Hi there, and welcome to my stop on The Partisan Heart‘s blog tour. It’s a huge honour to have been invited to take part in this tour, and I’m so excited to be sharing a brilliant extract from Gordon Kerr’s newest release with you. As…
Hello, and welcome to my blog blitz post! I’m hugely excited to be sharing an extract from A Testament to Murder with you today, but I’m going to share a bit more information about the book first to whet your appetite. A Testament to Murder…
Hi there, and welcome to my stop on the In Bloom blog tour.
This post contains spoilers for Sweetpea, so please look away if you haven’t read it yet!
I only reviewed Sweetpea a couple of weeks ago, but I couldn’t resist taking part in this tour and getting to see what Rhiannon had been up to since the end of the first installment in the series.
In case you weren’t aware that Sweetpea was getting a sequel, here’s all you need to know about In Bloom:
The darkly comic crime sequel to Sweetpea, following girl-next-door serial killer Rhiannon as she’s now caught between the urge to kill and her unborn baby stopping her.
If only they knew the real truth. It should be my face on those front pages. My headlines. I did those things, not him. I just want to stand on that doorstep and scream it: IT WAS ME. ME. ME. ME. ME!
Rhiannon Lewis has successfully fooled the world and framed her cheating fiancé Craig for the depraved and bloody killing spree she committed. She should be ecstatic that she’s free.
Except for one small problem. She’s pregnant with her ex-lover’s child. The ex-lover she only recently chopped up and buried in her in-laws’ garden. And as much as Rhiannon wants to continue making her way through her kill lists, a small voice inside is trying to make her stop.
But can a killer’s urges ever really be curbed?
I haven’t had the chance to finish In Bloom yet (I’m about halfway through, and so far it’s even better than the first book) but I have a brilliant extract from the book to share with you today. Fasten your seatbelts, it’s a tense one…
Sunday, 24th June – 7 weeks pregnant
KNOCK. KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
So there I was, red-handed, red-faced, naked and straddling a corpse. His body is covered in my DNA so even if I did toss him over the balcony onto several parked hatchbacks, the evidence would lead straight back to me.
KNOCK KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
“Jesus Christ police have got loud knocks. Okay okay okay okay think whatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo?” Prison is a no no. I’ve seen Orange is the New Black. I can’t do all that lesbianing. It looks exhausting.
ANSWER THE FUCKING DOOR!
“Yeah, I guess I’m gonna have to, aren’t I?”
I fling on my dressing gown and tiptoe across to the bedroom door. The knock comes again and I jump a clear foot in the air.
For crying out loud, Mummy. This isn’t just about you now. You’ve got me to think about. Answer it and tell them you can’t speak to them now.
“Oh yeah they’re gonna love that, aren’t they? ‘Sorry, Sarge, could you pop out for a couple of doughnuts while I dispose of this corpse I’ve been sleeping with, then do feel free to come back with your Marigolds on and have a good root around?’ It’s not gonna wash, Foetus Face.”
Right well that knocking is getting right on my tits now so just answer it. You’ll think of something.
I’ll admit, I’d have been lost if it hadn’t been for that little voice from beyond my own vagina telling me what to do. I tiptoed across the cold floor.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The words ‘shit’ and ‘creek’ spring to mind and there ain’t a paddle in sight. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”
Damn stupid to kill him here in the first place. What was I thinking? Must be the start of ‘Baby Brain’. That’s what I’m going to blame it on anyway.
Don’t you lay this shit on me.
How did I think I was going to get a six-foot Australian man-child out of my flat, along the hall, down two flights, across the car port and into my tiny car without being seen by some busy-body with a nose for cadavers? I’ve told you what to do – cut him up! Fortunately AJ wasn’t decomposing quickly – I’d drained him out over the bath before I left for the hen weekend. This slows the process down. I saw Dad do it once through a warehouse window – him and his associates, all in balaclavas.
Not just a pretty face, am I? *wink emoji*
Anyway, my heart’s pounding and my mouth’s all dry but the situation is what it is. There’s no escape. The knock echoes once more, I take in a deep lungful of air, prepare my best ‘shocked and saddened’ face and open the door of the flat.
I don’t know about you, but I think it’s impossible to resist continuing a story which starts as explosively as this one. If you’d like to purchase a copy of In Bloom, please consider using my Amazon affiliate link.
About the author:
C.J. Skuse is the author of the young adult novels Pretty Bad Things, Rockoholic and Dead Romantic (Chicken House), Monster and The Deviants (Mira Ink). She was born in 1980 in Weston-super-Mare, England. She has First Class degrees in Creative Writing and Writing for Children and, aside from writing novels lectures in Writing for Young People at Bath Spa University. C.J. has released two adult books, Sweetpea and In Bloom (HQ/HarperCollins).
C.J. loves Masterchef, Gummy Bears and murder sites. She hates carnivals, hard-boiled eggs and coughing. The movies Titanic, My Best Friend’s Wedding and Ruby Sparks were all probably based on her ideas; she just didn’t get to write them down in time. Before she dies, she would like to go to Japan, try clay-pigeon shooting and have Ryan Gosling present her with the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay.
If you’d like to find out more about C.J. Skuse, you can follow her on Twitter.
I hope you enjoyed my stop on the In Bloom blog tour. Huge thanks to Isabel from HarperCollins for reaching out and inviting me to take part. My review of In Bloom should be up towards the end of the week, so you’ll have to remember to pop back to hear my thoughts!