As Driven by Deceit is one week old tomorrow I thought I would share its first chapter with you.

1: A Stranger in Town

Stiff muscles complain as I get out of the car, and I arch my back to ease them, rolling my shoulders. The last leg of our journey home was gruelling, and a whimper from the back tells me it was for Scout too. I let her out of her crate, and she bounds over to the grass to relieve herself. We’d had comfort breaks on the way down from Scotland, and perhaps I should have broken the journey with another overnight stay, but once decided on my return, I didn’t want any further delay.

It’s late, the yard’s dark, but I feel the pull of the horses and have to see them before I enter the house. I don’t turn on the yard lights, they’re too disruptive. Instead, I rely on my phone to cast light into each box. Rooster wanders over to stick his head out of the half-door, and I’m comforted when he blows softly into my palm. I stroke his head, inhaling the familiar scents of horse and hay, which have been absent from my life for long enough.

My holiday had been a much-needed break. The times I’d had to attend court already had been a lot to deal with, and there would be more to come. The divorce proceedings I’d also started had added to my stress.

We’d kept to ourselves at the various places we’d stayed. Scout and I had walked, climbed and scrambled across the Scottish countryside for many miles. Without the distraction of human company for three weeks, I could think about my life and future, which was looking nothing like I’d thought it was going to be only last December.

I complete my circuit of the stables, surprised although pleased to see the last box has a new occupant. This is a welcome sight as it has been empty for too long. I peer over the door at the handsome cob inside and smile. If I’d known whose horse it was, I wouldn’t have.

The sound of horses nickering welcomes me to the yard the next morning along with Harry whistling. It’s good to hear it again on this beautiful spring morning in early May. My head’s groggy as, exhausted by the drive, I overslept, and I lift my face to the sun to absorb some rays. I didn’t even hear Harry get up, and he and Pip are already hard at work. As soon as Harry spots me, he runs out of the stable he’s in and wraps his arms around me, as enthusiastic as a young Labrador. Pip laughs as she pushes a wheelbarrow past us. ‘He’s missed you.’ And I had him.

‘Not that we couldn’t cope,’ he says, once he’s put me down. ‘But it’s good to see you.’ He drags his fingers through his mess of russet-coloured hair and gives me a smile which lights up his face and crinkles the corners of his dark blue eyes.

‘It’s good to see both of you, too. Can you take a break in five minutes? I’ll bring breakfast, but I’d like a debrief.’

Pip’s eyes flick to Harry before he answers for them both. ‘Sure, we’ll just finish off. Tack room?’

I nod then go back to the house to make coffee before returning with a tray for the mugs and, as a small thank you, warm pastries I’d thrown into the oven from my freezer on waking.

Harry O’Connor and Pip Statham, my friends and most trusted workers, had insisted I take the time off, assuring me they could manage everything in my absence. I have complete faith in them but was still reluctant to leave. I’d only agreed to do so when Harry said he’d move into my house to be as close as possible to the horses and they’d both promised to call if anything even approaching an emergency happened in the yard.

The warmth from the sun is far too enticing for us to meet in the windowless tack room, so we drag some crates outside and sit absorbing the heat like lizards after a long winter.

Harry and Pip appear in good spirits, and after a quick rundown, I’m pleased there have been no issues in the yard in my absence and that they’ve coped excellently. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the return of my extra pair of hands to help with getting the work done, though. After my coffee.

‘The only thing you haven’t mentioned then is the extra horse,’ I eventually say, suspicious as to why this was not a leading topic of conversation. They both know how long I’ve been trying to fill the stable.

‘Er, yes.’ Harry’s eyes immediately slide away from mine as he finishes his third pastry then drains his mug. Pip looks anywhere other than directly at me, fidgets then stands, apparently anxious to get back to mucking out. The mystery deepens.

‘What’s his name?’

‘Houdini.’

‘Sounds ominous.’

‘Yes, we learned to keep the kick bolt on quickly.’

‘Right. Duly noted. How’s he settled in?’

‘He’s grand. Apart from the one escape where he trotted round the yard for a bit saying hello to everyone.’ I wince as Harry grimaces. We have a quarantine stable set away from the main block in which to keep a new horse, to stop it touching any others for its first three weeks with us. Just in case. This scenario is therefore hardly ideal, but there was little that could be done once it had happened. Thankfully, it doesn’t appear Houdini has brought any diseases into the yard. That would have constituted an emergency and brought me straight home. Harry continues, ‘But he was easy to catch and generally he’s a chilled character. Eating well. Not fretting or anxious. And he’s happy to be with the others now he’s in the main yard.’ Harry glances at Pip as though for backup and she nods along, although she’s chewing her lip, so while Houdini may not be anxious, she is.

‘That’s good news.’ I look from one of them to the other. There’s something going on. I can feel it coming at me, but both appear reluctant to talk. ‘Whose horse is it?’

‘No one you’d know. Cee something or other. I forget the surname. She’s moved into Maisie’s place.’

‘Oh.’ I feel a wave of relief as this can only be good news. Not only have we filled a livery space, but Maisie Brooks has a tenant for her cottage, which is directly opposite my house. ‘Handy for the yard then.’

‘Er, yeah. Although we haven’t seen her here since he arrived. He’s full livery.’ I hear an edge of doubt creep into Harry’s voice.

‘A hands-off owner, eh?’ One wonders why some people have horses at all, so infrequently do they visit them. Still, having an extra full livery in the yard will be good for the bank balance, so I can’t complain.

‘I, er, probably need to tell you something.’ My heart sinks. Here it comes.

‘What’s the matter? Houdini is fully vaccinated, isn’t he?’

‘Oh yes. That’s all in order. His owner had a photo of the relevant page of his passport when I asked her for the details so I could check them, and I’ve put a copy in his file.’

‘Strangles test?’ We would usually expect a new livery to arrive with a clear one.

‘Ahh, no. But as I could isolate him, I got it done the next day. The result was clear.’

‘That’s a relief.’ But Harry doesn’t look relieved. I raise an eyebrow to encourage him to fill me in.

