by T.M. Logan
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WHAT IF YOUR WHOLE LIFE WAS BASED ON LIES?
When Joe Lynch stumbles across his wife driving into a hotel car park while she's supposed to be at work, he's intrigued enough to follow her in.
And when he witnesses her in an angry altercation with family friend Ben, he knows he ought to intervene.
But just as the confrontation between the two men turns violent, and Ben is knocked unconscious, Joe's young son has an asthma attack - and Joe must flee in order to help him.
When he returns, desperate to make sure Ben is OK, Joe is horrified to find that Ben has disappeared.
And that's when Joe receives the first message . . .
Nothing screams fall like a good thriller and Lies by T.M. Logan promises just that. Look for my review in October, but for now enter for a chance to read a copy and a coffee kit!
What if you have the perfect life, the perfect wife and the perfect child and then, in one shattering moment, you discover nothing is as it seems?
Read an Excerpt
My son’s first word wasn’t Daddy or Mummy. His first word was Audi. Which was strange because I’d never owned an Audi, and on my salary probably never would. But William had played with toy cars before he could walk and recognized the badges long before he could actually read the names. At the age of four (and a bit), he was already something of an expert, playing his car game as we inched along in the sluggish North London traffic, spotting badges and calling them out from his car seat in the back.
“Audi … Renault … Bimmer.”
We were almost home. The traffic lights up ahead began to change, and I pulled up third in line as they turned red. In the mirror, I could see him clutching his first School Superstar certificate in both hands, as if it might blow away in the wind. A CD of kids’ songs was playing low on my car stereo. I am the music man, I come from down your way …
William continued calling out cars. “Ford…’nother one Ford … Mummy car.”
I smiled. My wife—William’s mum—drove a VW Golf. Every time he spotted one, he’d call it out. Not a Volkswagen. A Mummy car.
“It’s a Mummy car. Look, Daddy.”
My phone buzzed in the hands-free cradle: a Facebook notification.
“What was that, Wills?”
“Over there, look.”
Across the divided highway, on the other side of the junction, a line of cars in the far lane filtered left onto an exit ramp. Rush hour traffic streaming through the junction, everyone on their way home. The low sun was in my eyes, but I caught a glimpse of a VW Golf. It did look like her car. Powder blue, five-door, same SpongeBob SquarePants sunshade suckered to the rear passenger window.
“Good spot, matey. It does look like Mummy’s car.”
I buzzed my window down and felt the cool city air on my face. A gap in the traffic opened up behind the Golf as it accelerated away down the exit ramp. It was a 59 registration license plate. My wife’s car had a 59 plate. I squinted, trying to make out the letters.
The number plate was hers—it wasn’t like her car; it was her car. There was the familiar buzz, the little glow in my chest I still got whenever she was nearby. The VW indicated left off the exit ramp and turned into a Premier Inn. It headed into the dark entrance of an underground parking lot and disappeared from sight.
She’ll be meeting a client, a work thing. Should probably leave her to it. She had been working late a lot recently.
“Can we see Mummy?” William said, excitement in his voice. “Can we can we can we?”
“She’ll be busy, Wills. Doing work things.”
“I can show her my certificate.” William couldn’t quite pronounce the word, and it came out as cerstiff-a-kit.
Honking from the car behind me as the traffic lights turned green.
“Please, Daddy?” He was jigging up and down on his booster seat. “We could do a surprise on her!”
I smiled again. It was almost Friday, after all. “Yes, we could, couldn’t we?”
I put the car in gear. Made a spur-of-the-moment decision that would change my life.
“Let’s go and surprise Mummy.”
Copyright © 2017 by T. M. Loganx
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