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Today I’m on the ‘Date With Betrayal’ blogtour, organized by Random Things Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Julia Chapman is the pseudonym of Julia Stagg, who has had five novels, the Fogas Chronicles set in the French Pyrenees, published by Hodder. She is also
the author of the Dales Detective series which follows the adventures of Samson O’Brien and Delilah Metcalfe as they solve cases in the Yorkshire Dales.
Born with a wanderlust that keeps her moving, Julia has followed her restless feet to Japan, Australia, the USA and France. She spent the majority of that time as a teacher of English as a Foreign Language but also dabbled in bookselling, pawnbroking, waitressing and was once ‘checkout chick of the month’ at a supermarket in South Australia. She also ran an auberge in the French Pyrenees for six years with her husband.
Having spent many years wandering, she is now glad to call the Yorkshire Dales home. Its distinctive landscape and way of life provide the setting for her latest set of novels, the Dales Detective series.
In the seventh novel in Julia Chapman’s Dales Detective series, Date with Betrayal, betrayal is rife in the idyllic Yorkshire Dales as Samson O’Brien, owner of the Dales Detective Agency, is targeted by a hitman. Can Bruncliffe save him? A brilliantly engaging and witty mystery, perfect for fans of Richard Osman’s The Thursday Murder Club and M. C. Beaton’s Agatha Raisin series.
Death is coming to Bruncliffe: its target is Samson O’Brien.
Oblivious to his impending date with fate, Samson is busy juggling a number of cases at the Dales Detective Agency. Too busy, in fact, to notice his partner behaving oddly.
Because Delilah Metcalfe knows what is coming. A hitman. Sent from London with one objective: to finally silence the troublesome O’Brien before his corruption case can make it to court.
With Samson’s life in peril, and betrayal around every corner, Delilah has no choice but to call in favours from all of her Bruncliffe connections in order to counteract the menace threatening to engulf the Dales town.
The only trouble is the townsfolk have long memories and deep grievances when it comes to Samson O’Brien. Trust must be earned and they will take some convincing before they put themselves in danger in order to save him.
And even then, it might not prove enough …
Full of charm, wit and characters that will capture your heart, the series begins with Date With Death. Have you read them all?
Two Days Before …
They ambushed her in the ginnel on her way back to the office. With the evening throwing the narrow alleyway into gloom and the large mass of the limestone outcrop overhead adding to the shadows, she didn’t see it coming. One minute she was walking towards someone she knew. The next, two strong arms were grabbing her from behind, the Chinese meal and bottle of wine she’d been carrying knocked to the ground, glass smashing. She tried to scream, but a large hand was covering her mouth. So she kicked instead, backwards, the satisfaction of feeling her heels connect with solid shins, a rough grunt of pain her reward.
Those same strong arms lifted her off her feet and bundled her to the end of the ginnel, towards a waiting car. She had a glimpse of sleek black lines, a BMW, and then she was sprawled on the back seat, face pushed into leather, aware of the roar of the engine as the vehicle sped away. Aware of the panicked thumping of her heart.
She’d been warned that there was trouble coming. Warned not to trust anyone. But she’d mocked those attempts to protect her. And now she’d been abducted.
Alongside the fear, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame. She’d been an idiot for not listening.
Forcing her terrified mind onto more practical matters, she noted the car had started climbing, the incline steep enough to roll her body against the back of the seat, her head kept face down by a heavy hand. She lay there, twisted uncomfortably, counting off the seconds, doing her best to track time. Approximately three minutes later they turned right, onto more level terrain, a track of some sort, the BMW jolting along it for twenty seconds before stop- ping. A blindfold was pulled over her eyes and she was hauled out into the evening air.
But only an offcumden born beyond the stone walls of the Dales could think a piece of cloth was enough to befuddle this local. With a strong wind on her cheeks, bringing with it the spring scent of grass and sheep, she was calculating the route they’d taken, the geography of her home town unique enough to give her a fair idea of where she was—
A loud screech and frantic flapping of wings at close quarters made her captor jump, his grip on her arm tightening.
‘Bloody countryside,’ he muttered against the clatter of birds taking to the air.
Pheasants. A large number of them judging by the noise, startled into clumsy flight and further confirming her hunch. She was somewhere on the high fells to the east of town. Not far from the large estate where the birds were bred for sport. And close to Ellershaw Farm.
Her parents, her oldest brother and his family – they’d be sitting down for their tea in the farmhouse kitchen. If she screamed, would they hear?
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