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That Killer Image

Books Make Perfect Christmas Presents

25th November 2023 by claireladds Leave a Comment

I love Christmas shopping. Not the actual shopping – the food, and trying to figure out which socks are the right size, and did Great Aunty Helen actually already have a sandwich toaster? – because, to me, that’s an absolute nightmare. No, what I love is the atmosphere – the lights, the beautiful displays, the sound of carols and Christmas songs filterign through the air, the myriad smells of food cooking on the street stalls, the quirky gifts that you can find, especially those ones that have been lovingly created by a real human being, where you can tell that time and energy has been poured into them.

This latter is how I see books: one of the quirky gifts. The story itself has been created in the author’s head, then formed, layers added to build it into a narrative, its separate parts dovetailed then worked on until it has perfectly working joins, sanded into seamless storytelling, varnished and finally displayed in its own individual, beautiful form. How exciting is that – to be able to read the ideas that have been created in a writer’s imagination, and encapsulated in such a tangible form?! As you read this post, you’ll notice how much I value the opportunity of being able to give books at Christmas, as much as being a recipient of them.

My absolute favourite place to be at Christmastime is a bookshop. In truth, you’d be hard pushed to keep me out of them all year round, but there’s something extra cosy, extra exciting, about being there knowing I’m choosing something for a loved one to read. To me, giving a book is a more modern development of the tradition of oral storytelling. We all absorb story in many ways every day, from novels to conversations to adverts on the TV, and in many more ways, too. Instead of passing a story on to others around a fire, it’s become a physical (or digital, or audio) form that enables the recipient of the story to engage with their imagination on a deep level, and at their own pace. The book itself acts as a conduit between the author’s imagination and the reader’s innate desire for story. We need them to act as an overarching metaphor, a point of identity with a character or a situation, or with choices and consequences, to help make sense of our own lives.

As a voracious reader, I consume story in as many ways as possible. But I have to say that there is something special about holding a book in my hands, smelling the pages (yes, I do that!), leafing through the sheets and sheets that contain insights that I wouldn’t ever have been able to experience in the way that I do, had the invention of the printing press never come into existence. But, for me, the experience is magnified during the cold UK winter weather, as the rain batters on the bookshop windows and dusk becomes darkness outside. The bookshop becomes a haven, a cosy-lit home-from-home for book lovers. The place is wallpapered with bookshelves, carpeted with tables of new, bestselling and on-offer novels, and you can often sit and read the books you buy or – in some bookshops – before you do so. What I especially love is that the people around me are all there doing exactly the same as me, and chances are they’re as much of a bibliophile as I am!

I remember going into bookshops as a child, determined that I was going to:

a) buy everyone in my entire family a book to read for Christmas because I loved choosing the books, loved the secret shenanigans I got up to beforehand as I tried to discover which books in a series they’d already got and which they still needed, and because they were easy to wrap nicely(!), and

b) point out to the adult(s) with me which books I really thought were amazing, and stand looking longingly at them – surely someone would take the hint… (you can’t blame a book-obsessed girl for trying!).

What I have never forgotten, however, is the sheer wonder I experienced while taking the time to choose presents for my loved ones. My perusals which led to learning about so many more genres than I read myself at the time, elation at being surrounded by so many books in general and the shelves and shelves of Agatha Christie books in particular (my local branch of WH Smith at the time had an entire wall devoted to Christie novels), and the ultimate book-buying that connected us through a love of reading, even if that’s not what I realised I was doing at the time. A gift from one reader to another, for me, is something very special and personal. Nowadays, of course, we can choose to buy paperbacks and hardbacks, or gift e-books instead. We can even give people the opportunity of reading with their ears through audiobooks – something I wish I’d been able to offer up as presents for certain members of my family when I was a child. There really is something for everyone nowadays. And I truly think that’s wonderful.

If you are planning on buying books as Christmas presents this year, I hope you have as much fun doing it as I do. And if you open up your presents on Christmas Day and find that someone has taken the time to try and connect with your imagination through a story they think you’ll love, then you have, in my opinion, been given a gift that will keep on giving. It will give love to you every time you read it, or think about it, or when it inspires your own imagination or wish to devour more stories.

