I’m pleased and proud to announce that The Abattoir of Dreams is now available on Amazon in both kindle and paperback formats. The blog tour has been going really well with reviewers saying:
I felt like my heart had been shattered into millions of tiny pieces and I wanted so badly to be able to take away the hurt and uncertainty that Michael as well as Liam goes through.
Shocking and heartbreaking, The Abattoir of Dreams is without a doubt one of my outstanding reads so far of 2017.
5* from Sarah Hardy @ bytheletterbookreviews.com
This book was so fantastic and it’s earned itself a spot on my top reads of 2017 list, I was blown away by everything about this one. The subject matter here is very dark and disturbing, it’s truly not for the faint of heart. There is abuse of every kind imaginable, it’s graphic and horrifying, but if you can stomach that, this is a must read. It evoked a wide range of emotions within me from shock, horror, sadness and tears all the way to laughter and warm moments, it was a hell of a ride.
5* from Amy Sullivan @ novelgossip.com
So….the question is, would I recommend this book? Hell Bloody Yeah, I would! If you like challenging story-lines, can suspend your imagination, enjoy tension/feeling anxious waiting to see what will happen, and a cracking twist or two – then this is the book for you!
5* review from Noelle Holten @ crimebookjunkie.com
Seriously you guys are in for one hell of a treat with this story. It is nothing like any other Psychological thriller I have read before….. it’s absolutely fanflippintasic.
5* review from Shell Baker @ Chellesbookreviews
I hope that you enjoy the book, and if you have the time, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.
All the best,
Lightning flashes. Another child disappears…
When Zorka Circus performs, its big top roars with laughter and cheers, but when it moves on, there are fewer children in the European towns it leaves behind.
Circus Security Chief Rurik suspects a killer hides among the international performers, but they close ranks—they’ve always viewed lightning-scarred Rurik as the monster. Nevertheless, he’s determined to find the culprit and stop them before anyone else dies and the only place he can call home is ripped apart by the murders.
Into Zorka Circus comes the Skomori clan, despised as gravediggers and ghoulish bloodwalkers. A one-day truce allows bloodwalker Sylvie to marry. Instead, she finds a body. Alerting others will defy her clan’s strict rules, break the truce, and leave her an outcast.
When more bodies turn up, the killer’s trail becomes impossible to ignore. Rurik and Sylvie must follow the clues—even if they lead to something unimaginable.
On nearby streets, people left their offices and entered parked cars or waited at the bus stop. If any glance up at the peculiar form crouched on the church parapet, they’d betray no curiosity. That would be impolite – a violation of the keep-to-yourself code that held the country of radically diverse ancestries and cultures together. He’d be written off as trick of the light of maybe an extra gargoyle. The stone monsters sat atop the old facades in Budapest any way. Being mistaken for a monster was nothing new. Rurik was used to it.
The police presence and general alarm would be greater if they knew it was actually four children missing, not just one.
A little girl taken from a park in Northern Italy. A boy taken from a playground in Slovenia. A girl taken from an abandoned Slovenian train station a week later. And now a girl from Budapest. Continue reading
My current work in progress is a step away from the Ben Whittle series. It’s a supernatural thriller written in the first person. I’ve been reading more of the same genre recently, and Tanners Dell by Sarah England stands out from the crowd.
A Darkly Disturbing Occult Horror Novel.
Following the hypnosis of violently disturbed psychiatric patient, Ruby Dean, an unholy dark force was unleashed on the medical staff who tried to help her. Now only one of the original team remains – Ward Sister, Becky.
Despite her fiancé, D.I. Ross, being unconscious and many of her colleagues either dead or critically ill, Becky is determined to rescue Ruby’s twelve year old daughter from a similar fate to her mother. But no one asking questions in the desolate mining village Ruby descends from ever comes to a good end. And as the diabolical history of the area is gradually revealed, it seems the evil invoked is now both real and contagious. Don’t turn the lights out yet!
At that moment a cloud floated across the surface of the moon and he looked up. Was there ever such a haunting sight? A breeze sighed into the back of his neck and a flurry of leaves rustled around the porch door.
He frowned, his attention was suddenly drawn to a line of yews at the far end of the graveyard. Was there someone there or was it his imagination? A lit cigarette? A spark of red? He narrowed his eyes, peering harder into the gloom. No, it was just his wild imagination. He blinked and shook his head. He was spooked, that was all – how silly – imagining a dark shape standing there; a man in a long black coat with a black dog on a chain, the dog with red eyes. How silly. How very Rosemary’s Baby. . .Those films – The Exorcist and The Omen – they’d scared him witless as a boy and they scared him witless now. Continue reading
In this post I’d like to shine a light on some of my fellow indie authors. At a time when indie authors are still being seen as hobbyists or amateurs, I’d like to share the authors and their books that have caught my attention. These authors are hard-working, continuously striving to improve their craft and produce excellent books. You can find out more about everyone by clicking on their names. This will take you to each persons Amazon author page. There will be many others fantastic authors not included in this list, so if you have any recommendations of your own, please let me know.
Serena Amadis (S. E. Amadis,) author of the Carrie-Anne Houghton series.
Serena’s series of books are described as chilling, gripping and harrowing. I’ve read the first two books of the series and agree. They are full of twists, turns and suspense. If you want a series of books that you literally can’t put down and are full of action, then give these a try.
Colin Rutherford (C. J. Rutherford,) author of the Tales of the Neverwar series:
If you enjoy a good fantasy story with some time travel, science fiction and dragons, then this is the series for you. Colin’s series is great for anyone anyone over 16 who wants to get lost in a different universe where a battle between good and evil is raging. I’ve read the first book and will certainly continue with the rest of the series.
Donna Maria McCarthy, author of The Hangman’s Hitch:
The Hangman’s Hitch is Donna’s debut novel, not that you can tell as you read it. It’s a truly original book set in 18th century England. Donna’s imagination and way with words work together to create a piece of fiction that is worth the praise it’s receiving in early reviews. If you want to read a book with a ‘chilling account of the slippery twists and snares of Hell’ (Donna’s description) then this is it. Continue reading
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.
Fresh 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.
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.
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