Today is my stop on the blog tour for Sinner by Jacqui Rose. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the look of that, you can click here to order yourself a copy. Don't forget to check out the other blogs on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews.
Here's what it's all about...
Having been brought up amongst the hardest gangsters and faces of London, Franny Doyle learnt never to let love be her weakness. But she’ll do anything to protect those close to her, and at whatever cost.
Her partner Alfie Jennings is under pressure. The only person he ever sent down has recently been released from prison, and his Soho nightclub is under threat from his rival Charlie Eton – a man who doesn’t respond kindly to people taking away his business.
Charlie is playing dirty to come out on top, and when innocent children become involved in the feud, Franny and Alfie are dragged into a dark underworld where Alfie must face demons from his past, and Franny is in a dangerous race against time to ensure her own secrets aren’t exposed.
Betrayal and lies come with consequences, and old sins cast long shadows…
And here's that extract for you...
Who is this? Look, this isn’t funny
anymore. You hear me? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but if you think
you’re going to scare me by playing the old heavy breather game, think again,
cos you’re wasting your time. You don’t scare me. You think a few phone calls
and a few letters are going to get me going? Do me a favour. You seriously
can’t know who I am. I’m Alfie Jennings. You hear that? I’m Alfie, and I never
get frightened about anything, so why don’t you just do one and call someone
else?’
Hurriedly, Alfie clicked off his phone,
throwing it across the room as he took deep, long breaths, wiping the prickles
of sweat off his face, trying to calm his trembling, trying to stop the wave of nausea
overwhelming him as he swallowed the vomit back down along with his panic.
It
was stupid. So stupid. How could a few letters and calls make him feel so
jumpy? Maybe it was just the coke making him twitchy. Paranoid. Christ
almighty.
But
as Alfie stood – his handsome face pale and strained – in the large, newly
decorated front room, still holding the letter in his hand, the second one he’d
received that day and feeling like it was burning a hole in his palm, he knew
the real problem wasn’t the substandard coke. The real problem was he was
scared – really scared – and he hated himself for it. He was disgusted
at his fear, and God knows he’d never admit it to anyone. The worst
thing was, no matter how much he drank and snorted coke to take away the panic,
the fear still sat there like a stone in his stomach.
Thanks so much to Jacqui for stopping by the blog today and sharing this extract with us. Don't forget to check out the other blogs on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews.