Our real lives revolve around the story we live every day. Not all of us are fortunate enough to be able to choose how that story plays out, either some or all of that time. So, at Christmastime, why not let someone you know have the enjoyment of living in their imaginations with the characters that authors have created for those who love the kinds of stories they offer up as gifts, so that we can lose ourselves in them? It might turn out to be the best gift you could ever give.

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(It would be remiss of me – as an author – to not throw in a cheeky quick mention my own books here. If you’d like to see the ones I have on offer, you can find all my books here. Maybe you could stuff a loved one’s new reading device with e-books, or grab a paperback stocking filler for the suspense reader in your life.)

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That Killer Image: Read an Extract (Do You Love Prologues?, Part 2)

11th February 2023 by claireladds 1 Comment

Welcome to the second in my mini-series as I give a bit of well-deserved love to one of my favourite writing devices – prologues (and I love reading them, too!).

The extract I have for you today is from That Killer Image, one of my Darker Minds Crime & Suspense books. I have a particular love of prologues that show the reader something that happened in the past life of one of the characters, and which directly influences the life of the clear ‘villain’ of the book. It allows the reader to keep this event in mind as they watch the villain build up to their darkest deed of all, or maybe change over the course of the story and come to terms with this event of the past. The reader has an opportunity to question the behaviour, knowing what they do about the character. It may even make the reader complicit in the dark deeds, or at best, unable to do anything but watch and shout, ‘No, don’t do it!’ But, imprisoned in the book as he/she is, the villain can’t hear you…

I’m not giving away spoilers by telling you that this prologue is all about Anthony, and if you’ve read the novel you’ll know how quickly it’s obvious that he’s going to be the bad boy of the book. We first meet him when he a small boy. Anthony loves and adores his mother, and in particular, certain features about her. A specific event that occurred in his childhood has a massive impact on his psychology – and on his dreadful motivations for what he does (which I’m definitely not giving away!) in That Killer Image. I hope you enjoy it. Or that it creeps you out, just a bit, by the end. Either way, it means the prologue did one of its jobs!

Please note that, as my extracts are crime-related books or dark fiction of some kind, they are suitable for an adult readership. Please read responsibly.

Happy reading!

Claire

P.S. I’ve replaced any swear words in the novel with ****, for the purposes of this extract. Please also be aware that this scene contains domestic abuse and death/murder and in no way condones either. If this is likely to upset or trigger you in any way, please skip this extract.

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Prologue

Anthony rubbed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. His eyelids stung and he yawned until his mouth became a gigantic hole that made the rest of his face screw up around it. That made his eyes worse. He tuned into the noise, listened in silence, until it stopped being something that rumbled up and down through the wall and turned into proper voices. There was shouting. What was the shouting for?

He peeled himself out of his bedsheets, grabbed his teddy bear, the one that Mummy had given him, and stumbled his way across the floorboards to the bedroom door. His pyjamas were still too big for him and they got under his feet and tried to trip him up, but Mummy liked them because they were blue. He wriggled the striped trousers up until the waistband was over his ribs as he pressed his ear against the door. That was Mummy’s voice on the landing. And there was a man. He’d heard that voice many times before, when he was very little. When he was five. But he was a big boy now, at nine. He was the man of the house. That’s what Mummy always said.

The handle of his bedroom door squeaked, so he was really careful to move it so slowly that the squeak got bored and didn’t bother making a noise. He opened the door just enough for half his body to lean through and he clutched Teddy tightly to his chest as the voices became clear, loud.

His feet got stuck in his pyjama legs as he inched himself into the gap and he yanked at each one in turn until his toes reappeared. The floor was cold, but not as icy as the air that blew from the landing into his room. He shivered as he watched Mummy and the man. The man who only came home when business was done, or when he needed to. The man who was his father.

Before Uncle John died, he’d told him that his father’s ‘business’ was mainly in being a guest of Her Majesty. Anthony had been so excited to tell everyone, because how many other children would be able to say their father was staying with the Queen? Then, one day, a tall boy with a big fist and missing teeth had hit him, and worse, and told him what that really meant. All the other boys had laughed and called him ‘convict’s kid’ while he’d curled up on the grass, tasting blood and clutching his ribs. That was the day he knew he hated his father.

