Welcome to our stop of Shelia Mary Taylor's Pinpoint book tour! This tour is hosted by Bewitching Book Tours and today we get to spotlight the book and give you a little sneak peek into Julia's life as well as a chance to win a copy of the book for yourself.
About The Book
A lawyer,
a murderer and a policeman - caught in a tangled web of love, loss, terror and
intrigue.
When lawyer Julia Grant interviews Sam Smith who has been charged with an especially vicious murder, she feels a strange connection to him, as if she has met him before, as if he holds the key to something she has forgotten among the unbearable memories from her past she has determinedly blotted out.
He feels a connection too. "Julia, you are the only one who can help me," he pleads.
Is it the same connection? Does he know something she cannot recall?
When he is duly convicted despite her best efforts, he suddenly turns on her in the courtroom and threatens that one day he will make sure to wreak his revenge on her.
But why? What has she ever done to him?
And then, on his way to prison, he escapes ......
When lawyer Julia Grant interviews Sam Smith who has been charged with an especially vicious murder, she feels a strange connection to him, as if she has met him before, as if he holds the key to something she has forgotten among the unbearable memories from her past she has determinedly blotted out.
He feels a connection too. "Julia, you are the only one who can help me," he pleads.
Is it the same connection? Does he know something she cannot recall?
When he is duly convicted despite her best efforts, he suddenly turns on her in the courtroom and threatens that one day he will make sure to wreak his revenge on her.
But why? What has she ever done to him?
And then, on his way to prison, he escapes ......
About The Author
Sheila Mary Taylor was born in
Cape Town beneath the towering slopes of Table Mountain. Her Scottish parents,
both serious academics and writers, despaired of her, as the things that turned
her on as a youngster seemed far removed from their serious world of academia.
And no wonder. Cape Town was a
distracting paradise to grow up in: mountain climbing, surfing in the
glistening waters of the Indian Ocean, roller-skating, riding, hunting – and
parties galore. She did it all, although the thing she loved most was dancing,
and until she was twenty-three when she met Colin, her husband-to-be, on a
visit to the UK, she wanted to make ballet her career. But having been
surrounded by wall-to-wall books from an early age, and listening to music
almost non-stop as her father played his hi-fi classical records so loud it was
like having an orchestra in the house, was bound to have a belated influence on
her. Yet it was only much later that these two strong influences – combined
with the clock-ticking heartbreak of her youngest son Andrew being diagnosed
with teenage cancer – would change her life and kick-start her writing
career.
Her plethora of unusual
activities: jockey in amateur ladies’
races, exhibition roller skating in night-clubs, a spell of acting and
directing, secretary to a diplomat, creator and editor of a dramatic society
magazine, dancing in the Royal Albert Hall, and above all, living in exciting
exotic places around the world with Colin, her mining engineer husband of
almost sixty incredible years – have all enriched and inspired her writing.
The Excerpt
Strangeways Prison, Manchester, England (September 1994)
" I've
represented many murderers and am often surprised at how normal they
appear. But this one is different. As he walks into the interview room
he stops dead. His mouth drops open. His eyes bulge. His elbows clamp to
his sides as though a knife has plunged into his back. And he looks
straight at me unlike most who bow their heads till I say something to
make them feel at ease, and who look past me when they tell me their
stories. Not this one.
'Please sit down,' I say. His name is Smith. Sam Smith. This is what it says on his file cover. It's what he called himself when he was interviewed by the police.
'I know it seems stupid,' I say, 'but can I ask you to confirm your name? Your full name.'
I don't know. I just don't see him as a Sam Smith. Stupid name anyway. Nobody calls their kid that. Maybe I'll know from the way he tells me. The name, when he says it himself, will either sound like it belongs or like he's pretending.
'Sam Smith,' he says, and something in the timbre of his voice gels with the curve of his lips and the way his slightly protruding eyes follow mine...
And now he's nodding his head. Or am I imagining it? And there's an almost imperceptible smile on his face. That smile. And those eyes. I grip the desk. I can't breathe. My skin turns cold, clammy. My fingers tingle. A fragment of a long forgotten memory skitters through my head then vanishes...
There's only one person I've ever known with eyes like those. And my darling twin brother died twenty-six years ago. Before my real life began.
Scary coincidence.
But let's get on with it and start the job - it's going to be a long haul, and he's got a lot to do to beat the charge. Murder. Horrible, cold-blooded, psychopathic, sexually motivated sadism.
And I think I know him. "
'Please sit down,' I say. His name is Smith. Sam Smith. This is what it says on his file cover. It's what he called himself when he was interviewed by the police.
'I know it seems stupid,' I say, 'but can I ask you to confirm your name? Your full name.'
I don't know. I just don't see him as a Sam Smith. Stupid name anyway. Nobody calls their kid that. Maybe I'll know from the way he tells me. The name, when he says it himself, will either sound like it belongs or like he's pretending.
'Sam Smith,' he says, and something in the timbre of his voice gels with the curve of his lips and the way his slightly protruding eyes follow mine...
And now he's nodding his head. Or am I imagining it? And there's an almost imperceptible smile on his face. That smile. And those eyes. I grip the desk. I can't breathe. My skin turns cold, clammy. My fingers tingle. A fragment of a long forgotten memory skitters through my head then vanishes...
There's only one person I've ever known with eyes like those. And my darling twin brother died twenty-six years ago. Before my real life began.
Scary coincidence.
But let's get on with it and start the job - it's going to be a long haul, and he's got a lot to do to beat the charge. Murder. Horrible, cold-blooded, psychopathic, sexually motivated sadism.
And I think I know him. "
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The Tour
December 10 - Interview at It's Raining Books
December 11 - Spotlight at Marked By Books
December 12 - Guest Blog and Review at PW Creighton
December 13 - Spotlight at Books & Beauty
December 15 - Guest Blog at Reginamayross's Blog
December 17 - Interview at DEB SANDERS
December 20 - Promo at Sarah Ballance
December 22 - Interview and Review at The Wormhole
December 23 Character - First Chapter at Laurie's Non-Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews
December 24 - Interview and Promo at JeanzBookReadNReview
December 24 - Guest Blog and Promo at Queen of All She Reads
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