Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Blog Tour: Extract from Perfect Silence by Helen Fields


Today I am excited to be part of the blog tour for Perfect Silence by Helen Fields, 

A DI Callanach Crime Thriller, Book 4. This book was released on 23rd August and you can click here to order your copy now. I have an extract that Helen has been lovely enough to share with us today but first, here's what it's all about:



When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
The body of a young girl is found dumped on the roadside on the outskirts of Edinburgh. When pathologists examine the remains, they make a gruesome discovery: the silhouette of a doll carved in the victim’s skin.
DCI Ava Turner and DI Luc Callanach are struggling to find leads in the case, until a doll made of skin is found nestled beside an abandoned baby.
After another young woman is found butchered, Luc and Ava realise the babydoll killer is playing a horrifying game. And it’s only a matter of time before he strikes again. Can they stop another victim from being silenced forever – or is it already too late?




Eighteen silent months later her stepfather had arrived. A
year later her brother had celebrated his sixteenth birthday by
signing up to join the army with their mother’s consent. Zoey
had hated her for it. She wondered if she would be able to
find forgiveness with her last breath, but forgiveness required
effort and concentration. It needed to be nourished by hope.
There was none left where she was lying. Her brother’s escape
had been her entrapment. There was no barrier left between
Zoey and her mother’s new husband.
The fists her brother had tolerated until he could leave were
turned to her. Her mother, a shard of broken china, said and
did nothing. Perhaps she didn’t care. Perhaps she was only
grateful the blows did not touch her. The bruises were limited
in their geography. Zoey’s face remained untouched until the
school summer holidays came around and then it was a freefor-
all, the fear of prying teachers alleviated a while. Zoey had
cried her tears into Warrior’s warm fur, and shivered into his
skinny but comforting frame in her bedroom at night. Until
her stepfather had found the love she had for the hound too
much joy for Zoey’s life. He had declared himself allergic, and
the dog food too expensive, in spite of their large house and
his good income. Letting out the odd, badly faked sneeze, he
had said the dog must go.
That day had been etched in Zoey’s memory like the scene
from The Wizard of Oz, only Toto had not escaped from her
stepfather’s clutches to return to her. Warrior was pulled from
her arms as she huddled on her bed, declaring that she would
die if they took him.

Thank you so much to Helen for stopping by today, remember to check out the other blogs on the tour for more exclusive content!

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