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#BlogTour #Extract Love Me To Death By Susan Gee

Hello, Book Dragons! Today I would like to welcome you all on my stop of the Blog Tour for Love Me To Death By Susan Gee and I would like to share an extract from the book, with all of you. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂

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Book coverThanks a lot to the publisher –  Aria and NetGalley for the review copy.
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Release date: 15 05 2020
Price*: Kindle £2.48 (GBP)/  Paperback £N/A (GBP)
Kindle $3.03 (USD)/ Paperback $N/A (USD)
Pages: ~ 336
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK

Description of the book: The police find a young woman’s body in the woods the same week a couple discover a crude, handmade doll in Lyme Park. But are the two findings connected… or a strange coincidence? In a town full of loners and unhappy families, nothing is as it seems…

All Mr Anderson wants is a family. After his elderly mother died, he was almost unbearably lonely. Now it’s time for him to claim his own. All Jacob wants is for Maggie to love him back. She only has eyes for the Vincent twins – but maybe he can make her see just how much he cares. And everyone is a suspect.


On the other side of the town, Mr Anderson was taking a walk. He left behind a trail of impacted footprints in the snow as he walked beside the snaking lines where the kids had dragged sledges over the pavements. The slow crunch and gentle creak of the snow as a pair of Doc Martens crushed it with a thick-ridged sole was the only sound tonight. Everyone else was indoors.

Mr Anderson always took a walk in the evening. He loved the darkness. His nine o’clock stroll would always happen, without fail, come rain or shine. Even when he was sick, he’d still attempt it. He liked the weather at the moment: the chill of it. The way it cut into his throat as he breathed. He liked how his breath hung like a cloud as he paced the streets. Here, and then gone again, into nothing.

He preferred this time of night, because there were few people out and the weather had improved things further. Mr Anderson disliked the people that filled the streets, the sound of their voices and the way they moved over the concrete – an army of blank faces. Stockport was much improved without them and now the snow made everything clean. It cleared his mind of the incessant noises from the day, the tapping feet on the pavements and clicking of tongues. He inhaled. It was perfect.

This was the time that he could finally get his thoughts in order. He knew what he had to do, but it had taken a while for him to get things ready. It was only when the snow had come that he’d known it was the right time. The white purity of it was perfect, as though someone had thrown a sheet over the dirty, stained town and transformed it into his own blank canvas. Stockport had been waiting for him, lying dormant until it was ready to be cleansed. He had been ready, just waiting to start.

The numbers had been increasing. The homeless were everywhere; when he travelled into Manchester, they were scattered on every street corner. When he started out, he never thought that there would have been so many, but almost every day there was someone else of interest – so many people without a family to look after them. With the falling snow his eyes have been opened to new possibilities. It had been a long time coming. The time had come for him to start his family.

When he got home it was mildly warmer than outside. He didn’t put the lights on or the fire. He did not like waste. Time was precious too and the time was his now. ‘A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life,’ his mother would tell him. There was no need for light anyway. He had spent many an hour alone without it. It was calming and he was comfortable in the silent darkness.
His mind was detached from all the day’s happenings and the happenings of the past. The house was his now. There was no need to feel odd about being out of the cellar anymore. Recently, he’d been feeling the need to go down there again, but he’d fought against it. It wasn’t something that he wanted to ever return to. Mr Anderson went over to the wooden chair in the living room and sat down with his back against the wall. The hard-backed chair dug into him as he stared into the darkness until he could make out the shapes of the furniture in the room.

The clock in the corner clicked and chimed through the minutes as he listened to the people next door. The television hummed through the thin walls as he heard them move around. He leant back and placed his palm against the wallpaper, knowing there were only a few bricks separating him from them, they were so beautifully close. If the wall wasn’t there he could take a step and be in their living room with them. Sit down and hear what it was that made the woman shriek with occasional laughter. They were a family and he wanted it.

He strained to listen for the sounds of a childhood that he had never had, the voices of the people who ate and talked together and went out for walks with their dog. Sometimes the sounds of their plates clinking would remind him that he was hungry and he’d go to the kitchen himself to make something: a modest meal that he would eat alone.

Susan GeeAbout the author: Susan Gee is a crime writer from the North West. She was a finalist in the Good Housekeeping Novel Competition and The Daily Mail ‘Write a Best Seller’ Competition. She has an MA in Creative Writing from Manchester University. ‘Kiss Her Goodbye’ is her first novel. ‘Love Me To Death’ is out in May 2020. Susan lives in Stockport with her husband and two children.

Twitter: @susangeewriter /Instagram: susangeewriter / Facebook: susangeewriter

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