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We All Fall Down
by Cynthia Clark
Blog Tour

I had the privilege of featuring author Cynthia Clark’s debut novel If You Only Knew, back in October 2017, when she stopped by with a lovely Guest Post, to feature as my spot on the book’s Blog Tour. So to see her writing career flourishing with We All Fall Down, her latest novel, is amazing!

This time, it is unfortunate that Cynthia is unable to offer Fiction Books a Guest Post, however my spot is right near the beginning of this extensive Blog Tour, so it is worthwhile stopping by some of the other featured participants, as there are are sure to be some excellent reviews, extracts and Guest Posts to be shared.

As always, thanks go out to NetGalley for their seamless download service and Aria Fiction for the opportunity to read and feature this amazing sounding book.

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WE ALL FALL DOWN

Cover Image Of The Book 'We All Fall Down' By Author Cynthia ClarkMany years ago orphans Bea, her brother Sebastian, Helen, Sandra and John lived together in a home, with their carer Miriam.

But Miriam didn’t care at all. If you asked the children, they would have said that Miriam hated them. And it’s no fun living with someone who hates you, so the children decided to do something about it… Then a terrible accident changed everything, and the children were ripped apart from each other.

Many years ago Ronnie Moss made a mistake he can never take back, no matter how much he wishes he could, so instead he runs for his life. But he can’t run forever.

Many years later the secrets of the past are finally being revealed, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Cynthia Clark has written a breathtaking suspense novel for all fans of B A Paris and Sophie Hannah.

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CYNTHIA CLARK

Image Of Author Cynthia ClarkBorn and brought up in Malta, Cynthia Clark graduated in Communications before going to work for a daily newspaper.

After following her now husband to New York, she worked as a writer for online business journals, before moving to London, where she started writing her debut novel, If You Only Knew.

She currently lives back in the US, with her husband and twin daughters.

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“Perhaps it is my years working as a reporter that has made me appreciate fictional writing even more. There are no constraints, no boundaries, no restrictions. I love the freedom of taking my characters on an exciting journey of my own making”

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As my featured spotlight on this tour, Aria Fiction and author Cynthia Clark, have asked me to share this short extract from We All Fall Down

Ronnie Moss ran and ran. He didn’t dare stop. The tiredness had disappeared and he was suddenly sober.

‘I’m in so much trouble,’ he said over and over. It was not going to take the police long to track him down. They would smell the alcohol on his breath and he would be in jail within minutes. There was no escaping that fate. He had crashed into a van of school children and probably killed them all.

For a moment he allowed fear and emotion to overwhelm him. He had killed children. He deserved to be put away.

But then he remembered his parents. His mother, recently diagnosed with cancer, putting on a brave face as her hair fell out, as her body was ravaged by both the disease and the treatment intended to cure it. And his father, working hard, trying to be the rock his ailing wife desperately needed. No, he would not allow his parents to see him in jail.

Quickly, he changed direction and ran to the bank, shifting impatiently as he waited for it to open. He didn’t know how much time he had, but it couldn’t be long. Finally he was inside, standing across from a cashier who seemed as if she was still half asleep. ‘What is the reason for the withdrawal?’ she asked when he told her he wanted to take out his meagre savings.

Ronnie felt his heart miss a beat as a voice in his head urged him to think quick. ‘A chap I know is selling his car. It’s barely used, very low mileage. A great deal.’ He smiled, crinkling his eyes, hoping that she would believe his tale.

The teller sat back in her chair and looked at him through narrowing eyes. The lump in Ronnie’s throat threatened to choke him but he forced himself not to react, to keep breathing, act as calm as he could.

‘You might want to take the car to a mechanic, make sure all is as it looks and this person is not selling you a problem on wheels.’ With that she tore her eyes away from Ronnie and rummaged in her cash drawer.

He didn’t want to fritter away his hard-earned cash but time was of the essence. He couldn’t spare even one minute. Tucking the envelope filled with notes into his jacket pocket, Ronnie hailed a taxi. ‘Heathrow airport, please.’

‘Which terminal?’ the driver asked.

The question took Ronnie by surprise. He had never been out of the country, had only got a passport because of his driving gig. His boss had said that there might be jobs to mainland Europe and he carried it with him just in case. It was his lucky break.

‘Uhm, Terminal One,’ he said.

‘Where are you going?’ the driver asked, seemingly eager to make conversation.

‘Uhm, nowhere, just picking up my mate,’ he lied.

‘Oh, OK, then I’ll drop you off at Arrivals.’

