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:
https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B088MC23K4/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H6-BK-ACX0-196309&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_196309_rh_uk
US readers can learn more here:
https://www.audible.com/pd/B088MC8KZ8/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-196309&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_196309_rh_us
Saturday, 11 July 2020
Tuesday, 14 January 2020
The End is not THE end, but it's a start

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
Finally...

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

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.
Monday, 13 February 2017
The End. Again.
Today's a day of mixed emotions. I'm simultaneously relieved and nervous, excited and weary... because, late last night, I completed the first draft of another book. I've been working on this story (a historical thriller, set in Switzerland and America during the 40s and 50s) for almost a year now, and it's been a lot of fun to write... even if I didn't have the ending fully worked out until a few weeks ago!
So now I have a draft manuscript, littered with mistakes and notes about things I have to change. Normally, I'd take a few weeks off, then go back to it and start reworking the text. However, this time, I have a dilemma: there's another manuscript!
Some of you may know that I completed the first draft of a psychological thriller last year, a contemporary story set in London. As I said at the time, I found that book particularly difficult to write and, rather than continuing straight on into a cycle of edits and redrafts, I decided to take a break from it, and write something else. The idea was to give myself some distance, some perspective, so that I could return to it with fresh eyes...
So, now I'm faced with an unusual choice. Which book do I work on? Both stories are important to me, but I'm really not sure which one I should take forward first...
That was the thought that started nagging at me when I woke this morning. And then it occurred to me that maybe this isn't the moment to choose. Maybe I'll take a week or two away from both of them, and immerse myself in some different stories for a while. My pile of books-to-be-read is getting out of control and, after all those late nights and uncertain endings, I think I've earned some quality reading time!
So now I have a draft manuscript, littered with mistakes and notes about things I have to change. Normally, I'd take a few weeks off, then go back to it and start reworking the text. However, this time, I have a dilemma: there's another manuscript!
Some of you may know that I completed the first draft of a psychological thriller last year, a contemporary story set in London. As I said at the time, I found that book particularly difficult to write and, rather than continuing straight on into a cycle of edits and redrafts, I decided to take a break from it, and write something else. The idea was to give myself some distance, some perspective, so that I could return to it with fresh eyes...
So, now I'm faced with an unusual choice. Which book do I work on? Both stories are important to me, but I'm really not sure which one I should take forward first...
That was the thought that started nagging at me when I woke this morning. And then it occurred to me that maybe this isn't the moment to choose. Maybe I'll take a week or two away from both of them, and immerse myself in some different stories for a while. My pile of books-to-be-read is getting out of control and, after all those late nights and uncertain endings, I think I've earned some quality reading time!
Monday, 21 November 2016
Feedback
It's like that moment in a suspense film. You know, the bit where the tone of the music subtly shifts to a minor key. The main character may still be oblivious to it, but we know that something's about to happen.
Anyway, that's the feeling - a first flicker of excitement or a dawning sense of dread, and no way to know which it's going to be. Yes, it's time to get some feedback on the book I'm writing.
This one's quite a departure for me - historical thriller, rather than contemporary crime - but still a very personal story with plenty of murder and intrigue. I should point out that it's not actually finished - not yet - but most of the story is now in place, and I want to understand how readers will relate to the characters and the structure of the narrative. Unfortunately, the only way to achieve this is to let people read it.
It may seem strange to spend months and months writing something, and then be reluctant for others to read it, but this always seems to be the way with new stories. It's like sending a tiny loved-one off to their first day of school, and hoping that they will make friends and do well for themselves.
Hence that strange mix of feelings - excitement and dread - and an agonising wait for feedback. Fingers crossed!
Anyway, that's the feeling - a first flicker of excitement or a dawning sense of dread, and no way to know which it's going to be. Yes, it's time to get some feedback on the book I'm writing.
This one's quite a departure for me - historical thriller, rather than contemporary crime - but still a very personal story with plenty of murder and intrigue. I should point out that it's not actually finished - not yet - but most of the story is now in place, and I want to understand how readers will relate to the characters and the structure of the narrative. Unfortunately, the only way to achieve this is to let people read it.
It may seem strange to spend months and months writing something, and then be reluctant for others to read it, but this always seems to be the way with new stories. It's like sending a tiny loved-one off to their first day of school, and hoping that they will make friends and do well for themselves.
Hence that strange mix of feelings - excitement and dread - and an agonising wait for feedback. Fingers crossed!
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