Hello everyone, and welcome back to The Bookworm’s Fantasy! I hope you’re all doing well. Today I’m really excited to be taking part in the blog tour for Amanda Robson’s second novel, ‘Guilt’. I really enjoyed her debut so jumped at the chance to take part in this tour! In this post, I’ll be giving you some information on the book, and also sharing an exclusive extract with you. Thanks so much to Avon for the opportunity. Keep reading….
The number 1 bestseller is back!
Your sister. Her secret. The betrayal.
There is no bond greater than blood . . .
When the body of a woman is found stabbed to death, the blame falls to her twin sister. But who killed who? And which one is now the woman behind bars?
Zara and Miranda have always supported each other. But then Zara meets Seb, and everything changes. Handsome, charismatic and dangerous, Seb threatens to tear the sisters’ lives apart – but is he really the one to blame? Or are deeper resentments simmering beneath the surface that the sisters must face up to?
As the sisters’ relationship is stretched to the brink, a traumatic incident in Seb’s past begins to rear its head and soon all three are locked in a psychological battle that will leave someone dead. The question is, who?
About the Author
Amanda Robson is the author of two novels: ‘Obsession’ (2017) and ‘Guilt’ (19th April 2018). After graduating, Amanda Robson worked in medical research at The London Society of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, and at the Poisons Unit at Guy’s Hospital where she became a co-author of a book on cyanide poisoning. Amanda attended the Faber Academy novel writing course in 2011 and now writes full-time.
It’s my turn to ‘cook’ tonight. I have bought three M&S ready meals for £10, and a small bag of frozen peas. I have put them in the carefully pre-heated oven, so now all I have to do is shove the peas in the microwave four minutes before we eat. Sebastian has laid the table. Chores done. Time for a drink.
‘What’s your poison?’ Sebastian asks.
‘Vodka, I think.’
‘Vodka shots? Vodka and tonic, vodka and orange? Vodka and ice?’
‘Let’s not dilute it. Let’s go for shots.’
We snuggle up together on Miranda’s brown leather sofa and start to drink. One shot down, I can already feel the warmth slipping down my throat.
‘I got a distinction for my puppet project,’ I tell him.
He grins from ear to ear, looking so genuinely pleased for me. He pours two more shots. We down them in one.
‘I told you when you were making it how clever you were. Clever. Clever. Clever. Do you remember?’
‘Course I remember.’ I pause. ‘Miranda will be pleased. I can’t wait to tell her.’
‘Frosty face Cunningham. She’s never pleased about anything.’
‘Frosty face? What’s she done to deserve a name like that?’
I lean towards him to see the expression on his face.
‘Your sister’s a difficult bitch,’ he says matter-of-factly.
Happy reading 🙂