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The Reluctant Mother
Prologue Note: This sample is pre-publication and is subject to change. Abruzzo, Italy The Abruzzo is a place in the world that falls under the mantle of “outstanding natural beauty”. Nestled in the Apennines on the Adriatic coast, it is one of those areas of Italy with villages and farms sitting atop seemingly inaccessible peaks.Continue reading “The Reluctant Mother”
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For a limited time, both books for £3.99. That’s a saving of £5.Love, murder, corruption and misogyny under the volcano. https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08N6SJ34X?ref_=dbs_p_mng_rwt_ser_shvlr&storeType=ebooks
Baia Terme Station
Charcoal sketch of Baia Terme station (now closed) where PO Jones was shot in ‘79. The Alcoholic Mercenary on special tomorrow. “…this book was utterly compelling from beginning to end” — Book Bandit’s Library #BookRecommendations #readingcommunity #CrimeFiction
The Hidden Syndicate
An unlikely team thrown together in a battle against a hidden enemy. Love, crime, blood, and intrigue in Southern Italy. What more could a reader want? amazon.co.uk/dp/B0862GX8W6🇬🇧 amazon.com/dp/B0862GX8W6🇺🇸 amazon.ca/dp/B0862GX8W6🇨🇦
Prolog — Part 2
The thrill of the sea spray, the wind, the bouncing and jostling of the Zodiac always excited him. He could think of nothing he would prefer at three in the morning. Stefano had the compass and kept waving directions when he veered, pushed off course by an unforgiving sea. The chop got worse as CapriContinue reading “Prolog — Part 2”
He’d Speared a Squid
When I saw that scene in Game of Thrones, where they throned Rob Stark, it reminded me of squid fishing in the Bay of Naples, January ninety-four. “The king in the North! The king in the North!” they clamoured, raising tankards and slurping ale while covered in bearskins and wearing swords. There were no bearskinsContinue reading “He’d Speared a Squid”
Just a taste
‘What will you do?’ Jake asked her. She shrugged and looked across the Potomac. A dampness in her underarms was irritating her. It wasn’t that hot. Being called to see the director caused the sweat to overpower her roll-on and stain the underarms of her pantsuit. Or so she thought. She didn’t have much experienceContinue reading “Just a taste”