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Christina McDonald Author has a signed copy of #TheNanny to give away on U.K. publication day which is in just one week! Check out her page for details 📚📚📚 ... See MoreSee Less
Can’t wait for my giveaway of this gorgeous, signed copy of The Nanny by Gilly Macmillan next week. I loved this devilishly devious thriller. Stay tuned for more details soon! 😃
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awww....my Gus is just now forgiving us after being in Florida last week...SIL said he was dreadfully depressed...heartbreaking. Our almost 2 yr lab was almost bouncing...Gus was just like hmpf slighted but u can tell he smiled. He will not leave our sides. I felt guilty having to run off to work this am. He refused his treat! I shoved it in his side pocket of his mouth 🤦♀️ i call him Grampa Gus now...he is 12 or 13. Not sure he was a rescue lab we got when he was 3. Beautiful grey chocolate1 week ago · 1
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Copies of the U.K. edition of #TheNanny arrived! First time out in hardback here so it’s a big moment 🤩 Warmest thanks to Shari Lapena Claire Douglas Sarah Vaughan Author and Jane Shemilt for the wonderful quotes, all looking very fine on front and back covers ❤️ Out 27 June. ... See MoreSee Less
I’m so pleased to share an early excerpt from my next book THE NANNY coming June 27 in the UK and Sept 10 in the US and Canada.
Tess Gerritson had this to say about it: "THE NANNY kept me in white-knuckled suspense until the very last page. Gilly Macmillan's breakout thriller is a dark and twisted version of Downton Abbey gone very, very wrong.'
I hope you enjoy!
JOCELYN IS DISORIENTED WHEN SHE wakes up and her mouth is sticky dry. It’s light outside and she feels as if she’s been asleep for a very long time. She studies the hands on her bedside clock and concludes that the time is exactly twenty-six minutes past eight. Usually, her nanny wakes her up at seven.
She yawns and blinks. Curvy, dancing giraffes cavort in pairs across her wallpaper, and soft toys carpet the end of her bed. Hanging on the door of her armoire, where Nanny Hannah left it yesterday, is an empty padded clothes hanger. It’s supposed to be for Jocelyn’s special dress, the one her mother bought for her to greet their guests in, but the dress got ruined and now it’s gone. Jocelyn feels guilty and sad about that, but also confused. She knows what happened was bad, but she can only remember little flashes from the evening, and she pushes those out of her mind because they come with sharp feelings of shame.
Usually Jocelyn’s bedroom is one of her favorite places to be, but this morning it feels different, too quiet. The door of the armoire is ajar and she imagines a creature lurking inside it, with talons and long limbs that will snake out and grab her at any moment.
“Hannah!” she calls. There’s a band of light underneath the door that separates her room from her nanny’s, but no sign of the moving shadows that usually tell her when Hannah is up. “Hannah!” she tries again, stretching out the vowels. There’s no answer.
She gets out of bed and runs the few paces across the room to Hannah’s door, slamming shut the armoire as she passes by. The clothes hanger falls, the clatter it makes startling her. Jocelyn is supposed to knock and wait for Hannah to answer before she enters her nanny’s bedroom, but she throws the door open.
She expects to see Hannah in bed or sitting on her chair in the corner, wearing her red dressing gown and fluffy slippers, but Hannah isn’t there. She expects to see a glass of water and a fat dog-eared paperback on the bedside table. She expects to see Hannah’s hairbrush and makeup, her two porcelain figurines of kittens. But there is no trace of Hannah or her belongings. The bed is neatly made, the candlewick bedspread smoothed out with hospital corners, the pillows are plump, the curtains are open, and every surface is bare.
“Hannah!” Jocelyn shouts. It’s not just the shock of the room’s emptiness but also a sudden terrible feeling of loss that makes her scream so piercing.
MARION HARRIS, the housekeeper at Lake Hall, pulls open every drawer and door in Hannah’s room. Lining paper curls in the base of the drawers and empty metal hangers jangle in the wardrobe. She flips up the edges of the bedspread to peer under the bed and checks the bedside table. The girl is right—there is nothing of Hannah’s to be seen. She marches down the corridor to the box room. “She’s taken her suitcases. I can’t believe it.” The light cord swings in a wild trajectory.
“I told you,” Jocelyn whispers. Her chin wobbles. She’s been holding out hope that Marion would be able to explain the situation or fix it. Marion huffs. “It’s so unlike her! She surely would have said something or left a note. She’d never have dumped us in it like this.”
Church bells begin to chime. Marion casts an eye out of the window toward the top of the spire, just visible above the dense band of oak trees surrounding Lake Hall’s grounds.
“Stay here and play,” she says. “I’ll fetch you a bit of breakfast, then I’ll speak to your mother and father.”