Anthony hated him now, while he watched the man shouting into Mummy’s face. It made her look away so all Anthony could see of her was the waves in her hair. Father was holding Mummy by the shoulders now. He was shaking her. It made Anthony’s chest hurt. Nobody should be touching his Mummy. Only he was allowed. He wanted her to wrap her arms around him now, so he felt warm and she could rock him to sleep, just like on those other nights when he still had bad dreams.

Mummy was shouting into the man’s face, his father’s face, but Anthony couldn’t understand what she said. She’d never used those words to him. Mummy only ever smiled at him – smiled and sang lullabies and read him stories, and looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes. They had specks of grey in them. Each one looked like a tiny teardrop, the same shape as her silver necklace.

The lamplight at the top of the stairs lit up half of his father’s body. Half a dark beard, the side of his nose, and one big hand that now grabbed Mummy’s face while he shouted back at her. More words Anthony didn’t understand. He couldn’t see Mummy’s face, just the light shining on the edge of the teardrop shape of her necklace, and on the part that spun in the middle, and that held a picture of her and him. She said it was so she always had him close to her heart.

Anthony’s heart thumped in his chest like it had done when the boys had kicked him to the ground. Mummy and his father pushed and shoved and knocked against the handrail along the landing. The wood made cracking sounds as they thudded against the spindles. Teddy’s face squashed against the door frame as Anthony took another step forward to watch. He called out. ‘Mummy?’

His father spun to face him.

‘Get back inside your bedroom, boy.’

Anthony shot back inside the room, leaving just his head peering around the door frame, his eyes fixed on Mummy and the way she grasped onto his father’s clothes. She was shaking the front of his shirt, shrieking in his face. Anthony flinched. He hated hearing her like this. Father made Mummy like this. He would have bad dreams again, about what it was like before. It was perfect when it was just him and Mummy, and father was somewhere else and didn’t come home. Why did he have to come home?

The icy night air whipped itself around Anthony’s face as the argument went on. His father reached out and tried to grab Mummy’s necklace. She put her hand over it and screamed at his father to get out of the house. Anthony clutched Teddy to his ear to try and drown out the slap that sent Mummy’s head reeling sideways. For one second, her eyes caught his and a feeling he didn’t recognise shot through him.

‘My house. And my rules. You’re my wife and you’ll do as I **** well tell you to. What the **** are you looking at?’

His father swung around again. Eyeballed him. Took two steps towards Anthony’s bedroom door.

‘I thought I told you to go back into your room. Just like your **** mother. I’ll sort you out. You’ll learn to be like me, boy.’

Mummy’s voice screeched across the landing. ‘Don’t you dare touch him. He’ll never be like you. He’s better than you could ever be.’

Anthony stood, his feet frozen, the stripy trouser legs tangling themselves under his feet once again. His arms shook where he clung to the teddy bear that Mummy had given him on the day he was born. Father no longer seemed to care that Anthony was standing there. He was shaking Mummy. Shaking her and shaking her. He was shouting words that sounded cruel but that Anthony had never heard before. Mummy had her back against the handrail and she was gripping it until her knuckles stood out like white marbles. His father was thrusting his head at hers, saying the same words over and over.

‘You’ll do it for them. Why won’t you do it for me?’ His hand was at Mummy’s dress, pushing at the material. Pushing it up and up and Mummy was shoving him off her. But his father kept pushing and pushing his hand further and further up her dress.

Anthony was the man of the house. Mummy said so.

‘Get off her. Get off my Mummy. Leave her alone.’

His father was laughing. Laughing at him. He was saying bad things about Mummy. Bad things to him, and he didn’t want to hear these things about her because they weren’t true. Mummy was the best person in the world and he loved her and his father would not say bad things about her. He wouldn’t let him.

Anthony ran. He ran straight forward and shoved his hand and Teddy into his father’s stomach. His father grunted and he let go of Mummy and stumbled backwards, landing across the floorboards and lashing out his arms.

