Secondly, I”m on the blog tour for The Five Things by Beth Merwood and am thrilled to be able to bring you an extract.  First up is everything you need to know about the book though….enjoy!

about the five things

Title: The Five Things
Author: Beth Merwood
Genre: Coming of Age Thriller / Literary Thriller
Series/Standalone: Standalone
Estimated page count: 270
Formats available: Paperback and eBook
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press (3 May 2021)

For nine-year-old Wendy, the summer of 1969 will never be forgotten.

Local kids have always told stories about the eerie wood on the outskirts of the village, and Wendy knows for sure that some of them are true. Now the school holidays have started and she’s going to the wood again with Anna and Sam, but they soon become convinced that someone is trying to frighten them off.

When a terrible event rocks the coastal community, the young friends can’t help thinking there must be a connection between the incident, the tales they’ve heard, and the strange happenings they’ve begun to witness. As glimpses of a darker world threaten their carefree existence, they feel compelled to search out the underlying truth.

Purchase Links: Amazon UK ~ Amazon US

extract

Wendy and her friends are enjoying their school summer holidays in rural 1060s England, meeting up and roaming the village together. Some of the older children have made a camp on the beach. Wendy, Anna and Sam are drawn to it, although they’re not sure they should be going there. The subject of the wood comes up — the location will be key to the events of the summer.

            “What’s your favorite thing about the countryside?” Anna said. “My dad asked me that this morning.” Anna’s dad was a teacher. He was probably preparing some new lesson for unsuspecting pupils.

            “My favorite thing,” Sam said, “is the cowpats.” He kept a serious expression.

            Anna and I giggled. We were on the lawn watching Poppy, who was mooching about nibbling at the grass. Now and then, she stopped and sat up on her hind legs, twitching her nose.”

            “No, really though, what’s your most favorite thing?”

            “I don’t know,” said Sam. “I like everything about it.”

            “All the animals,” I said. “What did you say?”

            “I said the animals, too,” Anna told us.

            We decided to go to the camp on the beach again. Sam’s bike was broken, so we’d walk. We went down through the village, past the shops, and round the path above the bay. We went as far as the last set of steps and ran down them, walked to the end of the wall, and pulled ourselves up to the level part of the cliff. The camp was empty, so we took our chance to have a go on the rope swing. Soon we heard voices, and a crowd of the older boys arrived: Robbo, Peter Clay, Max, and Adam. Judy and Susan, two of the girls from the top class at school, were with them. Max was smoking a cigarette.

            “Hiya,” we said somewhat hesitantly, unsure if we were welcome.

            “Wotcha,” they said. They seemed friendly enough. Judy had brought some cushions. She said her mum was about to throw them out.

            The older boys took turns on the rope swing, aiming to impress. They were swinging as high as they could and jumping off. Robbo didn’t join in. He was trying to make tea. He started to talk about the wood and then about Bridges. Judy said she wouldn’t go anywhere near the wood or the farmer, and she focused on the three of us and told us we should be careful if we were going to the fields. She said to make sure Bridges didn’t see us there.”

about the author

 

 

Beth Merwood is from the south of England. The Five Things is her debut novel.

Where to find Beth online: Instagram | @bethmerwood ~ Twitter | @lizcity77 ~ Website ~ Facebook | Bethmwriting

 

 

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Thanks to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me onto the tour, and for the author for sharing an extract with us.

Hope you’re enjoyed my lovelies

Chelle x

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