He clears his throat before doing so. ‘It’s just when she brought him in, she only had a hundred pounds on her in cash to put down. Some problem with her bank….’ He peters off. Livery fees are charged weekly, in advance, and paid by standing order. On arrival, two weeks of fees are taken, one to act as a deposit. There is little to stop an owner disappearing with their horse, I’ve been caught out before, and this covers unpaid fees. Extras like vets visits, hay, feed or shoeing, are charged on top and settled separately, but promptly. ‘She took the details and standing order forms with her to sort out.’

‘Of course she did.’ I don’t bother asking the question I already know the answer to.

‘I’ve tried to mention it to her since. In the pub, you know. But it’s been a bit awkward.’ Probably almost as awkward as Harry looks right now. ‘She said she was going to set it up and drop the completed forms back, and I’m sure she will, she’s, er, very believable.’

‘Uh huh.’ I think for a moment. ‘When did Houdini arrive?’

‘Er, pretty much, the, er, day after you left? Isn’t that right, Pip?’ She murmurs her agreement and I make a quick calculation.

‘So we should have received four weeks of full livery fees by now, including the deposit, but in fact we have a hundred quid.’

‘Yes,’ Harry grimaces, then adds brightly, ‘Although she could have forgotten to return the form, but set up the standing order, and the payments might already be in your account.’

I nod. ‘She could have, I’ll check later.’ She hasn’t. I’ve kept an eye on the account while away, and there’s been nothing go into it I haven’t recognised. I don’t want to be too hard on Harry though, not after he’s provided such excellent cover in my absence. The fact the fees haven’t been paid is probably only a misunderstanding, anyway. One that can be sorted out easily enough once I have the chance to meet my new neighbour. ‘Okay, we’d best get on with the day then.’ Pip leaps at the opportunity to escape, but Harry lingers.

‘Sorry,’ he says.

‘It’s not a problem. I would have done the same in your shoes.’ That’s unlikely, but I know him well enough to realise he only did what he thought was right. ‘Let’s go and look at Houdini, shall we?’

This request does nothing to lessen Harry’s anxiety, and I see why as soon as he leads the escape artist out of the stable. Overall, he’s a quality cob, but he’s been here three weeks now and is still in poor condition. I can see his ribs, his coat is dull and coarse beneath my hand. It makes me wonder what he was like when he arrived.

‘He’s picking up, but I think his teeth need doing.’ I agree and feel a flicker of anger towards his owner for allowing him to get into this state. We discuss the hard food Harry has been feeding him, which agrees with what I would have given. Houdini is also moulting, which isn’t helping his appearance, but I hope by the time his summer coat is in he’s looking better than this. He’s unshod too, his feet overgrown and cracking in places.

‘When was he last wormed?’

‘Er, Cee was a little unsure on that point.’

‘The information should have been provided on the form when he arrived.’ I’m not telling him anything he doesn’t already know, so I stop myself from continuing.

‘Yeah.’ There’s not much more he can say, is there?

I think for a minute, then decide. ‘Right. Let’s assume he hasn’t been wormed and get it done. Then can you arrange to get his teeth checked and add him to the list for the farrier this week?’ Harry nods. ‘Has he been ridden yet?’

‘No. We wanted him to put some weight on first. I used an old rug to turn him out, so he’s stretched his legs in the paddock. He moves well.’

‘Hang on. You used one of our old rugs? He doesn’t have his own?’

‘No.’ Harry’s got that awkward look on his face again.

‘Does he have his own tack?’ I’m starting to wonder what else we’re going to have to provide for Houdini.

‘Oh, yes. It’s in the tack room.’

‘Well, that’s something. Grooming kit?’ I’m already shaking my head as I can tell what the answer is from Harry’s face. ‘Okay. Add it to the list for the next trip to the saddlery. Can we get by until then?’

‘Yes, I’ve cobbled together enough from our old stuff.’ That will have to do for now. I’m due a trip to the saddlery anyway.

‘Excellent. Right, I think Houdini has taken up enough of our morning. Let’s get on. But before we do, I’d like to take you both out for dinner tonight as a thank you if you’re free?’ I raise my voice to include Pip in the invitation but see her frown as soon as I stop speaking.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. ‘Mum’s out tonight, so I’m in with Sammy.’

‘That’s a shame. Another time then?’ She nods with a smile and turns back to tacking up Chessington in readiness for her first ride out of the day. Sammy is Pip’s younger brother by about fourteen years, I think he’s six now, and she’s devoted to him. Sadly, their dad left before Sammy was one year old which has been hard on those he abandoned.

‘Grand. Count me in,’ says Harry with a grin. ‘You know I’m always up for a trip to the pub.’

‘Who said we’re going to the pub? Maybe I’m going to surprise you with a trip to, er, somewhere else?’ He raises one eyebrow at me, and I’m not sure I like being so predictable.

If this sounds like something you would like to read then Driven by Deceit is available as an eBook, paperback and hardback. You can find out more by clicking HERE or on the book cover below.

Crack the façade… Expose the truth…

A toxic arrival. The villagers enthralled. What will it take to show the reality of what lives among them?

Laura Brown has already had a tough year. What she doesn’t need is someone making it worse. But when her friend’s cottage is rented out, that’s exactly what happens as her life, and the village she loves, are invaded by someone from her past.

Laura has learned how to react to her abuser. With silence. With indifference. No one else sees the danger in their midst. That is until her friends are affected and the time comes for Laura to remember who she really is.

With the help of a mysterious visitor and Laura’s friend, Harry O’Connor, a plan forms, but when a lack of discretion threatens to derail it, Laura finds help comes from the most unlikely place.

Driven by Deceit is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists, then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

Thank you for reading. x

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While I don’t believe I’ve achieved the heights of unpredictability I’d like to have done with this series so far. I do think I’ve written something new with each book. There are no formulas to see here. I’ve tried to cover different types of psychological suspense and crime. I haven’t always stuck to my safe haven of first person present tense. I’ve used different points of view. And there have been the twists along the way that have surprised readers.

Here are some of the shows that inspire me (no spoilers):

Inside Number 9. If you are a fan of this series from Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith you might have spotted my cheeky indulgence with the name of the Jackson’s house in A Killer Strikes. Here is a short preview of Sardines, the first episode to be aired. It is a delight. And if you watch nothing else from the series. Watch this one.

