My blog post for my stop on the blog tour for ‘Forget Me Not’ is different to the majority of my blog posts in that it comes in two parts. The first part contains my review and the second one (this one) contains an extract from the book to give you a taster of what to expect when you pick the book up for yourselves. I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I did.
Extract taken from ‘Forget Me Not’ page 9
I untied my jacket, placed it on her – as useless as it probably was. Even though it was already hot, she was so cold. The bleeding from her neck wound had been profuse but it had slowed now. I lifted the jacket, moved it and pressed against the wound, almost afraid that I’d press too hard, that my hand would slip inside it.
‘Help’s on the way,’ I said, for my own benefit as much as for that of the unknown woman in front of me. ‘If you can hang on, help is on the way. I’m Elizabeth and I’m not going to leave you. I’m going to be here until the paramedics arrive. So if you could do me a favour and just hang on, that would be great, lovey. It really would.’
I took her hand in mine. Could barely countenance how it could feel so cold and still have life in it.
‘You’re not alone,’ I told her, trying to reassure her.
I wondered who she was and who she belonged to. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. There didn’t appear to be much at all distinguishing about her. It was hard to tell the true colour of her hair, matted as it was with mud and blood. If I had to guess, I’d have put her in her mid to late 30s. But it was hard to tell given how bruised and battered she was. Her toenails were painted bright green. It looked so gaudy against the mottled, discoloured skin of her feet – the large areas of raw flesh, gravel-speckled flesh where it looked as though she’d been dragged along the ground, her ankle pointing in the wrong direction.
Someone had wanted this woman very much dead. Someone had left her here. On this quiet country lane, bleeding out.
I could hardly believe she was still alive.