Blog Tour - Her Last Breath by Tracy Buchanan


I'm delighted to be taking part in the blog tour for Her Last Breath by Tracy Buchanan, I'll be sharing my thoughts on the book next month so watch this space. 

Today I have an exclusive extract for you that is super intriguing and will make you want to know more, so grab yourself a cuppa and enjoy...

A girl has gone missing. You’ve never met her, but you’re to blame.

Her Last Breath
Genre: Suspense Thriller
Publisher: Avon
Publication Date: 29 June 2017
ISBN-13: 9780008175177

"Food writer Estelle Forster has the perfect life. And with her first book on the way, it’s about to get even better.

When Estelle hears about Poppy O’Farrell’s disappearance, she assumes the girl has simply run away. But Estelle’s world crumbles when she’s sent a photo of Poppy, along with a terrifying note: I’m watching you. I know everything about you.

Estelle has no idea who’s threatening her, or how she’s connected to the missing teen, but she thinks the answers lie in the coastal town she once called home, and the past she hoped was long behind her.

Estelle knows she must do everything to find Poppy. But how far will she go to hide the truth – that her
perfect life was the perfect lie?"

EXTRACT

Giles leaned back into his chair, resting his glass on his rotund belly, clearly pleased to be the centre of attention. ‘You must’ve heard about Krishna Sandhill?’

‘I remember reading something about her,’ Seb’s brother said. ‘Wasn’t she some meditation guru?’

Giles nodded. ‘The Queen of Calm, we called her. Advocating a new form of meditation that promised calmness and clarity after just five days of following her little regime. Just before we signed off the final copy of her book, we received news she’d spent several months in prison for aggravated bodily harm to an ex. So much for calm.’

‘No!’ everyone around the table exclaimed.

‘The book was cancelled at the last moment,’ Giles said with a sigh. ‘It was a complete fucking mess. You can’t publish a book claiming to calm people down when it’s been written by someone so angry they beat up their husband.’ He shook his head. ‘We lost tens of thousands of pounds thanks to her dark past.’ 

Estelle felt a tremor of fear inside at his words. Her dark past. But she trampled it down.

‘Ah,’ Kim, Estelle’s publicist, said.

‘What’s wrong?’ Estelle asked her.

‘I hate to tell you this, but the journalist who exposed Krishna is the one who’s interviewing you tomorrow.’

‘Which one?’ Dean asked. He presented a radio show called Outing Rogues, which investigated cowboy builders and dishonest businessmen, so knew lots of journalists.

‘Louis Patel?’ Kim said.

Dean raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh yes, he can be quite tough.’

‘Don’t, you’re making me nervous,’ Estelle said. This was her first proper profile with a national newspaper. All her other interviewers had focused more on either her book deal or cooking tips.

Silvia put on a mock-serious face. ‘I hope our Queen of Clean doesn’t have any skeletons in her closet?’

Estelle forced a smile.

‘Okay, I admit it,’ she said, putting her hands up. ‘I might have taken a bite of a Disney princess cake at my goddaughter’s birthday last week,’ she said, referring to Christina and Tom’s five-year-old.

‘Yep,’ Christina said with an exaggerated sigh. ‘I can confirm she did. But only because my daughter insisted.’

Everyone laughed and, to Estelle’s relief, they soon moved onto a lighter subject – Seb’s new radio documentary about aspiring rowers, which was airing the next day.

But Estelle felt herself retreating, thoughts of the previous conversation stirring around her mind. She’d deliberately glossed over her childhood when she’d written the introduction to her book. What if the journalist she was meeting tomorrow had done some digging?

She played with the stem of her wine glass. Outside, the stars twinkled mischievously, the sound of laughter from the streets below drifting towards her on the breeze. She peered towards her book again and tried to draw comfort from it. Look how far she’d come! She refused to let anything ruin that. She had so much to be proud of and so much to look forward to.

Christina leaned over, putting her hand on her arm. ‘You okay, Estelle?’ she asked quietly.

‘I’m perfect,’ Estelle said, taking a sip of wine and smiling at her friend. ‘Everything’s perfect.’

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