The epic Game of Thrones. That scene when a popular main character is killed off. Wow. I did not think they’d go there…

There are moments in Line of Duty when the tables turn and as your eyes widen you realise all is not what you thought it to be. Delicious. (And there’s another series on the way – yippee!)

And the glorious Talking Heads monologues from Alan Bennett. Each and everyone one of them a masterpiece. The subtlety of Bennett’s writing is a joy. What is left unsaid as revealing as the words themselves. I have just treated myself to the DVD’s (yes, I still have a DVD player) of the original series which I have seen and listened to on audio many times, and the redone ones which I haven’t seen at all. I can be quite stubborn (noooooo, I hear you cry…) and if I’ve loved a particular programme or film I won’t watch any other version for fear of ruining it. But I will watch the new set of actors take on these monologues at some point and see which version I prefer. I’ll say at the outset though that the originals will be hard to beat. 😉

So, yes, my A Shade Darker series is born out of my love of unpredictability. However, rather predictably, as it’s right on schedule, it’s time for the latest in the series to be released.

Driven by Deceit will be released on the 1st May 2026. The eBook is available to pre-order now HERE. or by clicking on the book cover below. The paperback and hardback formats will be available to buy from the 1st May.

Crack the façade… Expose the truth…

A toxic arrival. The villagers enthralled. What will it take to show the reality of what lives among them?

Laura Brown has already had a tough year. What she doesn’t need is someone making it worse. But when her friend’s cottage is rented out, that’s exactly what happens as her life, and the village she loves, are invaded by someone from her past.

Laura has learned how to react to her abuser. With silence. With indifference. No one else sees the danger in their midst. That is until her friends are affected and the time comes for Laura to remember who she really is.

With the help of a mysterious visitor and Laura’s friend, Harry O’Connor, a plan forms, but when a lack of discretion threatens to derail it, Laura finds help comes from the most unlikely place.

Driven by Deceit is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists, then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

What about you? Do you like unpredictability or do you prefer to know what’s going to happen and have the story pan out in a straightforward manner? And do you have any other series to add alongside these? I can add them to my To-Be-Watched list 🙂

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I invited Harry O’Connor onto the blog this week to find out more about a person very close to the centre of my upcoming book, Driven by Deceit.

Welcome, Harry. Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you, Georgia. It’s grand to be here. I thought you would invite Laura back as she’s the main character, so I’m honoured to be here instead.

I thought it would be a great opportunity to meet Laura’s best friend. But if anyone wants to read the interview I did with Laura when A Killer Strikes was launched they can find it HERE. So, Harry, let’s get to it, you obviously enjoy working at The Stables, tell me about your background?

Okay, well, I’m Irish, and many years ago I worked in a racing yard in Ireland. I’d hoped to be a jockey, and I did race a bit, but I grew too tall and it was never going to work. Looking back, I didn’t take it well at the time and probably rather dramatically I left Ireland and all that behind me. By chance, I arrived in this part of England. I had lodgings in a nearby village, and I decided to develop my creative work. To do that, I needed to spend time round horses, which led me to Laura’s yard. I then moved to Melton, and here I still am.

Tell me more about this creative work of yours? What do you create?

Sculptures, mostly. In wood. And around ninety per cent of them are of horses. But I also paint. Again, mostly horses, but other animals too.

You seem to be at the yard at lot. You even cover for Laura so she can have a holiday in Driven by Deceit. How do you get any of your art made?

That’s the thing, isn’t it. I haven’t had the time for it. I’ve been trying to support Laura. We all had a tough start to the year with the murders. She has been under a lot of pressure, which is why I suggested the holiday. And I’m not sure if it’s what happened in January or just because I’ve been busy at the yard, plus I have a few other small jobs to keep the money coming in, but I’ve lost my appetite for creating at the moment.

I’m sorry to hear that. There’s one point in this story where you try to light that spark again, and it involves Laura. Do you want to tell me about that?

Ha ha, yes, that was a bit cheeky of me, I admit. It was quite an evening, though. I don’t think it will come as a surprise to anyone to hear that I have strong feelings for Laura. And I tried to put her in a situation where she might realise she feels the same. Because we have a problem. You called me her best friend at the start of this interview. And that is the problem. We are friends. Have been for years. And let me tell you, it’s practically impossible to change that relationship into a romantic one.

And was that cheeky evening of yours successful in changing the relationship?

A gentleman never tells, Georgia. You know that.

Interesting, Harry. Well, whether it was or not, I understand that there is a new arrival in this book that catches your eye?

Ahh. Yes. There is actually more than one new arrival in this story, but I know who you are referring to, and all I can say is that I’m only human. Red blooded male, and all that. I defy any man not to be attracted to–

Ooh, don’t spoil the surprise, Harry. Let’s keep the readers guessing, shall we? Do you think you might have sent mixed messages to Laura because of this flirtation?

I don’t think there was any flirtation. I met someone whom I found attractive. It happens, but it’s not like I was going to do anything about it because of Laura. Looking back, I think Laura maybe saw something that wasn’t actually there.

If you say so, Harry. Anyway, that’s all just a bit of a distraction in an otherwise rather nasty tale, don’t you think?

Absolutely. That other arrival I mentioned. I realise I was slow on the uptake, and I still feel bad for that, but honestly, talk about seeing someone’s true colours. I was shocked that anyone could be so awful.

Laura’s reputation was certainly at stake. But I understand there was money involved too?

There was. And don’t forget about the horse.

Ah, yes. It all started with the horse.

Did it though? I think it all started many years ago.

Very astute, Harry. Very astute.

Thank you. Given what a fool I was, I’ve given it a lot of thought.

I don’t think you were a fool, Harry. Let’s say you were taken in. And, of course, you weren’t the only one.

No, I wasn’t. Many of us had our eyes opened, rather dramatically. I have to say, Georgia. It is turning out to be quite a year.

It certainly is. I wonder what will happen during the rest of it.

Aren’t you meant to know that?

You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you? But the future is filled with infinite possibilities, Harry, and nothing is set in stone yet.

Oooh, intriguing.

I like to keep everyone guessing. Even myself. Anyway, let’s hope our lovely readers enjoy finding out all about your adventures in Driven by Deceit, Harry. And enjoy the rest of the weekend. I’m sure there are some horses somewhere you’re meant to be exercising.

