Is there room enough to contain so many emotions at once inside a body? On Monday my new book, HER LAST SECRET, was revealed to the world and went on pre-order. Now it’s the countdown to publication day on Friday 13th October. Yes, Friday the 13th. Lucky for me, unlucky for the Thomas family who star in the book.
I’m so excited to finally see months of hard work finally going out into the world. If you haven’t seen it already, here’s the cover and blurb for you.
There are some secrets you can never tell.
The last thing to go through Dominique Thomas’s head was the image of her teenage daughter’s face and her heart lifted. Then the shot rang out.
They were the perfect family. Successful businessman Ben Thomas and his wife Dominique live an enviable life, along with their beautiful children; teenager Ruby and quirky younger daughter, Mouse.
But on Christmas Day the police are called to their London home, only to discover a horrific scene; the entire family lying lifeless, victims of an unknown assailant.
But when Ruby’s diary is discovered, revealing her rage at the world around her, police are forced to look closer to home for the key to this tragedy.
Each family member harboured their own dark truths – but has keeping their secrets pushed Ruby to the edge of sanity? Or are there darker forces at work?
This dark, gripping psychological thriller will have you holding your breath until the very last page. Fans of Behind Closed Doors, Sometimes I Lie, and The Girl on the Train will be captivated.
The reaction on the night was incredible. Huge thanks to:
Thanks to all the hard work of all those fabulous bloggers (plus the many others who shared my news through retweets etc), my brilliant readers, and everyone at Bookouture, within the space of a few hours Her Last Secret was sitting at Number 19 in Hot New Releases in psychological fiction. I truly can’t thank everyone enough for being so enthusiastic about my new book.
My happiness and excitement is tempered with sadness, though. My uncle passed away recently, and yesterday was his funeral, which is why I’m so late with my thanks. He was my Godfather, and I was given the middle name of Lesley in honour of his middle name, Leslie. Yesterday was a day of extreme emotions, when the wounds of loss bled freely. But among all the pain and heartache, there was also so much love, hope and positivity. My uncle enjoyed life, had a never-ending stream of funny stories to share, and laughed all the time. I don’t think I ever heard him have a bad word to say about anyone. Ever. Now, it’s time to continue without him, inspired by his outlook. Rest in peace, Norman Price – and thank you for everything you taught me x