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I am delighted to welcome you to my stop on Katerina Diamond’s blog tour for The Secret and share an extract from this utterly dark and twisted thriller.

Can you keep a secret? Your life depends on it…

When Bridget Reid wakes up in a locked room, terrifying memories come flooding back – of blood, pain, and desperate fear. Her captor knows things she’s never told anyone. How can she escape someone who knows all of her secrets?

As DS Imogen Grey and DS Adrian Miles search for Bridget, they uncover a horrifying web of abuse, betrayal and murder right under their noses in Exeter.

And as the past comes back to haunt her, Grey must confront her own demons. Because she knows that it can be those closest to us who hurt us the most…

Extract from The Secret:

‘Detective Grey?’ DCI David Stanton’s voice snapped her out of her trance; she put the photos down and turned around. He stood in the doorway to his office, looking sullen and stern like he always did. Sullen and stern, but undoubtedly attractive. Imogen felt her stomach flip slightly.


‘My office!’

She walked across the room, aware that the sound of her heels carried, hoping no one would look up. The day was coming to an end; only the brown-nosers would be around now. The brown-nosers and her. She stood to attention as Stanton closed the door behind her. Her boss was a tall man, a good few inches over six foot. He had medium-brown hair with flashes of grey at the temples and he was never completely clean-shaven, almost, but not completely.

‘Is there a problem, sir?’

‘I thought you were gone for the day?’

‘Just wanted to get my paperwork done tonight, sir. You know, while it was fresh in my mind.’

‘I admire that work ethic, Grey.’ He walked back around and released the shutter on the blind. ‘It couldn’t wait till tomorrow?’

‘It could have, yes.’

He was a foot taller than her. She could feel his warm breath brush the top of her ear as he stood behind her, close but not touching.

‘So, why are you really here?’ he whispered. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, her skin prickled as he said the words. She could feel his body heat, he was right there, right behind her. She wanted him to throw her down on to the desk.

‘I’m not sure, sir,’ said Imogen at last.

‘Stop calling me sir, Imogen.’

He was really close now, as close as it was possible to be without contact. She could feel the desire in him, feel his temperature rising. They were touching without touching, longing to put skin on skin. To feel fingers tracing the lines of each other’s body, to kiss, to lick, to bite. Their flirtation had almost reached breaking point. How much longer could they play this game?

‘What should I call you, then?’ she asked quietly, suggestively. Every part of him was leaning towards her. She was delirious with excitement and anticipation. As he leaned closer still, there was a sudden knock at the door and she felt Stanton take an abrupt step backwards. The spell was broken.

‘Come in,’ he said, clearing his throat, moving away from her. Imogen swallowed hard, trying to slow her heart rate back down.

The door opened as Stanton smoothed his tie and sat down behind his desk, in an obvious attempt to hide his stimulated body. He didn’t look at Imogen.

Jamie, the desk sergeant, entered and handed a file to Stanton.

‘Thanks, Jamie. Detective Grey—’ He looked up at her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. ‘You can go home now; finish your paperwork tomorrow. You’re done for tonight.’

Imogen nodded. Without making eye contact with him, she walked out of his office and grabbed her stuff from her desk. Looking back once, she saw Stanton putting his jacket on, shrugging his arms into the sleeves. She forced herself to look away. She needed to get home, and she needed a cold shower.

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