Blog tour; Summer reads Sneaky peeks: J.A. Baker's Finding Eva

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Blurb
 Eva is desperate to leave London and head north to uncover her past. Fostered as a child, she is determined to find out why her parents refused to have her back and cut all contact.

Celia is deeply concerned about Eva’s quest. Friends for many years, she can see the pitfalls of such a move and follows Eva, certain she can convince her friend to forget about her past and focus on the future.

In Whitby, Eva meets with Gareth with whom she used to be in a relationship. He is furious with Eva and sets out for revenge. Why is Gareth so angry and why is Celia so hell bent on stopping Eva from meeting her biological parents?

In a place where secrets go back many years, is it possible for everyone to forget what went before or are they all too damaged to salvage anything from it? Revenge, madness and murder feature in this thriller that has a final twist at the end.

Author Biography

J.A. Baker was born and brought up in the North East of England and sets her books there. She lives

in a village on the outskirts of Durham with her husband and dog. She has four adult children and a grandchild. When she’s not working or writing, she loves to sit in her garden and admire the view of the river that runs at the bottom of it. Her latest release, Finding Eva, is set in Whitby, a place she loves to visit as often as she can.

Finding Eva, is J.A. Baker’s fourth novel and another psychological thriller. Her previous three novels all made it into the Kindle Top 100. J.A. Baker is currently working on her fifth novel, due for release in January 2019. You can visit her on her website at:

jabakerauthor.com

Alternatively you can visit her author page on Amazon at:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/J.A.-Baker/e/B06XSNWB4T/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Or follow her on Facebook or Twitter at:

www.facebook.com/thewriterjude/

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Sneaky peek

The people in the crowd jostle for space, a huddle of hot bodies crushed together; pushing, shoving, manners and decency all but forgotten. Their heads bob about as they stand on tip toes, everybody teetering and falling as they peer across the road in the vain hope of getting a better view of the deceased. Dead bodies. That’s what it’s all about. It’s the thought of death and blood and gore that draws the crowds, especially round these parts. This is a rarity; a tragedy like this happening in their neck of the woods. The closest they usually come to crime is the odd bit of shoplifting, or the occasional argument in the pub on a Friday night when the alcohol is flowing freely, but this… this is something completely out of their comfort zone. A crime of this ilk is in a different league. There have been murders here in the past, many years back, but it’s hardly commonplace; this is a rare occurrence that shocks and horrifies the locals. This place is a friendly area famous for its tourists and landmarks, not for its dead.

It was a young neighbour who told the locals; the same woman who alerted the authorities, calling for an ambulance, yelling that they had to hurry up. She was the one who listened to the screams, the one who burst in and found the victims. She was the one who heard them die.

Voices filter out from the mass of curious bodies that sway from side to side as they push forward towards the crime scene, their murmurs and chatter piercing the chill of the mid-morning spring air.

‘Two people involved apparently.’

‘I heard it was three.’

‘Police won’t release any details but we all know who lives there, don’t we?’

‘It was poor Gillian who sounded the alarm. In a right state she is, by all accounts. She was out the back, sweeping up leaves, and heard screaming.’

The mumbling and gossip hangs over their heads and swarms about, words and sounds buzzing around in an invisible haze only to be swallowed up by a collective gasp as the front door opens and a police officer steps out. His face is impassive as he scans the hordes of onlookers before marching past, bending down and dipping into a nearby unmarked car. The disappointment of the waiting crowd at not seeing anything of any significance is so tangible you can almost taste it.