#Excerpt of Dark Place to Hide by AJ Waines

As promised, here’s an excerpt from Dark Place to Hide. Just in case you missed it, yesterday, AJ Waines shared how she came up with the idea to her latest thriller. Today, she’s back to share an excerpt. Without further ado, here’s Dark Place to Hide by AJ Waines:

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Book Extract

Chapter 1

Harper

25 July

A handful of words – that’s all it takes. He lays them out for me, leaning forward man to man, his palms on his knees. His tone is pacifying as if he thinks I’ve guessed; as if by now I must have worked it out.

‘Your wife’s had a miscarriage,’ he says.

The doctor’s words force my spine into the back of the seat, crushing me. I am being shunted further and further back, watching the floating faces of the two nurses beside him trying to reach me, their expressions creased with sympathy. Those words in themselves are ripe with disarray. A baby. It’s a complete shock. I didn’t know.

But there’s more.

There’s a moment first, when I think of what this means to you. The child you’ve been waiting for, hoping for, longing for – we both have. You must be torn apart.

The doctor straightens up. He’s delivered the bad news and for the medical team, it is cut and dry. Shock, distress, sadness – that will be my onward journey in their eyes; hard, but inevitable. But they are wrong.

What he has told me doesn’t make sense.

How can you be having a miscarriage?

You can’t possibly be pregnant.

 

I can’t remember the correct order of events after that. They said I could see you, Diane, but I must have stalled because the next minute I’m wandering off towards an open window by the stairwell with a plastic cup of water in my hand. One of the nurses must have handed it to me. She must have thought I needed time to prepare myself to face your grief, a period of quiet to find the right words of solace and comfort for you. But instead, a loud voice inside me is yelling, How can this have happened?

Blood is pumping hard and fast into my temples, my neck, my chest and I hate myself for letting this question fog my brain when you’ve been rushed here in pain, in panic. Of course, I was frantic when I got the call. I nearly sprained my ankle racing up the stairs to get to you, distraught and almost out of my mind. They said you had been found at the side of the road in a pool of blood; you were in intensive care and my mind was racing. I thought at first you’d been struck by a car or attacked in a secluded lane. I thought I’d lost you and I’d find a white sheet covering your face.

One emotional state, however, is now shaking down all the others and rising to the top. It is no longer panic or desperation, but confusion. It is starting to look like you have hidden a massive transgression from me; one that could shatter a marriage in the blink of an eye.

‘This way, Dr Penn,’ says the nurse. ‘Diane wants you to come through, now.’

She must have mistaken my sigh for a sign that I’m impatient to see you. In fact, I need more time. I let her guide me, like a marionette, through two sets of double doors towards your bed. I find myself hiding my shaking hands from her as if I’m afraid she’ll think I’m not man enough for you.

My eyes stumble on your face; worn and framed with sticky clumps of hair. You’ve been through a fight. My spirit dissolves at your vulnerability. I grab your hand.

‘I’m okay,’ you say, saving me from having to ask.

The nurse steps forward holding a clipboard. ‘Your wife collapsed. She was on the verge of a haemorrhage, Dr Penn – it was touch and go there, for a while.’

You shake your head a little as if it was nothing; it’s so like you to play down your own misfortunes.

‘I didn’t know,’ you whisper. I can see no trace of remorse or guilt and I reproach myself for looking for it; I should be resoundingly and solely grateful that you are alive, able to recognise me, form sentences. Still, I probe your dewy eyes for signs, but there aren’t any. You catch my frown. You think I’m perturbed because you hadn’t told me.

‘I’m so sorry, Harper,’ you whimper.

I sit beside you. It was only a few hours since we’d laughed at breakfast; you dropping your buttered toast and catching it between your knees. You’ve always been quick like that – co-ordinated and sporty, like your sister. Now you look gaunt and pale – a different person.

‘How are you feeling? Are you in pain?’

You rub your belly and wince. ‘I had to have a D&C – it’s fading now. I have to stay here for a couple of days, they said.’

‘What happened?’ I mean the bigger question, the series of events, sweeping all my accumulated uncertainties into one giant enquiry, but you hear only one strand of it.

‘We got pregnant,’ you say, ‘and I didn’t even know.’ Your face buckles at this moment of recognition. We got pregnant.

I thumb the tears gently away from your eyes, trying to ease away the pain. Wishing I could bear it for you.

‘How many weeks?’

‘Only seven…’ You look down at my hand, holding on.

Seven weeks ago. My mind scatters as I try to pin the date into the calendar in my head. It would have been early June. We’d been in London the weekend of the 31st May and we’d made love – that much was true. I remember it, because I haven’t been able to function in that department as often as I’d have liked. Nevertheless…

‘I’m sorry,’ you say, again, your eyes struggling to focus.

