Release date - 26th June 2017
Book length - 339 pages
Publisher - www.cranachanpublishing.co.uk
Book Depository - www.bookdepository.com
Amazon UK - www.amazon.co.uk
Amazon US - www.amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK
Welcome to Withering, a small town with a big problem in modern, matriarchal Britain. Here the women wear the trousers, while the men hold the handbags. Literally.
There’s a serial strangler on the loose and the bodies of teenage boys are piling up on maverick D.C.I. Jane Wayne’s patch.
Wayne needs to catch ‘The Withering Wringer’, but it’s not going to be easy. Demoted for her inappropriate behaviour, she must take orders from a man—and not just any man—an ugly one.
Still, at least she can rely on her drug stash from a recent police raid to keep her sane…
Shocking. Funny. Clever. A gender-bending, Agatha-Christie-meets-Chris-Brookmyre, mash-up. Simply genius.
Scully’s debut novel takes classic crime and turns it on its head with a deliciously absurd comic twist.
Irish-born; lives in Edinburgh. Unapologetically apathetic. Likes long walks on the beach. Current affairs.
Fascinated by gender inequality. Crime shows. Netflix. Crime shows on Netflix. Reading. Writing.
Triona’s debut novel, Nailing Jess, takes classic crime and turns it on its head with a deliciously absurd comic twist. For more information:
Twitter - @TScullyWriter
Website - trionascully.com
I AM SUPER EXCITED TO HAVE AN EXTRACT FROM THIS COMPELLING NOVEL FOR YOU ALL TO ENJOY. HAPPY READING!!
This extract is taken from Chapter One. It is the first time lead detectives Jane Wayne and Ben Campbell meet.
‘Is there anything you can tell me?’ Ben asked.
‘About this murder? No, doll, I just got here.’
‘Yes, of course,’ Ben nodded, embarrassed. He stepped away from the body and allowed the doctor to examine it. He glanced around the room, trying to decipher clues from the chaos. The place had been completely ransacked. Two empty bookcases had been toppled over, one knocking a mirror off the wall and smashing it into the living room table, resulting in the cream carpet being covered in shards of glass. A book had been ripped up and its pages were spread all around the body, creating a circle. Despite the upheaval, Ben could sense an order to the scene. He paced the floor several times, taking in every detail. As he grabbed a pen and paper from his rucksack, he was conscious of Baker staring at him. “What’s the matter, Doc? You never seen a bloke with a beard before?” he wanted to ask, but didn’t. Instead, he scrawled some words and hastily sketched pictures in his pad. He bent down to retrieve one of the pages on the floor. A hand slapped it out of his.
‘Not without gloves, you don’t! You’ll contaminate a crime scene. Or didn’t they teach you that on the How to be a Detective’ weekend course they sent you on?’
Ben looked up to see a dishevelled, older woman in a long beige trench coat and a pair of tanned, worn-out cowgirl boots. Her short dark hair was thick and wavy and crowned a lined, but still handsome, face. Her breath smelled of cheap mints and her hair stank like an ashtray.
‘I’m sorry, who are you?’ Ben asked.
‘D.C.I. Wayne, Wayne replied, her tone implying Ben should already know who she was.
Ben was taken aback. She didn’t look like a D.C.I., more like a D.U.I. He knew he should ask for I.D., but he didn’t want to create animosity with a senior officer.
‘Fast tracked, I suppose. Have you ever even seen a corpse before, pet?’ Wayne asked.
‘I worked the beat in central London for six months; I’ve seen several corpses.’
‘Six whole months!’
‘I was told I was in charge of this investigation.’ Ben’s voice veered towards a whine.
‘And so you are, so don’t go getting your lacies in a twist. I’m only here to observe, act like I’m not here.’ Wayne replied.
Ben had a sense that this would be impossible. He scrawled some notes in his pad then approached Baker, who was still kneeling over the dead boy, her face deep in concentration.
‘Can you tell me anything about the body? Has it been moved?’ he asked.
‘I can tell you he had a cute little tushie,’ Baker laughed.
‘Estimated time of death?’
‘I’ll know when I get him back to the lab.’
‘Can’t you hazard a guess?’
‘She could, but she’s a scientist, she’d prefer not to,’ Wayne interrupted. ‘Look, love, I appreciate that your entire knowledge of forensics was gained by watching a C.S.I. Miami box set, but here in the real world, it’s a tedious labour-intensive business. Why don’t you go touch up your make-up, or dare I say it – apply some – and Baker here will have a report by say, one-thirty?’ Wayne glanced at Baker for confirmation.
Ben stared at the two women and counted back from ten silently. By the time he got to three, he could speak. ‘I’ll see you after lunch then.’
*I WANT TO THANK TRIONA SCULLY AND CRANACHAN PUBLISHING FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE PART IN THIS BLOG TOUR.
Hi fellow bookworms. My name is Linda and I'm a reviewer & blogger from Ireland. Oh and also a wife and mother!
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