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Lizzie Chantree. The Woman Who Felt Invisible

The woman who felt invisible.

I’m delighted to share the blurb and an extract from Lizzie Chantree’s latest book, which is out today x


An exciting, romantic story of love and new beginnings. Learning to love herself and be content on her own is the first step. But will Olivia be able to leave her past behind, follow her heart and find lasting happiness? A read full of humour, romance and tear-jerking reality, from international bestselling author, Lizzie Chantree.

Have you ever felt invisible? 

Working as a stationery supervisor and a sitter to a pair of internet famous, delinquent dogs, wasn’t how former cyber-specialist, Olivia, imagined her life turning out. 

Working in a tiny cubicle with a decrepit computer and being overlooked had suited her for a while, but now she’s fed up, lonely and determined to make the world ‘see’ her again. 

Old school friend, Darius, wants to fill Olivia’s days with romance, but their love of technology has taken them on very different paths. 

Gorgeous undercover policeman Gabe, is steadfast in finding out if Olivia was part of an online scam, but something doesn’t feel right and he suspects someone else was manipulating her life. 

Can love blossom from the most deceptive of starts? And can someone who feels lost, find a way to flourish against all odds?

Available to buy HERE

The woman who felt invisible, by Lizzie Chantree.


This was it. This was Olivia Tenby’s life, now. This was how low she had come. At the age of forty-one, she was sweating her guts out in a house that felt like a furnace, babysitting two delinquent Labradoodle dogs called Bertie and Belle, while their owners swanned around getting even richer somewhere else. Wiping her palms across her face, feeling glad she’d discarded her top so that she couldn’t drip on it, she pressed a button. Music blared out of speakers set into the ceiling. This house had everything – lights that came on when you spoke to them, a vacuum cleaner that tripped you over while it scurried along the floor of its own accord, and a fridge that dispensed perfectly shaped ice cubes into crystal glasses.

Olivia looked around furtively for a moment, and then laughed and decided to go for it. Her job as dog sitter extraordinaire had begun two weeks ago. She’d been told to entertain the excitable animals in any way she could think of, as they were naughty and destroyed everything while the owners were out – which they always were. Olivia hadn’t even met them, which was baffling. They left her notes with instructions on how to stop the dogs eating the walls and making a mess of the thick pile carpets. She actually quite liked the job, it was as easy as walking in a straight line. Then she thought about how wobbly she always was after three vodka and cokes, and quickly pushed that picture aside. The dogs were bored and, although her job included giving the house a cursory swipe with a duster, it was always immaculate when she arrived. Something was a bit weird, though, as the place was incredibly hot. The dogs liked to slobber all over her, making her even hotter. So she’d taken to stripping off as soon as she sat down with the pooches, otherwise she’d probably pass out and be found weeks later, mummified in dog hair.

About Lizzie

International bestselling author and award-winning inventor, Lizzie Chantree, started her own business at the age of 18 and became one of Fair Play London and The Patent Office’s British Female Inventors of the Year in 2000. She discovered her love of writing fiction when her children were little and now works as a business mentor and runs a popular networking hour on social media, where creatives can support to each other. She writes books full of friendship and laughter, that are about women with unusual and adventurous businesses, who are far stronger than they realise. She lives with her family on the coast in Essex. Visit her website at or follow her on Twitter @Lizzie_Chantree

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Buried Lies Book Launch (includes excerpt)

I’m delighted to announce that BURIED LIES, the fifth in my Detective Gaby Darin series, is out today. A huge thank you to HQ Digital for all their help and hard work on this one.

This book takes place during Amy’s wedding, who some of you will remember is the family liaison officer for the North Wales MIT and Gaby’s best friend. The weather is hot and tempers are frayed, including Dr Rusty Mulholland’s, so settle down and enjoy the ride…

The blurb, an excerpt and buying links are below. I do hope you enjoy,


Jenny x


Hannah Thomas returns home one morning to every mother’s worst nightmare: a missing child and a dead fiancé. When DI Gaby Darin questions her, Hannah insists she can’t think of anyone who’d want to hurt her family – and yet it all feels disturbingly personal.

Mere hours into the investigation, a second body is found. As Gaby and her team dig into the victims’ lives, they hit dead ends at every turn – particularly when it comes to Hannah’s past. What is the grieving woman hiding?

But when Gaby stumbles upon Hannah’s tragic secret, it doesn’t bring her any closer to the truth. Can she connect the dots before the killer strikes again?



