Sneaky Peek : Emma Pullar

Hi everyone!

I want to thank Liz for inviting me on her wonderful blog. Liz and I share a publisher, so some of you might already know me but for those who don’t, my name is Emma Pullar and I write dark fiction and children’s books.

My new novel is a serial killer thriller and is also my crime debut. While I’m a little nervous about switching to a new genre, I’m also extremely excited to share this story with everyone. 

It's a real pleasure to welcome Emma onto The Crime Warp today, particularly as there are Doughnuts!!!! 

Blurb for Paper Dolls

When a bizarre set of murders take place in London, three flatmates become embroiled in the terrifying mystery.

Mike, Beatrice and Kerri all share a flat and a passion to move their careers forward.  When Mike, a frustrated mime in Trafalgar Square, lays eyes on performance artist Princess, his world begins to unravel. Meanwhile, Kerri is struggling to hold onto her job as a journalist, when she stumbles across a body, which turns out to be the third victim of the Paper Doll Killer. Beatrice, who was once a bestselling author, looks to the series of murders for inspiration but finds a lot more than she bargained for.

As the three flatmates discover they each have links to the killer they start to turn on one another. Who might be next? Why does the killer paint the victim’s cheeks and lips with blood? What purpose do the paper dolls serve?

As the deranged Paper Doll Killer continues to stalk the streets of London there’s only one question that needs to be answered … is anyone safe?

‘A deadly game of cat n’ mouse… Pullar’s dark mind is a force to be reckoned with.’ - Bestselling author LV Hay

Excerpt from Paper Dolls

The living-room door opens and makes you jump. The scissors drop from your hand and clack on the blond laminate floor. His melon head appears between the door and the frame.

‘Vera from next door.’ He smiles. ‘Wanted a cup of milk. I gave her some. I’ll pick up a pint for her later.’ He talks to you like you’re his wife. Like you’re not here against your will. Like he isn’t blackmailing you. How can he be so kind to that old lady next door yet do unspeakable things to you? ‘Tidy your things away, Princess, I’m going to get the box.’

You cringe inside. His head disappears behind the door. He’s going to get the ‘toys’. The ones he will hurt you with again. You glance down at the red marks on your palm where you gripped the scissors tightly. Your eyes travel to Cinderella. She was a slave; not a sex slave but she was made to scrub the house and was treated badly by those meant to be her family. She became a princess with the help of her fairy godmother, but you don’t have that luxury. You will have to rescue yourself. He always calls you ‘Princess’; perhaps you should take the power back, own that name, as your friend Jess would say when people called her a bitch. Your gaze moves to the vacuum cleaner beside Cinders and then to the one on the floor beside you.

You nervously twiddle with your hair before reaching down and grasping the metal pole. It’s hot in the tiny room, but despite the heat you’re shaking like the temperature has dropped below freezing. You drag the round vac over to the door. Its wheels roll clumsily across the uneven floor. You raise the vacuum cleaner pipe and grip it tightly in both hands. You wait. Heart drumming in your chest, face throbbing like it’s on fire. His heavy footsteps thud against the floorboards. They thunder louder and louder down the hallway. The door trembles in its frame as he comes closer. Your quick breaths are loud in your ears.

            The door creaks open…

BIO: Emma Pullar is an award-winning writer of dark fiction and children’s books. She dabbles in screenwriting and has won/been shortlisted for several short story/script competitions. You can find Emma on Twitter/Instagram/Facebook or lurking in the shadows, spying on people in the name of inspiration and creativity.  www.emmapullar.com