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THE BOOKS

I'm a writer of fiction and non-fiction, currently working on projects in both, as you see below. Any and all comments very welcome on past and future endeavours. You'll also see excerpts here from work in progress - if you want to read more, let me know and I'll write some more! The books keep getting great reviews, so I might be doing something right, but each book is very much a new challenge which I hope you will enjoy as much as I enjoy researching and writing them.

The Devil Comes to Dartmoor

Sir Richard Grenville arrived in Devon in 1628 determined to be the richest man in England by any means necessary. He did it all – he married, murdered and kidnapped, all for money. He was a war profiteer in the English Civil War who killed anyone who stood in his way. His wife Mary Howard still haunts the old roads of Dartmoor, a ghostly figure in a spectral coach condemned because it was she who brought Grenville to Devon, escaped his brutal fists and destroyed his fortunes, so initiating decades of his violent retribution. However, Mary had a secret that would bring an end to Grenville’s reign of terror and allow a boy with no name to become the wealthiest man in Devon.

 

"No matter where your interests lie, be it Dartmoor, history, romance or ghostly legends, they will be more than catered for within the pages"
--legendarydartmoor.co.uk November 2011

"the author's previous work as a playwright and scriptwriter ensures a great piece of storytelling" --"Your Family Tree" February 2012

Coast of Spies - new book for 2014

 

Thrilling true tales of espionage in the West Country brought together for the very first time.

 

From Second World War secret agents and escaping prisoners of war dramatically rescued from the shores of France and Gibraltar, to the American and French revolutionaries infiltrating our harbours, with a few untrustworthy Tudors, devious Jacobites and World War One spies along the way  – Coast of Spies tells the history of spies and their clandestine operations along the south coast of Devon and Cornwall.

 

From the covert actions of the Helsford Flotilla attacking German forces in the English Channel, to the Free French Forces in Dartmouth delivering ammunition to the resistance, this southern coastline has played a major role in so many conflicts in England’s history. Read about Drake’s lies to the Spanish, the male French spy who dressed as a woman, and the female intelligence agent who assisted Lawrence of Arabia during the First World War, fighting the Turks. And in the air – the ‘black ops’ flights over the Channel; the airline for spies; and the Spanish chicken farmer secretly landing in war-torn Plymouth, who would brilliantly conceal the D-Day preparations from German intelligence.

 

The South West’s stunning coastline has for centuries been home to freedom fighters, terrorists, informers, warriors and agents, often in hiding, with false identities, and secretly landing on moonless nights on secluded rocky beaches. Sometimes friend, more often foe -  gathered together for the first time, Coast of Spies tells their electrifying stories.

The Advocate - new fiction out in 2014

 

An ordinary man . An extraordinary villain.

A shared love with her own dark secrets.

 

In the turmoil of the English Civil War, Richard Grenville is determined to be the richest man in England by any and all means necessary but one man stands in his way - his wife’s lover.

 

Opening paragraphs:

 

The whip fell and the girl’s flesh ripped like linen. For a moment there was just the cut then the blood swelled like crimson pearls bursting down her back, mixing with the rain.

 

The stink of gutted fish and the unwashed bodies of the crowd turned his stomach, but still Cutteford couldn’t take his eyes away from the girl’s ruined shoulder blade. Had she cried out? Or was that the scream of scavenging gulls on the quayside? Had he heard her cry?

 

Cutteford suddenly realised the ragged crowd was looking up at him. The rough man holding the whip gazed over at him, waiting. There was an awkward moment as Cutteford remembered why he was there, the tall man in the dark cloak.

 

“One,” Cutteford announced.

 

The whip came down again. Cutteford felt a child’s hand in his, and looked down to meet the anxious eyes of the Maynard’s boy. What was he doing here? In this hellish place?

 

“Two.” Cutteford’s voice echoed  through the narrow cobbled streets. It felt like the world was watching.

 

“Three.” How many more? Eleven more to complete the punishment, God help us all. She wouldn’t survive much more. Already there was more blood than flesh.

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