Today I welcome Heidi Perks to my blog with an excerpt from her book Come Back For Me, which is currently awaiting for me to read it! Be sure to check out the other blogging posts today (click on the name as always, Lesley @ The Bookwormery, Trish @ Between My Lines, Gaby @GNTx Reads, David @ Fully Booked and Amanda @ Ginger Book Geek.
Phew, there is a few of us and this is such a mammoth tour too!
Let’s check out what this book is all about,Come Back For Me by Heidi Perks
Published by Arrow Publishing on July 11, 2019
A shocking discovery. An island wrapped in secrets.
A tiny island community is stunned by the discovery of a long-buried body.
For Stella Harvey the news is doubly shocking. The body has been found in the garden of her childhood home - the home her family fled without explanation twenty-five years ago.
Now, questioning her past and desperate to unearth the truth, Stella returns to the isolated island. But she quickly finds that the community she left isn’t as welcoming as she remembers – and that people in it will go to any length to protect their secrets. One thing rings true…You can’t bury the truth forever.
So normally I would share with you some reviews but you can see from the poster…well there is just so many of them so instead I have been kind enough to link up all the posts for you, so click on the name to be taken to that review and check some out before I share with you an exclusive excerpt from the book!
Check out the reviews by
An excerpt over at Elementary V Watson
A giveaway at Mac Reviews Books,
And finally, now on to the excerpt! You excited yet??
✮ Excerpt ✮
The news comes on and I glance up. A reporter is standing outside a house, holding a large umbrella while the wind whips her ponytail from side to side. My eyes drift to the ticker tape along the bottom of the TV screen and then back again to her. I don’t recognise any of the details behind her at first and am about to turn back to the magazine when something catches my eye.
They’ve caught it at a funny angle, but there’s a distinctive window in the top corner of the picture, circular with obscured glass. I inch forward on the sofa and grab the remote again, turning up the volume so I can hear what the reporter is saying over the hammering that’s beginning to beat in my ears.
It’s funny I didn’t recognise it immediately when every detail is etched on the inside of my eyelids. When all I need to do is call up my memory and I can paint a picture of a thousand pixels in intricate detail. But then it doesn’t look the same. Not entirely. The windowsills have been painted a deep teal and now the camera is panning out so I can see more of the house.
There are colonial-style white fascia boards and a conservatory at the front. It doesn’t look like my home any longer. Yet unmistakably it is. The white picket fence that runs along the left-hand side is still there. Dad had put that up one summer to separate our garden from the path that runs alongside it. On the right, tall pines still drape the length of the garden.
I feel my pulse racing quicker and I try to ignore it to focus on the reporter’s words. ‘Clearly the whole island is in shock,’ she says. I look back at the ticker tape reeling its breaking news, the words ‘. . . Island last night’ roll out of sight to the left and a new headline about Syria follows.
‘And the police aren’t able to release any more details as yet?’ This comes from a woman in the studio, but the screen is still filled with the view of my house and garden, panning out further still and exposing a white police tent that is flanked by officers. It has been erected on the right at the rear of the property, tucked neatly in between the house and the trees that separate the garden from the woods beyond.
‘Not yet, but the forensics teams have been working here all day,’ the reporter says. I look back at the tape. ‘Body found on Evergreen Island last night,’ it now reads in full. I scrunch my hands up tightly, willing the blood to rush through them and stop the numbness from spreading up my arms.
A body has been found on the island. And even though no one has said it outright, it’s clear it’s been buried in the garden of my old house.
Wow! Intriguing stuff! I am looking forward to this!
Until next time xxx
Thank you so much to Rachel at Arrow Publishing for the tour invite and the author for the excerpt from the book