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Thursday, March 1, 2018

"Things You Can’t Take" by Erin Lockwood


EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Things You Can’t Take
by Erin Lockwood

Things You Can’t Take by Erin Lockwood

Things You Can’t Take by Erin Lockwood is currently on tour with Silver Dagger Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For more books by this author, please check out my blog post on Angles: Part 1 and my blog post on All of the Rogers.

Description
How far would you go for your best friend?
Abigail and Kessia shared a childhood bond that couldn't be broken. Challenged, yes - but never broken.
Born into Hollywood lineage, Kessia understood the risks and pressures of celebrity life and willingly dedicated hers to serving and protecting her best friend’s rise to stardom. But when Abigail learns of Kessia’s own behind-the-scenes battles with a predator, her sense of friendship drives her down a path that blurs the lines between loyalty and revenge at all costs.


Excerpt
We’re belting out a song from Abigail’s playlist when Barry pulls into the studio lot.
“Okay, turn it down!” Abigail shouts over the music.
“No, keep it up!” I yell. “I love this song.”
Barry, of course, listens to Abigail.
“I can’t,” she starts to yell but realizes she’s shouting when the music has been turned off. “I can’t let them hear me singing a promiscuous song. It’s irresponsible. I’m a role model,” she says softer. “Child actors have a higher rate of getting into trouble instead of moving onto bigger careers as adults.”
I roll my eyes a little. “We’re just having fun,” I mumble to myself. “It’s just a song.”
I throw my badge lanyard over my head before getting out of the car. Abigail hoists her Louis Vuitton purse over her shoulder, and we walk into the studio. It looks like a big airplane hangar.
“I’m gonna miss this,” Abigail says to me.
I hook my arm through hers. “I know, but we have Paris to look forward to.”
She smiles and perks up. We say hello to people as we walk by, making our way to her dressing room.
As soon as the door closes behind us, there’s a knock.
“Come in!” Abigail shouts.
“How’s my favorite star?” Pete Hallman’s head pops out from behind the door.
With my back to him, I make a face as if I were gonna throw up. He pushes the door all the way open and steps in, closing it behind him. I feel as if the air has been sucked out of the room.
At least Abigail is here. I panic inside whenever I’m alone with him. I always try to find an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
Abigail moves to him and reaches her arms out to hug him. “Hi, Pete. How are you?”
“I’m very well, thanks,” he says to her. Then, he looks my way. “How about you, Kessia? Where’s my love?” He puts his arms out and expects me to touch him.
I’ve never told Abigail the extent of how uncomfortable he makes me because I can tell she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s also partly because of how I was raised. My mom insists that producers, and directors are like gods and goddesses. I always have to use my absolute best manners.
Abigail and I have known Pete since we were seven when Abigail joined the cast of Heart of the Family, playing the youngest daughter. Now, she’ll be filming the final episodes in Paris soon.
“Of course. Hi, Pete,” I say to him and move closer to hug him.
When his arms wrap around me, he lets his fingers fall under the top of my jean shorts, touching my bare skin on my backside. His hand almost goes so far down that he could cup my butt cheek with his palm, but he stops and pulls his hand out before Abigail notices anything.
Pete stands up and backs away, as if nothing ever happened. It makes me feel crazy for thinking that something did happen.
His hand touched my butt.
I just wish someone could see what he does so that I don’t have to be the one who says something.
It’s not just Abigail. Nobody ever seems to notice. If they did, they might not say anything anyway since he’s the studio’s most successful and awarded producer. “Walking Gold,” is what Entertainment Weekly once referred to him as. “Unstoppable,” was in another publication.
I step back, giving myself even more distance from Pete, and pretend to organize Abigail’s vanity.
“So, Pete, what’s up?” Abigail asks.
He leans back on his heels and rubs his round belly. “I thought I’d pop in and watch the final studio taping. We might have a project for you.”
Abigail looks surprised. “Really? That would be great. I’ll have Tammy call you.”
Pete’s eyes dart to me before looking at Abigail again.
“All right. You go get ’em, kid.” He puts his arm around Abigail and taps her lower back. He takes a step toward me and does the same thing, except his hand lands a little lower.
Too low.
When he leaves the room, I feel like I can finally take a breath again.
“This is great news,” Abigail says to herself, grabbing her phone. “Hey”—she excitedly looks up at me—“did I ever tell you that Pete—”
“You should probably call Tammy,” I quickly interrupt her. I do not want to hear anything about Pete.
“Right,” she says, putting the phone to her ear, calling her agent.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“It's a timely novel, given all that is happening with #metoo and the Women's March 2018; so many of my conversations with moms swirl around what it means to raise our daughters with awareness, and how we can best keep them safe. While it's difficult to describe this as an "easy read" given the topic, I was caught up in the storyline and characters, and found that I finished reading the book all too quickly. Probably the most meaningful novel from Erin Lockwood yet!!” ~ Sara Banchard
“I strongly recommend reading this book as it can be very enlightening both with regards to sexual predators hiding their behavior just enough to not get caught and as a reminder that help is always available if we just know to look for it and aren’t afraid to ask for help.” ~ Katinka
“I hope with all my heart y’all read this book. It is worth reading. I honestly can’t tell y’all how much I loved it. It’ll steal a piece of your heart and hopefully it changes you and makes you want to create more awareness.” ~ Diana Laura (The Bookish Sisters)
“Last night I purchased this novel at Erin’s book signing, and within 24 hours I was done! It’s almost like I NEEDED it to be done (content) yet I was NOT wanting it to be over (so into it I couldn’t put it down). I’m so proud of Erin’s 4th book and the tough topic it dug into. Her passion and energy was felt through each page and this is worth the emotion it evokes in the reader. Well done Erin Lockwood.” ~ Jilayne Smith

