This is my twenty-first book and fourth novel. A gritty ‘Cymru noir’ thriller set in various locations around south Wales and the UK. The book is available as a paperback as well as an e-book and can be found on Amazon and in all good book shops…
An authentic British road trip and old-fashioned love story.
A violent but compelling tale of grim landscapes and dark morality.
Paul Thorne is no angel. A hard man with a troubled past, his mistake was to fall for the wrong girl. When he said yes to love, he opened the door to death.
A tragic accident finds him running for his life from a vicious London crime boss. He seeks sanctuary in a sleepy, Welsh seaside town but instead of solace, he finds jealousy and betrayal.
A brutal journey through the underbelly of 80s and 90s Britain. Violent and sad. Powerful, beautiful prose lingers like a bruise, haunting the mind, long after the last page is read.
The sun was blood red in a vast blue sky. The sea was flat with the occasional sparkle of white. The light spun slowly, kaleidoscoping through coral pink and orange peel before finally settling into a sickly Indian burgundy. It wasn’t the worst day to die.
As I ambled back from the beach, hands in pockets, head down, the last rays of September filtered through the gaps in the shabby, dirty buildings reminding me how a toothy grin might occasionally shine on an alcoholic’s leathered face. For once I actually felt pretty good.
Soon the darkness would spread its cloak over the remains of the day though. In a few minutes I wouldn’t know anything else at all, ever. If I was being honest with myself I’d been lucky to have lasted this long. But I suppose the timing could have been better.
Yeh, that was it. I just wanted a few more days. Time enough to settle all the things a condemned man felt needed to be sorted. Another year would have been good. I began to chuckle to myself at the thought as I crossed the deserted car park behind the faded splendour of the Pier Hotel.
The light was dying faster now. The heavens slowly blackened. Soon it would be totally black. Blacker than it had ever been before. Ah fuck it, what the hell. I stared impassively at the long barrel protruding out of the dark. I grimaced as a small, solitary black cloud rose behind the hooded figure that stepped silently out of the shadows.
The silhouette stopped ten feet away from me. Not close enough for me to reach him in time, not far enough away for him to miss. I recognised his professionalism. That’s where I would have stood.
‘Go on then, get it over with,’ I said.
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“A truly great Welsh author. The author has an eye that describes modern Wales and the damaged lives of the characters who inhabit its green and flourishing post industrial landscape perfectly. A deceptively mesmerising, easy read that details the history of a troubled land from the late 20th and into the 21st century. The central character is so real, I feel I want to buy him a drink – or two or more – just for the conversation. This IS modern Wales and the true successor to ‘How Green Was My Valley’. Read it, mourn for what has been lost and marvel at the writer’s insight but above all, read it.” – Katherine John
#1 Amazon Best Seller
During the first week of the book’s launch I got to the prized number one position in one category and the top ten in a few others:
#1 Postmodernism charts