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Inspired by a news story of a man who begged a Judge to give him a longer sentence, because he knew he would harm another child if released without treatment, Sugar & Spice is meticulously researched, asking the questions society prefers not to have answered.
At once disquieting and challenging, Sugar & Spice is car-crash reading.
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It's every parent's worst nightmare: A child fails to return home. As hours turn to days, all they can do is hope. Some children never come back...
Driven by the need to know why, a mother confronts the man accused of her daughter's murder, He presents a compelling defence, convincing Claire not only that he is innocent of harming her daughter, but that his previous convictions were not what they seemed.
Teaming up with a second-year psychology student and a fourteen year-old truant schoolboy, Sugar & Spice is the story of a mother's fight to bring one man's reign of terror to an end.
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Be warned: In Sugar & Spice not all things are nice...
Inspired by a news story of a man who begged a Judge to give him a longer sentence, because he knew he would harm another child if released without treatment, Sugar & Spice is meticulously researched, asking the questions society prefers not to have answered.
At once disquieting and challenging, Sugar & Spice is car-crash reading.
~
It's every parent's worst nightmare: A child fails to return home. As hours turn to days, all they can do is hope. Some children never come back...
Driven by the need to know why, a mother confronts the man accused of her daughter's murder, He presents a compelling defence, convincing Claire not only that he is innocent of harming her daughter, but that his previous convictions were not what they seemed.
Teaming up with a second-year psychology student and a fourteen year-old truant schoolboy, Sugar & Spice is the story of a mother's fight to bring one man's reign of terror to an end.
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Be warned: In Sugar & Spice not all things are nice...
Bio:
Saffina Desforges is the UK writing team that have swept the UK Kindle charts and sold 75,000 copies of their debut novel since January!! Check out the website for more details
Excerpt
“There’s no possibility it’s someone else?”
“We won’t have DNA confirmation before the morning, but no. The bicycle is Rebecca’s. The clothes are a match, too. It would be senseless to hope otherwise.”
Claire appeared in the far doorway as Matt ushered Pitman through. Her stooped posture, moist, black-ringed eyes and painfully visible collar bones told their story.
Pitman hesitated, unsure of an appropriate greeting.
Claire unwrapped bony arms from around herself , stretching out a trembling hand, nails bitten to the quick. “It’s okay, Inspector. I’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I won’t embarrass you.”
Pitman stumbled with his words. “We... we have a trained officer, a female officer, you would prefer…”
“What Claire wants most of all are answers, Dave, not a complete stranger offering well-meaning platitudes and stock responses.”
Pitman turned to Claire. “Even so... some people find that helps.”
She shook her head, struggling to keep control. She forced her question through a tight throat, stress-induced asthma heavy on her chest, inhaler to hand.
She whispered, “What did he do to her?”
“We won’t know for sure until the autopsy is complete, Claire.” Pitman paused, sensing she wanted more. “It looks like she was strangled.”
Matt put his hand out to Claire but she moved away.
“It’s okay, Matt.” She looked directly at Pitman, searching his eyes. “Did he... touch her?”
“We’re still waiting for...” he stopped himself. He owed it to Claire, to Matt, to cut the police talk. “In all probability, yes. The body had been stripped. We’ll know more in a few hours. I’m sorry.”
Claire’s legs finally buckled underneath her. She put a hand out to steady herself. “Can I see her?”
Pitman fingered the pipe in his pocket, desperate to light up. It was always more difficult with someone you knew, however brief the acquaintance. “Claire, the body… Rebecca... She had been in the water a long time… there’s nothing to see.”
Matt reached for Claire’s hand and gripped it hard. This time she didn’t fight.
Choking back a sob, she rested a head on his shoulder, tears cascading down her pale cheeks.
Matt asked, “What happens now?”
“We’ll do everything we can, Matt, you know that.”
He paused, turning to Claire. “One question I have to ask. I’m sorry. Did Rebecca ever varnish her nails?”
Claire looked confused, trying to focus on his face through her tears. “Her nails?”