I’m sure there are, Georgia, best get back to it. Thanks for having me here. I’ve enjoyed the chat. 😊

If you’d like to find out more about Harry O’Connor and see how he fits into the story you can buy Driven by Deceit from all the places you usually get your books. You can start HERE, or by clicking on the book cover below, or any of the images in this post.

Thank you x

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“Art is never finished, only abandoned,” is a quote attributed to Leonardo DaVinci. It highlights the fact that perfection is unattainable and creative work is only completed when the artist chooses to stop and let it go.

This is something I really struggle with when writing. When to let go. In my day job I am a completer of things. I am project driven. I like to see something right through to the end where all the t’s are crossed and i’s dotted. When all the figures balance and I can walk away and know the job is finished. I like to cross the task off in my diary and know there is nothing more I could have done to improve it.

Oh, how very different writing is. I am getting better. With my first book, A Single Step, I dilly dallied over publishing it for months, years. I kept rereading it and endlessly editing. Tweaking, changing, rewriting. Obsessing*.

The quote, “I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again,” is famously attributed to Irish playwright and author Oscar Wilde.

I can relate. Often I’d spend an afternoon rewriting a whole paragraph. Turning it round and round only by the end for it to look remarkably similar to how it was when I started work on it. What a waste of time because, in fact, there are diminishing returns on all that extra effort.

But still that manuscript had to be prised from my hands.

As I said above, I am getting better. The schedule I am on to produce one book a year with the A Shade Darker series is helping with that. I still obsess over the fact I might have left something out. Something important. Once written, a line or thought will often pop into my mind while shopping, or when out with the dog, or in the middle of the night, and I’ll think ooh, that sounds better, I’ll use that and I’ll make a note of it and add it to the pile of other such scribbles. Often when I check through the manuscript (again!) to include all these important notes, I find they were the words I’d used in the first place, or, yes, I had already included that. Clearly my brain is just doing its own little double checking thing.

Occasionally, though, these random thoughts that spring to mind have indeed saved me from actually publishing something that makes no sense at all. Like in Before the Dawn, when on a dog walk I suddenly realised that character’s arms couldn’t possibly be hanging where they were as they’d been tied at the wrists! Phew. That was a moment. Major embarrassment averted!

So, the lesson is to always pay attention to the weird thinky thoughts that come to me. To always write them down, because, you know, memory… And to always just do that last check through to make sure your brain isn’t trying to save you, yet again.

And on that note, I have just added all my final (I hope!) scribbles to Driven by Deceit (Book 5 of the A Shade Darker series). I am currently doing a final read through and will then set up the files on Bookfunnel to send it out to my wonderful ARC (Advance Reader Copy) readers. (I should add that by this stage the book has already been through its beta readers, its intrepid editor and its diligent proof reader.)

But my eagle-eyed ARC readers will spot another load of errors. ‘Tis always the way, and I love them for it.

Driven by Deceit will be published on the 1^st May 2026 as its story is told through the month of May. The eBook is available for preorder from your favourite retailer by clicking HERE or on any of the images scattered throughout this post.

Crack the façade… Expose the truth…

A toxic arrival. The villagers enthralled. What will it take to show the reality of what lives among them?

Laura Brown has already had a tough year. What she doesn’t need is someone making it worse. But when her friend’s cottage is rented out, that’s exactly what happens as her life, and the village she loves, are invaded by someone from her past.

Laura has learned how to react to her abuser. With silence. With indifference. No one else sees the danger in their midst. That is until her friends are affected and the time comes for Laura to remember who she really is.

With the help of a mysterious visitor and Laura’s friend, Harry O’Connor, a plan forms, but when a lack of discretion threatens to derail it, Laura finds help comes from the most unlikely place.

Driven by Deceit is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists, then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

Driven by Deceit will also be available as a paperback and hardback but those formats will be launched on the 1st May and can’t be pre-ordered.

Thank you for your continued support. It means a lot.

Georgia x

* And I can tell you now. I don’t reread any of my older books as I’d start editing all over again.

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Book Description

Crack the façade… Expose the truth…

A toxic arrival. The villagers enthralled. What will it take to show the reality of what lives among them?

Laura Brown has already had a tough year. What she doesn’t need is someone making it worse. But when her friend’s cottage is rented out, that’s exactly what happens as her life, and the village she loves, are invaded by someone from her past.

Laura has learned how to react to her abuser. With silence. With indifference. No one else sees the danger in their midst. That is until her friends are affected and the time comes for Laura to remember who she really is.

With the help of a mysterious visitor and Laura’s friend, Harry O’Connor, a plan forms, but when a lack of discretion threatens to derail it, Laura finds help comes from the most unlikely place.

Driven by Deceit is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists, then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

*****

If this looks like something you might like to read, you can find the eBook at your favourite bookshop HERE. Or click on the book cover.

Of course, as with all series it is always best if you start at the beginning so you can find Book 1, A Killer Strikes, HERE, Book 2, Shape of Revenge, HERE, Book 3, Hard to Forgive, HERE and Book 4, A Stolen Future, HERE.

There will be a paperback and hardback available too. These will follow once I’ve received the map and covers from my cover designer, Simon, and will definitely be in place by the 1 May 2026.

As always many thanks for your support. x

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A Stolen Future is one week old today and I thought I would share with you the first chapter:

1: A Chip off the Old Block?

There had been a moment, once, a long time ago now, when Mr Marchant Senior had casually placed his hand on my bottom. I had only brought the post into his office to be signed and was therefore far too surprised to react. Unexpected. That’s what it was. Badly timed too. What with him being married. Happily, by all accounts, although since that incident I wasn’t so sure. I’d even speculated that maybe, just maybe, something was missing from his world, despite the carefully crafted façade of family man, local philanthropist, head of building empire.

That touch had held such promise, although it lingered but a moment. And it was thrilling. All these years later, I could still recall the sensation, the tingle.

Sadly, it was all I had left of what might have been. Because now, my world was a different place, and I didn’t care for it.

I hear Rex call me, not by name, of course. An abrupt, ‘Come here,’ is barked out instead. I used to ignore it, pretend he was calling someone else. A passing dog, perhaps. But that only made matters worse.

