Blindsided
What happens when the lost become the found?Holly Kendal has tried her best to forget the traumatic events of her past, but when she is involved in a car accident with her young son, she regains consciousness to find two injured children on the back seat.Who is the other child and where did he come from? And who is the driver who tried to push her off the road?Already struggling to deal with her volatile ex-husband, Holly soon discovers that long-buried secrets are returning to haunt her, and she finds herself forced to fight for her life . . . and her son’s . . .READERS LOVE D. E. WHITE‘A brilliant read’‘I simply loved this book I really could not put it down’‘Tense and absorbing!’‘Chillingly atmospheric’
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D. E. WHITE started writing fifteen years ago, scribbling ideas on napkins at work on the night shift. After various jobs, including working as cabin crew, in a hospital, a supermarket, and as a 999 call handler for the ambulance service, she began writing full time in 2018.
She is a multi-award-winning entrepreneur, and was part of a small business delegation speaking at Number 10, Downing Street in 2015.
Having spent a lot of time travelling the world, she now lives with her husband and two sons on the south coast of the UK, with a growing assortment of animals and several stick insects.
Visit D. E. White at daisywhiteauthor.co.uk
‘A brilliant read’
‘I simply loved this book I really could not put it down’
‘This was gritty, and tense with a big cast and lots of twists … I enjoyed it immensely!’
‘Fabulous read!’
‘Chillingly atmospheric’
‘Absolutely loved this book, brilliantly written and kept you guessing and on the edge until quite near the end’
‘OMG!! I’ve just lost a morning. I literally could not stop reading’
‘An excellent, compelling read that had me gripped and reading long into the night when I should have already turned the light out’
Remember Me
The Forgotten Child
D. E. WHITE
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For my single mum friends – you are awesome!
‘Milo, can you turn your game down, just for a bit please?’
‘Can’t hear you, Mum. What?’
Holly took a deep breath, swallowing the tears, trying not to glance at the text message on her phone. She, of all people, should have known better, but the words seemed to burn into her brain, ‘Milo, please turn it down.’ Better, that sounded calmer, she thought, and he was still so engrossed he would hopefully miss the fact she was upset. His life had been torn apart enough recently.
In the mirror she could see his little face, his mop of blonde hair, freckles dusting his nose, and the smear of mud across his forehead. The electronic bleeping toned down a notch and she took another long, shaky breath. He glanced up quickly, and grinned at her reflection, before returning to his dragons.
The traffic was horrendous, and at five o’clock on a filthy wet February night, the darkness had already closed in. In an effort to distract herself Holly moved her phone further into her bag, so she couldn’t see the screen, and turned the radio on. Beyoncé filled the car with ‘If I were a Boy’, and she almost smiled, trying to relax the coils of tension that seemed to be wound like snakes around her torso, squeezing her stomach painfully. It was a favourite song, and Holly determinedly sang along under her breath. She had this under control.
The car in front braked again, and the long line of red lights strung out into the night like a strand of Christmas decorations. The pain of last Christmas would stay with her forever. Even now she could still hear her own voice, telling him exactly what she thought of men who played away … For months she had ignored that nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right, the fact that he kept jumping on his phone, shouting at her for silly little things around the house.
Finally she had actually answered his mobile when Beth called. He had been in the shower, thinking she was downstairs getting Milo’s tea, and had left his phone on the pillow. The other girl had put the phone down as soon as Holly identified herself, but she took the opportunity to scroll through his pictures. It was enough.
