The Darkness Series by CS Duffy @CSDuffywriter #BlogTour #DarknessSeriesCS Duffy #PreQuel Day3

I am very pleased to participate in this unique blog tour event for the latest in CS Duffy’s “Darkness” series. A tour with a difference, this is a crime fiction treasure hunt with a short prequel to Claire’s Darkness series published across a number of blogs on a daily basis! Each chapter will have a link to the blog to allow you to follow the story and perhaps discover some new book bloggers along the way!

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This is day three of this tour

 

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Lorna yawned as the bus swung around the Torrance roundabout. The afternoon was gloomy. The Campsie Hills in the distance were silhouetted against the murky grey sky, and as the bus trundled on towards Bishopbriggs, a persistent drizzle streaked the windows, matching Lorna’s mood.

Her mum meant well, she knew that. It wasn’t her fault Lorna hadn’t told her anything about what had happened at the Lismore, but when she pointed out that Lorna had mentioned Ruari four times in an hour and wasn’t there any chance of a wee romance with him, Lorna had had to bite her lip to stop from either snarling or bursting into tears, she wasn’t sure which.

Luckily, Lorna’s sister Greer had phoned from London just then, which reminded their mum to stop worrying about Lorna’s love life and focus on the fact that she didn’t have a high flying career like Greer.

‘I’m doing a journalism course, I told you,’ Lorna muttered when Greer rang off.

‘I know pet, but they’re saying there’s no jobs in journalism any more, because folk all read papers online these days.’

‘Someone still has to write the stuff they read online.’

‘I just worry about you. You’re such a clever girl. We always had such high hopes for you.’

Hopes I’ve consistently dashed, Lorna thought sourly as the bus swung into a stop. A gust of wind splattered rain against the window and Lorna shivered. Someone had left a Bishopbriggs Herald on the seat next to her, and she idly leafed through it, determined not to pick up her phone. Ruari was rubbish with social media, but the day before, Lorna had totally accidentally — well accidentallyish — stumbled across his ex-girlfriend’s Instagram, and now her fingers itched with a weird masochism to scroll — again — through years’ worth of couply photos in which he looked all cosy and happy. The ex was all wee and blonde and girly: the total opposite of Lorna with her normal, un-cute face and brunette bob. She might have known she wasn’t his type.

The centre spread if the paper was filled with a story on the twenty-fifth anniversary of a local unsolved murder. A young nurse working at Stobhill Hospital had been found, her skull almost caved in by a heavy rock, in Robroyston Park. Police had speculated that it was a mugging gone wrong, though she still had her handbag on her and ten pounds in cash in her wallet.

Lorna skimmed the story critically, thinking that her journalism tutor would consider it well-written. It tugged at the heartstrings — the nurse was a single mother, her wee boy had sat outside the scouts for hours waiting for her to pick him up — and hinted at intrigue, pointing out that though the rock was found carelessly tossed nearby, it had been wiped clean of fingerprints.

There was a sidebar giving a short bio of the young woman, Elaine Macpherson. As a teenager she had been a promising dancer, even accepted into the prestigious Royal Ballet School in London. A sadness draped over Lorna then, imagining the young Elaine, sitting on the train to London clutching her precious satin slippers, fizzing with hopes and dreams. Instead of being strewn with long-stemmed roses on the Covent Garden stage, she had wound up sprawled on a dirt path, half frozen by the time she was found by a dog walker, and no one knew why.

Lorna looked up with a start as the bus driver flicked the lights on and off, and realised that the bus had been sitting at Buchanan Bus Station for several minutes while she read. She darted down the stairs with a shout of apology and dashed through the rain towards the subway, the newspaper stuffed in her bag.

THE DARKNESS BUY LINKS:

UK Store:

Dark of Night: Episode One:  http://amzn.eu/d/62DeGhx

Dark of Night: Episode Two: http://amzn.eu/d/9ftE9Wp

Dark of Night: Episode Three: http://amzn.eu/d/5AFct03

 

Just Before Dawn: Episode One: http://amzn.eu/d/5jJwPju

Just Before Dawn: Episode Two (presale):

 

US Store:

Dark of Night: Episode One: http://a.co/d/3eh05dK

Dark of Night: Episode Two: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Night-Episode-CS-Duffy/dp/197351995X/

Dark of Night: Episode Three

https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Night-Episode-CS-Duffy/dp/1982959916/

 

Just Before Dawn: Episode One: https://www.amazon.com/Just-Before-Dawn-Episode-Darkness/dp/1720146950

Just Before Dawn: Episode Two (presale):

HERE IS A LITTLE ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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C.S. Duffy writes psychological suspense thrillers with a healthy dose of black humour. Her background is in film and TV. She has several projects in development in Sweden and the UK and her other writing has appeared in Elle Canada and The Guardian. She is the author of Life is Swede, a thriller that was originally written as a blog – leading several readers to contact Swedish news agencies asking them why they hadn’t reported the murder that features in the blog. She is the author of Dark of Night and Just Before Dawn, a thriller series set in Glasgow which was selected for a Spotlight slot at this year’s Bloody Scotland.

AUTHOR LINKS:

http://csduffy.com/

https://twitter.com/csduffywriter

https://www.instagram.com/csduffywriter/

https://www.instagram.com/writer.on.the.go/

Remember to join the Blog Tour tomorrow

@ lovebooksgroup.com

 

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