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BLOG TOUR!!! An EXCLUSIVE EXTRACT from Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman

Something in the Water CoverErin is a documentary filmmaker on the brink of a professional breakthrough; Mark is a handsome investment banker with a bright future. 

They seem to have it all, until Mark loses his job and cracks start to appear in their perfect life. But they’re determined to make it work. 

They book their dream honeymoon and trust that things will work out – after all, they have each other. 

On the tropical island of Bora Bora, Mark takes Erin scuba diving.  

Mark is with her – she knows he’ll keep her safe. 

Everything will be fine. 

Until they find something in the water… Erin and Mark decide to keep their discovery a secret – after all, if no one else knows, who would be hurt? 

Their decision will trigger a devastating chain of events which will endanger everything they hold dear. 

Something in the Water is the debut thriller from actress and writer Catherine Steadman. Selected for the Reese Witherspoon Book Club in July 2019, the novel has been praised for the complex moral dilemma that it poses, and its gripping pace.

Already optioned for adaptation by Twentieth Century Fox, I’m delighted to be able to offer an extract from Something in the Water on The Shelf today.


Have you ever wondered how long it takes to dig a grave? Wonder no longer. It takes an age. However long you think it takes, double that.

I’m sure you’ve seen it in movies: the hero, gun to his head perhaps, as he sweats and grunts his way deeper and deeper into the earth until he’s standing six feet down in his own grave. Or the two hapless crooks who argue and quip in the hilarious madcap chaos as they shovel frantically, dirt flying skyward with cartoonish ease.

It’s not like that. It’s hard. Nothing about it is easy. The ground is solid and heavy and slow. It’s so damn hard.

And it’s boring. And long. And it has to be done.

The stress, the adrenaline, the desperate animal need to do it, sustains you for about twenty minutes. Then you crash.

Your muscles yawn against the bones in your arms and legs. Skin to bone, bone to skin. Your heart aches from the aftermath of the adrenal shock, your blood sugar drops, you hit the wall. A full-body hit. But you know, you know with crystal clarity, that high or low, exhausted or not, that hole’s getting dug.

Then you kick into another gear. It’s that halfway point in a marathon when the novelty has worn off and you’ve just got to finish the joyless bloody thing. You’ve invested; you’re all in. You’ve told all your friends you’d do it, you made them pledge donations to some charity or other, one you have only a vague passing connection to. They guiltily promised more money than they really wanted to give, feeling obligated because of some bike ride or other they might have done at university, the details of which they bore you with every time they get drunk. I’m still talking about the marathon, stick with me. And then you went out every evening, on your own, shins throbbing, headphones in, building up miles, for this. So that you can fight yourself, fight with your body, right there, in that moment, in that stark moment, and see who wins. And no one but you is watching. And no one but you really cares. It’s just you and yourself trying to survive. That is what digging a grave feels like, like the music has stopped but you can’t stop dancing. Because if you stop dancing, you die.

So you keep digging. You do it, because the alternative is far worse than digging a never-ending god-awful hole in the hard compacted soil with a shovel you found in some old man’s shed.

As you dig you see colours drift across your eyes: phosphenes caused by metabolic stimulation of neurons in the visual cortex due to low oxygenation and low glucose. Your ears roar with blood: low blood pressure caused by dehydration and overexertion. But your thoughts? Your thoughts skim across the still pool of your consciousness, only occasionally glancing the surface. Gone before you can grasp them. Your mind is completely blank. The central nervous system treats this overexertion as a fight-or-flight situation; exercise-induced neurogenesis, along with that ever-popular sports mag favorite, “exercise-induced endorphin release,” acts to both inhibit your brain and protect it from the sustained pain and stress of what you are doing.

Exhaustion is a fantastic emotional leveler. Running or digging.

Around the forty-five- minute mark I decide six feet is an unrealistic depth for this grave. I will not manage to dig down to six feet. I’m five foot six. How would I even climb out? I would literally have dug myself into a hole.

According to a 2014 YouGov survey, five foot six is the ideal height for a British woman. Apparently that is the height that the average British man would prefer his partner to be. So, lucky me. Lucky Mark. God, I wish Mark were here.

So if I’m not digging six feet under, how far under? How deep is deep enough?

Bodies tend to get found because of poor burial. I don’t want that to happen. I really don’t. That would definitely not be the outcome I’m after. And a poor burial, like a poor anything else really, comes down to three things:

  1. Lack of time
  2. Lack of initiative
  3. Lack of care

In terms of time: I have three to six hours to do this. Three hours is my conservative estimate. Six hours is the daylight I have left. I have time.

I believe I have initiative; two brains are better than one. I hope. I just need to work through this step by step.

And number three: care? God, do I care. I care. More than I have ever cared in my entire life.


Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman is published by Simon & Schuster and is available now in paperback and ebook from all good booksellers and online retailers, including Hive, Waterstones, Book Depository and Amazon.

My thanks go to the publisher for providing this extract, and a copy of the book, in return for an honest and unbiased feature. Thanks also to Anne Cater from Random Things Tours for organising and inviting me to take part in this tour. The blog tour continues until the 22 May so do check out the other stops along the way for reviews, features, and more! 

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