  
My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.


By Lynda Dickson
The book begins when Kessia and Abigail meet as six-year-olds on the set of a television commercial, where they gain each other’s trust and quickly become best friends. While Abigail loves acting, Kessia hates it. So, it’s no surprise when Kessia eventually quits acting and becomes Abigail’s assistant. We follow these two girls over the next two decades, through their highs and lows, their triumphs and tragedies.
The story is told alternately from the points-of-view of Kessia and Abigail. Unfortunately, their voices are so similar that I often forgot who was narrating. I’m not a fan of the writing style: the sentences are short and choppy, there is an overabundance of awkwardly used verb qualifiers, the main characters spend too much time pondering and not enough time doing, and the writing is lacking in emotion.
On top of that, the plot is predictable, repetitive, and full of clichés; the characters’ actions are hard to believe; and the author uses her narrative as a thinly veiled excuse to lecture us on sexual assault. Too bad she doesn’t lecture us on the use of guns.
Despite all of the above, this is a very timely story, which can be used to open up a dialogue with vulnerable teens about sexual assault committed by a person of power. It also conveys a nice message about being brave and speaking out, and it gives us the hope that even terrible events can result in happy endings.
There is a handy list of resources for victims of sexual assault at the end of the book.
Warnings: coarse language, sexual assault (not graphic).

About the Author
Erin Lockwood
Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and attended the University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.
It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.
Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado, with her husband, Phil, and their three children.


Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card.

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Friday, December 8, 2017

"All of the Rogers" by Erin Lockwood

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
All of the Rogers
by Erin Lockwood

All of the Rogers by Erin Lockwood

All of the Rogers by Erin Lockwood is currently on tour with Silver Dagger Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Angles: Part 1.

Description
"How can you love someone so much and need space from them at the same time?"
My alarm goes off at four am. It takes an hour to get to the studio, and then my ballet training begins. I go to school for a few hours, and then it’s back to the studio for more training. Go to bed. Repeat the whole process the next day.
I hate it.
My time at school is a blur, except for biology. I don’t rush through that class, because I get to see Roger Byrnes. He probably doesn’t even know I exist, but my heart beats a little faster when I see him walk through the classroom door with his messy hair and carefree attitude. He has so much energy. But then he stares off into the distance, and I wonder what he’s thinking. It’s the highlight of my day.
I wish I could quit ballet so I could be a normal teenager. Someone who Roger would want to be with. I could use some excitement in my life ... I bet Roger could give that to me.