There was a scream. It made him clutch his teddy bear to his head and shut his eyes, just for a second. Just one. Mummy was screaming at him.

‘Help me!’

Her back was arched over the rail. Her eyes were fastened on his face.

He reached out to her, clutched his little fingers onto her dress and pulled hard. But they slipped from the fabric and she screamed again. He tried to grab her arm but the pyjamas were caught underneath his foot and he tripped. His teddy bear spun in the air and he tried to grab it but it disappeared over the handrail as Anthony crashed, hands first, into Mummy’s leg, just as her foot stopped touching the floor. Then her shoe was against his face. He tried to grab her foot but missed. She looked straight at him as the shoe came off and she screamed again.

And then there was a thud.

Anthony peered through the spindles as his father swore and yanked himself to his feet. He watched the man walk, in no great rush, down the stairs to the rug in the centre of the large hallway. Mummy was lying there. Her arms and legs were twisted in places where they didn’t usually belong. Teddy was at her side, as if he was sleeping next to her.

Anthony clawed at his trouser legs and took careful steps down the stairs, holding on tight. He felt so small and the steps felt so huge. His father was standing over Mummy. She was sleeping. Anthony knelt at her side, clutching her shoe. He put his hand on her arm, on her face, and called her name.

‘Mummy, wake up. Mummy, please wake up. Mummy?’

His father made a gasping noise as Mummy opened her eyes. She looked at Anthony. Nowhere else. He picked up the teddy bear and put it on her chest. He grabbed her arm and wrapped it around Teddy because Teddy would look after her and Teddy would make everything all right. Mummy made a noise and then she lay still.

Anthony wanted her to blink. He stared at her eyes until his own throbbed. He wanted to see the beautiful light in them, the way she always looked at him when she sang lullabies and when she told him she loved him, because nothing in the world was more perfect than she was. But her eyes looked towards the giant chandelier that hung far, far away in the ceiling. Her eyes didn’t smile. They didn’t do anything.

The front door slammed. His father wasn’t standing over Mummy anymore. It was just her and him. And those dead eyes. But Anthony didn’t see them like that. All he saw was the look they had at that moment Mummy knew that his push against her leg tipped her over the edge.

And he’d give anything to see her eyes glow like that again.


That Killer Image by Claire Ladds
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No Deadlier Time by Claire Ladds
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Show Me Dead by Claire Ladds
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Also available as a digital boxset

If you prefer e-book boxsets, then you can find all three of these Darker Minds Crime & Suspense books collected together. The boxset includes:

  • Show Me Dead
  • That Killer Image
  • No Deadlier Time
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Crime and suspense books for 0.99

10th June 2022 by claireladds Leave a Comment

Have you read my Darker Minds crime and suspense books yet? If not, then you might really like what I have to tell you. You can now get Show Me Dead and That Killer Image for 99 pence (or cents, or euros) each.

Both of these books are going to be in Kindle Unlimited very soon, so you’ll be able to read them with your subscription, if you have one. But if you don’t, or if you just love owning your own copy of the ebooks you read (like me!), then this is for you.

You can find Show Me Dead and That Killer Image on Amazon. (And if you prefer to read a paper copy, they’re available to buy in paperback and hardback, too!). The buttons below will take you straight to your Amazon store.

In case you don’t know, here’s what they’re about:

Show Me Dead:

The deeper you go, the darker you get. The stage is set…

Ripped away from her circus family and kidnapped, Angel finds herself the unwilling ‘guest’ in a dilapidated theatre, belonging to a man who calls himself the Puppet Master.

She’s not the only captive, either. All of the broken and terrified people below ground are forced to perform for a very darkly discerning audience.

When performers begin to go missing, no one knows why, or who will be next. Fear is growing and Angel intends to ensure one thing – that it won’t be her. What is happening here? Just who is the Puppet Master, and what does he want with her? Angel may well wish that she’d never found out. But is he really the one pulling the strings?

To save them all and get to the truth, Angel has to perform the darkest show of all. But truth comes at a price. And someone will pay…

That Killer Image:

Three people. One killer. And a picture that someone will die for.