I pick up my pad and pen and hurry to his office, reflecting on the fact Mr Marchant Senior had always had the grace to call my extension if he wanted me to come through. Not that he’d needed to often. In those days, both my and his office walls were glass and he could easily get my attention without the need to shout.

I enter Rex’s inner sanctum.

‘Where’s my dry cleaning? My suit? I need it tonight.’ Hands behind his head, he leans back on his executive chair behind the expansive desk on which there is precious little sign of any work being done.

‘You haven’t asked me to collect any dry cleaning.’ My voice breaks as I speak and I clear my throat, my mouth dry as I stare down at my pad, at recent instructions. No. No mention of dry cleaning. He leans forward. His close-set eyes are eager, like those of a bird of prey, its target in sight.

‘Yes, I did. You said you’d pick it up and bring it in this morning.’

‘Did I?’ The furrow deepens between my eyes as I struggle to remember.

‘Clearly you’ve forgotten, so go get it now.’

‘I’m in the middle of—’

‘Now.’ He slides a single sheet of paper, which he pretends to read, across the polished mahogany and I know I’m dismissed. I stifle my sigh of frustration as I return to my office to retrieve my handbag and keys. It’s a pain when interruptions break the flow of me putting the monthly finance reports together. I like to follow my tried and tested process so nothing gets missed. Plus, it’s also my lunch hour. It isn’t a long journey back to Sharon’s Stores in Melton, a round trip of ten miles, but as I live in Melton, it would have been far easier if I could have run the errand on the way to, or from, work. Also, this interruption means I’m unlikely to get the reports completed this afternoon and Rex does like them done on the first of the month. Why, I haven’t yet fathomed, as I’m sure he never so much as glances at them.

They’ve not made for pretty reading in months, and yet he’s not said a word.

I visit the facilities, thinking it is ironic he wants me to pick up his suit on company time when he never wears one in the office. Jeans and a tee shirt are his usual attire. Although only his. Everyone else wears office clothes, which I prefer anyway. You know where you are with what amounts to a uniform.

Although I will never forget the rather pointed comments he once made, embarrassingly in front of the other staff, joking (and I use that word loosely) about which decade my suits had come from, thus shaming me into replacing my entire workwear wardrobe. An expense I could have done without. Much as I hate to admit it when I’d evaluated my appearance after Rex’s rather cruel observations, I had seen how old-fashioned I’d become. How frumpy.

Of course, Mr Marchant Senior had never worn anything less formal than a suit to the office, sometimes a three-piece. I liked those particularly, as I found a well-fitted waistcoat becoming on a man.

I don’t even like calling him Rex. His father had been Mr Marchant to me, despite our close working relationship, and I remember clearly the exchange with Rex on his first day. He’d scoffed at me calling him Mr Marchant, which I did out of respect.

‘I’m not my father,’ he’d spat out through gritted teeth.

No, you’re not. But in those early days of the new reign, I’d still had hope the business of Marchant & Son would carry on as before, as would my job. Disillusion followed shortly thereafter.

Before I leave my office, I carefully check through all the recent notes on my pad again. I’ve taken to writing everything down because clearly my memory is not what it once was and Rex often pulls me up on things I’ve forgotten. I’ve also made two serious mistakes in recent months, which had shaken my confidence.

No, there is no mention of any dry cleaning. Not recently anyway. Obviously, I’ve picked it up before, though why I have no idea as it isn’t part of my job description. But then many things I do for Rex I was never called upon to do for his father. I thought it was because of Mr Marchant Senior coming from a different generation. He was more aware of, and sensitive to, most of the boundaries of the employer/employee relationship.

I walk out to my beloved car, an original Mini Cooper, surprised it passed the MOT again last month and is therefore good for another year on the road. I’d been concerned it would fail and had lain awake at night fretting over the possibility of having to spend my savings on replacing it. At least that worry is deferred for another year. In dire need of a wash, it is the shabbiest vehicle in the car park. Which is probably the reason Rex withdrew my entitlement to the reserved spot next to his BMW I had with Mr Marchant Senior for so many years. I appreciate from his point of view it isn’t the image of success the company wants to project.

I wait as two company vans turn in. One of the site managers, Eddie Lumbers, is in the first, and he raises his hand to me in greeting as they pass by and follow the road round to the rear of the building I work in. There is a huge yard out back which houses the construction machines, vehicles and materials. Running along the far side and forming an L shape with the office block is a large building, called The Lodge, for use by the builders themselves and all the support staff and professionals brought in on projects such as architects and surveyors.

This is the area Mr Marchant Senior loved to spend his time in most and whenever he had the chance, he was at his happiest when he got to change from his office into his work clothes and discuss projects with his men. He took every opportunity he could to visit and spend time on each site for the same reason. Under the new regime, I worry this crucial part of the business lacks guidance and direction.

Despite the excellent project and site managers we have on the payroll, it still needs an experienced someone with a guiding hand in overall control, and that’s where there is a problem with Rex. He lacks any credibility, as he hasn’t a clue what he is talking about.

I can’t help worry, but why I do, I’m not sure. After all, it isn’t my company. Why should it bother me if Rex is already damaging its reputation? The reality is I’ve been part of the business for so long it’s difficult not to care and I can’t turn my back on something Mr Marchant Senior put so much work into building.

As I leave Buntingley and drive towards Melton, I put Rex out of my mind, as my thoughts wander back to that bottom touch from what I realise is now some eight years ago. I know I shouldn’t dwell on it. It’s pathetic to do so, particularly after so long, but I have never been able to help myself. What if I’d responded? Favourably, of course. Where might I be now? Not where I am, living in a small cottage and scratching out a living with little besides a state pension to see me through my twilight years, of that I’m certain.

I’d given myself a good talking-to at the time, of course. Told myself George wouldn’t have minded. My husband had died far too young, and well before there had been any planning for our old age. Now, although only about to turn fifty, I feel I’m racing towards retirement, and with no one else to rely on for support I’ve only ever managed to get by and not been in a position to put much away over the years.

‘Needs must, old girl,’ is what George would have said had I encouraged Mr Marchant Senior. Which is weird now because I was barely twenty when George died. Still, it’s what he called me, had done since we’d met in our early teens way back in the 1980s. At the time I’d imagined us growing old together, his endearment becoming more appropriate as the years passed. But that life was all so long ago, and so different from the one I live now. Some days it is as if it hadn’t happened at all.

