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Blog Tour Extract - Before I Left By Daisy White


                                       
                                   
                            BEFORE I LEFT by Daisy White

A LONG HOT SUMMER, A CITY BY THE SEA, AND A SERIAL KILLER ON THE LOOSE.

Nineteen-year-old runaway Ruby Baker and pregnant best friend Mary escape domestic violence in London to find a new home in Brighton. They join a glitzy set of party girls, who are hell-bent on enjoying themselves in the new freedom of the 1960s.

But their new life soon comes under threat. Someone is watching Ruby. A tall stranger who Ruby keeps spotting in the shadows. This man may have followed them from London. And Ruby fears her dark secret will be exposed.

Then a murder at a local beauty spot brings danger for the party-loving set, and the first murder is followed by a second. Rumours of occult sacrifices spread across town.

In a breathtaking conclusion, Ruby faces a race against time to save someone very close to her, and her new life may be destroyed and her secrets exposed.

Discover a gripping new writer today. Great for fans of Lisa Jewell, Angela Marsons, or LJ Ross.

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                                Blog Tour Book Extract

I can see him as he was on that last evening,shouting as usual and pushing Mum around the room.A big burly man with curly dark hair and a broad chest.He smashed some of the dresser plates for good measure,watched Mum creep away weeping and turned to me where I stood frozen in the doorway in my coat.Mary and I had already made up our minds to go that night.We`d told Derek and Mum that the teacher - training collage had laid on some extra night classes.All I needed was for George to finish his usual bullying routine,and go down the pub,so I could make my escape.He always went down the Kings Head,drank with his mates until closing time,came home and collapsed in a drunken stupor.But tonight he was late.Late home from the market because he was doing some deal,and late to eat the dinner Mum had cooked,which was dry and tasteless by the time she put it in front of him.George`s insults never really bothered me,although nobody likes being called a prostitute or a slag,or being accused of stealing the housekeeping money,day after day.I was even used to being hit.But that evening his fist smashed into my stomach like a sledgehammer and making me double up in agony.He leant close over me.His breath was already sour with drink and anger."Just checking you haven't got any brats brewing,like your slag friend."His second blow caught the side of my head,and knocked me right out.Only for a couple of minutes though because when I had opened my eyes he was still stamping clumsily around the kitchen.He dipped into the old bean tin where we kept the housekeeping money,and pulled his boots on.I lay where I had fallen,playing dead,as my head pounded and lights flashed before my closed eyes.My outstretched hand was sticky and wet with blood.







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