Release date - 11th May 2017 Book length - 288 pages Publisher - www.caffeinenights.com Book Depository - www.bookdepository.com Amazon UK - www.amazon.co.uk Amazon US - www.amazon.com BLURB DI Duncan Waddell has big problems. He’s borderline diabetic, his boss thinks he’s in the Army and the paperwork is piling up faster than the underwear at a porn shoot. The last thing he needs is the country’s biggest case to land on his lap. Three women have gone missing in the city he’s fast coming to despise, victims of the GLASGOW GRABBER as their assailant has been dubbed by local hack and all round pain in the backside, Catriona Hastie. Shelley Craig’s the Grabber’s latest victim, snatched as she and her boyfriend took a shortcut through Glasgow city centre. And she’ll do anything to make it home. Handling this baffling case is stressful enough without Waddell’s pal DC Stevie Campbell, who’s in a coma after being attacked by a suspect, starting to talk to him. Trouble is, only Waddell can hear him. Vile City is Book One in the Series Author Bio: Jennifer Lee Thomson is an award-winning crime writer who has been scribbling away all her life. She also writes non-fiction as Jennifer Thomson and fiction as Jenny Thomson. This is her first book as Jennifer Lee Thomson in tribute to her late father who passed away after a long battle with cancer. Jennifer is an animal rights and human rights advocate and has a rescue dog. As Jenny Thomson, she kills people for a living in the Crime File series of books for Limitless Publishing. Book 1, 2 and 3, are out now. They are in order, Hell to Pay, Throwaways and Don’t Come For Me and feature tough rape survivor Nancy Kerr and her ex-Special Forces boyfriend who fight crime together. In her spare time, she plans how to survive the zombie apocalypse. For more information: Blog www.ramblingsofafrustratedcrimewriter.blogspot.co.uk Website www.jenniferthomson.co.uk Twitter https://twitter.com/jenthom72 Facebook www.facebook.com/VileCitybyJenniferLeeThomson/ TODAY I AM DELIGHTED TO HAVE AN EXCERPT OF VILE CITY FOR YOU ALL TO READ. ✢ ✢ ✢ Excerpt from Vile City✢ ✢ ✢
Seven months earlier Glass glinting in the sun, coming towards him. At first, it holds him in a trance. Then he reacts, aims a kick at the guy’s balls but misses. ‘Shit!’ Suspect’s on him now. Jab, jab, jab. Every cut burns. Broken bottle neck, ripping into flesh. And, he thinks, this is how I die. Bleeding like a pig, in a filthy alleyway, blood mingling with dirt, fag butts and takeaway cartons. I used to want to be an astronaut. ‘OFFICER DOWN, OFFICER DOWN,’ someone barks into a radio. Static. Voice a long way off. It doesn’t matter any more. Footsteps. Panting. Another voice. ‘Fuck, fuck. What have you done? On the ground. NOW! Or, you’re fucked.’ A face above him. Almost familiar. ‘You’re gonna be okay, mate. I’ll get help. An ambulance. Try not to move.’ If he’s going to be okay, why does it feel like dozens of blazing knives have been driven into his body? Eyelids heavy. So tired. Close them... just for a minute… Chapter 1 Stuart was hiding something. Shelley could tell. She was always the one who’d had to wake him because he could always block out the shrill of the alarm clock, but these days he was up before her, grabbing the mail whilst she slept. And, he’d started making breakfast – nothing much, just tea and toast, but that was more than he’d ever made her in their two and a bit years together. When she’d calmly ask him if anything was wrong, he’d shrug his shoulders, give her a wee smile and say everything was fine. But, she knew he was lying because his face went even paler, making his freckles stand out as if they’d been drawn in by a kid with a coloured pencil. She never pushed it, maybe because deep down she was worried that he’d tell her he’d met someone else. The No.76 bus was empty when they clambered on board – one of the benefits of working until eleven at night in a call centre, was that there was no need to scoot past a sea of legs and become a contortionist to get on and off a bus. Their cold breath filled the air with ghosts as they walked towards Waterstones, Shelley pausing to take a peek at the new crime fiction releases showcased in the illuminated windows, whilst Stuart fidgeted with his watch. He was always footering about with something since he’d given up cigarettes and it drove her mad, but at least it didn’t fill his lungs with tar and make the house smell like an overflowing ashtray. “I need to have a pee,” he announced, as they came to the dimly lit lane off Mitchell Street that reeked of eau de Glasgow: decomposing takeaway, urine and other bodily fluids. She groaned. “Can’t you wait until we get home, Stuart?” She knew she’d pronounced his name ‘Stew-art’ as she always did when she was annoyed with him, but she couldn’t help it. What made men think it was okay to urinate in public? Stuart looked pained. “Sorry, I can’t. Too much coffee tonight.” She let him walk on ahead of her and whilst he scooted down the alley, she stood outside the amusement arcade, pretending to look in so she wouldn’t be mistaken for a prostitute. Around here, at this time of night, unaccompanied women were likely to be mistaken for prostitutes. It’d happened to her once when she’d got off the bus alone. Stuart hadn’t been working that night. Five minutes later, she was so cold she couldn’t feel her nose and Stuart still wasn’t back. She turned the corner to look for him, fully expecting to see him ambling back towards her with that jaunty walk that always made her smile. But, he wasn’t there. Where was he? Anger welled up in her chest. Had he started smoking again? He swore he wouldn’t. There was one way to find out. She headed down the alley. The sole light was provided from some nearby buildings, so visibility was poor. She’d walked a few steps when she spotted a bundle of rags on the ground. Was someone sleeping there? She moved closer. Squinting into the dim light, she realised it was Stuart. He was lying motionless on the ground. He must have tripped and knocked himself out as he hit the concrete. She ran over to him, calling out his name, the squeezing in her chest waning slightly when she knelt down and heard him groan. She pulled her mobile phone from her bag to call for an ambulance. She didn’t make it to the third digit. A gloved hand clamped across her mouth and nose, cutting off her airways and the phone fell from her grasp, clattering onto the cobbles. Terror gripped her and she couldn’t breathe. As she struggled, her assailant pressed his mouth to her ear. He was so close that it occurred to her that if anyone saw them they would think he was her boyfriend whispering sweet nothings in her ear. “Your man’s been given a strong sedative. He’ll wake up with a sore head and nothing more. But, if you scream, I’ll kick him several times in the head and he’ll never get up again. Do you understand?” She didn’t recognise the voice, but there was an accent. Not from around here. His voice was cold and emotionless. She nodded under his hand. Then she did something he didn’t expect: she back-heeled him in the groin. There was a satisfying yelp as he released her. She ran, arms pumping away like Usain Bolt’s, down towards the café at the end of the alley and safety. She’d almost made it when he grabbed her arm and hauled her back. An electric shock shot from her elbow to her shoulder as she tried to pull herself free. He was too strong. She could offer little resistance as he dragged her towards him. Before she could scream, he punched her fully in the face and she went down with a thud, jarring every bone in her body, momentarily stunning her. As she fought to get up, he punched her in the back and she fell again. The last thing she saw was the pavement rushing towards her before she blacked out... ***TO BE CONTINUED*** *Thanks to Jennifer Lee Thomson for this excerpt.
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