I think they’d have got on, my George and Mr Marchant Senior. They were of the same cut, had the same altruistic nature. I believe it’s why I was so drawn to Mr Marchant Senior. He reminded me of my lost love.

I’ve also recently pondered that one short-lived husband and a bottom touch doesn’t amount to much by way of romance in a lifetime. For years after losing George, I hadn’t been able to even contemplate getting involved with anyone else. Then I sunk all my energy into working with Mr Marchant Senior to build Marchant and Son into the company it is today. Also, it isn’t as if anyone has shown any interest in me in years either so I’m not exactly inspired to give romance another go. No, when it comes down to it, given the passion, excitement and unpredictability of my early years with George, I’ve been perfectly happy with my steady job and quiet home life.

I pass the end of Marchant Road, renamed years ago and the clearest indication, if any is needed, of the high esteem Mr Marchant Senior was held in around here. Pulling up in front of the village shop, Sharon’s Stores, I get out, wishing I’d had the foresight to put on my coat. Despite it being April, if only the first, there is a chill wind, and I pull my jacket around me as I scuttle across to the entrance. Rain is in the air and spring feels far away.

Sharon sits behind the counter, as usual. She is far too pale, her face drawn and sickly beneath the peroxide hair. I’ve heard rumours she is ill and undergoing tests but as far as anyone knows there has been no diagnosis as yet. I go straight to the counter and, as I find her prickly to get into conversation with, restrict myself to asking for Rex’s suit. Not that it prevents her from prying.

‘Do you have the receipt? Oh, and have you heard about poor Dora Smith?’ Sharon’s hair is like straw, dry and fragile, the ends splitting. I’m relieved I never embarked along the hair-dyeing route. There are some greys on my head, but I have every intention of letting them develop at a pace to lead me elegantly into old age. I smooth my shoulder-length hair with my free hand, to reassure myself it is well-conditioned, then tuck one side behind my ear as I reply.

‘No, sorry. Rex has misplaced it.’ It’s always the same if I’m collecting something for him. I never have the ticket, and I’ve given up asking him for paperwork. It’s as though he doesn’t think he need concern himself with such trifling details. He’s the same with any receipt or invoice. “Only plebs keep those”, he’d once told me when I’d tried to explain their need for my bookkeeping. I ignore Sharon’s eye roll as I deflect her second question. ‘Dora’s a good friend, as well as a neighbour.’ And no, Sharon, I’m not going to gossip about her.

‘There’s something funny been going on with her. You mark my words. Mind, you’ll know all about it, of course, seeing as how you’re such good friends.’ Sharon makes this nasty dig, I know her too well to take any notice, then tuts as she slides herself off the stool. Rex’s name will be on the bag anyway, but I get the impression Sharon likes her customers to be fully aware of just how much they are putting her out. As it is, she goes through to the back and returns mere seconds later with the suit bag. Astonishingly, it hasn’t entailed a long hunt after all, as I suspected. Weirdly she strokes her hand down the cover and smiles. ‘I bet he looks super in this. He’s such a charming young man and so handsome.’ My responding smile is stiff but I keep my mouth shut, take out the company credit card, pay, and leave the shop before she can expand on her thoughts about Rex or mention the subject of Dora Smith again.

The rain is insistent now and coming in on a slant, which causes me to duck and tilt my head away from its icy sting as I hustle across the road. Having only two doors on the car, I battle to get the suit bag into the back and hung on the hook. Once I’m in the driving seat, I sweep my wet hair off my face, then remove my speckled glasses and wipe them on the edge of my skirt before turning on the fan as I start the engine to de-mist the windows. It isn’t efficient, so as usual I clear the windscreen with a tissue from my bag. Reluctantly, I ignore the call of home and head back to the office, consoling myself by eating the sandwich I’d made for lunch on the way.

My thoughts drift back to Dora. I’m still reeling from her complete breakdown at the weekend. At everything it revealed. I know it will have shocked everyone who witnessed it, but it had left me with the feeling I’d let her down badly. I believed I knew her and yet I knew nothing.

I check in with Trish Taylor, our receptionist, as I walk back into the office, then I have a quick word or two with the other staff who are at their desks, working my way across the open-plan section until I reach my and Rex’s offices at the end. Everything is running smoothly. I deliver the suit to Rex’s office and, in his absence, hang it on the back of the door. Then I carry on with the reports, struggling with the new accounting system.

Rex walks in through the main door at nearly four o’clock, after what has clearly been a lengthy lunch. I try to ignore it when he lingers in reception, flirting with Trish and distracting her and me from our work, but it is hard to do given the glass walls and open-plan arrangement.

The way Rex chases after the young women in the company is problematic. Recruitment to replace those who leave fills considerably more hours of my day than it has ever done before. It is only a matter of time before someone sues us.

It’s another half an hour before he passes my office and I call out to tell him I’d put the suit on the back of his door, a fact he barely acknowledges. His rudeness, although I should be used to it by now, rankles, so even though I know I shouldn’t, I blurt out, ‘Also, could you not distract Trish? She has a lot to get through today.’ He pauses, retraces his steps, and stands fully in my doorway, his rugby player build intimidating.

‘As I’m the one who pays her, I’ll decide how she spends her fucking time.’ He then walks away to his office. Despite being used to the way he speaks to me, and his language, my heart flutters like a startled moth, and a flush creeps up my neck as I glance over at the cubicles. A couple of curious faces quickly turn back to their screens. I can’t condemn their interest because he never lowers his voice, especially if I am the one at the end of some rebuke.

I’ve spent many years building my position in the company, but now Rex is in charge, any control I had is slipping away from beneath me like scree down a mountainside with me left scrabbling for purchase as he undermines me whenever he has the chance. It isn’t on, but no approach to address the matter of the friction between us working together has been successful to date. He cannot take feedback, and as I hate confrontation, I’ve learned to back away from giving it. Today is no different and rather than challenge him, which a stronger person would have done. I quietly seethe at my desk instead as I continue to work on my reports.

With my trip out earlier, there is no way I’m going to complete them today, so as five-thirty approaches, I decide I’ll finish them the next morning. As I pack away, Rex comes out of his office and into mine with his hand held out.

