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Lie or Die - A.J. Clack


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When a casting call is announced for new reality TV show Lie or Die, Kass is tricked into auditioning by her best friend. Big Brother meets Mafia, Lie or Die pits contestants against each other as they try to discover who is a murderous agent and who is an innocent player. But when contestants start to turn up dead (the real kind, not the fake kind), Kass realises that not being eliminated and winning the game is the least of her worries. No longer a game of truth and lies, Kass and her friends are in a fight for survival. ‘Reality’ just got very real.


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Pages 56-57


Here goes nothing.

I lift my chin in a screw you to Skye the Great and focus on Lewis, not the lens.

‘I’m Kass, I’m seventeen and I’m from Essex. I’m at college right now. No clue what I’m going to do after.’ I pull an awkward eek face. ‘I like playing football, badly, and

walking my dog, Harley, but not at the same time obviously.’

Oh please shut up. I send a silent help me.

‘How do you feel about being in the game?’ Jeff saves me.

It’s hard to talk through a smile. ‘I love Mafia. All my friends are mad about it, and we play all the time.’

‘How would you describe yourself … as a friend?’ Jeff says.

‘Loyal…’ I blurt the word out then stop. My cheeks burn crimson, convinced that my JB cock-up is plastered all over my face.

Jeff interrupts. ‘Always put the question in front of the answer.’

‘Oh.’ I shake off the guilt. ‘I would describe myself as a very protective friend. I’ll get aggy if you double-cross me, so watch out.’ I wag a finger at the camera but decide

it’s too cringe and quickly put it down.

Jeff ’s voice fills the silence. ‘What qualities do you think you bring to the game?’

‘I have … sorry. The qualities I bring to the game is, are, a good sense of when someone is lying, so I should be able to tell if someone is messing with me.’ I’m babbling, can’t stop. ‘I am praying I don’t go out first. That’s the worst, isn’t it? To be the first out. And I’d rather be executed than murdered.’ I stare into the camera. ‘So, send

me to the electric chair. Kill me already. Just don’t murder me in my sleep.’

I laugh … and then die inside. Who laughs at their own crap jokes? At least it shuts me up.

‘Perfect,’ says Jeff quickly. ‘Let’s check it and move on.

Well done, Kass.’


My thanks to Graham and Firefly Press for the copy of the book and spot on the blogtour.


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