Blog Tour: Bad Sister (Sam Carrington) @sam_carrington1 @AvonBooksUK

Screen Shot 2017-10-27 at 7.51.19 PM.pngGood Morning and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Bad Sister, the newest novel by Sam Carrington.  Sam Carrington is an author that I admire. I LOVED Saving Sophie so I cannot wait to read Bad Sister.  As part of my stop, I am thrilled to be able to bring you an extract.  But first, let’s check out a synopsis of the novel, shall we?

The gripping psychological thriller everyone is talking about, from the author of Saving Sophie.

 Sisters. Allies. Liars.

 Stephanie is scared for her life. Her psychologist, Connie Summers, wants to help her face her fears, but Connie will never really understand her. Stephanie’s past has been wiped away for her own protection. Stephanie isn’t even her real name. But then, Dr Summers isn’t Connie’s real name either.

And that’s not all the women have in common. As Stephanie opens up about her troubled relationship with her brother, Connie is forced to confront her own dark family secrets.

When a mutilated body is dumped in plain sight, it will have devastating consequences for both women.

Who is the victim?

Who is to blame?

Who is next?

Gripping, tense and impossible to put down, Bad Sister will have fans of Sue Fortin, B A Paris and Linda Green hooked till the final page.

Doesn’t that sound absolutely brilliant?  I know that this book is moving to the top of my TBR pile!

Keep reading to check out an extract from Bad Sister!

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She heaved herself from the seat and nudged past a few people standing in the way of the exit door. Why did people stand there when there were plenty of seats? They weren’t even getting off. She smiled tightly at a man who grunted as she moved in front of him. I just want to get off the train, she wanted to scream at him. She refrained.

Her heels clacked up the steps of the bridge to the other side of the station. Reaching the top, she hesitated. A figure stood at the other end of the footbridge, leaning against the side. She looked back over her shoulder. No one else had got off at this station. She continued, more slowly, squinting as she went, trying to make out some features. Man? Woman? Teenager? Trainspotter? As she approached, the figure surged forwards. Connie’s heart quickened. Should she turn and go back? No. She was being ridiculous. It was probably someone waiting to meet a friend, a lover, a family member, off the train.

It was a man. Definitely. He wore a trench coat, dark grey. Yet the weather had been hot. No showers. No need for a coat like that.

Unless you were hiding something within it.

Connie cursed her prison background. It’d made her ultra-cautious. Untrusting. Her imagination didn’t need much stimulation to become hyper-sensitive.

Keep walking. Keep walking. It’s nothing. He’s nothing.

She lowered her chin, subtly inching her way to the far side of the bridge, farthest from the man.

Ten feet.

Five feet.

He walked towards her. Moved to the same side of the bridge as her.

Quick. Phone. Get your mobile out.

Too late for that now. It was deep inside her handbag somewhere.

He was almost upon her.

He reached inside his coat with his left hand.

Connie let out a gasp.

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Be sure to check out the other stops on the Bad Sister blog tour!

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