For what, exactly? My male pride is bursting to ask, but now isn’t the time. You are my wife, hurting, suffering and in disbelief. I need to put a hold on my questions and be here for you. You need my support. There’s been a baby – the one thing we’ve been waiting for; the dream, the rapture that would have made everything complete. And you have lost it. Your body has rejected it.

‘It’s not your fault,’ I say, kissing your limp fingers. All your movements are in slow motion and you can barely string two words together. I know you’re playing it down; the physical pain, the distress – being brave for my benefit. I can’t confront you with the rest of it – not now.

‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ you whisper. ‘Just hold me.’ I scoop you into me and feel your feverish sweat roll against my cheek. We’ll have to talk about it later. The answers are all there, I just have to wait. Then the truth will be laid out, not only for me, but also for you. As it happens, I have my own secret to share. I have my own concealment to lay bare.

Because there is also something I haven’t told you.

Dark Place to Hide is available HERE.

DARK PLACE TO HIDE – Blurb:

She’s trying to tell you – if only you’d listen…

About to break the news to his wife, Diane, that he’s infertile, criminology expert, Harper Penn, gets a call to say she’s been rushed to hospital with a miscarriage. Five days later, when Diane fails to return from the village shop, police think she must have taken off with a secret lover, but Harper is convinced the online messages are not from her.

In the same Hampshire village, plucky seven-year-old Clara has retreated into a make-believe world after an accident. Then she, too, goes missing.

As Harper sets out on a desperate quest to find them both, he has no idea what he’s up against. Could the threat be closer than he thinks? And is there a hidden message in Clara’s fairy tales?

DARK PLACE TO HIDE is a chilling psychological mystery with a cold-blooded deviant lurking at the core.

Bio:

AWainesPhotoB&WAJ Waines was a Psychotherapist for fifteen years, during which time she worked with ex-offenders from high-security institutions, giving her a rare insight into abnormal psychology. She is now a full-time novelist with an Agent and has publishing deals in France and Germany (Random House). Both her debut novels, The Evil Beneath and Girl on a Train have been Number One in ‘Murder’ and ‘Psychological Thrillers’ in the UK Kindle Charts. Girl on a Train has also been a Number One Bestseller in the entire Kindle Chart in Australia. In 2015, she was ranked in the Top 100 UK authors on Amazon KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing).

Her new psychological thriller, Dark Place to Hide, was released on July, 2015.

Alison lives in Southampton, UK, with her husband. Visit her website and blog, or follow her on Twitter and Facebook.  Dark Place to Hide is available HERE.

 

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16 Responses to #Excerpt of Dark Place to Hide by AJ Waines

  1. Wow, I was entranced from the first sentence! I am definitely going to have to get this one because I really need to find out what happens next. A question for the author though. Is it available in epub format anywhere?

  2. Superb! I haven’t read writing this good in a long time.
    And my gosh, what premise!

  3. Beth Ann says:

    Wow! I must read more!!! Thanks for sharing!

  4. Definitely an intriguing blurb!

  5. That was amazing! I’m hooked.

  6. Pat Hatt says:

    Sure a very intriguing spot to leave off too. Great writing indeed.

  7. chrysfey says:

    That was an INTENSE and highly-charged excerpt. WOW!

  8. Great excerpt–I’m hooked.

  9. cleemckenzie says:

    I’d keep reading. Interesting style and intriguing characters.

  10. lexacain says:

    Congrats to AJ on her new release! It’s funny, but reading the excerpt I’d guess the genre was Contemp or Mainstream; it’s not what I’d usually think of as a Thriller. But I guess that’s where the “psychological” part comes in – it’s humanistic. Wishing AJ all the best with her book! 🙂

  11. Nick Wilford says:

    That was gripping. So many emotions. Great excerpt and congrats, AJ!

  12. This is so intriguing. I definitely want to know more. The cover is very eye-catching and the excerpt drew me right in. I didn’t want it to end. From the blurb I can tell this is going to be an intense book. Best of luck to AJ- I can’t wait to read more. 🙂

  13. This makes me want to know what else is going on. Great excerpt.

  14. colonialist says:

    Gripping introduction. I read it before the ‘spoiler’ of the blurb, and that gave food for thought. What a pity that, in order to attract readers, a blurb has to provide enough information to spoil some of the impact of the surprises as they occur in the book.

  15. That first chapter draws you in. Great job, AJ!

    Stephanie
    http://stephie5741.blogspot.com

  16. whoa that opening is killer, I love it 🙂 congrats, AJ!

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