Title: Found, Near Water
A task made harder by an ex-husband desperate for control; a paedophile on early-release in the community; and a psychic who knows more than seems possible. And flowing beneath everything is a crime – perpetrated across generations – pulling them into its wake.
Author: Katherine Hayton
Series: N/A
Pages: 214
Date Published: July 2nd, 2014
Publisher: Katherine Hayton
Format: eBook
Genre: Mystery
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
Synopsis:
Rena Sutherland wakes from a coma to discover her daughter’s been missing for days. No one’s noticed, no one’s complained, no one’s searching. The victim support officer assigned to her case, Christine Emmett puts aside her own problems as she tries to guide Rena through the maelstrom of her daughter’s disappearance.A task made harder by an ex-husband desperate for control; a paedophile on early-release in the community; and a psychic who knows more than seems possible. And flowing beneath everything is a crime – perpetrated across generations – pulling them into its wake.
~Try an Excerpt!~
I set out the chairs in a circle. In my head I counted off
each person as I placed their seat. Terry, dead daughter; Ilene, missing
daughter; Kendra, missing daughter; Joanne, sick daughter; Christine, dead
daughter. That last one is me, by the way.
There used to be a need for more chairs. I had quite the
group running at one stage. Not now. We’ve dwindled and whittled our way to a
close knit bunch. Like a knitting circle with barbed tongues driving all the
young and optimistic members away.
I remember when I was talked into setting up this group. I
was whining away to an old colleague one day and she mentioned that I may be
helped by a support group. A support group! I “reminded” her that I was a fully
qualified psychiatrist who had once had a roaring career until I realised how
futile the entire field was. I wasn’t someone who attended a support group. I
was the one to run it.
Famous last words.
There was a crunch of gravel outside and I walked to the
window to have a nosey. Not one of mine. An elderly gent made slow progress
towards the temporary library. He swayed so deeply from foot to foot he looked
like a Weeble in full wobble.
I laid out a half packet of stale gingernuts which had
mysteriously survived in our pantry and hoped that no one was feeling too hungry.
~Meet Katherine!~
Ever since I
was three year’s old I’ve been reading everything I can lay my hands on. It’s
been my passion, my solace, my comfort. I used to look forward to Wednesday
nights which were the time that my mother would take me, and any of my siblings
who wanted to go – so usually just me, to the library.
It would be
wonderful, thrilling, and risky. I was only able to take three books out each
week, and only one of those could get a free pass on fees. If I picked the
wrong one I would be stuck with it for a whole week. Not only stuck with it,
but I’d have to read a bad book cover to cover because otherwise I’d have to do
something else, and that was not really what I was after. I did go outside, and
played outside, and watched TV like any normal kid, but that was just stuff you
filled in time with until you could read again.
Throughout my
childhood there was never anything I wanted to do but become a writer – it
seemed the only natural progression to my life. Then I crawled inside a bottle
for fourteen years, and when I popped back out I was working in an office job
in a travel agency, my mother was dead, and I was clueless as to how I was
meant to get my life back on track.
About the
time I started to seriously study the craft of writing, something that used to
come naturally to me but had grown incredibly hard through lack of use, I also
had a change in career path into insurance (not as big a change as it might
seem as it was really from one office job to another with a brighter future and
better career path.) I started to challenge myself in my professional life, and
my personal life, so instead of focussing in on writing I instead tried out a
range of different hobbies, followed up on fleeting interests, tried to learn
to play the saxophone which my partner was glad was a short-lived affair, and
generally did all of the things I should’ve spent my teens and twenties doing
but hadn’t.
But of course
I always circled back to writing. Reading and writing. My passion remains the
same but instead of skimming widely across any and all genres I’ve narrowed
down and done a deep-dive into crime fiction which has been my favourite for
over a decade now.
I love the
fact that I’ve been reading the same genre of fiction for more than ten years
now, and still find new and interesting things with every book that I pick up.
Now I’m trying to bring something new and unique to me to the genre. And soon I
might finally get back on track to being the person that I always wanted to be.
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Hi Andra, thanks very much for hosting me on your blog today. Thanks also to any of your readers taking the time to drop by and check out me and my book! I'll keep dropping back in if you have any questions or comments. Cheers.
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ReplyDeleteMy favorite part of this post was the excerpt! Very interesting(:
ReplyDeleteInteresting excerpt - also pretty disturbing to think about as a mom....
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely thought-provoking!
ReplyDeleteTrix, vitajex(at)Aol(dot)com
I enjoyed the excerpt. This sounds like an exciting book that is going to keep me on the edge of my seat.
ReplyDeleteLori
Seems like a very entertaining read!
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