A baby lies abandoned amongst the rubbish; her tiny face as white as alabaster, her body as stiff as a miniature doll.
A young prostitute lies beaten, her figure lying like a mannequin on the frozen concrete, her blood spilt, her life ebbing away.
As DC ‘Charlie’ Stafford and her boss DI Hunter struggle to identify the victim from the violator their hunt brings them to the crack houses of Lambeth, littered with damaged people, their lives scarred by tragedy and violence, most broken beyond repair.
As further lives hang in the balance, Charlie must empower the weak to speak out against those who seek to cause harm. But can a broken doll ever truly be mended; or will the wounds of the past, fashion the events of the future?
Guest Post – Sarah Flint
This is me!
When I was asked to write a guest post about Broken Dolls I wasn’t sure what I could add to previous articles; so I have decided to tell you a little more about what makes me tick.
So please bear with me. It will be my most personal post, and I hope it will give readers a sense of what I have achieved – and what they too could achieve.
I have always loved a challenge; in fact, I thrive on them. Each morning when I wake up, I set myself a few daily goals. The tasks are attainable. I do not set myself goals that would lead to failure – at least not too often!
I may have a book to plan or write or edit. I might have a guest post, questions to answer, social media considerations. So every day, I sit down and get going. I am not constrained by timings – apart from official deadlines. I write when I can, as much or as little as I can – but I write. Some days will only be a page, other days will be a whole chapter, yet others will see me sitting in front of my computer struggling to find the right words. On these occasions I do not beat myself up – I go for a walk. Most of my ideas stem from times when I have walked, quiet and alone, my mind buzzing with ideas – which are then transferred to paper on my return.
My books take shape as I write them. I know the beginning and the end, but what happens in the middle is usually a matter of luck and touching a lot of wood. It is a challenge! But like I said I thrive on a challenge!
In 2005, having lost a much-loved brother to cancer, I ran the London marathon with all of my seven surviving siblings. It wasn’t easy but with each day came a new goal; a hundred metres to start, then a block, then 1 mile, 2 miles, 5 miles, a half-marathon, until reaching the finishing post at The Mall, in 5 hours, 35 minutes (the toilet stop at the beginning cost me 20 minutes – never queue behind a man!!)
It was an amazing achievement and to have completed it with my large, close-knit family made it very special, as was the £43k passed on to our family charities.
In March 2018, I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro with my partner, my niece and an incredible group of like-minded people of both sexes, and all ages. Prior to this, I had gained weight – a constant battle, so training started small – walking 1-2 miles a day, then 4-5, then a week with my sister hiking the Camino de Santiago, and finally training in the Italian Dolomites.
From little steps….to the highest peak in Africa, with stunning views of glaciers and craters, and a sunrise above the clouds on our summit morning that was truly spectacular.
And so to now – my latest challenge!
In the last month, I have received a proposal of marriage from my beautiful partner, watched my eldest daughter get married to a lovely Greek Cypriot man – and been diagnosed with breast cancer! With the smooth, comes the rough – and the rough this time will be hard.
How could I have known, when I shed a tear watching the six brave women celebrities bearing all for the female Full Monty, that I too would be fighting the same battle?
How could I have known, when my family clubbed together to provide the means for one of our siblings to attend my daughter’s wedding ‘because none of us are getting any younger’, that it would be me, as the youngest, providing the angst.
I didn’t know, but I do now – and I have accepted the challenge.
Two days after ‘Broken Dolls’ is published I will be on the operating table facing the first major step. So far I have taken only small ones, the preparatory scans, the mammograms, biopsies, diagnosis. I have listened to my options. I have heard the risks. I have felt fear. I still do. I am grieving for the forthcoming loss of part of my body, that I have held dear, but I also know that I have to take one step at a time, a goal a day, nothing too much, achievable, small victories.
Charlie and Hunter have cases to solve and battles to face. They might stumble along the way, but they are true to their beliefs and will conquer in the end. As will I!
So please, share this post to as many women (and men) as you can, while I am recovering from this first hurdle, and excuse my absence on social media. You, along with my family and friends are part of my team, and if I can help any other person going through the same sort of challenge, then please feel free to contact me, and I will get back to you as soon as I am able.
A gritty, authentic crime thriller, which left me feeling sad at the loss of life and opportunity for the young girls. Everything in this novel is believable, and that makes it compelling and disturbing.
I haven’t read the previous books in the series, and although this is a standalone story regarding the crime’s committed, there are events in the detectives’ pasts that affect their present lives I’m not aware of, which affected my enjoyment of the overall story.
A well-written, contemporary crime thriller which highlights the abuse of young girls and the problems of drug abuse. There are significant twists, especially at the end, enough to make me want to know what the next case will be for these detectives.
With a Metropolitan Police career spanning 35 years, Sarah has spent her adulthood surrounded by victims, criminals and police officers. She continues to work and lives in London with her partnerhttps://www.facebook.com/SarahFlintBooks and has three older daughters.