Broken – Betsy Reavley
Today I am pleased to be able to participate in the blog tour for Broken by Betsy Reavley. My thanks go to Bloodhound Books for my spot on this tour.
About the Book
Annabel, a troubled young woman trying to put her life back together, decides to take a trip to the Suffolk coast to clear her head and get away from her mother. But when she arrives in the little seaside town, she discovers a series of grisly murders have taken place and police are searching for a twisted killer.
After a fateful meeting with a mysterious stranger, Jude, the course of her life changes and soon she finds peace in a world away from the misery she has known.
But when Jude comes under suspicion from the police, and her idyllic world is threatened, Annabel’s happy existence starts to become a nightmare.
Can Annabel escape her painful past or is her fate sealed? And why is she haunted by horrific visions when she seems on the verge of finding happiness?
This astonishing novel will take you on a shattering journey through Annabel’s fight for survival and will ask if the greatest threat we pose is to ourselves.
Suitable for over 18’s only. It contains graphic scenes some readers may find disturbing.
(Please note this is a change in title having previously been published under the title Beneath the Watery Moon)
Betsy Reavley has made me fall in love with this story and ripped my guts out at the same time. The most beautiful and poetic story takes a leap in to the dark side leaving you wondering. Not for the faint hearted. Compelling work from a highly talented author. – Alexina Golding reader review
Due to other issues, I have not been able to read this in advance of the review, but could not let the publication of this book go by without me participating in the blog tour. I am seriously looking forward to this book landing on my kindle and will add to my ever growing TBR pile and read shortly.
To celebrate the publication ofthis book I am pleased to be able to share an extract with you and hopefully you will be also eagerly going off to buy this book and looking forward to curling up with a nice drink of your choice (hot chocolate), some chocolate itself and a nice comfty chair to read in.
I still couldn’t speak, so I shrugged, looking into the bottom of my empty glass.
‘I’ll be back in a mo.’ Jude stood and pushed his chair away as he spoke, and left the table. He returned a moment later with a pint of water.
‘I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you could do with this.’
He pushed the glass to me, with a kind but sad expression.
‘Jesus, am I that bad?’ I asked. I took a sip of water. He seemed satisfied by this and sat back to watch the musician, who was by now half-cut himself. We sat together, not speaking, for a few songs.
‘Why are you here?’ he asked.
Taken aback by the question, I felt compelled to be honest. I opened up to this stranger about my life and the spell I’d spent in the psychiatric hospital. It poured out of me with frightening ease. I unburdened everything that had been swimming around my troubled head since my release, and with each confession the weight on my shoulders felt lighter. Jude listened, his eyes fixed on mine, nodding with understanding, not interrupting.
Instead of feeling judged, I felt like a Catholic in the confessional. The more I spoke, the less I cared whether he understood or not: the release was what I needed. I’d been so lonely and trapped within my own head, it was a blast of freedom and enlightenment to talk to someone else.
After my monologue I felt like a new person. I looked around the bar to find it was nearly empty, and the man with the guitar had given up and gone home. Sally was behind the bar, polishing glasses and chatting merrily to a gentleman who was clearly trying to get away.
Jude looked down at his hands; I could tell he was deciding what to say.
‘You needn’t say anything,’ I told him, ‘I’m not after pity or advice. I just wanted to get it all out. Don’t worry, I’m not dangerous or anything.’ The statement sounded eccentric.
‘I was a lost soul, once,’ he said, pulling his chair closer, ‘but I’ve since found happiness. It’s late now, but I’d like to talk to you about it sometime, if you’d let me?’ His words slid over me like butter.
‘Tomorrow,’ he said, getting up. ‘Meet me tomorrow at eleven, in the bar, and I’ll tell you all about my journey.’
‘OK,’ I agreed, also standing, and feeling more sober than I deserved. ‘My name is Annabel, by the way. Guess I’ll see you then.’
With that, the mysterious Jude left the bar and walked out into the night. I stood, stunned, wondering what on earth had just happened; Sally broke my reverie.
‘Seems you have an admirer, my love. Word of advice though, he ain’t exactly normal.’
‘Neither am I,’ I said, smiling as I stepped out to light a cigarette. I set off walking and followed the winding tarmac from the pub towards the shore, as the lights from a truck came creeping up behind me.
Wow can someone please come and take over my hecticness that is stopping me from reading all day and let me read this book now!!
About the Author
Author of The Quiet Ones, The Optician's Wife, Frailty, Carrion, Beneath the Watery Moon and the poetry collection The Worm in the Bottle. Betsy was born in Hammersmith, London.
As a child she moved around frequently with her family, spending time in London, Provence, Tuscany, Gloucestershire and Cambridgeshire.
She showed a flair for literature and writing from a young age and had a particular interest in poetry, of which she was a prolific consumer and producer.
In her early twenties she moved to Oxford, where she would eventually meet her husband. During her time in Oxford her interests turned from poetry to novels and she began to develop her own unique style of psychological thriller.
Betsy says "I believe people are at their most fascinating when they are faced by the dark side of life. This is what I like to write about."
Betsy Reavley currently lives in London, with her husband, 2 children, dog, cat and chickens.
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