I am delighted to announce the release of Check Mate – book three of my murder ‘mystery’ trilogy.
Cressida Barker-Powell-Hopkins, reformed society girl, and now devoted wife and mother, is back. In this, the third book of the Posh Hits trilogy, we join Cressida as at first reluctantly then with greater zeal she pours out her heart into her journal, trying to deal with her feelings after the traumatic events of the previous year. Her hit-list is down to just one name. Cressida wants vengeance on the woman who has terrorised her family and almost cost Cressida her life. But her murdering skills are a bit rusty, and her arch-enemy seems to have moved house. What on earth can Cressida do now?
And here’s a little taster…
As I took a step forward, she waved the gun.
“Don’t,” she said. I halted. The rain was coming down, if anything even harder than before and I was trying—and failing—to think of a way out of this situation. In books, in movies, the protagonist always feels that they are in a waking nightmare, they wish they could wake up and find everything is okay. We’re told things slow down until the seconds deafeningly strike your heartbeat, but it wasn’t like that for me. She had my gun, she had my father-in-law, how could this possibly end in anything other than a nightmare? My calling out of his name still echoed around in my head.
Surely Matt would be here soon? If I could just keep her talking a little longer…
“Let him go, Monica, your quarrel is not with him but with me.”
She laughed. “Oh very High Noon! But sorry, did you want us to have a duel, see who’s quickest on the draw? I’m afraid I have your gun.”
I should have kept quiet. She gave a snort of derision. “God, Cressida, is that the best you can come up with? An awful cliché, after all this time?”
“Please,” I said, and I meant it. I took a couple of steps forward without thinking and Sid motioned for me to stop.
“Cress…” he said, and she laid the barrel of the gun warningly on his shoulder.
“Don’t! I told you,” she said. Her face was a white oval in the darkness, her eyes a barely discernible gleam. “Keep your distance,” she added.
I saw that she was craning to get a good look at the car. I intuited that she was wondering if I’d left the keys in the ignition. I took a step to the side, blocking her view, at the same time hoping not to totally enrage her.
The tip of the gun was jammed into Sid’s neck. He yelped and I almost peed myself.
“Who’s with you? Matt?” she snarled.
I couldn’t afford to make her mad. I stepped away from the car, backed a few steps away, my hands in the air.
“No. No one, I came on my own. I don’t want to play games with you, Monica, I just want…”
“Shut up, I’m the one who…”
At that moment there was a massive clap of thunder right overhead. I leapt half out of my skin, Sid also jumped and Monica lost her balance and dropped the gun. As Sid automatically reached for it, I heard a hollow popping sound and he was on his face on the ground. She’d hit him with the bat.
I hope that’s got you interested…
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