#BlogTour #RandomThingsTours @RandomTTours / #Excerpt : Dead To Me #DeadToMe – Pamela Murray @pamelamurraywr1 @darkedgepress

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Today I’m on the ‘Dead To Me’ 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 :

Pamela Murray Author PicPamela Murray is from the North East of England and has spent most of her life living in Boldon, a semi-rural village mid-way between Newcastle, Sunderland, and the coastal town of South Shields.
She began writing in her teens, when she and a school friend used to write short stories for one another. The writing continued on and off over the years, but was only reignited within the last decade when the same school friend introduced her to her local writers group.
She had intended to enter journalism after leaving school but found herself going to work in a public library instead, so there’s always been more than a passing interest in books, writing, and literature.

Synopsis :

Dead To Me CoverWhen four friends meet up for a girls’ night out, only three of them make it home alive.
Maria Turnbull’s friends think her death was the result of a heart condition, but the pathologist thinks otherwise.
When other people close to the astrologer they visited that night are murdered, detectives Burton and Fielding begin to suspect her. But is it misdirection on the part of the killer and, if so, why is she being implicated?

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Excerpt :


Caroline Watkins liked to be in control. She liked to be in charge at work, and she liked to be in charge of her friends. It was hardly surprising that she had taken it upon herself to book a night out with her girlfriends without telling them what it would entail. Bearing in mind that they hadn’t met up since Maria’s wedding last year, it might have gone down a whole lot better if she’d thought to include them in the decision.
This was typical of the kind of person she had become. She’d always been a bit domineering, but after successfully climbing her way up the career ladder, she had immersed herself in her work. In doing so, she had become even more self-indulgent. But somewhere down the line she seemed to have forgotten the true nature of friendship.
Perhaps if her friends had had the courage to stand up to her and her supercilious whims, the events of the night might have played out differently. Perhaps then, one of them would still be alive.


‘I’m not really sure about this,’ Maria Turnbull began nervously chewing at the skin around her thumb nail after hearing of the evening’s plans.
‘What have you got to be unsure of?’ Caroline Watkins laughed, looking towards the other two women in the room. She jerked her head in Maria’s direction, hoping that they’d get the hint and say something to back her up.
Selena Douglas was the first to pick up on it and oblige. ‘It’s only for a laugh and a bit of fun, Maria; it’s not like we’re going to take it seriously or anything. Isn’t that right, Barbara?’ she said, turning to the fourth person present.
‘Yes…it is,’ Barbara McKay said through gritted teeth, giving Selena a stern look that could have turned her to stone on the spot. She hadn’t wanted to be dragged into this, or push Maria into something that she didn’t want to do, but found herself now having to go along with it for the others’ sakes. ‘It’s only make-believe anyway. I hear there’s a knack to reading those things, like the way a magician or a mind reader performs their act. How can it be anything other than a party trick, as we all know there’s no such thing as being able to predict the future?’
‘But you know I don’t like anything weird like that,’ Maria insisted, biting down harder on her skin with just enough pressure to draw a spot of blood.
‘Listen to what Barbara and Selina have just said,’ Caroline’s voice hardened. She wasn’t going to let anyone ruin her plans for the evening, especially when she’d paid out an inordinate amount of money for it. She didn’t believe in this stuff either, but she’d heard interesting things about this woman and had been wanting to go and see her for a long time. There was no way anybody was going to prevent her from doing so this evening, and that included her best friend. ‘It’s not real, just a bit of harmless fun that’s all, and it’ll be a good laugh. Come on Maria, stop being such a spoilsport. Don’t ruin it for the rest of us!’
Maria stopped the chewing and looked at her three friends whose eyes were now all on her, each of them eagerly waiting for a response. She couldn’t let them down, she knew that; so, she finally agreed to go with them.
‘But if I get spooked, I’m straight out of there,’ she added warily.
‘Good girl, that’s more like it!’ Caroline walked over and put an arm around her shoulder. ‘You’ll be laughing about this by the end of the night, just you mark my words.’

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