Today it is my great pleasure to be joining the blog tour for Hard Return by Rosie Claverton, the fifth book in the Amy Lane series. My thanks go to Anne Cater of Random Things Tours for inviting me to join in. I have a brilliant extract to share with you just as soon as we’ve taken a look at what the book is about.
About the Book
12 men locked in a compound
12 men watching their every move
1 man murdered
When Jason’s friend Lewis is trapped in a secret
prison compound with a murderer, Jason must go back behind bars – but Amy won’t let him go in alone. Hiding their intentions from both the convicts and their watchers, they work together to find justice for the murdered man while keeping their cover. As the danger mounts, Jason, Amy, and Lewis find there might be no escape for any of them – except in death.
The two men shoved Alby down on the ground in front of the officer. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even look at Alby.
One of the new uniforms broke the silence. “He’s a thief.”
The other nodded, the movement of his dreadlocked head casting strange shadows on the ground. “Second offence, sir.”
The officer nodded.
They dragged Alby to his feet again and gave him a push. “Round the block with you then!”
His breath was misting in front of him and Alby was covered in goosepimples, like a turkey ready for the oven. He stood stock still, as if holding his body rigidly might somehow protect him from the wind stinging his dripping, naked body.
Alby looked up then, eyes searching for someone to help him. Lewis resisted the urge to duck his head, waiting for Alby to meet his eye. He wouldn’t play the coward and deny his friend. Yet a small part of him didn’t want to fuck this up after only a couple of minutes, especially not for Alby Bloody Collins.
Alby probably had nicked something. Lewis was the one who had trained him to thieve after all, and he was bloody good at it. What he wasn’t good at was discretion. If he’d stolen something of value, he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from flaunting it. He deserved whatever punishment was coming to him.
It was hard to judge the temperature when Lewis was just out of a metal box, cocooned in sensible layers against the chill. It wasn’t freezing, but it wasn’t a balmy summer’s evening either. Would Alby get hypothermia from jogging round the block? Was Lewis leaving him to die out here?
Were these men prepared to take that chance? What rules were there in this place anyway? What happened if a man died out here? Would anyone care?
Alby saw him. “Lewis! Lewis, you wouldn’t let them do this, would you?”
All eyes were suddenly on him. He felt the officer watching him particularly, as Alby took one staggering step towards him. The man who’d shoved Alby hauled him back and tried again to propel him away from them, away from the bright light and into the darkness.
He hadn’t meant to speak. Yet the focus was back on him, as Lewis stumbled forward and unzipped his fleece jacket. He chucked it at Alby’s chest, furious with his friend, and at himself for losing front so quickly. But his fucking conscience wouldn’t let them send Alby out into the night like that.
“Run fucking fast,” he said, voice harsh even to his ears.
Years of instinctive obedience kicked in and Alby ran, not even stopping to put on the jacket, swiftly disappearing into the inky blackness beyond the floodlights.
Someone grabbed at his T-shirt, but Lewis stuck his palm flat against the man’s chest, holding him away. The dreadlocked man held him fast.
“You ain’t been here five minutes and you’re already interfering. It won’t go well for you.”
Lewis didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared down the bloke until he released his shirt.
“I don’t make the rules here.” The officer spoke with an accent from deep within the heart of England. “You make them, you play by them.”
He fixed Lewis with his dark eyes, the rest of his face completely in shadow.
“You live by them. You die by them.”
Intrigued? I know I am. If you’d like to buy a copy of the book for yourself then you can find it at the following link: Amazon
About the Author
Rosie Claverton is a novelist, screenwriter, and junior psychiatrist. She grew up in Devon, daughter to a Sri Lankan father and a Norfolk mother, surrounded by folk mythology and surly sheep. She moved to Cardiff to study Medicine and adopted Wales as her home. She then moved to London to specialise in psychiatry.
Her first short film Dragon Chasers aired on BBC Wales in Autumn 2012. She co-wrote the ground-breaking series of short films The Underwater Realm. Her Cardiff-based crime series The Amy Lane Mysteries is published by Crime Scene Books.
Between writing and medicine, she blogs about psychiatry and psychology for writers in her Freudian Script series, advocating for accurate and sensitive portrayals of people with mental health problems in fiction.
Recently returned to Cardiff, she lives with her journalist husband and their nearly new daughter.
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