Excerpt
Roger keeps running with me screaming over his shoulder, and I’m getting seriously worried he’s not going to slow down when he reaches the ice-cold Pacific Ocean. I can feel the freezing wet splashes on my legs, and as he runs into deeper water, some of the splashes reach up to my face.
I’ve been playfully kicking and screaming for him to put me down, but now, I’m gripping his upper back, not wanting him to lower me at all. Don’t let the turquoise water of Carmel fool you; it’s damn cold, even in the summer. Girls wear bikinis on the beach, and surfers wear wetsuits all year-round. Even I know that.
“You broke a promise,” he says while his arm grabs me from over his shoulder and moves me down.
The muscles in my legs bulge, and I clench them around his upper body, holding myself high up on his shoulder.
“What are you? A cat?” he says, confused, as he tries to figure out what I’m doing with my body.
I grab on to his head and use it as leverage to clench my thighs together over his other shoulder. “I never broke a promise,” I say, unashamed. The only emotion going through me right now is fear of going into the ice cold water. “I never promised to call you.”
“Oh, that hurts my feelings,” he says dramatically.
He reaches up and tries one more time to pull me off of him, but I’m too strong.
“How the hell are you stronger than me?” he exclaims, clearly frustrated that he’s tried twice to throw me in the water with no success.
All he’s been able to do is make me slip down his body a little. My one leg is still draped over his shoulder, and the other is wrapped around his back, holding on for dear life. My face has moved from over his head to right in front of his nose.
“Ballerinas are a lot stronger than you think,” I say with a calm, even breath. I’ve never kissed a boy before, and right now, I’m staring at one’s lips. They’re so full and colorful; they look as if they’re full of fruit punch. I wonder what it would taste like and feel like. If I just move my head a few inches closer…
“Maybe so,” he says, matching my even breath. “You might be stronger than me, but I’m more clever.” He spreads his arms out, as if he’s going to give someone a huge hug, and slowly, his body weight shifts back.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I scream once I realize there’s no stopping him from falling back into the water.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"This book did me in! The emotions I had while reading All Of The Rogers had me feeling like I was on an emotional roller coaster. The ups, downs, happy, sad, worried and broken." ~ Tara
"This story is a powerful one, if you think it's going to be a cutesy run of the mill YA read, well yes, you have that stuff too but it's more than that! It's first love, heartache, learning about yourself and what you need, it's about self respect and family, and learning that it's okay to challenge things and ideas and it's okay to cry." ~ Sara Miller
"At its core it's an highly enjoyable read that offered some legitimately insightful commentary without ever feeling inaccessible or difficult to swallow. It was interesting. It was well executed. It was balanced. It was, you know, just right." ~ Danielle
"Heartwarming and Gutwrenching, 'All of the Rogers' was an emotional coin, flipping constantly from one happy extreme to the worst. Lockwood did an amazing job writing this story!" ~ M
"Beautifully written and a powerful message that I can’t thank her enough for sharing about. This story destroyed me and I devoured every page of it. I highly recommend this story for any ages teenage on up." ~ C. Vande Hey


My Review


By Lynda Dickson
After dedicating her whole life to ballet, Kerri has finally had enough. She deliberately injures herself to tank an audition for Juilliard and settles in for her final year of high school as a "normal" teenager. First on her agenda is attending a party, second is talking to her crush Roger.
I couldn't tell if Roger was super-nice or a creep in disguise, but reason for his fluctuating behavior becomes apparent as the book progresses, hence the title. Kerri's mother is heartbreakingingly uncaring and Roger's mother is even more useless. At least Kerri has her brother Bradley - he's the best. And Roger and Kerri have his godmother Diane.
Through the narrative, the author provides a lot of thinly veiled advice for teenagers on such pertinent topics as drink driving, sex, contraception, mental illness, and death.
Warnings: underage drinking, coarse language, sex scenes (not graphic), mental health.


