Thank you for joining me on the blog tour for Trust Me by Gemma Metcalfe. Today I have an extract to share and also a fab giveaway to enter!
About the book
One phone call. Two lives. Their darkest
secrets.
Lana needs to sell a
holiday, fast. Stuck in Tenerife, in a dead end job, she never expected a
response quite like Liam’s.
Thousands of miles away
a phone rings. Liam never intended to pick up, he’s too busy choosing the
quickest way to die. But at least someone should know the truth before he goes,
even if that someone is a stranger.
As time runs out both
are drawn to the other, expressing thoughts they never thought they would
share.
When you’re about to die will your secrets even matter?
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Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
PRESENT DAY
Lana, Tenerife, 9.30 am
‘What is the first rule of sales?’ asks my
manager, Damien, a pathetic, bald-headed, little Scouser who has a surprisingly
large forehead and an even larger ego.
‘Well?’ he demands when nobody speaks, a manic
grin plastered on his face thanks to the bag of cocaine he’s no doubt just
shoved up his hooter. He cracks his knuckles twice, looks around the room for
an answer. We stare ahead uninterested, dodging eye contact.
Through the window of the office, a
characterless, white, walled box packed to the brim with computers and sweaty
bodies, I catch a glimpse of paradise. Tenerife looks especially beautiful this
morning; pale-gold sand meets crystal-blue sea, blending effortlessly into a
cloudless sky. Lazy morning sun beats down on half-naked bodies like warm
honey; couples arm in arm, forgetting for at least one week about the damp,
cold weather and depressing recession which are destined to greet them off the
plane home. I swivel around in my chair ninety degrees and can just about make
out the harbour in the distance; rich people’s yachts bobbing up and down with
the fresh morning breeze, excited babies being rocked on their mothers’ knees, their
chubby faces covered in bubble-gum ice cream. Damien says I have the best desk
in the office, next to this window. He calls it ‘the window of opportunity’. He
likes his play on words does Damien – that’s one of the many reasons why I
think he’s a prat!
‘Lana,’ he often barks, while looming over my
desk with his Armani tie swinging in my face and his beer breath wafting up my
nostrils. ‘If looking through that window doesn’t inspire you to sell holidays,
you might as well go and look in the job centre window instead.’ Then he laughs
hysterically before giving way to a smoke-induced coughing fit, like the wit he
possesses needs to splutter out before he spontaneously combusts.
So anyway, the first rule of sales is to not
believe a word the client on the other end of the telephone says. Obviously I
know this but I wouldn’t give Damien the satisfaction by answering. He is
right, though; they all lie to you from the second you say hello. One lady, a
Mrs Chilton, aged seventy-two, from Brighton, once told me she couldn’t
possibly take up my offer of a beautiful, luxurious holiday because her parrot
had separation anxiety. Apparently he had taken to pulling out his own feathers
and hanging upside down while singing Lionel Richie songs whenever she left the
house. Perhaps this one was true – either that or Mrs Chilton is an absolute
legend!
About Gemma Metcalfe:
Gemma Metcalfe is a Manchester born author who now
lives in sunny Tenerife with her husband Danny and two crazy rescue dogs Dora
and Diego. By day, Gemma can be found working as a Primary school teacher, but
as the sun sets, she ditches the glitter and glue and becomes a writer of
psychological thrillers. An established drama queen, she admits to having a
rather warped imagination, and loves writing original plots with shocking
twists. The plot for her debut novel ´Trust Me,´ is loosely based on her
experiences as a call centre operative, where she was never quite sure
who would answer the phone…
Twitter:
@gemmakmetcalfe
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Giveaway
The giveaway is UK ONLY.
It's to win a Boots voucher, a copy of Trust Me and
some surprise Boots goodies!
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