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Wednesday, September 8, 2021

Someone Who Isn't Me by Danuta Kot - Book Tour

Someone Who Isn’t Me





Book Blurb
When everyone hides the truth, who do you turn to?

 Becca’s had a hard time of it, but she has finally got her life together. She has a nice little flat, a steady job pulling pints, and she’s even seeing someone new: Andy, who keeps his private life to himself but is always good for a laugh. And then Andy vanishes. When his body turns up on isolated Sunk Island, Becca learns Andy wasn’t just another punter. He was a police officer, deep undercover, investigating a drugs ring that he believed operated out of Becca’s pub.

 Staggered by the betrayal, Becca turns to the only person she thinks she can trust: her foster mum, Kay. But Kay has problems of her own. She’s just moved into a short-term let in the hopes of finding some peace and quiet. But peace and quiet are hard to come by on Sunk Island . . .

 Before long, both women are drawn into a terrifying world of drugs, money and death.

 

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Excerpt

Kay hears something in the night, outside her isolated house near the Humber Estuary

Her hand hesitated over the light switch. If she turned it on, the light would blaze out saying clearly, 
‘I’m here.’ But wasn’t that what she wanted? If people knew the house was inhabited, they’d stay away.

If there was anyone out there.

Which there wasn’t.

She was pretty sure now she had been dreaming. Yes, Milo had barked but it didn’t take much to freak
Milo out, especially in an unfamiliar place. He’d barked at the motor bikes earlier.
That was probably what had woken her up.

She’d always dealt matter-of-factly with teenage night terrors, and now she tried to deal the same way with
herself. It was a dream. It was something outside in the road. It had made her uneasy, but it wasn’t
anything to do with her. She filled the kettle and plugged it in, taking a clean mug from the draining board
and getting a bottle of milk out of the fridge. A cup of tea, then back to bed. She checked her watch again.
Three-thirty.

Milo was snuffling around, back to his usual self. Kay poured boiling water on a tea bag and left it to brew
for a minute.

And then she jumped, knocking the milk bottle over. White liquid flooded the table.

Milo let out a sharp, sudden bark.

Footsteps. Outside. She could hear them clearly, faint but getting louder as they came closer.

Coming straight towards the back door.

Kay froze, her heart hammering. Her gaze locked on the door handle. Could she see it… was it moving,
or was she…?

Milo barked again, a sharp, high-pitched sound.

And the steps moved past the door and faded away.

Kay sank down into her chair, trying to catch her breath. She should open the door, shine the torch into the
night and find out who was out there, because no one had the right to be.

But she couldn’t.

The rain was beating harder against the window.  She tried to pick up the milk container and screw the top
back on but her hands were shaking so much she couldn’t do it.

Come on.

So someone was out there. They’ve seen the light and they’ve gone.

Gradually, the shaking stopped. She grabbed a towel and put it on the table to soak up the spilt milk,
and picked up her mug. There was just the sound of the rain now, and she was beginning to think she must
have been hearing things. Why would anyone be walking round the house in the small hours,
in this kind of weather?

The best thing to do would be to go back to bed and ignore all the night time noises.
Old houses were full of weird sounds – she should know that.

She used her hands on the table to push herself to her feet. She was tired, she’d been deeply asleep and
when you were woken up suddenly it was easy to mistake…

The breath stopped in her throat.

They were back, the footsteps.



Danuta Kot (who also writes as Danuta Reah and as Carla Banks) grew up with stories. Her Irish mother and her Polish father kept their own cultures alive with traditional tales they shared with their children. For many years, she worked with young people in Yorkshire who were growing up in the aftermath of sudden industrial decline. She uses this background in her books to explore some of the issues that confront modern, urban society: poverty, alienation and social breakdown, using the contexts of the modern crime novel. She now works as a senior education consultant, work that involves travel to establish education and training in other parts of the world. She is a regular academic speaker at conferences and literary festivals and has appeared on radio and television.

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2 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this extract today and for being a part of the tour, I always appreciate it x

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