Sunday 21 August 2022


I've had a number of people enquiring about signed books, or even just a way to purchase books directly rather than through Amazon.

I'm pleased to say that I'm now in a position to offer copies of some of my titles, signed or otherwise. Currently, the available titles are as follows:


limited edition paperback

This is a special first edition printing, with unique cover artwork, and British English spelling (the version on Amazon has US spelling). It can be signed if required.

£9.99 + postage and packing


trade paperback edition

Original larger-format trade-paperback edition. Can be signed by the author if required.

£10.99 + postage and packing


trade paperback edition

Original larger-format trade-paperback edition. Can be signed by the author if required.

£10.99 + postage and packing



Paperback edition, which can be signed by the author if required.

£12.99 + postage and packing

Titles are subject to availability. To enquire about purchasing a copy, please email 

Monday 3 May 2021

The Harland Series

The Detective Harland Series was never actively released in the US, so I'm very pleased to announce that special American editions are now here. Available on Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and in paperback, the books have brand new covers to mark their launch. I really hope everyone enjoys them.

 TAP HERE to view the first book, EYE CONTACT, on

Saturday 11 July 2020


The process of producing an audiobook can take a while, but I'm really pleased to announce that my standalone historical thriller Ashes Of America is now available on Audible and Apple Books audio.
Narrated by the brilliant Micah Mason, it tells the story of Frank Rye, a small-town cop in 1950s America, on a case that will drag him back to the dark secrets of his posting in wartime Switzerland.
I'm so pleased with the response that the book has had - 'a pacy, page-turning thriller' and 'a beautifully crafted espionage tale' - and I really hope you enjoy it.

UK readers can learn more here:

US readers can learn more here:

Tuesday 14 January 2020

The End is not THE end, but it's a start

Over the Christmas break, I completed the first draft of a new standalone novel. It’s been a while – partly down to family illness and the loss of my dad, and partly down to getting a new job with very long hours – but I finally typed THE END at just under a hundred thousand words. I have no idea how books always seem to work out to that sort of length, so it’s always a relief when they do.
The best thing about finishing a first draft is that I can now relax and forget about it. For over a year, those characters and their world and their timelines have been taking up so much valuable space in my head, as I try to figure out how their individual threads weave through the story. And my head has a limited capacity, so it’s a huge relief to free up some of that space and have room to think clearly again!
A few weeks away from the book always seems to work wonders. Rather than the mental weariness that comes from carrying the story over the finish line, there’s a return of that restless excitement that pulled me into the story in the first place. With a clear head, it’s possible to see everything afresh, and to enjoy it again. The writing seems to have ‘settled’ into place and, somehow, everything feels more real. I always strive for that sense of authenticity, that feeling of inevitability, where the story simply hadto happen… it’s hard to detect while I’m in the middle of writing, but a few weeks away from the page seems to bring it out.
So I’m really looking forward to going back to this book, and starting to tighten it up. But for now, I’m going to enjoy myself, catching up on some of the books, movies, and TV shows that I’ve been missing.

Sunday 23 December 2018


I’m conscious it’s taken longer than I thought it would, but my next novel is finally complete and will be published in February.
Ashes Of America is a historical crime thriller set against the backdrops of wartime Switzerland and 1950s Missouri. It’s been quite a journey to get it done, but I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed writing this story more than anything I’ve done in a long time, and I’m really pleased with the finished result.
It’s always challenging when an author does something a little different and, at first glance, this book does seem to be a departure from the more contemporary Detective Harland series – I guess that’s part of the reason it’s taken so long to find the right route to publication – but I’m hopeful that everyone who read my previous books will find some familiar themes. I’ve always felt that crime writing works because it places our characters in extreme circumstances, showing them at their best and at their worst as the plot twists and turns. This story is no exception.
So thank you for your patience, and I really hope you enjoy this new book.

Saturday 2 December 2017

True Liar

In between finishing a draft of the latest novel, and planning two more, I took some time out to write a new short story. It features Detective Harland (albeit briefly) and I can't deny that it was fun to spend some time in the company of familiar characters once more.
For a limited time, the e-book is available free. Simply CLICK HERE and get your copy.
I really hope you enjoy it, and do please let me know what you think.

