Thursday, 12 July 2018

Blog Tour - Unfinished Business Extract

So today's post is my stop on the blog tour for Unfinished Business by S C Cuuningham. I am sharing with you an extract from the novel and also a competition to win a signed copy of the book.

He loved being him . . . he got away with murder.
She loved being her . . . until she met him.

The steamy roller coaster ride of psychotic David's obsession with his childhood sweetheart, a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour and pulsating sex scenes.

With the help of her gutsy friends, fun-loving city girl Tara Warr is the only victim to survive David Howard's death list. Whilst lounging in prison the hypnotic sexual tour de force enlists an eager recruit, seduces a prison warden and relocates to the sunnier climes of Mexico, a freedom short-lived when his charred remains are found in the fire of a plastic surgeon's clinic. The police cease their search, finally Tara and her friends can relax, David is dead.

Laughter soon turns to fear when he communicates via Tara's laptop that he is very much alive, knows their every move and is ready to finish what he started. He is among them but who? He has a brand new face.

Tara has had enough, time to turn the tables and make him suffer. A woman unafraid of death is a dangerous thing. Has David finally met his match?

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David Howard had been remanded for attempt murder. His victim, childhood sweetheart Tara Warr, visited him in prison trying to make sense of his obsession with her. The meeting does not go well. Staring at each other through the glass partition of the visiting room, time is up.

Visiting Room, HM Belmarsh Prison, South East London, England

Time’s up Howard,’ snarled the guard behind Tara, opening the door for her to leave. ‘Miss Warr, time to go.’

Ahh what a shame, just as we were warming up,’ he sighed, leaning back in his chair, open legged, brazenly showing the extent of his hard-on beneath flimsy scrubs. A dark stain of pre-juice seeped from the tip of his cock, through the material.

The lawyer gasped, unable to hide his admiration.

Good bye Angel, see you soon, we have some unfinished business…’

He stood and stretched, thrusting his hips at Tara’s eye level, his cock knocking the partition… the bastard!

She snapped, leaned forward and spat at the glass, covering the view with saliva. She spat again and again. Her two guards moved forward, ready to pull her out of her chair.

Warden Jones yanked David towards the door, he checked the design on David’s hand, and threw it down in disgust, pushing him out of the room. But David wasn’t finished yet, he turned back and shouted through the spittle sullied window.

I so had you begging for more, remember?’ he sneered. ‘You do remember T, don’t you, our nights together?’

She stared up at him… how could he be so bloody arrogant?

No!’ she shouted. ‘No I don’t … that’s why I came here…’

She stood and leaned into the glass.

‘… to make sense of it all… but it was a mistake, you just like fucking with people’s minds, you’re sick, a mental case and NO, we won’t be seeing each other again, because quite honestly David, you weren’t that good… I’ve had more memorable sex with my middle finger.’

Her lawyer sniggered, nervously. David’s malevolent face whipped around, stopping him in his tracks.

Having to drug someone to get fucked, is SO not a good sign David, if you were any good at all they would gladly do it sober, you’re pathetic, rape is for losers… for dickheads that are SO disgusting, SO repulsive, they can’t get it any other way than stealing it.’

It was not rape, and you know it… you begged me to fuck you,’ he snapped back. ‘But the sex is not the thing, you silly, SILLY girl, I can get that anywhere, anytime,’ he grinned, flashing a ‘come hither’ pout at the guard standing behind her. The guard winked back. Jonesy caught the exchange and tried not to freak out.

It’s the control that’s rocks my boat dearie… don’t you get that yet?’

Control of what exactly, a lifeless, defenceless, drugged body? Where’s the turn on in that? You may as well date in a morgue.’

The mind, my dear, control of the mind, you spurned me, left me to those pigs, to pass around like cheap meat… you turned me down, but pretty soon I had you falling in love with me, had you eating out of my hand, begging me to take you… I still do, don’t I angel, you’re here aren’t you? You can’t get me out of your head can you? Thoughts of me just keep going round and round… I get you… you’re a sexual creature, I know what buttons to press and how hard to press them… I’m good and you know it… you’re wet right now.’

Fuck you, FUCK YOU DAVID,’ she slammed her fist on the glass. ‘What did you do? Hypnotize me, brainwash me, what, WHAT?’

The Headmaster was bloody years ago, grow up, its history. I’m truly sorry he abused you, and yes he deserved to die, but it’s time to move on… drugging and forcing yourself on someone makes you no better than him… you’re repeating history, repeating the pattern, the old bloody cliché of abusee becoming abuser, poor old David, grow up and break the pattern, you’re bigger than that, it’s pathetic!’

David glared at her, this is not what he had envisaged.

She hadn’t finished.

You’re sick... control… control… don’t make me laugh. Who’s in control now David?’ she spun around, pointing toward the exit door.

Who’s walking out of that door, you or me? Who David, who?’

Times up Madam,’ ordered her guard. ‘Leave now please.’

‘… and stop writing the letters… I leaving the country anyway, I won’t get them.’

David did a double-take, his heart sunk.

Wh… wh… where are you going? With who? You can’t,’ he stared aghast. ‘I won’t let...’

LEAVE NOW please Miss Warr,’ the guard interrupted.

With pleasure… go rot in hell David fucking psycho Howard.’

Oh I’m sure I will, much more fun down there,’ a fake smile covered his anger.

But before I do…’ he hissed, yanking his arm free from Jonesy, pressing his face close to the partition, distorting his skin against the glass. ‘Know that you’re mine and that I’m coming to get you, wherever you hide I will find you, and if I have to die I’m bringing you with me.’

The malice in his voice frightened her, he meant it, she would never be free of him, nausea flipped her stomach.

Know it Tara Warr, know I am coming to get you.’

She teetered toward the door, feeling faint, the lawyer pulled her out of the room; she ran down the corridor and vomited into the nearest rubbish bin. David’s voice ringing in her ears.

It had been a mistake to visit him; she had only made things worse.

She’d lied, twice; she was in love with him, and he was the best fuck she’d ever had.

About The Author
British author S C Cunningham (The Penance List, Unfinished Business and The Deal) creates psychological and paranormal thrillers with a skilled mix of fueled tension, dark humour, and pulsating sex scenes. Her works offer a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.
Cunningham writes what she knows. Abducted as a child, she survived; and every night for months afterward, she prayed to God, asking for a deal. This personal journey sparked the fuse behind the intriguing and riveting fictional world she portrays in The Deal, the first in the Fallen Angel Series. Twenty years later she crossed paths with a violent serial attacker, thus sowing the seed for her thrillers The Penance List and Unfinished Business part of The David Trilogy. She is currently working on Book III For My Sins.
An ex-model, British born of Irish roots, she married a rock musician and has worked in the exciting worlds of rock music, film, sports celebrity management and as a Crime Investigator for the Police - Wanted & Absconder Unit, Intelligence Analyst, Major Crime Team, Investigations Hub.
Having worked in the music to film industry, she writes with film in mind. The Penance List has been adapted to film screenplay.
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