Jocelyn stays in her room until lunch. She works on a picture for Hannah, painstakingly selecting colors and being careful not to go over the lines. By the time Marion calls her down, she is bursting to know what’s happening, but Marion says, “I don’t know any
more than you. You’ll have to ask your parents.” Her lips are set in a tight line.
Jocelyn finds her parents in the Blue Room with two friends who stayed the night. Newspapers and color supplements are spread out all over the sofas and the coffee table. The fire is lit and the air in the room is thick with wood and cigarette smoke.
Jocelyn wants to attract her daddy’s attention, but he’s deep in his armchair, long legs crossed and face hidden behind his pink newspaper. Mother is lying on one of the sofas, her head resting on a pile of cushions, eyes half shut. She’s stubbing out a cigarette in the big marble ashtray balanced on her tummy. Jocelyn takes a deep breath. She’s trying to work up the courage to speak. She doesn’t want to attract her mother’s attention if she can help it.
The lady friend turns from the window and notices Jocelyn in the doorway. “Hello, there,” she says. Jocelyn thinks her name is Milla. Milla has brown hair backcombed to look big. “Hello,” Jocelyn says. She tries to smile but blushes instead. She knows she was bad last night, but not if Milla knows.
Virginia Holt’s attention is caught by her daughter’s voice. “What do you want?”
Jocelyn flinches and glances at her father. He’s still behind his newspaper.
“Hello!” her mother snaps. “I’m talking to you; he isn’t.”
Jocelyn swallows. “Do you know where Hannah is?”
“She left.” Two words, and Jocelyn feels as if the bottom has dropped out of her world. Hannah is her everything. Hannah cares. Hannah listens. Hannah has time to explain things to Jocelyn. Hannah is better than Mother. Hannah loves Jocelyn.
“Don’t stamp your foot at me, young lady. How dare you?”
“Hannah didn’t leave! Where did she go?”
Lord Holt puts down his newspaper. He looks very tired. “Mummy’s right, darling. I’m sorry. We’ll find you a new nanny as soon as possible. Mummy will make some calls after the weekend.”
Jocelyn screams and her mother gets to her feet instantly, the ashtray falling to the carpet, its contents scattering. Virginia grabs Jocelyn’s arms and leans down so her face is only inches from Jocelyn’s. Her eyes are horribly bloodshot. Her hair falls across her face. Jocelyn recoils, but her mother’s grip clamps her in place.
“Stop it this instant! Hannah left and you may as well know she left because of you. You are a bad girl, Jocelyn, a very bad girl. Is it any wonder Hannah couldn’t stand to look after you anymore?”
“But I’ll be a good girl, I promise. I’ll be the best girl if you get Hannah back.”
“It’s too late for that.”
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I remember the day my dad brought home one of these. We were living in Silicon Valley before it became Silicon Valley. He put it on the dining table and fired it up and we thought it was MAGIC.
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I worked for the postal services in Holland, they put me in a train to go to Amsterdam to clean computer databases. They gave me a state of the art laptop with two floppy drives and no hard drive, that thing costed fl. 12.000,- ... When you think of those times it is almost nostalgic 🙂1 month ago · 1
I remember when I started working in a job I stayed at for almost 20 years. It was 1988 and I was talking to my boss who is 11 years older then me (which means he is retired, lucky guy) and I said, "no way are we going to need to have a computer in our homes...." well we are on our 4 computer now, I guess I can say I was wrong! lol. Even when in high school and they came out with the first computer class and everyone was carrying around floppy disc's I didn't think too much of it!1 month ago · 1
Look what just arrived! Lovely French editions of #IKnowYouKnow ❤️🇫🇷 Thanks to Editions Les Escales It’s always thrilling to hold a new edition of your book 😍🙏 Happy weekend, all! ... See MoreSee Less
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Wishing the incredible Gilly Macmillan a thrilling publication day! Macmillan's new novel is perfect for fans of Serial and Making a Murderer. It's clever, twisty, innovative and brilliantly written b...
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Watch out for this in September my friends! THE BUTTERFLY GIRL is beautifully written, heart-rending & heart-stopping. Everything you’d expect from the brilliantly talented Rene Denfeld. Highly recommended! 🦋 ... See MoreSee Less
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Great fun yesterday chatting about Fake News with Paul Hardisty, Jeffrey Siger, Fiona Erskine and William Shaw. I learned a lot from my fellow panellists. Thank you to author Louise Mangos for the photo #CrimeFest19 ... See MoreSee Less
At 1700 today I'll be on a panel at Bristol's very own Crime Writing Festival #CrimeFest19 🤩 I'll be discussing Fake News and how it affects crime fiction with William Shaw, Fiona Erskine, Jeff Siger and Paul Hardisty. Can't wait! 🕵🏻♀️ 🔪📚 ... See MoreSee Less
Thrilled to share these words about #TheNanny from the brilliant Tess Gerritsen 🙂
UK edition of #TheNanny is just 99p on e-book for a limited time before hardback release on 27 June.
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