Her Name Was Rose by Claire Allan @ClaireAllan @AvonBooksUK #blogtour #extract

Today I am delighted to join the blog tour for the new release from Claire Allan, Her Name Was Rose. Thanks to Sabah Khan from Avon for inviting me to join the tour. I have a great extract to share with you all in just a moment, but first let’s take a look at the all important book blurb.

hnwrAbout the book

Her name was Rose. You watched her die. And her death has created a vacancy.

When Emily lets a stranger step out in front of her, she never imagines that split second will change her life. But after Emily watches a car plough into the young mother – killing her instantly – she finds herself unable to move on.

And then she makes a decision she can never take back.

Because Rose had everything Emily had ever dreamed of. A beautiful, loving family, a great job and a stunning home. And now Rose’s husband misses his wife, and their son needs a mother. Why couldn’t Emily fill that space?

But as Emily is about to discover, no one’s life is perfect … and not everything is as it seems.

Her Name Was Rose

by Claire Allan

She was a receptionist at a busy dental practice.

    Scott’s in Shipquay Street.

    The child in the pram was her son – Jack, twenty months old.

    She was married.

    Believed to be the wife of local author, Cian Grahame, winner of the prestigious 2015 Simpson Literary Award for his third novel, From Darkness Comes Light.

    The news updated. Facebook went into overdrive. People giving details. Offering condolences. Sharing rumours. Suggesting a fund be set up to pay for the funeral and support baby Jack, despite the fact that, by all accounts, Cian Grahame was successful and clearly not in any great need of financial support.

    Pictures were shared. Rose Grahame – smiling, blonde, hair in one of those messy buns that actually take an age to get right. Sunglasses on her head. Kissing the pudgy cheek of an angelic-faced baby. A smiling husband beside her – tall, dark and handsome (of course). A bit stubbly but in a sexy way – not in a layabout-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-shave way. He was grinning at his wife and their son.

    It was all just an awful, awful tragedy.

    Someone tagged Rose Grahame into their comment saying, ‘Rose, I will miss you hun. Always smiling. Sleep well.’ As if Rose Grahame was going to read it just because it was on Facebook. Does heaven have Wi-Fi?

    Of course I clicked through to her profile. I wanted to know more about her – more than the snippets the news told me, more than the smile she gave me as I held the door to let her through, more than the gaunt stare she gave me as she lay dead on the ground, the colour literally draining from her.

    I expected her profile to be a bit of a closed book. So many are – privacy settings set to Fort Knox levels. But Rose clearly didn’t care about her privacy settings. Perhaps because her life was so gloriously happy that she wanted the whole world to know.

    I found myself studying her timeline for hours – scanning through her photo albums. She never seemed to be without a smile. Or without friends to keep her company.

Oooooohhhh. That sounds intriguing. Cant wait to get stuck into the book now. If you’d like to read more for yourself you can find it at the following retailers:

Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~ Kobo ~ Waterstones

About the Author

Claire Allan is an Irish author who has previously written women’s fiction. A former journalist, this is her first psychological thriller.

Author links: Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Website

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