Ronnie nodded and turned his head, eager to avoid being drawn into telling more lies. His head throbbed and he rested it against the window. The cold glass felt blissful on his aching temples. As the taxi chugged forward, the gentle movements soothed Ronnie. Suddenly the tiredness came rushing back and his eyes started fluttering shut.

The hand on his shoulder was firm. His heart skipped a beat. It hadn’t taken the police long to catch up with him. But when he opened his eyes, it was only the taxi driver. ‘We’re here,’ he said. ‘You drifted off and have been asleep the whole way.’

‘Sorry, sorry,’ Ronnie said, jumping up and digging into his pocket for the money, handing some notes to the driver.

Inside the terminal he looked for the signs to Departures. The place was teeming with people, everyone running to their destination, looking at the large monitors. ‘Ouch,’ Ronnie yelped as someone hit him with a suitcase.

That was what he didn’t have: a suitcase to make it seem as if he were going on holiday. He headed to the luggage store and searched for the cheapest bag, paying and running back out. Next he went to Boots and bought some toiletries. There was a clothes store and he picked up a few T-shirts and a pair of shorts from the clearance rack. Quickly removing all the tags, he shoved them inside the duffel bag and ran towards one of the screens, skimming over the flights. He needed to find a place far enough away that nobody would think of looking for him there. Not even Laura.

The thought of Laura made his heart ache. His beautiful Laura. How could she do this to him? And then pity turned to anger. She was the one to blame; if she hadn’t dumped him, he would not have started drinking. He would not have lost control of the lorry. He would not have killed all those kids.

Shaking his head to banish the thought, Ronnie headed to one of the counters. There were a few people waiting, other travellers looking to buy a last-minute ticket, hoping to get a bargain. Ronnie shifted his weight from one leg to the other, urging the queue to move fast. He needed to get out of England right now.

‘I’d like a ticket to Jamaica,’ he said when his turn came. ‘The half past eleven flight.’

‘Of course, sir. Will you be travelling on your own?’ the girl asked in a clipped accent.

‘Yes, just me,’ he said.

She started clicking some keys on the computer, crunching her face as she looked at the screen. ‘That will be three hundred pounds,’ she said.

Ronnie felt as if he had been punched in the gut. That was too much. He couldn’t afford to be so reckless with his cash….

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Yvonne

I can’t remember a time, even as a child, when I haven’t been passionate about books and reading.
I began blogging, when I realised just how many other people out there shared my passion for the written word and I have been continually amazed at the wealth of books that are available and the amount of great new friends I have made, from literally 'The Four Corners Of The World'.

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6 comments
  • Ronnie certainly appears to be in a tizzy…. and it sounds as if he is making a lot of assumptions about what he’s running from. It has me wondering if he truly caused any deaths and curious about everything else in his life. I bet this will be a good one, Yvonne!

    • I agree that Ronnie is making a lot of knee-jerk reactive decisions, but I guess that as he has been drinking, he doesn’t want to be caught anywhere near the scene of the accident when the emergency services arrive. On the other hand, it sounds as though he ‘hit and ran’ without even bothering to check just how bad things inside the van were – and did he not even make the call for help?

      If I have one small criticism about an Aria Fiction Blog Tour, it would be that they never indicate from whereabouts in the book, an extract is taken. As ‘We All Fall Down’ published yesterday, I can now get into it on Amazon and I have established that these lines don’t come from the first couple of chapters, although it sounds as though they would be from quite close to the beginning of the book.

      Having taken that sneak peek though – watch out for my ‘Book Beginnings On Friday’ share, when it comes around!!

      Thanks for visiting 🙂

      • I did wonder as I read just how far into the story this excerpt came. I figured it had to be fairly close to the beginning, but wasn’t really sure.

        • I may just mention this to Vicky, my contact at Aria Fiction, when I hear from her again. Although things seem to have gone very quiet this past couple of weeks, so I hope that they are doing okay!

  • On reading the excerpt We All Fall Down sounds intense and sad. Ronnie needs to go back and face the truth of his actions. Enjoy this one if you read it and enjoy your week. Hope its not too hectic!

    • Judging by the crowds who were out and about last week and the very little stock we have left for sale, I should imagine that most people must be spent out by now, apart from the last minute grocery shopping trip!

      This extract from ‘We All Fall Down’, sounds like it could be the script from one of the many real-life police programmes, which air regularly over here. In a perfect world, Ronnie would definitely go back and face the music, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking straight and I guess that once you start running, it is easier just to keep on going!

      I am definitely intrigued to discover just how Ronnie’s misdemeanours are going to catch up with him in the future!

      Thanks for stopping by and Happy Reading in the coming week 🙂

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