I Kill Always Love You
A perfect sunny getaway with no drama. Or so they’d hoped…
BREAKING NEWS Woman Taken in for Questioning in Death of Actress’ Husband
Police in Portugal this morning told reporters that a woman is being questioned in connection with the murder of the film producer Jason ‘JT’ Kenda, who was married to award-winning actress Ariella St Gerome.
Mr Kenda, who was found dead in the swimming pool of the couple’s villa, was initially thought to have died following an accident, but now police believe the American was killed intentionally. The villa is next door to where Lady Beatrice, the Countess of Rossex, is currently holidaying with family and friends at the villa of TV’s Sir Hewitt and his wife, Lady Grace.
Who can say no to Lady Grace? When the daughter of Lady Grace’s housekeeper is suspected of murder, her ladyship requests that Bea and her friends prove the maid’s innocence. But with time running out, can they navigate the tangled web of lies, betrayal, and hidden motives before an innocent woman is imprisoned for a crime she didn’t commit?
Intro
Lady Beatrice, her cute dog Daisy, her son Sam, and best his friend, Archie, are joined by DS Richard Fitzwilliam, Bea’s best friends Perry and Simon, and Simon’s daughter Isla, for a relaxing holiday in the sun, and they can’t wait. They’ve all had a crazy year so far, and all they want to do is sit by the pool and chill. No mysteries. No murder. Just sunny weather, good food, and great company. Their villa, Villa Mer, is in a complex of three, but Bea hopes that they can keep their interaction with their neighbours to a minimum, especially when she finds out that one of them is famous American actress, Ella St Gerome, and her husband, hot-shot Hollywood film producer, JT Kenda. The couple have been splashed all over the newspapers recently with rumours that he wasn’t giving his wife the lead role in his next movie. Bea doesn’t want to be dragged into that drama. But it was never going to be that simple, was it?
Ella and JT are hosting a party at their villa. Bea and Rich have managed to get out of it, but Perry and Simon have gone because Perry is hoping to pick up some acting tips from the famous actress to help him prepare for his upcoming role as Algernon in the production of The Importance of Being Earnest back home. While the guests chat, JT goes off for his regular evening swim…
Because even on holiday, the sleuthing never stops!
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Hello. I’m Helen Golden. I write British contemporary cozy whodunnits with a hint of humour. I live in small village in Lincolnshire in the UK with my husband, my step-daughter, her two cats, our two dogs, sometimes my step-son, and our tortoise.
I used to work in senior management, but after my recent job came to a natural end I had the opportunity to follow my dreams and start writing. It's very early in my life as an author, but so far I'm loving it.
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Extract
He knew he’d probably had too much bourbon tonight. But he loved the warm and smoky feeling as it slipped down his throat. Am I drunk? No, it felt different somehow. Jason ‘JT’ Kenda swayed as he made his way along the edge of the pool, his vision shifting in and out of focus. The pool lights rippled in the water, shimmering like a mirage, but his head felt disconnected, like it wasn’t entirely his own. He blinked hard, but the haze only thickened.
Why do I feel like this? “I need to get to the pool house,” he muttered under his breath, the words slurring as they left his lips. This was his routine. The nightly swim—his way to sober up, clear his mind, and wash away the evening’s excess. His body, though sluggish, was determined to follow the plan. He stumbled. He stopped. Try again. One foot in front of the other, he told himself. The pool house wasn’t far.
A voice cut through the fog in his brain, startling him. “JT!”
He turned towards it unsteadily, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of the figure coming at him. It was too dark to clearly make out the person against the glowing water, but they looked… familiar. He shook his head slightly, the movement sending him off balance. He threw his arms out on either side in an attempt to steady himself. “Who is it?” His voice came out weaker than he’d expected, lost in the nightly hum of cicadas coming from the surrounding trees.
He blinked again, squinting, trying to focus, but the face before him seemed to blur and shift. The words—stern, pointed, were a meaningless jumble in JT’s ears. His head lolled slightly, and he shook it again, trying to clear the feeling that it was stuffed full of cottonwool. But the movement only made the spinning worse.
The shape got closer. “Forget your swim, JT. Go to bed. You’re drunk.” There was frustration in their tone, but he barely registered it. His limbs felt too heavy. His thoughts slipped away before they fully formed. The warmth of the bourbon had turned into a strange, sluggish heat coursing through his veins.
Something is wrong.
He felt it deep in his chest. He wanted to ask for help. But the words wouldn’t form in his muffled brain.
The person muttered something that made no sense to him before they faded into the darkness.
What’s happening to me?
JT exhaled slowly. “The pool house,” he whispered again. His mind latched onto the idea like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. The pool house. Get changed. Swim. Routine. It would make everything better. It always did.
He stumbled forward, his legs buckling slightly. His body felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else, but he willed it on. The path curved ahead, but something shifted beside him—a heavy presence, cold against his skin. He turned, unsteady, his sluggish brain struggling to catch up as he noticed the statue beside him. It teetered dangerously on its plinth. For a moment, he thought he might have brushed it—or had it moved on its own? The thought flickered and faded as gravity took hold.
The statue still wobbled on its base. A slow, ominous sway.
“No…” The word came out as a whisper. His hands shot out instinctively, but his movements were too slow, too clumsy. The statue tilted, teetered, and then crashed forward with a deafening thud. Pain exploded in his forehead as it struck him.
The impact sent him reeling. His feet slipped on the tiles, and the world spun violently. A brief, dizzying moment of weightlessness overtook him before the cold shock of water enveloped his body. He gasped as it rushed into his lungs, burning his chest.
Then there was an eerie calm. Dreamlike, he felt himself sink, his limbs heavy as if encased in lead. It was a comforting feeling, like the one he normally got the second before he fell asleep.
Darkness crept in from the edges of his vision as the shimmering pool lights blurred above him.
Within minutes, the world faded into silence.
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