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Today I’m on the ‘The Catcher’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Kerry Birds lives in Derbyshire with her husband and two boys. She is an Environmental Chemist who started reading fiction in her thirties and took up writing soon after. She now writes prolifically, partly to quieten her anxious mind.
In 2018 she self-published her first novel, Share My Sky, which was brilliantly received. Rainbows in a Storm and its sequel soon followed. She’s had her nose to the grindstone ever since.
In her spare time, Kerry loves to be with her family, preferably walking on mountains or moorlands, where she finds the perfect places to eat cake and drink tea. She likes seeing friends, going to writing group, stalking bumblebees and drinking wine.
The perfect marriage?
Or the perfect lie?
Alistair tells white lies. It’s easier that way.
Elena loves Alistair. But he’s married to Celia.
Celia likes playing games. And one day soon someone is going to get hurt.
The only question is – who?
What with the salt and John Travolta’s face during the dance-off, I was nearly back in a happy place; and then I felt the crawling inside my lips.
My thoughts spun like the wheels on a runaway bike. Faster and faster, I knew where I was heading though I couldn’t stop. I got to my feet and rushed back into the kitchen, frantically scanning the room for my bag. I yanked open the zip and then the small compartment where I kept the medication to halt the anaphylaxis. But it was empty: the two auto-dispensers were gone. Amidst increasing panic, I rifled the contents of my bag before emptying it out on the tabletop. The balled-up tissues, old receipts, and my purse landed on the floor. Gasping, I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up and then went black again, the battery still dead.
I raced to the bathroom where I clawed the contents of the cabinet into the sink below. Though those two EpiPens were not there either. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t swallow; the world was trapped behind a teary, blurred screen. I fell to my knees. If I made it to the front garden I would be shielded by the wall and, even if I was found, a passer-by would be unlikely to be carrying epinephrine and an ambulance wouldn’t reach me on time. I couldn’t stand and I knew if I exerted myself the heart attack due to my plummeting blood pressure would kill me before the asphyxiation. There were no two ways about it, I was going to die. I was going to die because I did not have an EpiPen.
They were gone.
Somebody had taken my medication.
And I knew it was her.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds