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Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Little Miss Evil by Jim Ody - Book Tour


 Book Blurb

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ง

 ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž..

 ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ:

 An Idyllic Campsite, situated on a picturesque lake, and surrounded by woodland.

 ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ:

 All meet for the first time, each one of them with something to hide.

 ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ ๐’”๐’†๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†...

 ๐๐‹๐€๐˜๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐“ ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐ƒ๐‹๐˜

 
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Excerpt
He walked with a spring in his step. He felt like he was Hugh Hefner waltzing around the playboy mansion. Okay, so it wasn’t quite like that, but people regarded him with respect knowing that he was in charge. Or at least his family was in charge. His mother never cared to walk around and mingle. She had tried to integrate with the guests a few years back, and that, in Keith’s opinion was where things went downhill.

Keith’s father was missing. He’d been absent for as long as Keith could remember. He was a face from a dog-eared photograph, hidden from him under his mother’s mattress. The slightly over-exposed snap was too orange. His father was dressed in only his underwear. Perhaps that was the reason his mother had kept it.

The worst part of this was that he knew where his father was. His mother did too, but she preferred to think of him as being lost. That’s what happens when for years you’re cheated on, until eventually he runs off to his fancy woman. They lived close enough to keep an eye on each other, but never talked.

Keith had seen him around. The guy couldn’t stay away. He tried to be all friendly, but Keith wasn’t interested in that, only what he had to give him through guilt.

Keith’s mother worked the campsite with a small skeleton crew of staff. Everything was fine until that summer. The one that almost closed the place down.

Even as the smiling faces passed him by - some acknowledging his presence, others selfishly caught up in their own little worlds – he was drawn back to that summer.

The day had been exactly like this―he smiled as he thought up those very words. The clichรฉd opening lines he’d told to more than one single woman at the bar. The honest truth was, since that day it had been one of the best things to have happened. It gave the campsite an edge that brought people there. The irony of it. How tragedy could be such a great marketing tool.

 


Jim writes dark psychological/thrillers, Horror and YA books that have endings you won’t see coming, and favours stories packed with wit. He has written over a dozen novels and many more short-stories spanning many genres.

Jim has a very strange sense of humour and is often considered a little odd.  When not writing he will be found playing the drums, watching football and eating chocolate. He lives with his long-suffering wife, three beautiful children and two indignant cats in Swindon, Wiltshire UK.



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Amazon : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jim-Ody/e/B019A6AMSY/

 

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