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   GREAT NEWS   My latest book, THE DESENZANO LAUNDRY WAR  has been published e-book and paperback now available on AMAZON CLICK TO BUY SUMMARY Who would expect a laundry war on the idyllic shores of Lake Garda. That’s what Emily Beech, runaway wife of London crime boss Charlie Beech, walks into.     Charlie is determined to find Emily but is distracted by a deal with the Japanese and Italians that may be slipping away from him.     Hiding not only from Charlie but his Milan crime associates Emily makes friends and tries to build a life and business while navigating an unexpected love triangle.     DI Dave Simmonds desperately wants to persuade Emily to give evidence against Charlie, almost jeopardising her life in the process. But Emily is smarter than anyone gives her credit for, having spent the last five years putting all the pieces in place for a plan that she just needs a little more time to bring to fruition.     Will s...

  “Hi there matey, you new here?”   “Yup, arrived yesterday. See that big lump of mountain over there, somewhere on it there’s a rope that’s snapped. That’s mine. The ends are probably all frayed and flapping in the wind. I went down two hundred metres and landed on my head on an ice-covered rock where all that lovely soft snow had blown off. Each side there was a deep snow hole. It probably would have made no difference though. Name’s Ernie, Ernest Edwards, from Newcastle.”  

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About ten seconds, that’s roughly how long it takes to hit the ground from one thousand feet. Anyway, that’s what I told the man, the one hanging out from the wrong side of the rail on The Royal Gorge Bridge with a look of death in his eyes. Flashing and flicking like they were. Staring at the sparkling water below. Ten seconds, one thousand feet. What I didn’t say was I’d rounded it up. The bridge was actually fifty feet short of the thousand. If he counted he would get to nine point nine-five then he’d unexpectedly stop. I thought that would save him some worry.   I came across him while I was out strolling, making the most of the bright sunny day. I got to a few feet from him and as I didn’t want to spook him, casually said, “Hey matey, what’s the story?”   It turned out to be the same old story. Well, as it happens, two stories, “I’m broke and she’s gone,” he mumbled then snatched a glance my way then back to the water. No tears, they never have tears, just the lo...

George sat at his kitchen table sipping black coffee looking through the window towards the dusty play area in front of the road. Smiling was what he should be doing but he had a distressing suspicion preventing the smile from getting any purchase. The dark-skinned girl sitting on his fence, on her own, took no part. He could see she was just sitting silently suffering. He thought about it but actually knew it was futile to intervene so stood, put the cup in the sink, took one last look then wandered to his study to continue writing what would be his greatest work, unaware that without even the need to intercede, he was in fact, the catalyst to the girl’s salvation.     The fence swayed gently in time with Lucy, rocking back and forth as she sat on the low post joining two sets of two runners, just watching. The huge guard dog behind her growled and snarled, spluttered and coughed at the same time. A long chain clipped to its choke-chain collar tightened as he tugged and ...