Title: Lies Lies Lies
Author: Adele Parks
Publisher: MIRA books
Release Date: 4th August 2020
BLURB supplied by Harlequin Trade
LIES LIES LIES centers on the story of Simon and Daisy
Barnes. To the outside world, Simon and Daisy look like they have a perfect
life. They have jobs they love, an angelic, talented daughter, a tight group of
friends... and they have secrets too. Secrets that will find their way to the
light, one way or the other.
Daisy and Simon spent almost a decade hoping for the
child that fate cruelly seemed to keep from them. It wasn’t until, with their
marriage nearly in shambles and Daisy driven to desperation, little Millie was
born. Perfect in every way, healing the Barnes family into a happy unit of
three. Ever indulgent Simon hopes for one more miracle, one more baby. But his
doctor’s visit shatters the illusion of the family he holds so dear.
Now, Simon has turned to the bottle to deal with his
revelation and Daisy is trying to keep both of their secrets from spilling
outside of their home. But Daisy’s silence and Simon’s habit begin to build
until they set off a catastrophic chain of events that will destroy life as
they know it.
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EXCERPT
Prologue
May 1976
Simon was six years old when he first tasted beer.
He was bathed and ready for bed wearing soft pyjamas,
even though it was light outside; still early. Other kids were in the street,
playing on their bikes, kicking a football. He could hear them through the open
window, although he couldn’t see them because the blinds were closed. His daddy
didn’t like the evening light glaring on the TV screen, his mummy didn’t like
the neighbours looking in; keeping the room dark was something they agreed on.
His mummy didn’t like a lot of things: wasted food, messy
bedrooms, Daddy driving too fast, his sister throwing a tantrum in public.
Mummy liked ‘having standards’. He didn’t know what that meant, exactly. There
was a standard-bearer at Cubs; he was a big boy and got to wave the flag at the
front of the parade, but his mummy didn’t have a flag, so it was unclear. What
was clear was that she didn’t like him to be in the street after six o’clock.
She thought it was common. He wasn’t sure what common was either, something to
do with having fun. She bathed him straight after tea and made him put on
pyjamas, so that he couldn’t sneak outside.
He didn’t know what his daddy didn’t like, just what he
did like. His daddy was always thirsty and liked a drink. When he was thirsty
he was grumpy and when he had a drink, he laughed a lot. His daddy was an
accountant and like to count in lots of different ways: “a swift one’, “a cold
one’, and ‘one more for the road’. Sometimes Simon though his daddy was lying
when he said he was an accountant; most likely, he was a pirate or a wizard. He
said to people, “Pick your poison’, which sounded like something pirates might
say, and he liked to drink, “the hair of a dog’ in the morning at the weekends,
which was definitely a spell. Simon asked his mummy about it once and she told
him to stop being silly and never to say those silly things outside the house.
He had been playing with his Etch A Sketch, which was
only two months old and was a birthday present. Having seen it advertised on
TV, Simon had begged for it, but it was disappointing. Just two silly knobs
making lines that went up and down, side to side. Limited. Boring. He was
bored. The furniture in the room was organised so all of it was pointing at the
TV which was blaring but not interesting. The news. His parents liked watching
the news, but he didn’t. His father was nursing a can of the grown ups’ pop
that Simon was never allowed. The pop that smelt like nothing else, fruity and
dark and tempting.
“Can I have a sip?” he asked.
“Don’t be silly, Simon,” his mother interjected. “You’re
far too young. Beer is for daddies.” He thought she said ‘daddies’, but she
might have said ‘baddies’.
His father put the can to his lips, glared at his mother,
cold. A look that said, “Shut up woman, this is man’s business.” His mother had
blushed, looked away as though she couldn’t stand to watch, but she held her
tongue. Perhaps she thought the bitterness wouldn’t be to his taste, that one
sip would put him off. He didn’t like the taste. But he enjoyed the collusion.
He didn’t know that word then, but he instinctively understood the thrill. He
and his daddy drinking grown ups’ pop! His father had looked satisfied when he
swallowed back the first mouthful, then pushed for a second. He looked almost
proud. Simon tasted the aluminium can, the snappy biting bitter bubbles and it
lit a fuse.
After that, in the mornings, Simon would sometimes get up
early, before Mummy or Daddy or his little sister, and he’d dash around the
house before school, tidying up. He’d open the curtains, empty the ashtrays,
clear away the discarded cans. Invariably his mother went to bed before his
father. Perhaps she didn’t want to have to watch him drink himself into a
stupor every night, perhaps she hoped denying him an audience might take away
some of the fun for him, some of the need. She never saw just how bad the place
looked by the time his father staggered upstairs to bed. Simon knew it was
important that she didn’t see that particular brand of chaos.
Occasionally there would be a small amount of beer left
in one of the cans. Simon would slurp it back. He found he liked the flat,
forbidden, taste just as much as the fizzy hit of fresh beer. He’d throw open a
window, so the cigarette smoke and the secrets could drift away. When his
mother came downstairs, she would smile at him and thank him for tidying up.
“You’re a good boy, Simon,” she’d say with some relief.
And no idea.
When there weren’t dregs to be slugged, he sometimes
opened a new can. Threw half of it down his throat before eating his breakfast.
His father never kept count.
Some people say their favourite smell is freshly baked
bread, others say coffee or a campfire. From a very young age, few scents could
pop Simon’s nerve endings like the scent of beer.
The promise of it.
Excerpted from Lies Lies Lies by Adele Parks, Copyright ©
2020 by Adele Parks.
Published by MIRA Books
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adele Parks was born in Teesside, North-East England. Her
first novel, Playing Away, was published in 2000 and since then she's had
seventeen international bestsellers, translated into twenty-six languages,
including I Invited Her In. She's been an Ambassador for The Reading Agency and
a judge for the Costa. She's lived in Italy, Botswana and London, and is now
settled in Guildford, Surrey, with her husband, teenage son and cat.