“Claire, her fingernails were bright yellow. Varnished or painted. It wasn’t mentioned on the description when she went missing. Do you remember her painting her nails before she went out that evening?”
She shook her head, sniffing loudly, her voice wavering. “Rebecca never wore make-up of any sort. Never.”
“At a friend’s house, maybe?”
Claire looked up, a sudden, frantic hope in her eyes. “Inspector, are you sure it’s her? Could it be someone else?”
Pitman wanted, with every fibre of his being, to fuel her hope, but he extinguished it eternally with his next words.
“It’s Rebecca. I’m very sorry.”
Interview with Saffina Desforges
What will readers like about your book?
“We won’t have DNA confirmation before the morning, but no. The bicycle is Rebecca’s. The clothes are a match, too. It would be senseless to hope otherwise.”
Claire appeared in the far doorway as Matt ushered Pitman through. Her stooped posture, moist, black-ringed eyes and painfully visible collar bones told their story.
Pitman hesitated, unsure of an appropriate greeting.
Claire unwrapped bony arms from around herself , stretching out a trembling hand, nails bitten to the quick. “It’s okay, Inspector. I’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I won’t embarrass you.”
Pitman stumbled with his words. “We... we have a trained officer, a female officer, you would prefer…”
“What Claire wants most of all are answers, Dave, not a complete stranger offering well-meaning platitudes and stock responses.”
Pitman turned to Claire. “Even so... some people find that helps.”
She shook her head, struggling to keep control. She forced her question through a tight throat, stress-induced asthma heavy on her chest, inhaler to hand.
She whispered, “What did he do to her?”
“We won’t know for sure until the autopsy is complete, Claire.” Pitman paused, sensing she wanted more. “It looks like she was strangled.”
Matt put his hand out to Claire but she moved away.
“It’s okay, Matt.” She looked directly at Pitman, searching his eyes. “Did he... touch her?”
“We’re still waiting for...” he stopped himself. He owed it to Claire, to Matt, to cut the police talk. “In all probability, yes. The body had been stripped. We’ll know more in a few hours. I’m sorry.”
Claire’s legs finally buckled underneath her. She put a hand out to steady herself. “Can I see her?”
Pitman fingered the pipe in his pocket, desperate to light up. It was always more difficult with someone you knew, however brief the acquaintance. “Claire, the body… Rebecca... She had been in the water a long time… there’s nothing to see.”
Matt reached for Claire’s hand and gripped it hard. This time she didn’t fight.
Choking back a sob, she rested a head on his shoulder, tears cascading down her pale cheeks.
Matt asked, “What happens now?”
“We’ll do everything we can, Matt, you know that.”
He paused, turning to Claire. “One question I have to ask. I’m sorry. Did Rebecca ever varnish her nails?”
Claire looked confused, trying to focus on his face through her tears. “Her nails?”
“Claire, her fingernails were bright yellow. Varnished or painted. It wasn’t mentioned on the description when she went missing. Do you remember her painting her nails before she went out that evening?”
She shook her head, sniffing loudly, her voice wavering. “Rebecca never wore make-up of any sort. Never.”
“At a friend’s house, maybe?”
Claire looked up, a sudden, frantic hope in her eyes. “Inspector, are you sure it’s her? Could it be someone else?”
Pitman wanted, with every fibre of his being, to fuel her hope, but he extinguished it eternally with his next words.
“It’s Rebecca. I’m very sorry.”
Interview with Saffina Desforges
What will readers like about your book?
'Like' is the wrong word. There's nothing to like in S&S, be horrified by, captivated by, maybe - but not like. If you enjoy crime thrillers that challenge the norm, then this is for you.
Why did you self publish?
Solely due to the subject matter. Now we would have to seriously consider doing anything else.
What is your writing process?
Write by the seat of our pants and let the characters develop the story!
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
Usually (in total) around 6-8 weeks
What inspired you to write this particular story?
Robert Black a child murderer in the UK in the 90s
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