#amwriting #FridayFiction Part 3 #TheVanishedBoy @harmony_kent #newbook #crimethriller

Hi everyone. I can’t tell you how much pleasure it is to pen my third ‘am writing’ post. I’m on a roll. My new meds continue to ease my breathing, and I’ve tentatively begun to reduce down from four sets of doses a day to two. We’ll see how that goes. My manuscript on The Vanished Boy now stands at just under 58,000 words. If you’re a regular here, you’ll have seen the blurb and cover already, so feel free to skip down to this week’s excerpt. I’d love to know your thoughts, bearing in mind this is straight from the WIP and is the first, unrevised draft. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone 🙂

About the Book:

It’s so remote out here. Anything could happen …


 A missed phone call in the night is all it takes.

When Carole’s 18-year-old son goes missing, she breaks into Jayden’s laptop to try to understand his life.

All too soon, Carole discovers just how little she knew her boy.

And when one lead after another dead-ends, the distraught mother has to face the unthinkable.

Sucked into a sticky web of deceit and lies, nothing is as it seems.


When your life turns inside out and upside down, who would you trust?



Still half-asleep, she picks up the TV remote and finds the news channel. The weather plays in between banal reports. Sure enough, Storm Ellen is due to hit them in a couple of days. A cast-off, apparently, of the Tropical Storm that’s been battering at the US coast for the last few days. They always decide to visit the UK about a week after. Friendly things that they are. Carole slurps at her coffee and murmurs, ‘Who needs those sorts of friends?’

Her gaze wanders around the homely kitchen. Across the black granite work surfaces, over the well-used gas hob and oven combo, and on to the sink. The hairs on her neck prickle. Slowly, she reverses her perusal. Her eyes stop at the recycling tub by the back door. Still full. Huh. ‘Well, maybe Jay got home too late and he forgot again.’ She shakes her head. Something doesn’t feel right. There’s something else she’s missing.

On the counter, next to the double-wide American-style fridge, she sees her son’s laptop. Its silver casing glints at her in the harsh light of the overheads—taunting her and telling her she should know. Carole sucks in a breath and holds it. Study group. He said he was at study group. Why would he leave his laptop at home?



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20 Comments on “#amwriting #FridayFiction Part 3 #TheVanishedBoy @harmony_kent #newbook #crimethriller

  1. I love this excerpt. It ends with a great question. Congrats on the progress, Harmony!

  2. So happy you are finding some relief with your meds, Harmony:)
    I loved the excerpt amd the knowing she had something was wrong. Looking forward to this read.

  3. I’m really glad the meds are helping, Harmony, and that you’re even able to cut down on doses. As for the excerpt–another excellent snippet. I am really looking forward to the release of this book!

  4. This is your best excerpt yet, love it! The only minor hiccup I had was that I needed to read “Across the black…” twice because I didn’t realize the first time that it was a continuation of Carole’s scan of the kitchen. I assumed it was a new thought. Hm, would it read better if the sentences were rearranged? Something like:

    In the homely kitchen, Carole slurps at her coffee and murmurs, ‘Who needs those sorts of friends?’

    Her gaze wanders across the black granite work surfaces, over the well-used gas hob and oven combo, and on to the sink.

    • I’m guessing WordPress has been naughty again, lols 😂

      So delighted you like the sound of The Vanished Boy! Thanks, Joan 🙂

  5. I love the suspense, Harmony, and how you’ve maintained it through one excerpt to another. Well done! 🙂

    • That’s great to see, Gwen. Thank you. so pleased you felt the suspense and enjoyed the two excepts 🙂

    • Yes, that naughty boy. Lols. So pleased you enjoyed the excerpt and felt the suspense, John 🙂