About the Author
Erin Lockwood
Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and attended the University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.
It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.
Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, Phil, and their three children.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card.

Links

Monday, September 18, 2017

"Lies She Told" by Cate Holahan

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
Lies She Told
by Cate Holahan

Lies She Told by Cate Holahan

Lies She Told by Cate Holahan is currently on tour with Great Escapes Virtual Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Sometimes the truth is darker than fiction.
Liza Cole, a once-successful novelist whose career has seen better days, has thirty days to write the thriller that could put her back on the bestseller list. Meanwhile, she’s struggling to start a family, but her husband is distracted by the disappearance of his best friend, Nick. As stresses weigh her down in her professional and her personal lives, Liza escapes into writing the chilling exploits of her latest heroine, Beth.
Beth, a new mother, suspects her husband is cheating on her while she’s home caring for their newborn. Angry and betrayed, she sets out to catch him in the act and make him pay for shattering the illusion of their perfect life. But before she realizes it, she’s tossing the body of her husband’s mistress into the East River.
Then, the lines between fiction and reality begin to blur. Nick’s body is dragged from the East River, and Liza’s husband is arrested for his murder. Before her deadline is up, Liza will have to face up to the truths about the people around her, including herself. If she doesn’t, the end of her heroine’s story could be the end of her own.

Excerpt
LIZA
He’s tracking my time. Every ten seconds, Trevor’s dark eyes dart to the digital clock on his computer screen, a driver checking his rearview. My pitch has not impressed. He has more important things to attend to, authors who bring in more money. My work is not worth these valuable minutes.
He doesn’t say any of this, of course. Our decade-long relationship has made his thoughts apparent. I read them in the lines crinkling his brow as he sits across from me in his office chair, scratching his goatee while the air conditioner’s hiss recalls the reputational damage wrought by my latest book, Accused Woman. Not my best work, to say the least. Critics dubbed the protagonist “Sandra Dee on diazepam.” She lacked agency, they said. Too many things happened to her. Really, she was too like me to be likeable. My former psychiatrist, Dr. Sally Sertradine, suggested similar failings.
“An affair?” Finally, he speaks . . . barely. A true Brit, Trevor drops the ending r. His accent mocks me, as though my idea has so offended him that even his critique doesn’t require clear articulation.
He removes the wire- framed glasses previously perched on the wide bridge of his nose, sets them on his mouse pad, and walks to his window. Before him lies a landscape of penthouse terraces. In Manhattan, success is determined by view. Trevor’s placement, high above even the city’s wealthy, is a reminder of his importance relative to my own, of the weight his opinion should carry as opposed to mine.
“There’s hardly a new way to do an affair.”
“Well, I think of it as a classic revenge story.” My voice cracks as I make my case. Dr. Sally also said I regress into adolescence at the first whiff of confrontation. The hormones are making things worse. “I think romantic suspense readers want—”
“Right. What they want.” He faces me and nods. Trevor talks with his head the way Italians speak with hand gestures. The angle of his chin conveys his amusement or displeasure. “You must give your audience what they’re craving. Readers are done with love triangles and tortured consciences. Consider what Hollywood is buying: stories about pushing sexual taboos and psychological manipulation. People want to play mind games in the bedroom, eh?”
A forty- two-year old guy is telling me, a thirty- five- year- old woman smack in the middle of my target audience demographic, what my peers want in the sack. Sad fact is, I should probably take notes. For the past year, David and I have only bothered with intercourse when my basal temp kicks up. Trevor is recently divorced and inarguably attractive: a Bronze Age Rodin of a man.
Women must be, as he’d say, “queuing” up.
He snaps to an unknown rhythm. Suddenly, his eyes brighten like he’s figured out the step. “How about something with psychiatrists?
Does he love her or is he messing with her mind?”
I could name four books involving twisted therapists that graced the bestseller lists in the past two years. But doing so would just support Trevor’s suggestion. He isn’t claiming that his idea is original, only that it’s “on trend.” Trends sell, whether writers like them or not.
