Blog Tour: Come a Little Closer Writing Challenge

comeclosercoverCome a Little Closer is the new DCI Tom Douglas novel from the fabulous Rachel Abbott and was released by Black Dot Publishing Ltd on 13 February 2018. Today, as part of her blog tour, I have been invited to take part in a writing challenge. 

They will be coming soon. They come every night.

Snow is falling softly as a young woman takes her last breath.

Fifteen miles away, two women sit silently in a dark kitchen. They don’t speak, because there is nothing left to be said.

Another woman boards a plane to escape the man who is trying to steal her life. But she will have to return, sooner or later.

These strangers have one thing in common. They each made one bad choice – and now they have no choices left. Soon they won’t be strangers, they’ll be family…

When DCI Tom Douglas is called to the cold, lonely scene of a suspicious death, he is baffled. Who is she? Where did she come from? How did she get there? How many more must die?

Who is controlling them, and how can they be stopped?


Rachel provided the following writing prompt. The challenge was to finish the story. There were also four things we had to include. 

comecloserGemma had been afraid of the dark for as long as she could remember. As a child, she had blamed the cold, ancient house they had lived in – its endless corridors had too many closed doors for people to hide behind, too many secrets concealed in the shadows. But now there was no excuse. Her flat was modern, open, with huge windows.

It made no difference, though. Each night of the long winter months as she stood outside the block, she imagined all the doors she would have to pass before she reached her own, wondering if the lights in the hallway would be working, or whether they would flicker and go out, leaving her blind in the inky black void. Alone with her fear.

Perhaps she had always known that this day would come. She took a deep breath and stepped into the silent entrance, her heels tapping out a warning that she was coming on the polished concrete floor of the long corridor.

Odd snippets of TV shows and murmurs of conversation bled through as she walked down the dimly lit hallway past the identical black doors belonging to her neighbours. Gemma felt a tinge of envy toward the people inside who were getting the chance to live the mundane. Amy in number twenty-three will be putting her baby to bed. Mr Kennedy in number thirty will be sitting down in front of the news about now, a glass of sweet sherry clasped in his hand.

Gemma would do pretty much anything for the chance to be ‘normal’ right now. She longed for the time when she could reach her flat, throw off her shoes, pour a glass of wine and watch a bit of TV herself before running a lovely warm bath. She could feel the comforting feel of the water even as she walked the abandoned corridor. Normal was now impossible. She would have to be content with it being just a distant memory.

come closer bannerThat bloody Facebook post. What had possessed her to post it? It’s not like she really meant it. She was venting, like people do on there every day. She had been drinking after all. For a moment, she tried to convince herself that it had been someone hijacking her phone and posting it as a laugh. Logic had convinced her that no one else had her password. It had to have been her. Didn’t it?

Gemma turned the last corner and could see her front door. With only a single lightbulb illuminating the hall, she could only just see that there was no one waiting for her. A creaking noise made her jump and forced her to pick up her pace. She marched the last few feet and entered her flat, leaning up against the door once it had slammed shut. She exhaled, not realising she had been holding her breath.

‘Pull yourself together,’ she said aloud as she tried to steady herself. She knew she was being silly and made a mental note to call the maintenance company about the condition of the hallway. She didn’t pay nearly two hundred pounds a year for there not to be decent lighting.

She placed her bag down on the floor and picked up a pile of letters. Circling her flat, she was pleased to see that nothing had been disturbed. She let out an embarrassed chuckle at the extent of her paranoia. Maybe there was hope. There was a small chance all of this would blow over. The threat that hung over her suddenly didn’t feel as threatening. She had made it to the safety of her flat.

Feeling a little better, She flipped the switch on the kettle whilst contemplating that glass of wine and absent mindedly glanced through her post. Everything went out of focus.

A white envelope with her name written in neat calligraphy. She turned the envelope over in her hands. Bile rose to her throat as she tried not to be sick.

Slowly tearing it open, Gemma pulled out a crisp, folded piece of paper. When she got the courage to take a peek, her knees buckled from under her and she slid to the ground. She could feel that her whole body was shaking. She re-read the note several times. It was then she realised that it had been hand delivered. Whoever it was knew where she lived.

Today is the day of your reckoning. It has already begun. Soon people will know about your lies. Revenge will be mine, bitch.

She placed her head in her hands as the room spun and she could no longer contain the tears that were now falling down her face.

She didn’t hear her phone beep the first time. It trilled again reminding her that she had a message. She crawled to her bag and fumbled with the contents until she felt her hands clasp the handset. It took her a few seconds to focus on the screen in front of her.

‘You have Facebook notifications.’

She slowly pressed down on the touchscreen. Seconds stretched out and felt like days as she waiting for Facebook to load.

Yasmin Heller and 101 other people commented on your Facebook status.

As fast as her fingers would allow amidst her panic, Gemma selected her Facebook profile page.

Gemma Holbrook

Sunday 18th February.

‘I can’t do this anymore. I can’t carry on knowing how much I have lied to everyone. I am a liar and a thief.’

The last thing Gemma heard is the phone dropping to the ground before everything went dark.


rp_Rachel-Abbott-011-300x180.jpgAbout Rachel:

Rachel Abbott was born just outside Manchester, England. She spent most of her working life as the Managing Director of an interactive media company, developing software and websites for the education market. The sale of that business enabled her to take early retirement and fulfil one of her lifelong ambitions – to buy and restore a property in Italy.

But even in Italy the winters can be cold and wet, and so Rachel decided to fill those dismal days by fulfilling another ambition – writing a psychological thriller! ONLY THE INNOCENT, her first novel, was more successful than she could ever have imagined, and it enabled her to change her life yet again, and become a full-time writer. 

Rachel can be found at

She can also be found at her blog:

Say hi on Twitter: @RachelAbbott  and Facebook:  RachelAbbott1Writer

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I’m Laura. I started Novel Kicks in 2009. I wanted a place to post my writing as well as give other writers like me the opportunity to do the same. There is also a monthly book club, a writing room which features writing prompts, book reviews, competitions, author interviews and guest posts.

I grew up by the sea (my favourite place in the world) and I currently live in Hampshire. I am married to Chris, have a cat named Buddy and I would love to be a writer. I’m trying to write the novel I’ve talked so much about writing if only I could stop pressing delete. I’ve loved writing since creative writing classes in primary school. I have always wanted to see my teacher Miss Sayers again and thank her for the encouragement. When not trying to write the novel or writing snippets of stories on anything I can get my hands on, I love reading, dancing like a loon and singing to myself very badly. My current obsession is Once Upon a Time and I would be happy to live with magic in the enchanted forest surrounded by all those wonderful stories provided that world also included Harry Potter. I love reading chick lit. contemporary fiction and novels with mystery.

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