Crimefest 2015

I’ll be attending this year’s CrimeFest in Bristol, and participating in a panel on the Friday (12.30 – 13.20) called Private Eyes And Lone Wolves: Lacking The Backing Of The Law along with fellow writers Frances Brody, Rosie Claverton, Cal Moriarty and Ruth Downie. Between 14.10 and 14.30 on the same day I’ll also be […]

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Cover Up!

I’m very happy to share with you the cover from the first in a series of crime thrillers I’m writing for Titan Books. I love it to bits. I hope you’ll keep any eye out for the novel when it hits bookshops some time in November… ‘A gritty and compelling story of the damned and the damaged; crackling […]

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The Napoleon of Crime

Yesterday I discovered that my story, Rosenlaui, will be included in Constable & Robinson‘s forthcoming The Mammoth Book of Professor Moriarty Adventures, edited by the venerable Maxim Jakubowski. The story concerns events in Meiringen, Switzerland, on the eve of that momentous confrontation at the Reichenbach Falls. This is only the second time I’ve ever written a […]

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Fancy meeting you here…

Getting certain characters together in fiction without any hint of contrivance is a challenge for any writer. In Sonata of the Dead, my WIP, I’ve got my lead character, a PI named Joel Sorrell, who needs to link up with another character, a woman with whom he will develop a strong working relationship (and maybe more besides). I […]

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Next stop… Shudehill

I have a July deadline. But due to various commitments, my writing time has been cut to two days a week. Luxury, I hear you cry, and you’re right. I’m not complaining. I’m not moaning. But it means I’m having to be a bit more proactive in terms of what I get done and when. […]

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Doorstep Horror

This post originally appeared at the Mulholland Books website in September 2010, shortly before my crime novel, Blonde on a Stick, was published. October 1977. I’m eight years old. Dad’s at work. I’m sitting at home hunched over a chessboard waiting for him. White and black plastic. Pawns and pieces on a foldout board fraying […]

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