‘Where are the reports?’

‘Because I had to get your suit. I wasn’t able to complete them, so I’ll finish them tomorrow.’

‘That’s unacceptable. I want them on the first of the month. You know that and I don’t want to hear your excuses. You shouldn’t have wasted your time going out when you did, should you?’

‘But you told me to do it straight away.’

‘No, I didn’t. Don’t twist your failings back onto me. What do I tell you to do?’ Then clearly not expecting an answer, he continues, ‘Prioritise. I want those reports on my desk first thing, so I suggest you stay and complete them tonight, or maybe you’d prefer to come in early?’ He raises his hand, points his finger towards me. ‘First thing. No excuses.’

His orders having to take precedence over anything else I might have to do is one thing. But I dislike the fact it then gives him the excuse to complain when I am behind with my own tasks. Consequently I have become resentful, which isn’t an emotion I’ve experienced at any other time in my working life.

I sit back at my desk unable to answer or even look at him any further, so humiliated do I feel. The shame of being spoken to like that by someone young enough to be my son is mortifying and it is all I can do not to cry as I carry on. It isn’t like I’m not used to working late but I hadn’t planned on doing so today. In reality, it takes me a little over an hour, and once done, I print off the hard copies he asks for. When I go to put them on his desk, the suit is still hanging on the back of the door. I stop and stare at it, then curse under my breath.

The chill wind whips round the corner as I step out of the building later, hitting me with a refreshing blast that’s welcome after so many hours staring at a screen. I spot Eddie Lumbers wiping my car down with a chamois, which is a surprise. It looks as sparkly as an old car can manage.

‘Thank you, that’s kind of you,’ I say as I get nearer, delighted as it saves me a job I rarely get round to.

‘You’re welcome. After being on site I had to wash my truck anyway,’ and he gesticulates to his pickup nearby, ‘so it was as easy to do yours at the same time.’ I smile at him, his face creasing in response, eyes shining. He has a pencil behind his ear as usual. It’s replaced “his next cigarette” that he always had lined up there until he quit a few years ago. Even this early in the year, he has a healthy glow about him. I suppose it’s from being outside. The silver of his hair, the change that causes the colour to drain from so many people’s faces, has no such success in his case. ‘You’re late finishing.’

‘Yes, I had to complete some reports Rex wanted, so it was easier to stay late than to come in early.’

‘How conscientious of you.’ He grins as I roll my eyes. Eddie and I have never exchanged a word about our lives working under Rex. We don’t need to. We both understand the score. Although I’ve noticed Rex behaves better with those at The Lodge than with those in the office. Eddie hesitates, as though not sure if or how to continue. ‘Erm… Do you know how Dora is? I’ve been worried.’ Eddie had been part of the cast for the Murder Mystery evening, so had been witness to the events of last Saturday night.

‘It’s kind of you to ask after her. I’ve seen her, and she’s feeling better. I think she’ll be home early next week.’

‘That’s good to hear. When you see her next, give her my best, won’t you?’

‘Of course I will.’ We say our goodbyes as I get into my car, relieved to be on my way home at last.

I’d visited Dora at the hospital the day after the Murder Mystery with some trepidation. She’d always appeared to me to be one of the strongest women I knew, and I’d worried myself through a restless night as to the damage the ordeal might have caused her. Despite preparing myself, she’d still appeared small in the bed, and fragile, like an injured bird, broken and lost. Beyond the bandages and bruises she’d been calm, although distant, and struggled to concentrate on anything for any period. She’d lapsed into silence mid-sentence and gazed out of the window distractedly. She hadn’t wanted to talk for long, had said she was tired and had said nothing about the incident, which I’d understood. Afterwards, as I’d returned to my car, I’d been glad I’d gone, so she’d know I was there for her. I’d also gleaned she was likely to be in hospital until after the coming weekend so, as one practical thing I can do, I am going to carry out a thorough clean of her cottage so it is all ready for her return.

It is harder for me to switch off from work these days. My latest mistake or admonishment from Rex spins through my brain like clothes in a washing machine, often into the early hours. Later that evening, I sit in the quiet with a glass of wine and, as I’ve done many times before, focus on my work situation. This is the first day in April. Another month having passed by in which nothing has changed. Just like nothing has changed over the last eight years. I’ve given it enough time to improve, yet it hasn’t and now something has to give, because I can’t continue to work in that environment.

Despite examining the problem from every direction over the past weeks and months, I can only see one way to resolve the situation and I can’t keep procrastinating.

Either I have to go, or Rex does.

A Stolen Future is now available to buy.

Book Description

A rival to overcome… A truth to reveal…

A family firm. A long-held promise. What will it take to protect all she loves?

Alice Fraser has everything she needs. A comfortable home. A few good friends. A satisfying career. But when the promise made doesn’t materialise and everything changes at work she finds herself losing control of all she once held dear.

She could have left. She should have left. Instead she decides to dig in, and make life uncomfortable for her tormentor.

Petty revenge, she calls it. And that’s how it starts. But one day she is pushed too far, and once she takes the next step there is no going back.

A Stolen Future is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

If this looks like something you might like to read, you can find it at your favourite bookshop HERE. Or by clicking on the book cover.

Thank you x

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One of my favourite reviews is for A Single Step where the reviewer said “I stopped reading at 18% when the “F” bomb showed up. I don’t do profanity… I don’t care if it IS how the characters would talk “in real life”!” It is also the review that the most people have found helpful. Although back in the days when people could comment on reviews someone had responded, “Thanks for letting me know. Makes me want to buy it now.” I’m not sure that was the intention of the original reviewer. But it is a useful review because it warns (or encourages) potential readers and hopefully puts off those who might be similarly offended.

This is also another example of the fact you can’t please everyone, which is why I believe you should only please yourself as a writer.

I prefer my characters to be as real as possible and it might be the company I keep but I know very few people that don’t swear at all. Most people do, in my experience, to some degree, so for me it would feel weird to create a world in which nobody swore.

I also fully agree with Billy Connolly (one of my favourite comedians) above. I don’t believe that swearing has anything to do with a lack of vocabulary. You only have to read my books to know that. I know loads of words but there is always room for a well-placed f**k.

