*** BLOG TOUR and GIVEAWAY*** Behind Closed Doors by Elizabeth Haynes

I’m delighted to be the second stop on the mini blog tour (with a giveaway!) for the atmospheric Behind Closed Doors by the very talented Elizabeth Haynes.  

  Ten years ago, fourteen-year-old Scarlett Rainsford vanished without a trace during a family holiday to Greece. Not being able to find Scarlett was one of the biggest regrets of DCI Louisa Smith’s career and when Scarlett is discovered back in her home town after all this time, Lou is determined to find out what happened to her and why she remained hidden for so long. Was she abducted or did she run away?  

As Lou and her team delve deeper into Scarlett’s past, their investigation throws up more questions than it answers. But as they edge closer to the truth about what really went on behind closed doors, it is more sinister and disturbing than they had ever imagined.

Published yesterday in paperback by Little Brown Book Group UK, Behind Closed Doors is a real Can’t.Put.It.Down book.  Don’t just take my word for it – you can see for yourself as the first chapter is right here….

 

 

 

 

Extract

SCARLETT – Rhodes, Saturday 23 August 2003, 04:44

To begin with, nothing was certain except her own terror.

Darkness, and stifling heat, so hot that breathing felt like effort, sweat pouring off her so her skin itself became liquid and she thought she would simply melt into a hot puddle of nothing. She tried crying out, screaming, but she could barely hear her own voice above the roar of the engine, the sound of the wheels moving at speed on tarmac. All that did was give her a sore throat. Nobody could hear her.

She tried listening instead, eyes wide with nothing to see. She could hear voices sporadically from somewhere else in the vehicle – two different men – but she didn’t recognise them, nor could she understand what they were saying. She assumed they were speaking in Greek, but the harsh rasp of the words sounded different from the voices she’d heard over the past week at the resort. Lots of ‘th’ sounds, rolled ‘r’s, words ending in ‘a’ and ‘eh’.

Fear came in cycles. The first endless panicky minutes had been very bad: trawling through vague memories of the past few days, trying to identify the mistake she’d made, because this had to be her fault – this can’t be real, I’m dreaming – then the shock realisation that this wasn’t a nightmare, it was really happening. The worst moment of all.

It had been so quick.

She had arrived a bit early at the place where they’d agreed to meet, and she’d been preparing to wait – he’d said he finished work at two – and a van had pulled up beside her. She hadn’t been worried. There were still people around, drunk tourists staggering back up the road towards their hotels. The side door of the van had slid open, and a man got out. He was talking to her, friendly, a smile that showed his teeth. His accent was so strong she couldn’t really tell what he was saying.

‘No, no,’ she’d said. ‘English. I don’t understand.’

But he’d kept yammering on, standing too close to her. She had begun to feel unnerved by it, and something had made her glance to the right, to the gate which led to the Aktira Studios, and in that split second when she’d seen someone she recognised, made eye contact, she had felt something like relief – and then the man had pushed her, a hard shove that sent her sprawling into the back of the van. He’d climbed in after her, slammed the door shut and the van started moving. The man had held her down, put his hand over her mouth, pressing her head into the metal floor so hard that she’d thought her skull was going to burst.

Seconds. The whole thing had taken seconds.

Now, hours since those terrifying first moments, she had reached a plateau brought on by the monotony of driving, the panic overridden by the pain in her arms and legs and the discomfort of being tied hand and foot and having to lie still on the floor of the van. They’d stopped once, very early on, before she’d had time to get over the shock or formulate any plan of escape; by that time the man in the back with her had already tied her up. He got out, leaving her alone, and the van door shut – and they were moving again.

The noise of the engine was unbearably loud; the van would bump and jolt as it went over potholes. Her head ached as a result, sometimes so badly it made her cry. The fear made her cry. Crying made her headache worse, and then it all became pointless, so she would stop for a while and try to sleep in snatches, because sleeping, at least, gave her a brief respite.

And she would dream of him, remember, and wake with tears on her cheeks, thinking, This wasn’t supposed to happen. Then the shock and the fear would kick in, and the whole cycle would begin again.

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Giveaway / Competition

After reading that first chapter, I expect you’re desperate to keep reading. Thanks to the generosity of Little Brown Book Group, I am giving away one copy of the book.  Feel free to share your biggest childhood regret in the comments below (or on my Wordpress post on Facebook).  The winner will be chosen at random and the book will be send by the publisher ((UK and Ireland readers only, please)

 

MetLineReader Opinion:

Running parallel stories – that of Scarlett who disappeared on a family holiday ten years ago, and that of Lou, the detective who was unable to solve the mystery – this book draws you in and doesn’t let you go.  Lou’s story helps to deepen the atmospheric feel, creating an unsettling undercurrent together with Scarlett’s narration of her disappearance.

Elizabeth Haynes builds on the story of Louisa that she started in Under A Silent Moon.  You don’t need to have read the first story of Louisa to understand her motivations (or the story), but it does add a little extra colour to Louisa if you have read the previous novel.

I absolutely loved this book.  Perhaps I was expecting a lot as I also loved her spellbinding debut Into The Darkest Corner, but I wasn’t disappointed.

It’s a corker – a keep-you-up-at-night, just-one-more-chapter kind of book.

MetLineReader Rating: 5* (Metropolitan !!!)

 

About the Author

  Elizabeth Haynes worked for many years as a police analyst. Her first novel, Into the Darkest Corner, won Amazon’s Book of the Year in 2011 and Amazon’s Rising Star Award for debut novels.

Elizabeth grew up in Sussex and studied English, German and Art History at Leicester University. She is currently taking a career break having worked for the past seven years as a police intelligence analyst. Elizabeth now lives in Norfolk with her husband and son. She is a regular participant in, and a Municipal Liaison for, National Novel Writing Month – an annual challenge to write 50,000 words in the month of November.

 

Blog Tour 

The other lovely bloggers on the tour are:

http://lizlovesbooks.com/lizlovesbooks/

https://thebookreviewcafe.wordpress.com/

http://bytheletterbookreviews.com/

https://fabricatingfiction.wordpress.com/

Happy reading…

 

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