Spring has finally come a bit later than usual, with warm weather and sun. And the difference the weather makes. London streets look cheerful rather than bland and grey.
I’ve been working on my third novel, a psychological thriller called Silent, and churning out pages of work. The novel, set in the Lancashire/Yorkshire borders, follows the story of pianist Gavin as he struggles to come to terms with a tragedy that took place five years earlier during his student days at the stately Harlesden Hall. The Hall had a disturbed past, and during Gavin’s brief stay there as a student, secrets from the past exploded, bringing about a devastating conclusion.
In the following section of the story, Gavin has returned to the area of Harlesden five years on and finds himself stranded and the target in a murder investigation:
I order another pint, then go out to look for him. Empty lanes. Fields and an evening sky with a setting sun, red like a fire. Towering hills in the distant, cairns, gates. Breeze. You can’t see Harlesden Hall from here, but I stare in the direction of the ruins anyway, scanning the horizon – and as I do, a cold feeling passes through me, a sense that madness and tragedy are about to strike yet again on those grounds.
Meanwhile, my other two novels – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey and EggHead - are available from Amazon in paperback and e-book.
Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.
Newspaper article on author.