From the TBR Pile: Blog Tour: Excerpt of Best Friends Forever by Margot Hunt

We are so excited to be a part of a 2-part tour for the release of this exciting psychological thriller, Best Friends Forever!

Follow along the excerpt tour beginning in early January, with long excerpts in consecutive order at each tour stop, followed by a review tour beginning on 01/23, release day! Make sure to come back on January 26 for a review!

Author: Margot Hunt

Publisher: MIRA

Date of Publication: January 23, 2018

Kat Grant and Alice Campbell have a friendship forged in shared confidences and long lunches lubricated by expensive wine. Though they’re very different women—the artsy socialite and the struggling suburbanite—they’re each other’s rocks. But even rocks crumble under pressure. Like when Kat’s financier husband, Howard, plunges to his death from the second-floor balcony of their South Florida mansion.

Howard was a jerk, a drunk, a bully and, police say, a murder victim. The questions begin piling up. Like why Kat has suddenly gone dark: no calls, no texts and no chance her wealthy family will let Alice see her. Why investigators are looking so hard in Alice’s direction. Who stands to get hurt next. And who is the cool liar—the masterful manipulator behind it all.

Enjoy excerpt #10:

Three Years Later

“I just ordered us another round,” she said, tapping a short manicured nail against her martini glass.

“You didn’t!”

She giggled, and her girlishness surprised me. I almost demurred. My head was already starting to swirl from the first drink. But then I felt an uncharacteristic rush of reck- lessness. Why shouldn’t I have another cocktail? My children were safe and accounted for. I wasn’t driving.

“If we’re going to have another round, let me get it,” I said, digging out my wallet.

Kat waved me away. “Too late. Besides, you’re doing me a favor. I was bored to tears sitting here by myself before you came along.”

Over our second round of drinks, which I was careful to sip much more slowly, Kat and I got to know one another. She grew up in Palm Beach, and her parents and brother still lived there. She had studied art history at Tulane, and after gradua- tion, she had landed a plum job with the Hirshhorn Museum at the Smithsonian in Washington, DC. She had worked there for two years before returning home to Florida to open her small art gallery near Worth Avenue in Palm Beach. She’d met her husband, Howard—who, she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, did “something in finance”—when he came into the gallery looking for a painting.

“He didn’t have any interest in art. He just had blank walls in his condo and was looking for investment pieces to hang there,” Kat explained.

“Did he end up buying one from you?”

“Yes, but at that point, he was more interested in trying to impress me than he was in the art.” Kat smiled, again dis- playing her straight white teeth. “It didn’t work, of course. But he eventually wore me down.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Eighteen wonderful years,” Kat answered, holding up her martini glass. “Or more like two wonderful years and sixteen mediocre ones. Oh, well. How about you?”

I thought Kat was probably kidding, since her tone was

light, and I could already tell she had a sardonic sense of humor. But I had the feeling there was some truth hidden inside the joke.

“Sometimes I wonder if the concept of marriage to one person for the rest of your life is unrealistic,” Kat mused.

I glanced at my children. They were both immersed in their electronic handheld games and weren’t paying any at- tention to us.

“I know what you mean,” I said, making sure to keep my voice low. “Everyone always says that marriage is something you have to work at. But I don’t think it’s possible to grasp what that means until you’ve been married for a while. The constant grind of it.”

“On my wedding day, my mother told me the secret to a happy marriage is to develop a blind eye and a forgiving heart,” Kat said. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “As you can probably imagine, that gave me all sorts of unwanted insights into my parents’ marriage.”

“We are ready to begin boarding Flight 523 to West Palm Beach,” a female voice announced over the loudspeaker. A cheer went up from the ragged horde of travelers waiting by the gate. “We would like to invite our first-class passengers to board now.”

“That’s me,” Kat said, hopping off her stool and shoulder- ing an expensive-looking orange leather handbag along with her designer carry-on. She was shorter than I had expected, even in high-heeled boots. Kat looked at me expectantly. “Are you coming?”

I laughed. “Oh, no. We’re not in first class. The Campbell family always f lies steerage.”

“What a bummer,” Kat exclaimed. “I was hoping we’d be sitting near each other. It’s been fun talking to you.”

“You, too,” I said, feeling incredibly f lattered by her warm words. “Bye.”

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About Margot Hunt

Margot Hunt is the pseudonym of a bestselling writer of twelve previous novels. Her work has been praised by Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist and Kirkus Reviews. BEST FRIENDS FOREVER is her first psychological thriller.

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Excerpt Tour for BEST FRIENDS FOREVER:

Wednesday, January 3rd: What is That Book About

Thursday, January 4th: The Book Diva’s Reads

Friday, January 5th: Broken Teepee

Monday, January 8th: Books and Spoons

Tuesday, January 9th: The Sassy Bookster

Wednesday, January 10th: Clues and Reviews

Thursday, January 11th: Book Reviews and More by Kathy

Friday, January 12th: A Holland Reads

Monday, January 15th: The Literary Llama