When Vicky meets Anthony, she sees him as a happy distraction from her claustrophobic relationship with her housemate and self-appointed guardian, Fran.

Anthony already knows Vicky because he has been following her every move. She is perfect for what he needs – a model for the ultimate photo of his life’s work – and he will do anything it takes to get that shot.

But Fran is not so easy to get rid of. Haunted by the disappearance of her sister, and blaming herself, she is desperate not to make the same mistakes again with Vicky. And when push really comes to shove, she has other ideas about that killer image.

Beneath obsession lurks something more deadly…

If you do buy a copy of either book, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support means the world to me. And, if you enjoy my books, a rating or a short review (even just a few words) is always appreciated, too, as it helps my books get seen by more people who might also enjoy them.

Enough of me babbling on – here are your buttons. Happy reading!

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That Killer Image OUT NOW!

11th April 2022 by claireladds

I am delighted to announce that my new suspense novel, That Killer Image is OUT NOW!

Three people. One killer. And a picture that someone will die for.

When Vicky meets Anthony, she sees him as a happy distraction from her claustrophobic relationship with her housemate and self-appointed guardian, Fran.

Anthony already knows Vicky because he has been following her every move. She is perfect for what he needs – a model for the ultimate photo of his life’s work – and he will do anything it takes to get that shot.

But Fran is not so easy to get rid of. Haunted by the disappearance of her sister, and blaming herself, she is desperate not to make the same mistakes again with Vicky. And when push really comes to shove, she has other ideas about that killer image.

Beneath obsession lies something more deadly…

You can buy the e-book of That Killer Image from a variety of bookstores, and find it in subscriptions, such as Kobo Plus and Scribd. You can also order it from your library, including (excitingly) through Borrow Box! The paperback and hardback are coming soon…

Thank you so much to everyone who pre-ordered a copy. Your support really does mean the world to me. It was fantastic to wake up to find that the book had already landed on the devices of readers in different countries, and that it had been bought it from a variety of retailers.

If you haven’t got your copy yet, you can find it at your preferred retailer using the link below. I hope you enjoy reading That Killer Image!

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That Killer Image: Limited Time Pre-Order Price

31st March 2022 by claireladds Leave a Comment

I am thrilled to say that you now pre-order That Killer Image from (almost) all of your favourite bookstores! If you enjoy reading on a Kobo, or buy from Apple Books, read on your Kindle, or prefer Barnes & Noble (or others) as your go-to store, then you can pre-order That Killer Image. I am adding to the stores all the time, and I’m equally excited that this book will also be available on certain subscription sites.

That Killer Image is very much a psychological and suspense thriller. It releases on 11th April, and is part of the Darker Minds Crime and Suspense series, books which thrive on the premise that dark minds are at work, and sometimes it takes a darker one to stop them. Each book in the series is a standalone story, but they are all linked by this theme.

In case you’ve not yet come across the book description, here it is:

Three people. One killer. And a picture that someone will die for.

When Vicky meets Anthony, she sees him as a happy distraction from her claustrophobic relationship with her housemate and self-appointed guardian, Fran.

Anthony already knows Vicky because he has been following her every move. She is perfect for what he needs – a model for the ultimate photo of his life’s work – and he will do anything it takes to get that shot.

But Fran is not so easy to get rid of. Haunted by the disappearance of her sister, and blaming herself, she is desperate not to make the same mistakes again with Vicky. And when push really comes to shove, she has other ideas about that killer image.

Beneath obsession lies something more deadly…

I have loved creating the tense and tumultuous relationship between Vicky and Fran. Both have plenty of emotional baggage that impacts how they behave, and the decisions they make. But – I have to say it! – I have enjoyed creating the character of Anthony SO much! From the moment I read the first chapter he appears in to one of my beta readers, he was described as ‘creepy’. He’s an awful lot more than that, I can assure you!

For a LIMITED TIME ONLY, you can pre-order That Killer Image for a reduced price on all stores where it is available (around about half price, dependent on your country and exchange rates).

If you don’t want to miss out on this cheaper price, you can pre-order That Killer Image using the button below:

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