Trevor mistakes my silence as serious consideration. “Think Hannibal Lecter without the horror. The sociopathic doctor meets a young Clarice, and she falls—”
“I don’t know, Trev. Transference? Is that—”
“Trans?” He wrinkles his nose, offended by my attempt to slip esoteric knowledge into our conversation. Trevor often laments this about me. He complains that I bog down my books with details: how a gun shoots, how police detect trace amounts of blood, DNA lingo fit for a biologist. For Accused Woman, I attended a week- long writer’s workshop at the police academy in Queens so I could get down every detail of the way a gun discharges and how detectives investigate. I even bought my own handgun: a Ruger SR22, touted by experts as the most affordable semiautomatic for women. My aim is horrible.
“Transference happens when a person projects unresolved feelings about their past onto people in their present, like a patient transferring romantic emotions onto their psychi—”
Trevor’s full lips press flat against his teeth.
“It’s not important. Forget it.” My voice sounds small. Somehow, I’ve neared forty without gaining the surety that’s supposed to come with middle age. I cough and try to add heft to my tone. The act clenches my stomach, intensifying the persistent queasiness that I’ve suffered for weeks. “What if, by the time the book comes out, interest in psychiatrists has waned?”
Trevor gives a What-you-gonna-do? shrug. “Well, think about it. And send me an outline before you go too deep into anything.”
The request spurs me from my seat quicker than a cattle prod.
Not once in my career has Trevor demanded anything more than a rough idea and a finished draft. Now he needs a chapter-by-chapter breakdown? The suddenness of my movement topples the chair onto Trevor’s floor. I recoil at the spectacle of its four legs sticking in the air like a poisoned cockroach. I promised myself I’d stay calm.
I right the seat and stand behind it, head lowered. My temples throb their early warning alarm for a migraine. “That’s really not how I work. I let the characters dictate the action.” My tone is apologetic. Sorry, Trev. I’m not good enough to write an outline. That’s what he thinks I’m saying.
“Maybe it’s worth a try. New methods can lead to new results.”
“If I could just write through a draft—”
“Liza, come on. You’re a fast writer. An outline’s no big deal for you.”
“A draft barely takes longer. I’ll spend twelve hours a day writing. Fourteen—”
“You’ve got the MWO conference coming up.”
“I’m only staying through my panel.” Nerves add unnecessary vibrato to my voice. “Hey, if you like the story, then we’re both happy. If not, I’ll start over.” I force a laugh. “I’ll even throw in a psychiatrist.”
He runs his hand through his grown-out buzz cut. The longer hairstyle is new, post-divorce. It makes him look younger.
“Please, Trev.” I’m actually begging. “I think this idea could have legs. Let me run with it. Give me one month. Thirty days.”
Trevor reclaims his glasses and places them on his face. The spectacles magnify the teardrop shape of his eyes as he checks in with his computer clock. “All right.” His head shakes in disagreement with his words. “You have until September fifteenth. One month. I can’t give you any more than that.”
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"Lies She Told had me questioning my own sanity, biting my cuticles well into the night, and jumping at the sound of my cat snacking in the kitchen. The best kind of suspense writer, Holahan will keep readers slightly off balance all the way through the book. Author and character so completely overlap, it makes the reader wonder if art is imitating life or life is imitating art. An excellent and compelling psychological read!" ~ Susan Crawford, bestselling author of The Pocket Wife and The Other Widow
"This was a thriller I couldn't put down. Cate Holahan expertly constructs two parallel stories connected in unexpected ways with a twist that left me thinking about the characters long after I turned the final page." ~ Rena Olsen, author of The Girl Before
"A page-turner of the top order, cleverly conceived, brilliantly executed and impossible to put down. Cate Holahan has proven herself a master of psychological suspense ...This mind-bending tale of jealousy, love, and revenge should be at the top of everyone’s summer reading list." ~ Allison Leotta, author of The Last Good Girl
"Wow. Just wow. As soon as you think you've figured it out, Cate Holahan hits you with a twist you did. Not. See. Coming ... A taut story." ~ Alexia Gordon, award-winning author of Murder in G Major and Death in D Minor
"[A] masterpiece ... Lies She Told is guaranteed to make Cate Holahan a household name." ~ Joe Clifford, author of the Jay Porter thriller series
"A chilling story ... Cate Holahan keeps you guessing - and turning the pages - right to the end." ~ Patrick Lee, NYT bestselling author of the Sam Dryden and Travis Chase trilogies

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.


