Welcome to the Mini Blog Blitz for Eternal Forever, courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources.
Today I have an extract for you, but first we’ll see what the book is about…
Fame, glory and… foul play!
Jessie was a shop worker dreaming of the big time, then YouTube found her. But staying in the limelight requires meticulous management: pop stars are made not born.
With awards night approaching, the pressure’s on for Tito, Jessie’s manager, to whip her into shape. Getting so close wasn’t in the contract, but then neither was him being murdered in Spain.
Alone and scared of the negative publicity, Jessie turns to Mack, her account manager at Eternal Forever, the UK’s first digital legacy management agency. But Mack’s got his own issues: the company’s fast running out of cash, his key developer’s on the turn and a blogger’s suicide looks suspicious.
With the assistance of J-Pop, Mack’s assistant and wannabe reality TV star, Jessie turns sleuth. But in a world where everybody’s watching, it’s hard to escape. Reputation is everything and some people will do anything to protect it.
Senorita Bonaventura has convinced the police to allow her to see the body of Tito, Jessie’s murdered manager. She said it was to pay her respects, but she has an ulterior motive.
The door opened to a large, bare, well-lit room, with pale grey walls, lined with stainless steel drawers and filing cabinets. To the left of the centre of the room two large metal flatbed trolleys stood; one empty, the other occupied by the lumpy shape of a human corpse covered in a dark blue sheet. The air was cold and oxygenated with a freshness that nipped and closed the pores of the skin and brought about a zingy shiver. Garcia’s aged-rum coloured eyes met with hers and she flicked her gaze to the shrouded body on the trolley. He concurred with a blink of an eye.
Señorita Bonaventura cast her eyes again to the lump: “Could you give me a moment?”
He nodded and left the room.
Alone, she took a deep breath of the cool air and proceeded to the trolley. She stood facing the covered corpse and then quickly reached into her handbag and pulled out the dead man’s mobile. She looked at the screen and then lifted the blue sheet to reveal the body laying perfectly still. She covered his face again and caught hold of his arm, the flesh cold and hard in her touch. With a rip and a squelch, she twisted his rigid joints to upturn his palm. Her hands clasped his waxy fingertips, inflexible as she tried to force his prints onto the mobile touch ID. A warm draft whisked her skirt from behind as the door to the room opened.
“Señorita?” The word came as a question and command. Masias had returned from his tasks and was stood at the door staring at her clutching the stiff carcass.
“I am paying my respects,” she said curtly and turned back to the body, covering the mobile in the folds of the blue sheet.
“I’m afraid you cannot be in here; you must leave.”
Quickly and discreetly she scooped the mobile into her handbag, made the sign of the cross and allowed herself to be led from the room.
About the Author
Most people know crazy cat ladies are a ‘thing’, but I’m a proud crazy guinea pig lady! I love fun in the sun and plenty of cocktails. My happy place is flip flops. I write stories to keep me company – my characters ensure I’m never lonely and always smiling (when I’m not tearing my hair out!)