Today I’m pleased to welcome Tracy Buchanan to the blog. Tracy’s previous novels include My Secret Sister and No Turning Back and her latest novel Her Last Breath, was published by Avon on 29 June 2017.
Today Avon have kindly allowed me to share an extract from Her Last Breath.
The doorbell went. Estelle cursed, realising her fingers were gooey from the honey she’d been using for a recipe. How long had she been stood there in her kitchen, staring into space? She peered at the clock. Ten minutes wasted. She wiped her hands on a damp cloth and took a deep, nervous breath. She knew who would be at the door: the national newspaper journalist who’d once exposed the ‘Queen of Calm’.
Estelle took a deep breath then jogged to the door, opening it to see a young dark-haired man smiling at her. She smiled back, feeling a little relieved. He seemed nice enough.
‘Louis?’ she asked.
‘Come in!’ Estelle said, holding the door open wide.
‘Gorgeous place,’ he said, looking around him at the stark white hallway as he walked inside. It was actually Seb’s house, but she’d moved in the year before, renovating it from a run-down mews house near the South Bank to a contemporary home for them.
‘Yes, we adore it here,’ she said, leading him to the kitchen. ‘People always seem surprised; I think they expect me to live in a cottage in Wales or something!’
‘No, that’s what I love about you,’ Louis said. ‘Clean city living. It’s realistic. Not everyone is able to up sticks and move to the country.’
‘Nor indeed wants to,’ Estelle said, gesturing to a row of stools by an oak-topped kitchen island. ‘I love the city.’
‘Baking something?’ the journalist asked, looking around at the busy kitchen surfaces.
‘When am I not? I thought you’d like to take something away with you.’
He slung his bag onto the island’s surface, pulling his laptop out. ‘I’m in heaven. Looks like flapjack mix?’
Estelle nodded. ‘With a twist. But I’ll leave it up to you to guess what that twist is.’
Louis peered around the kitchen. ‘Hmmm, are those chia seeds?’ he asked, pointing to a mason jar of small seeds.
Estelle laughed. ‘I’ve hidden the evidence. Here, have a sniff.’
She handed the bowl of gooey mixture to him and he took in a deep inhalation. ‘Dates, banana, honey.’ Estelle smiled. He seemed to know his stuff. Louis frowned, then added, ‘Is that a spice in there?’
She snatched the bowl away, laughing. ‘You’ll have to wait. I have another batch on the go that will be ready in five minutes, so you can do a taste test then.’
He smiled to himself, flipping open his laptop. ‘Woman of mystery,’ he said, raising an eyebrow.
About the book
When Estelle hears about Poppy O’Farrell’s disappearance, she assumes the girl has simply run away. But Estelle’s world crumbles when she’s sent a photo of Poppy, along with a terrifying note: I’m watching you. I know everything about you.
Estelle has no idea who’s threatening her, or how she’s connected to the missing teen, but she thinks the answers lie in the coastal town she once called home, and the past she hoped was long behind her.
Estelle knows she must do everything to find Poppy. But how far will she go to hide the truth that her
perfect life was the perfect lie?
HER LAST BREATH is an addictive, page-turning read that fans of Liane Moriarty and Claire Douglas will love.