By Lynda Dickson
After a poor reception for her last book, former bestselling author Liza is given her one month to complete a draft of her new book. As if that isn't stressful enough, she is also on hormone therapy and trying to conceive a baby with her husband David. But he's pre-occupied with the disappearance of his law partner Nick, who has been missing for one month. Liza's story is interspersed with scenes from her romantic suspense novel, featuring new mother Beth, who suspects her husband Jake is cheating on her. It's not long before we can see the parallels in both stories and it's not long before the truth becomes the fiction and vice versa. Liza has hit upon the way the secret formula for writing a bestseller. Unfortunately, someone has to die in the process.
It's hard to keep track of the two separate stories, as they are so similar. Beth's hot therapist Tyler is a dead ringer for Liza's hot editor Trevor. Both of their husbands are suspected of having affairs. Even the names Liza and Beth are both nicknames for Elizabeth.
The fonts for the two stories are different in the Amazon version but not in the version I read. Suggestions to improve the readability: use page headers with the narrator's names, label Beth's story with her name instead of numbers, or tell Beth's story in the third person.
While there are some great lines throughout the book (see below) and an interesting insight into the world of writing, the prose is dry and choppy, while the plot is pedestrian and predictable. The book literally put me to sleep on several occasions. The clues the author drops are none too subtle, and I had both stories figured out early on. It doesn't help that the book description mentions the major plot developments, even though those events don't occur until halfway through the book. Why is it all revealed there? On top of that, the characters are all unlikable, Liza is obviously an unreliable narrator, and Beth is a manipulative bitch, not a sympathetic victim. The stories themselves are a never-ending litany of too many showers, so much vomiting, and failed marriages everywhere.
Disappointing.
Warnings: coarse language, sexual references, violence.

Some of My Favorite Lines
"He isn’t claiming that his idea is original, only that it’s 'on trend.' Trends sell, whether writer’s like them or not."
"To be a writer is to be a life thief. Every day, I rob myself blind."
"For a moment, I think I might start crying again, but I’ve used up my supply of salt water. The prior night has left me with an emotional hangover. There’s nothing left in me except bile."
"He’s lobbing questions too fast, a tennis machine on an expert-level setting. I can’t volley this. I raise my hand as if to block another inquiry from flying at my face."
"I think of my belly, bloated with hormones and swollen follicles. My ripe eggs will rot inside me. There aren’t enough fertility drugs in the world to fix a husband refusing to bed his wife."
"Laughter is the only vaccine for crying. You shed a few tears instead of a thousand."
"Sleep doesn’t ask my permission."
"Emojis don’t exist for what I’d like to write now."
"Want me to kill her off in a book?"
"When you’ve been immersed in the character for so long, you really do feel what they feel and write what they are thinking. You don’t have to imagine it anymore."
"I’d rather be a murderer than a bad mother."
"I lack the constitution for true crime. Violence against my made-up characters is all the brutality I can withstand."

About the Author
Cate Holahan
Cate Holahan is the USA Today Bestselling author of The Widower’s Wife, Lies She Told, and Dark Turns, all published by Crooked Lane Books. In a former life, she was an award-winning journalist that wrote for The Record, The Boston Globe, and Business Week.
She lives in NJ with her husband, two daughters, and food-obsessed dog, and spends a disturbing amount of time highly-caffeinated, mining her own anxieties for material.



Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of two print copies of Lies She Told by Cate Holahan (US only).

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