I am delighted to be involved for the blog tour for this must read for all paranormal fiction fans! Here’s a little synopsis and opening extract for you below 👇
1648. Alie Gowdie marries Richard Webster during a turbulent time in Scotland’s history. Charles I is about to lose his head, and little does Alie know that she too will meet a grisly end within the year.
2019. Sarah Sutherland is struggling to cope with the demands of her day job, caring for her elderly father and keeping tabs on her backpacking daughter. She wanted to be an archaeologist, but now in her forties, she is divorced, alone, and there seems to be no respite, no glimmer of excitement on the horizon. However, she does have a special affinity with the Kilgour Witch, Alie Gowdie, who lived in Sarah’s cottage until her execution in 1648, and Sarah likes nothing better than to retreat into a world of sorcery, spells and religious fanaticism.
Her stories delight tourists as she leads them along the cobbled streets of her home town, but what really lies behind the tale of Alie Gowdie, the Kilgour Witch? Can Sarah uncover the truth in order to right a centuries-old wrong? And what else might modern-day Kilgour be hiding, just out of sight?
Extract from A Sight Unseen
Sarah
I don’t know about you, but if things aren’t in order I find it impossible to think straight.
My colleagues tease me, mock the neatness of my desk, the way everything has to be lined up symmetrically. But the alternative, as I keep telling them, is chaos, and I don’t do chaos. I take a sip of cold tea from my china mug and check my phone. It’s on silent, but it never leaves my sight. Chaos could be on the other end of a missed call.
Steeling myself, I hitch up the cuffs of my managerial jacket and clasp my hands in front of me on the desk. My palms are sweaty and my mouth is tinder dry; I hate confrontation. My favourite pen, an envelope and the letter, printed on our best quality headed stationery, are all in place. I will sign it in his presence. It will carry more weight that way, be more of a statement. Then, I will simply stuff it into the envelope marked Mr Grant Tranter and wave him goodbye.
Job done.
A sharp rap on the door is followed by the sight of Grant Tranter’s short bouncy dreadlocks. His cocky grin is already in place. I’m about to knock that off, big style, and my heart sinks. I’m not the sort of person who enjoys destroying smiles.
‘Come in, Grant. Take a seat.’
He settles himself in the chair on the opposite side of my desk. His teal-striped uniform shirt is unbuttoned more than is strictly advised, and he’s doing that manspreading thing, taking up a ridiculous amount of space. I avert my gaze from his muscular thighs.
‘Am I in trouble, boss?’
He’s such an actor, Grant. I don’t need to look at him to see the puppy dog expression, the melting eyes. He knows how to turn on the charm.
‘What do you think, Grant?’ I meet his gaze steadily, willing myself not to be intimidated by his youth, his boldness.
‘Is it about me taking a ride on the warehouse door?’ He can see from my face that this little nugget has escaped me, and he’s happy to elaborate. ‘It’s a thing we do on night shift. You press the button and catch hold of the shutter handle and it scoots you upwards. Better than Alton Towers, although there’s quite a drop. Usually we jump down onto a pile of rubbish sacks . . .’
I hold up a hand. ‘Grant. Just stop. You’re in enough trouble as it is. I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a written and final warning.’ I indicate the paper in front of me. ‘Wisebuy Supermarkets is very clear about the consequences of any breach of its health and safety protocol, and to be honest, Grant, you have flouted the rules consistently since you came to us.’
The smile fades. I think he’s realising he’s not going to wriggle out of this one. ‘That time I went AWOL was for perfectly legitimate reasons.’