The only time I have regretted the swearing I have written into a book is with Parallel Lies, the first book in my mostly forgotten middle series (I seriously need to market them better, or at all perhaps…) The Ross Duology. My regret is that I didn’t go far enough with it. There is something that happens in this book that is truly horrible and there is a word that the person involved would have used. I backed away from writing it and while I didn’t think too much of it at the time I have realised since that I made a mistake.

This is what I’m leading up too. There is a character in A Stolen Future who swears. It’s not all the time but it is there and I believe it is fully in line with their personality so I make no apology for it. Like I said, I want my characters to be real.

So, if you are not offended by a little bad language then please check out A Stolen Future HERE. The eBook is available to pre-order now and will be published on the 1st April 2025. Paperbacks and hardbacks will be available then too. And if you are offended by such words then please look away, this is not for you.

Thank you x

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I invited Alice Fraser onto the blog this week to find out more about the person at the centre of my upcoming book, A Stolen Future.

Welcome, Alice. Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you, Georgia. It’s lovely to be here. And thank you for giving up some of your weekend to talk to me.

You work such long hours there didn’t seem to be any other way to make this happen. You obviously enjoy your job?

I used to. But things have changed and I’m not so sure any more. It feels more like a duty. But, of course, I need the money so I have to stick with it.

I’m sorry to hear you feel like that. Would you like to tell the readers where you work?

Oh, actually, I’ve just realised how indiscreet I was then I hope the boss doesn’t read this…

I know him and I’m sure he won’t. Don’t worry.

How well do you know him? Are you friends?

Absolutely not. And there’s no need to be suspicious, Alice. I just meant he’s not the sort to spend his time er, reading…. So I think you’re safe talking to me and my readers.

Ah, yes. I see what you mean. Well I guess it won’t hurt to share. I work for Marchant and Son. A building company in the nearby village of Buntingley.

And have you been there a long time?

Yes, since my early twenties. I originally worked for Mr Marchant Senior, of course. He was a marvellous man. Such a visionary, and so generous.

It sounds like you certainly enjoyed your time with him. And you live in Melton, I believe?

Yes. Dora Smith is my next door neighbour, and friend, of course. I think you’ve interviewed her here before?

That’s right. Last year. She’s had a bad time of it recently, hasn’t she? I’m sure she appreciates your support.

I think we were all shocked by what happened at the Murder Mystery evening. But I hope she’s put that behind her now.

A little bird tells me she’s been encouraging you to find a little romance in your life.

She has but I rather think that ship’s sailed. I was so focused for so many years on work I guess I forgot to make a life for myself at the same time. It feels too late now.

Never say never, Alice. So, just going back to your position at Marchant and Son. If things have changed, and you’re no longer happy there. Why do you stay?

I feel a responsibility towards the company, and all those who work there. And… and… I’m not about to be driven out of something without receiving what I’m due. There, I’ve said it.

Okay. You feel you’re being driven out?

Absolutely! And I can tell you now it’s not going to happen. It doesn’t matter how he treats me. I am not going to walk…

He?

Oh! I’ve said too much. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.

I’m sorry you feel like that, Alice. I’m sure it’s fine but let’s change the subject. What do you like to do in your spare time?

I haven’t had much of that, but things are going to change and I thought I’d like to grow some vegetables. Gardening is meant to be good for you after all.

Plus you get all that lovely produce to eat. I look forward to seeing how green your fingers are, Alice. In the meantime, I can see you’re itching to get away so don’t let me keep you.

Thank you, Georgia. And can I just say how much I appreciate you persevering with A Stolen Future. I know it’s not been easy to write but I hope your readers enjoy finding out what I did. I don’t know about you but I am a bit apprehensive about what they’ll think.

As am I, Alice. As am I. Many thanks for talking to me and have a lovely weekend.

If you’d like to find out more about Alice Fraser and read her story you can buy A Stolen Future from all the places you usually get your books. You can start HERE, or by clicking on the book cover below.

Thank you. x

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When I started planning the A Shade Darker series, I had a simple idea in my head: Twelve books, each one covering a different sin, or the breaking of a commandment, because of there only being seven sins. As soon as I started my research, it quickly became apparent this was never going to be simple. Sins, or the act of sinning, rarely means just one sin is committed or one commandment is broken, one, or more, lead to another. Adultery committed through envy, for example. Or murder because of anger. Then, of course, there are the degrees of sinning along the way to consider too.

I was also shocked by how much of a sinner, or breaker of commandments, I was. I’d never really thought about it before but, we all are, really. How many of can truly say we are without sin? I’m obviously not saying we all do the big ones; murder, adultery, theft. But what about those that feel like the less serious ones? Have we never experienced pride, envy, greed, and gluttony? I know I have.

As I start each book I write down the commandments likely to be broken and the sins the story will incorporate. For A Stolen Future I wrote down – Theft – Pride – Envy. Make of that what you will.

If you’d like to see what those three words spiralled into the eBook of A Stolen Future is available to pre-order now. It will be published on the 1^st April 2025 but if you pre-order now, it will be delivered seamlessly to your reading device without you having to give it another thought. Simples!

Click on one of the images or HERE if you’d like to find out more.

Thank you x

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Book Description

A rival to overcome… A truth to reveal…

A family firm. A long-held promise. What will it take to protect all she loves?

Alice Fraser has everything she needs. A comfortable home. A few good friends. A satisfying career. But when the promise made doesn’t materialise and everything changes at work she finds herself losing control of all she once held dear.

She could have left. She should have left. Instead she decides to dig in, and make life uncomfortable for her tormentor.

Petty revenge, she calls it. And that’s how it starts. But one day she is pushed too far, and once she takes the next step there is no going back.

A Stolen Future is a gripping domestic suspense novel. If you like character-driven action, suspenseful storytelling and unexpected twists then you’ll love this psychological thriller.

*****

If this looks like something you might like to read, you can find the eBook at your favourite bookshop HERE. Or click on the book cover.

Of course, as with all series it is always best if you start at the beginning so you can find Book 1, A Killer Strikes, HERE, Book 2, Shape of Revenge, HERE and Book 3, Hard to Forgive, HERE.

There will be a paperback and hardback available too. These will follow once I’ve received the map and covers from my cover designer, Simon, and will definitely be in place by the 1 April 2025.

As always many thanks for your support. x

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