The Eyes of the Accused Re-launch

Today, I’m delighted to share the new cover for The Eyes of the Accused. It will be re-launched by Bloodhound Books on 6th June. Below is the first chapter of the book. I hope you enjoy it.

Book Description:

Fresh from the horrors of their last case, private investigators Ben and Maddie are plunged into a disturbing world of terror as they search for missing pregnant girl, Hannah Heath.

Drawn to Frank Crowley, a suspect in Hannah’s disappearance, Maddie is about to come face to face with true evil. As she gets close to Crowley, Maddie will learn all is not what it seems.

Crowley is just a small part of something much larger. Something so terrible and deranged, it defies reason.

When Maddie disappears, Ben is left in a desperate race against time to find her and uncover the truth.

But can Ben and Maddie both survive this time?

 

First Chapter

Hannah Heath knew she was dying. Her head felt strangely detached from her body, as if it might float away at any moment like a helium balloon. A strip light blinked above her. Perhaps a mothership come to take her home. But where was home? Over the hills and far away, for all she knew. Her swollen bladder threatened to burst.

Outside the echoing dome of her skull, she heard a voice. ‘You asked to go to the toilet. Don’t you dare wet yourself. Get up!’

So tired now. Tired enough to die. She closed her eyes and waited for the angels to take her to heaven. The angels seemed otherwise engaged. Perhaps this terrible place was beyond their jurisdiction.

‘Stand up. I’m not dragging you all the way to the toilet.’

The words sounded as if they’d been fired from a canon. She wanted to say she couldn’t move. Her body was too tired. Exhausted. But the words refused to form on her lips. Hands on hers. Pulling her upright. A grunting noise, followed by several short sharp pants. ‘Come… on… get… up…’

Hannah opened one eye. Bright light forced it shut again. She tried to speak. Ask to be left alone, but the words came out all wrong. ‘Schmalone.’

Something pressed into her right breast. It bore down into her chest. She reached out, and her hand brushed against something coarse. Hair? She tried to grip it, but her fingers felt swollen and useless.

‘Stand up, you stupid girl.’ Continue reading

The Revelation Room Re-launch

Today, I’m delighted to be able to show you the new cover for The Revelation Room, and share the first chapter with you. The book is going to be re-launched by Bloodhound Books next week:

Book Description:
Ben Whittle’s father, a private investigator, has been taken captive by a cult whilst investigating the case of a missing girl. When Ben receives a desperate call from his father asking for help he is drawn into a dark underground world.

As Ben retraces the last known steps of the missing girl he discovers his only option left is to join the cult and rescue his father from the inside.

The leader of the cult, Edward Ebb, is a psychopathic egocentric who uses his position to control his small group of followers in The Sons and Daughters of Salvation. When he initiates Ben into the group it soon becomes apparent how sick and twisted Ebb is.

Ben must find his father and the missing girl, but the odds are stacked against him and time is running out.

Can Ben rescue his father and the girl and escape with his life?
And what is the gruesome secret concealed in the Revelation Room?

The Revelation Room is the first in a new series of psychological mystery thrillers.

 

To give you a taster of the book, here’s the first chapter:

Chapter One

Geoff Whittle stood in a tree twenty feet above the ground and stared at death. Death stared back at him in the guise of an automatic rifle with sunlight glinting off the barrel. A man wearing bright yellow overalls levelled the weapon at Geoff’s head. Geoff propped his long-range camera in the fork of two branches, wrapped his arms around the trunk for support, and tried to make contact with God for the first time since his dog had got run over when he was a kid.

A short fat man accompanying the shooter asked, ‘Who are you?’

Geoff searched his mind for lies. Terror shut down his imagination. The man with the rifle had shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee beard. He also had a nasty twitch in one eye. Continue reading

The Abattoir of Dreams cover reveal and sample chapter.

Today, I’m delighted to be able to show you the cover for my latest novel, The Abattoir of Dreams. This harrowing thriller will be published by Bloodhound Books on 28th February.

Book Description:

The past is never far away.

Michael Tate has not had an easy life. With his
father in prison, and his mother dead, Michael
was sent to Woodside Children’s Home.

Now an adult, Michael wakes up from a coma in
hospital suffering from amnesia and paralysis.
Confused and terrified, he is charged with the
fatal stabbing of his girlfriend, Becky. He also
learns he attempted to end his own life.

 

Detective Inspector John Carver is determined
that Michael is sent to prison.

