{"id":13501,"date":"2017-02-20T00:01:54","date_gmt":"2017-02-20T05:01:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.melanierobertson-king.com\/wp02\/?p=13501"},"modified":"2017-02-17T06:33:14","modified_gmt":"2017-02-17T11:33:14","slug":"after-shes-gone-by-sheryl-browne-thriller-giveaway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melanierobertson-king.com\/wp02\/?p=13501","title":{"rendered":"AFTER SHE’S GONE by Sheryl Browne #thriller #giveaway"},"content":{"rendered":"

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After She’s Gone<\/span><\/h1>\n

by<\/span><\/h2>\n

Sheryl Browne<\/span><\/h2>\n

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Genre: Thriller<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Release Date: 21st<\/sup> Feb 2017<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Publisher: Choc Lit (Death by Choc Lit)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do? <\/em><\/p>\n

There\u2019s evil and then there\u2019s Patrick Sullivan. A drug dealer, pimp and murderer, there are no depths to which Patrick would not sink, and Detective Inspector Matthew Adams has found this out in the most devastating way imaginable.<\/p>\n

When Patrick\u2019s brother is shot dead in a drug bust gone wrong, the bitter battle between the two men intensifies, and Matthew finds it increasingly difficult to hold the moral high ground. All he wants is to make the pimping scum suffer the way he did \u2026 the way Lily did.<\/p>\n

But being at war with such a depraved individual means that it\u2019s not just Matthew who\u2019s in danger. Patrick has taken a lot from Matthew, but he hasn\u2019t taken everything \u2013 and now he wants everything<\/em>.<\/p>\n

EXCERPT<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n

Prologue<\/span><\/h1>\n

\u2018Oi, you can\u2019t park there!\u2019 a police officer yelled as Matthew mounted the kerb, careering his car haphazardly to a stop on the pavement.<\/p>\n

His gut twisting violently inside him, his head reeling, Matthew ignored him, ramming his door open instead to scramble from the car and set off at a run.<\/p>\n

\u2018What the \u2026?\u2019<\/p>\n

Vaguely aware of the man giving chase, Matthew kept going, attempting to push past another officer closing in in front of him, only to be caught from behind.<\/p>\n

\u2018Whoa. Come on, mate, you need to get back.\u2019 Taking hold of his arm, the officer behind attempted to steer him away. \u2018There\u2019s been an accident up ahead. We need to clear\u2014\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Shit, it\u2019s Adams.\u2019 The officer in front intervened.<\/p>\n

\u2018Who?\u2019 The man still hanging on to his arm asked.<\/p>\n

\u2018Detective Inspector Adams,\u2019 the officer in front supplied warily. \u2018Let him through.\u2019<\/p>\n

Stumbling forwards as the guy behind relaxed his grip, his legs like dead weights beneath him, Matthew forced himself on, bypassing other officers, who now stood respectfully aside.<\/p>\n

His wife was with her. Matthew swallowed back a hard knot in his throat. She was crouched over her, holding her impossibly small hand in her own. She didn\u2019t look up. Rebecca kept her gaze focussed on their daughter. His <\/em>daughter. Matthew felt something break inside him as he took in his baby\u2019s injuries, her broken body, the slow trickle of lifeblood pooling beneath her, staining the drab, grey road crimson.<\/p>\n

Please don\u2019t. <\/em>Matthew prayed hopelessly as he moved closer. Please don\u2019t do this. <\/em>The world seeming to slow to a stop around him, the use of his legs finally deserting him, Matthew dropped to his knees at the side of the child he\u2019d loved with every fibre of his being ever since he\u2019d first glimpsed her tiny form on the monitor.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hey, Tigerlily,\u2019 he said, his voice cracking as Lily\u2019s eyes fluttered open. Wide blue eyes, once crystal clear with the innocence of childhood, they were filled with confusion and pain as she looked pleadingly up at him, silently begging him, her daddy, to fix it. His heart turned over as her lips parted. She wanted to speak. She couldn\u2019t. Please don\u2019t try to speak, baby.<\/em> Tears he couldn\u2019t hope to hide streaming down his face, Matthew leaned towards her, brushing her blood-matted, beautiful blonde hair gently away from her face. \u2018Daddy\u2019s here, darling,\u2019 he choked. \u2018It\u2019s going to be just fine.\u2019<\/p>\n

Lies. Lies. <\/em>He screamed inside. It was going to be fine. It could never be. He couldn\u2019t fix it. How could he let his little girl go knowing he couldn\u2019t? Cradling his baby gently in his arms, Matthew\u2019s heart splintered inside him as he watched her life ebb away.<\/p>\n

****<\/p>\n

They were taking her away in an ambulance. What use was an ambulance<\/em>? Panic engulfing him, Matthew took a faltering step towards it, and stopped. He couldn\u2019t. Couldn\u2019t<\/em> ride with her, watch as the warmth drained from her body, her baby-soft skin turning blue and cold. Life fucking <\/em>extinct.<\/p>\n

\u2018Matthew!\u2019 Rebecca called to him as, his chest heaving, Matthew turned away. Terrified of what he might see in her eyes, he couldn\u2019t turn back. This was his fault. He should have been there. He\u2019d promised to drive them to the cinema. He\u2019d known Patrick Sullivan might make good his threat. He should have been<\/em> there! A potent mixture of grief and rage broiling inside him, Matthew recalled his last encounter with the sadistic piece of scum with sickening clarity. Sullivan\u2019s expression hadn\u2019t altered when he\u2019d informed him his brother had been an unfortunate casualty in a drug bust gone wrong. Matthew had been surprised. Sullivan\u2019s hatred of him went way back since they were kids in school. Guessing he would hold him personally responsible, Matthew had been bracing himself for Sullivan to reach across the table and attack him right there in the prison interview room. Instead, Sullivan had reached casually for a cigarette. Lighting up, he\u2019d glanced down and scratched his forehead slowly with his thumb.<\/p>\n

\u2018How\u2019s that pretty young wife of yours, DI Adams? Pregnant again, isn\u2019t she?\u2019 he\u2019d enquired eventually, blowing smoke circles into the air as he\u2019d looked back at him. \u2018Give her my regards, won\u2019t you?\u2019<\/p>\n

Sullivan had then leaned forwards, a twisted smirk on his face, his eyes as black as molasses and swimming with pure evil. \u2018I would do it myself, but I\u2019m a bit busy \u2026 banged up \u2026 in here.\u2019<\/p>\n

It had been a threat. Innocent to all ears but Matthew\u2019s, it had been a direct threat. And now, still sitting pretty in prison with a cast iron alibi, Sullivan was no doubt congratulating himself on a job well done, imagining that he\u2019d also succeeded in warning Matthew off pursuing him once he got out. Wrong, you bastard.<\/em><\/p>\n

BUY LINK<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Choc Lit<\/a><\/p>\n

Full range of buying options on the Choc Lit Site!<\/strong><\/p>\n

ABOUT SHERYL BROWNE<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n

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Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, heart-wrenching fiction. A member of the Crime Writers\u2019 Association, Romantic Novelists\u2019 Association and shortlisted for the Best Romantic e-book Love Stories Award 2015, Sheryl has several books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies, where she completed her MA in Creative Writing.<\/p>\n

Recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer, Sheryl\u2019s contemporary fiction comes to you from award winning Choc Lit.<\/p>\n

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Author Links<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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