Tuesday, 20 March 2018

Our Little Secret blog tour


A sparkling story about what happens when you let someone into your life… but they turn out to want more than you’d bargained for!

Sarah Dee has the perfect life. A high-flying job in a law firm, a beautiful daughter and a house to die for. So how does she find herself looking in through the kitchen window while another woman enjoys it all?

When Sarah takes pity on a struggling young graduate who can’t get a job, she thinks she’s doing the right thing. She’s being kind, generous and helpful to others, as she always is. But as Sarah allows the younger woman into her home, her law firm and even her family, is there more to this pretty youngster than meets the eye? And could this be a good deed that goes further than expected?



Something weird had happened and Darcy didn’t know whether she should tell her mum or not. And what really annoyed her was that up till then, things had actually been going reasonably well for her.

Lately she’d taken to spending a lot of her free time hanging out with Lauren and her mum, just doing normal, girlie stuff together. Shopping for clothes maybe, or the odd movie. Which might have sounded totally lame on paper, but usually ended up being the best fun imaginable.

But then, that was the strange thing about Lauren. She almost felt as much Darcy’s friend as she was her mum’s. Whenever the three of them were together, the age gap between them didn’t seem to exist. Her mum would lighten up on nagging her when Lauren was around and as for Darcy, it was beginning to feel like she had a cool older sister to hang out with. Someone who’d seen first hand the worst side of her, and yet who still wanted to be her friend in spite of it.

She could trust Lauren too, Darcy just knew it. Ever since the night a few weeks ago at that disastrous

Tony Scott’s house, when she’d got trashed and ended up making such a mortifying show of herself, Lauren was the one who was there for her. Lauren and another gem of a pal who Darcy had grown a lot closer to in recent weeks: Sophie.

For all that she had a reputation for being Mrs Swotty Pants, Sophie really had shown herself to be a true pal in a way that Abi most definitely wasn’t. In fact, after that horrible night at the party, not only had Abi more or less dumped Darcy, but she spent the next week in school taunting her over the state she’d got herself into. As if she herself had had absolutely no hand in it whatsoever.

‘Here she comes, make way for the Virgin Queen,’ Abi said quite loudly and pointedly in the Fifth Year Rec Room, as Darcy came in for lunch the Monday morning after that awful night.

It had taken guts on her part to even get out of bed that day, get dressed and somehow show her face back at school in the first place. And a small part of Darcy still held out hope that maybe Abi would go easy on her. Might even apologise for pouring what tasted like weed killer down her throat for the entire night. God knows, she might even have had the cop on to step up to the plate and recognise that she herself played a pivotal part in what had happened.

The auguries hadn’t been good though. Abi had ignored all of her phone calls the day after the party and hadn’t as much as texted to see how Darcy was feeling, where she was or how she’d got home.

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