The Page
by M.
Jonathan Lee
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BLURB:
"Following
a tragic car accident, Michael Sewell is alone for the first time. The loss of
his wife, Margaret after thirty years of marriage has left a hole far greater
than Michael could have imagined.
Persuaded
to go on holiday, by his daughter Jane, a page blown from a book crosses the
pool and sticks to his chest. The words from the page resonate with Michael,
describing in detail the exact events leading up to the accident.
Now,
Michael must delve into his past and face his future, taking him and his family
on a horrifying and tragic journey toward the truth."
Excerpt:
A waitress approached to offer more drinks, which Margaret
eagerly accepted – this time a large glass. Michael wouldn’t have another. Not
tonight. Michael’s eyes widened and he beamed at the waitress, showing his
slightly yellowed teeth.
“Got to watch this one!” he said, passing her a ten-pound
note.
The waitress smiled and reached into her money belt for change.
Michael shook his head, indicating the waitress’s search for
coins should stop.
“That’s for you,” he said, winking.
The waitress smiled and left.
Margaret was unsure whether she’d said everything that she
wanted to say. She had never been able to discuss any of this with anyone. She
had lived with these feelings inside her head; feelings that had slowly gnawed
away at her for so long. So, so long. She had often thought that perhaps if she
had someone to confide in, she may have been able to make sense of it all. But
this simply hadn’t been possible.
She knew that their only daughter, Jane, was unlikely to say
anything bad about her father. She’d often considered Jane to be her only real
friend, but had concluded that however close they were she was not the right
person to speak to about the way Michael made her feel. It was well, just too
close. She couldn’t speak to any of her friends because her friends were
‘their’ friends. It wasn’t possible to speak to her female companions because
they were somehow behind the shield of their relative husbands. And their
husbands were Michael’s colleagues, ex-colleagues or business associates. The
dinner parties and evenings at restaurants they had with such friends were
always pleasant enough, but they were rarely about Margaret, rarely about the
women. No, they were about the men, and their new cars, and their business
deals, and their name dropping and their money. About which clients they were
working for, about rumours, about fee income. True, on occasion the women were
left alone to chat unencumbered by the men. But these situations were always
brief, toward the end of an evening or perhaps whilst clearing the dishes away,
and the men were never far from earshot. On a handful of occasions, when she felt
she could stand it no more and when the Chardonnay had disappeared a little too
quickly, Margaret had mustered up the courage to discuss how disposable Michael
made her feel. But almost instantaneously an alarm bell had rung in her mind
and she would quickly backtrack, realising that she certainly didn’t know these
women well enough to confide. And anyway, it appeared that they and their
husbands all adored Michael. The Michael they saw.
Michael stared at a meadow-scene watercolour and yawned
before slowly turning his head back towards her.
“So, in summary, Margaret, you’re unhappy and have been for
some time. Yes?”
That tone.
Margaret took a sip from the large glass that the waitress
had delivered earlier. It remained near-full.
“Yes,” she replied, looking up through the top corner of her
eyes, her head bowed.
“And what is it exactly that you wish to do?”
The shockwaves struck and she lifted her head. In her script
Michael made the decision on their marriage; she hadn’t considered the onus
passing to her. Well, if this was her decision she would just say it. It was
time. Another quick sip, the wetness ensuring the dryness of her lips didn’t
interrupt the next sentence.
“I think we should separate, Michael.”
“Separate, Margaret, or divorce?”
“Divorce.” The words crackled from her dry throat. She took
a further sip and repeated more resolutely: “Divorce.”
Love a good mystery, thriller type of book... and this was no doubt a dang good one! The way the author told the story was remarkable! The characters are realistic. The plot is like none other. The main character will have you wanting a gun to end his mess of creation! At least that's my thoughts... But this book will have you wanting more, it will have you turning the pages and restless sleep till you finish. This is the first I have read of this author and now I NEED to have more!
*Received for an honest review*
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A SPECIAL UPCOMING CONTEST
FROM THE AUTHOR
The Page has 15 clues
which to a lesser or greater extent give away the twist in the final chapter.
The clues are inserted into the text and hopefully are well-hidden. To
celebrate the release of The Page in February 2015, a competition will be run.
We will invite people to identifythe clues and enter (when they have ten or
more - as some may be so well hidden they are never found) through my
website www.jonathanleeauthor.com. The
competition will close 163 days after the release of The Page, and the winner
(i.e. the one who identified the most clues - in the event of a tie - at
random) will win:
1) One month's royalties
earned from The Page;
2) The original manuscript
(of which there is only one);
3) A numbered and signed
copy of The Page - review copy - there are only 20 of these worldwide;
4) A signed copy of my
back catalogue in paperback or kindle version;
5) The Page promotional
mug;
6) A free signed copy of
all future novels released by me for life.
The overall winner will
win 1-6 above. 2nd/3rd will received 4-6 only.
Jonathan Lee was born in a small mining town somewhere in the
north of England. His first novel, The Radio was nationally shortlisted in The
Novel Prize 2012 for new authors, coming second from over 4,000 entries. The
Radio was published in April 2013 and has received critical acclaim and sold more
than 5,000 copies. His second novel, The Page is published in Spring 2015.
My website is here: www.jonathanleeauthor.com
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