The truth hurts…
Erin and Roisin were once friends until a fatal accident ruined both their lives. Now, Roisin has discovered a secret—one Erin has kept for over a decade—and she’s determined to make Erin pay for her lies.
Erin wants nothing to do with Roisin. She has a new life in London and no intention of going back home. Yet when her father is mysteriously and critically injured, Erin has no choice but to return and face Roisin—and her past. Erin knows if the secret of what she gave up got out, the consequences could be devastating.
When Roisin suddenly disappears, suspicion soon lands on Erin. She would do anything to protect her family, but just how far is she willing to go when time is running out…?
Things You Didn’t Know About Me (Sue)
As The Girl Who Lied is all about secrets and things people didn’t know about each other, I thought I’d share three things about myself that not many people know.
I can tap dance.
I’m not renown for my dancing ability or, indeed, any sort of gross motor co-ordination, aerobics always particularly challenging, but surprisingly I found out in my early twenties that I could tap dance reasonably well. Apart, that is, from the one occasion when I met my sister’s boyfriend for the first time and after an evening which involved alcohol, I decided to show off my dancing skills and ended up in an unsightly and undignified heap on the piece of hardboard I used to practice on. Note to self – alcohol and tap dancing are not a good combination.
I was rescued by a life guard.
That was an embarrassing day. I was only 10 and not a great swimmer but attending a rural school where there were only 2 other girls in my year and 6 girls in the year above, it left little choice when it came to the school swimming team. Even then I only made it into the relay team. I was the third leg. My friend, Paula, the fourth leg – like me, it was her only part in the swimming gala. So when half way through my part of the swim, I started floundering and noticed all the other teams swimming towards me, already on their fourth leg and on their way to the finish line, I knew I was in trouble. The lifeguard clearly thought so too and under instruction from one of the teachers to ‘get her out of there’ jumped in and promptly got me out. My poor friend, Paula, didn’t even get her big toe wet that day.
I Fractured My Back.
When I was 9, I fell 15 feet out of a tree and ended up with 3 hairline fractures in my back. I was taken to hospital by ambulance suffering with numbness and lack of feeling or movement to my legs. I was VERY lucky and by the next morning was mobile. I’ve also broken my left arm twice, my right arm once, smashed all my fingers up at the same time, been in plaster up to my knee for a broken toe and generally throughout my life been a bit accident prone.
I can tap dance.
I’m not renown for my dancing ability or, indeed, any sort of gross motor co-ordination, aerobics always particularly challenging, but surprisingly I found out in my early twenties that I could tap dance reasonably well. Apart, that is, from the one occasion when I met my sister’s boyfriend for the first time and after an evening which involved alcohol, I decided to show off my dancing skills and ended up in an unsightly and undignified heap on the piece of hardboard I used to practice on. Note to self – alcohol and tap dancing are not a good combination.
I was rescued by a life guard.
That was an embarrassing day. I was only 10 and not a great swimmer but attending a rural school where there were only 2 other girls in my year and 6 girls in the year above, it left little choice when it came to the school swimming team. Even then I only made it into the relay team. I was the third leg. My friend, Paula, the fourth leg – like me, it was her only part in the swimming gala. So when half way through my part of the swim, I started floundering and noticed all the other teams swimming towards me, already on their fourth leg and on their way to the finish line, I knew I was in trouble. The lifeguard clearly thought so too and under instruction from one of the teachers to ‘get her out of there’ jumped in and promptly got me out. My poor friend, Paula, didn’t even get her big toe wet that day.
I Fractured My Back.
When I was 9, I fell 15 feet out of a tree and ended up with 3 hairline fractures in my back. I was taken to hospital by ambulance suffering with numbness and lack of feeling or movement to my legs. I was VERY lucky and by the next morning was mobile. I’ve also broken my left arm twice, my right arm once, smashed all my fingers up at the same time, been in plaster up to my knee for a broken toe and generally throughout my life been a bit accident prone.
Author bio
Published by Harper Collins' imprint Harper Impulse, Sue Fortin writes romance, mystery and suspense.Her originally self-published debut novel was awarded the INDIE Brag Medallion and later when published by HarperImpulse was short-listed for the Joan Hessayon Award (2014). Sue was also short-listed for the Festival of Romance, New Talent Award (2013). Her second novel, Closing In, reached number one in the Romantic Suspense Kobo chart at the end of 2014. Sue blogs regularly with the on-line writing group The Romaniacs (www.theromaniacs.co.uk).
Lover of cake, Dragonflies and France. Hater of calories, maths and snakes. Sue was born in Hertfordshire but had a nomadic childhood, moving often with her family, before eventually settling in West Sussex.
Sue is married with four children, all of whom patiently give her time to write but, when not behind the keyboard, she likes to spend her time with them, enjoying both the coast and the South Downs, between which they are nestled.
Sue is represented by Kate Nash Literary Agency.
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Oh, Sue. If you're going to be rescued by a lifeguard you need to do it when you're all grown up! Love this. Not liking that fractured back so much! Ouch. Keep dancing, sweetie! But not after copious amounts of alcohol. ;) Thanks for sharing, lovelies! xx
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