throw the envelope into the
dustbin. Unopened.
I go out to buy a fresh bread
roll and eat it on the spot even though the chill in the weather does nothing
to encourage lingering in the street. The air smells like rain and cocoa.
All around me are couples: at
the other three black metal-lacework tables inside the coffee shop, outside on
the footpath walking hand in hand, or arm around waist, or palm of the hand on
the back of the neck.
I spy on them all, attempt to
sniff out their recipe for a happy life. I look at the young mothers with milk
bottles and prams, and I wonder why life is so bloody hard for me, why
everybody but me knows the answers to life’s choices, the secret key to bliss.
The girl in a plum office
skirt leaving a coffee shop next door with a polystyrene cup of espresso, for
example, she looks like she has it all: a wedding band on her finger, a
high-power job, a smile on her face. It’s not that I want a husband or an
office job—either would stifle me in a week. But the plum skirt girl radiates
inner happiness, so I go into the coffee shop and order a cup of whatever she’s
just had.
And when I emerge through the
glass door, polystyrene container in hand, nothing’s changed. I’m just a woman
with a plastic cup of coffee in my hand.
The irony being, I don’t even
drink coffee.
About the Author:
You won't believe this, but when I'm not a novelist I'm actually a Doctor of Mathematics. A business and data analyst. A wife and a mother. Most of all though - I am a writer (in several languages) hoping to change the world one book at a time.
You won't believe this, but when I'm not a novelist I'm actually a Doctor of Mathematics. A business and data analyst. A wife and a mother. Most of all though - I am a writer (in several languages) hoping to change the world one book at a time.
My heritage is inter-continental. I was born and raised in
Poland. When I was twelve, my family and I emigrated to South Africa. Your
teenage years are usually your formative years, so it’s no surprise I consider
South Africa my second homeland. For the past twenty years, I’ve lived in New
Zealand, and people ‘back home’ tell me I’ve become a real
Kiwi.
Crime fiction is my passion. My childhood hero was,
predictably, Hercule Poirot. I've changed my mind several times since, and for
a time I was totally into Harlan Coben's super-rich super-able Win (Windsor
Horne Lockwood), but my current favourite is Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch…
I mean, Sherlock Holmes.
My co-ordinates:
7 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
So excited to share my book with your readers!
I enjoyed getting to know your book; congrats on the tour, I hope it is a fun one for you, and thanks for the chance to win :)
Congratulations on the book tour. Thanks for hosting the giveaway. I hope that I win. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(dot)com
Great post, I enjoyed reading it!
Judging by the excerpt, book sounds very intriguing, looking forward to reading it!
What's your writing process like?
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