Chapter 1


Saturday 22 August, 10.55 p.m. Ruthin

‘I thought we’d try this next.’ Milly placed the glasses carefully on the table before flopping down on the seat opposite. ‘Blue Bottle Gin as recommended by the barman, no less.’

‘I’m not sure I’d notice the difference, not after all that wine,’ Hannah said, lifting up the glass and running her hand over the little blackberry etched onto the surface.

‘It’s award-winning apparently,’ Milly went on. ‘Good gin is like good coffee – one of life’s essentials, and if we can’t treat ourselves, it’s unlikely anyone else will.’ She raised her glass in a brief toast and took a long sip. ‘Bloody divine, as is the barman by the way.’

‘Ha. You can keep him. Not my type.’

‘You do surprise me. So, what is your type? Certainly not Ian or you’d be married by now.’ Milly stopped, a sudden gleam in her eye. ‘I know, let’s play Truth or Dare.’

‘I don’t really think—’

‘No need to think, hon. I’ll go first.’

‘Oh, come on, Milly. Really! I haven’t played in years.’

‘And what about it? Now’s the time to reacquaint yourself. Far better than I-spy or twiddling your thumbs checking out Bruce the barman,’ Milly said, making a point of glancing in his direction. ‘I have first dibs, by the way, as you’re already taken.’

‘You’re incorrigible! Although he is quite cute, apart from the man bun, which I don’t get on any level.’

‘Hah. I never thought you’d be so fussy. I’ll go first.’

‘But I never agreed to . . .’ Hannah glanced at her phone and the text that had pinged through.

A boring night in with a curry and my best boy. You enjoy, my love. See you soon xx

Milly settled her glass down on the table with a little bang, presumably to regain Hannah’s attention.

‘So, truth or dare?’

‘Hold on a mo. I just need to reply to this,’ she said, her fingers tapping away on the screen.

Hannah hated games of any sort apart from possibly Snakes and Ladders and, after the bottle of wine they’d managed with their meal, she was well on the way to being plastered[J1] . But with Milly staring at her with an eager expression pinned to her glossy lips, she felt she had little choice. She remembered back to the last time she’d played. A similar set-up but then there’d been more people around the table – four nurses intent on a good time. The dares had been increasingly obscene so . . .

‘Truth then, if we must,’ she said finally, dropping her phone back onto the table, her expression as resigned as her tone.

‘We must! Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. So, how many times has he tried to set a date for the wedding?’

Hannah laughed, settling back in her chair. ‘To be truthful, I have no idea. Must be fifty by now.’

‘Aren’t you the lucky one . . . And when are you going to put him out of his misery?’

Never! Marrying Ian was never going to happen, despite accepting his ring in a moment of weakness. But that was something she wasn’t prepared to tell Milly.

‘That’s two questions. My turn,’ she said, suddenly remembering the rules of the game with a little sigh of relief. ‘Truth or dare?’

‘Oh, truth then.’

‘Would you take Liam back if he asked?’

‘Not on your nelly, even if hell froze over and the moon turned to cheese, and before you ask why, I’ll tell you. He had his chance. One measly chance to stay faithful. If he did it once who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again.’ She sat back, her glass aloft and her smile back. ‘My go. Truth or dare?’

Hannah didn’t know Milly all that well but she knew she didn’t trust her when it came to pranks. At work she was always the one with the loudest laugh and the wildest of ideas. She probably had something in mind that would be mega embarrassing or completely gross.

‘Truth then.’

‘I don’t think you trust me, Hannah,’ Milly said with a chuckle. ‘Okay. Truth it is. Mm, what will it be?’ She propped her chin on her fingertip, pretending to think. ‘Oh, I know. Someone asked me this a while ago. I found it really tricky but you’ll probably do better. What’s the one thing you could change about your life up to now if you could, and why?’

Hannah froze, the colour leaching from her cheeks. Her attention shifted from Milly to her glass, which she picked up and held between both hands like a lifeline.

To choose one thing over the many. Milly couldn’t possibly realise that she’d given Hannah the hardest question of all. Hannah viewed her life like a house of cards but one where someone had removed the foundations, leaving chaos behind. She didn’t like to dwell on the past. It was a very unhappy place but if she could come up with the catalyst that had changed the course of everything, it would have to be before meeting Ian. Even before Hunter’s birth. Way before that.

‘The plane crash that killed both my parents and my brother.’

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