Friday 22 September 2017

Twin Peaks

From the moment I heard that Showtime was reviving Twin Peaks, I had mixed feelings. Like any return to a beloved story, I wanted it to be great but I dreaded it being bad. News that David Lynch would be directing the whole show raised my hopes, and made me more anxious. I waited until all 18 episodes had aired, so I could binge through the whole series and, just before I started watching, I asked a friend what he’d thought of the show. He sent me a text message that read: It’s bloomin’ hard work, but I think it pays off. Episode 8 is a proper WTF! So at least I knew it wasn’t going to be a complete disaster. Armed with that knowledge, I began watching.

(fair warning: spoilers)

The first couple of episodes did seem slow. My friend had said that, where the original Twin Peaks series felt as though it needed more David Lynch, this series almost felt as though it had too much.
We’ve all seen what can happen when a director becomes too revered to be questioned. Ridley Scott and George Lucas did their finest work when they had to fight for their creative vision, but with nobody daring to challenge them, their later films suffered. Was it happening again?
I found myself becoming unhappy with the pacing – I was so eager for the story and wanted more things to happen, but I started to worry that there wouldn’t be enough time (even in 18 episodes) because of those long lingering shots that seemed unable to cut away. The Dougie character was particularly frustrating, as I was impatient for him to snap back into classic FBI Cooper.
Episode 3 did encourage me a bit – the combination of editing and sound design, when Cooper falls onto the island and goes inside to meet the faceless woman, was wonderfully eerie and strange.
But there was still a lot that I didn’t really like. With so many new characters, and plotlines snaking off at tangents, I began to realize that the series would leave me with a host of unresolved issues. And seeing beloved familiar faces now ravaged by age was also rather gloomy – less so with Kyle Maclachlan, though I suppose seeing more of him on screen in the intervening years may have softened that particular blow. The Horne brothers seemed so old, and not very relevant, while the bands at The Roadhouse burned away precious moments of screen-time.

And then I hit episode 8, which was one of the most unsettling things I’ve seen on TV since… well, since Leland killed Madeline all those years ago. The bearded men were a stroke of genius – from that first glimpse of one sitting in the prison cell, they completely freaked me out. The explosion in New Mexico and the intense black-and-white sequence that followed left me wondering how to process what I’d just watched.

In the end, however, it was seeing James Hurley singing at The Roadhouse… that’s when I began to figure out what was troubling me. This new Twin Peaks wasn’t comparing unfavourably with old Twin Peaks. It just wasn’t quite as good as the rose-tinted Twin Peaks in my memory.
In my memory, I’ve edited the series considerably. I’ve fast-forwarded through some of the slower sequences, and I’ve weeded out agoraphobic Harold Smith with his orchids. I’ve completely erased James and his angsty sing-songs, and that daft sabbatical with the wealthy wife and her psychotic chauffeur.

So I kept going, all the way to the finale. And when the real Cooper woke up so perfectly, the Dougie character finally made sense to me. Over all those weeks, he’d raised the stakes, exerting a gentle yet powerful influence on other characters’ lives (especially his family) and in the process making me care deeply about them. I found myself leaning forward in my seat, silently begging David Lynch for a happy ending… and I got one.

Well, kind of.

I also got what felt like the opening to another season of new Twin Peaks. I wasn’t sure about Laura’s plastic-wrapped body disappearing from the shore, and the thought of undoing so much story felt risky. Bringing Laura home to her mother (and, presumably father?) could have been very powerful but I knew it was the final episode… I’d prefer to have seen that at the start of another series. I found myself resenting the cliff-hanger, as well as being unsettled by the deliberate difference in Cooper once he’d crossed over.

But, when I think about it honestly, that’s all just so Twin Peaks.

I know people will disagree with my thoughts on the show, but that’s all these are: my thoughts. Am I glad I watched it? Definitely. There were so many moments that made it all feel worthwhile, even if there were times when I wanted it to get there faster. Like other David Lynch projects, I found it properly disturbing and, like other Twin Peaks projects, I learned a lot but came away with many unanswered questions. But I’m glad I watched it. I’m glad we got to say farewell to Albert, the Log Lady, and Carl. And who knows… maybe in a few years, I’ll look back with my rose-tinted glasses and remember this latest series as being the best Twin Peaks of all.