I wanted to let you know that I’ve decided to reduce the price of the ebook version of SHE DID IT from £1.99 to 99p ($99c) for a limited time around publication date. Why? Well, sales are going incredibly well so I thought I would ‘treat’ my loyal readers. Everyone loves a bargain – I know I do. If you have already pre-ordered it at £1.99, don’t worry. You will only be charged for the lower price on publication day on 19 September.
Here’s a sneak preview of the prologue: (sorry about the formatting)
I hardly dare open my eyes, but I must. I don’t even know how long I have been here. An hour, perhaps. Two hours? A minute? Why is my watch broken?
I’m sitting on the floor, my back against the wall. My knees are to my chest, my hands wrapped around them. The kitchen tiles are cold on my feet. A metallic smell is in the air.
There is a sound to the silence; it’s ringing in my ears. I can’t hear anything else. Not the traffic on the street below. Nor the noise of the neighbours arriving home after a hard day’s work. Nor a murmur or a groan from …
One, two, three. Come on! I can do this.
I lift my head and open my eyes. Sheer horror rushes through me and I force myself not to close them again.
It wasn’t a dream.
It wasn’t some bad trip.
I can’t believe there is so much blood.
A spasm in my stomach and I retch. Please, no. Don’t let me be sick. I can’t leave any trace of me behind, not even that. It could be vital evidence against me.
I hold my right hand out. It shakes violently, more blood drying under my fingernails.
There are two wine glasses on the worktop. Should I wipe them clean, like they do in the TV shows? Remove all trace. But then again, I know that isn’t possible. I’m bound to miss something important.
To my right is a chair. It usually sits under a small pine table. My black dress is strewn across it, my heels beneath it, one fallen over on its side. Flashbacks of what I did come rushing at me.
I removed my dress to wash away the blood.
The urgency of the situation catches up with me. I slap my palm against my forehead. What am I going to do? I mean, I never intended this to happen, not now; not after everything we’ve been through.
It could have been so much better. But he spoiled it. And now there will be no going back.
I open a cupboard, looking for detergent. I have to clean the place up. Make it look like I wasn’t here and then get rid of the evidence.
As I race around, I do my best to ignore the body slumped in the opposite corner of the room.
I’m also having an online party on Facebook, with TONS of SHE DID IT giveaways – signed copies of the book, mugs, a T-shirt, notebooks, swag bags, chocolates and much more. You can join in the Facebook Party event. at any time. Hope to see you there!