With no way of defending himself, Michael is
left in his hospital bed awaiting transfer to remand.

But then strange things begin to happen and his
childhood comes back to haunt him.

Can Michael ever escape the past?

Will he ever discover the truth about Becky’s
murder?

And why is DI Carver so eager to make him suffer?

The Abattoir of Dreams is a bitter sweet story of murder, innocence and abuse.

 

I’d also like to share the first chapter of the book with you. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One

Nurse Emily Dixon fussed with my bedsheet and fixed me with a smile that seemed more professional than friendly. ‘There’s someone here to see you, Michael.’

‘Who?’

‘Detective Inspector Carver. Thames Valley police.’

‘Has he found my memory?’

‘I think it’s more serious than that.’ She left, replaced by a tall, slim man in a charcoal suit.

‘Hello, Mr. Tate.’

There was something about his lopsided grin I didn’t like. Half-sincere, perhaps? ‘Hello.’

‘I see they’ve given you your own room.’

Wasn’t I the lucky one.

He sat on a chair next to the bed. ‘Do you know why I’m here?’

‘No.’ I wiped sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. There was a fan on top of a five-drawer unit by the window; its blades didn’t so much as spin but lurch, like a buckled wheel. Next to the unit, a wheelchair, my only mode of transport in this brave, new, paralysed world. If anyone ever bothered to hoist me out of the bed, that was.

‘Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Michael. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?’ Continue reading

Sample Chapter from The Eyes of the Accused

Hi,

Today, I’m really pleased to announced that my second book, The Eyes of the Accused, is to be published on Friday, 8th April. I’d like to share a brief synopsis and a free sample chapter with you. Hope you like it.

1D CoverFresh from the horrors of the Revelation Room, private investigators Ben and Maddie are plunged into a disturbing world of terror as they search for missing pregnant girl, Hannah Heath. Drawn to Frank Crowley, an original suspect in Hannah’s disappearance, Maddie is about to learn the true meaning of evil. But all is not what it seems. Crowley is just a small part of something unimaginable. Something so terrible and deranged it defies reason. After Maddie disappears, Ben is left in a desperate race against time to find her and uncover the truth.

 

 

Chapter one
Hannah Heath knew she was dying. Her head felt strangely detached from her body, as if it might float away at any moment like a helium balloon. A strip light blinked above her. Perhaps a mothership come to take her home. But where was home? Over the hills and far away, for all she knew. Her swollen bladder threatened to burst.
Outside the echoing dome of her skull, she heard a voice. ‘You asked to go to the toilet. Don’t you dare wet yourself. Get up!’
So tired now. Tired enough to die. She closed her eyes and waited for the angels to take her to Heaven. The angels seemed otherwise engaged. Perhaps this terrible place was beyond their jurisdiction.
‘Stand up. I’m not dragging you all the way to the toilet.’
The words sounded as if they’d been fired from a canon. She wanted to say that she couldn’t move. Her body was too tired. Exhausted. But the words refused to form on her lips.
Hands on hers. Pulling her upright. A grunting sound followed by several short sharp pants. ‘Come… on… get… up…’
Hannah opened one eye. Bright light forced it shut again. She tried to speak. To say leave me alone, but the words came out all wrong. ‘Schmalone.’
Something pressed into her right breast. It bore right down into her chest. She reached out. Her hand brushed against something coarse. Hair? She tried to grip it, but her fingers felt swollen and useless.
‘Stand up, you stupid girl.’
This time the words sounded as if the speaker was actually inside her head. More pressure on her chest, and then something digging into her ribs. Something sharp. Claws? Perhaps a giant bird come to take her away. Feed her to a nest of baby giant birds. Was there even such a thing as baby giant birds? This last thought made her giggle.
Switch.
Sitting on a toilet. Naked from the waist down. No idea who she was or how she’d got there. Her stomach clenched and flipped over as she tried to remember her name. Give an identity to this strangely detached being that was part human, part alien.
‘Hurry up. We haven’t got all night.’
Hannah recognised the voice. But where from? Its raspy tone grated against the tip of her mind. Her bladder suddenly let go. Some of the urine splashed against her bare skin. Warm and instantly cold. Maybe her waters had broken.
‘Am I pregnant?’ The last word came out as prennant.
‘Are you finished?’
As finished as a corpse. ‘No.’ An instinctive answer. Somewhere deep in her mind she knew it best not to admit to anything. Continue reading