Did You Know . . . this about hackers?

9780727887559_FCBefore I started VANISHED, I found a video online that showed someone pulling a debit card skimmer off an ATM machine. The video explained how the skimmer worked and showed what it looks like inside. This fascinated and horrified me, as skimmers can be on any ATM anywhere, or even at gas pumps at the gas station. All of our personal information is available on a small magnetic strip on a card that is so easily compromised.

According to an article in Consumer Reports, FICO Card Alert Services reported a 70 percent increase in the number of debit cards compromised at ATMs in 2016, and the number of card readers and merchant devices hacked was up 30 percent. Hackers can be caught when they go to retrieve the skimmers, but more and more hackers are using Bluetooth technology and they are able to access the information wirelessly or through texts, so they never have to go back to the machines. The hackers then put the information online in a carding forum and sell it.

All of this became the centerpiece of the book. The scariest thing might be what’s perceived as the most mundane. While the rest of the world is watching the hacking of elections, I wanted to show how we are at our most vulnerable in our daily lives.

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#BookExtract – Lost Voyage by Pauline Rowson

Lost Voyage by Pauline Rowson book jacketArt Marvik, former Royal Marine Commando, is surprised to receive an unexpected summons to meet Helen Shannon, a woman he helped on his first mission, in the middle of the night. When a body is discovered in her flat, Marvik is convinced that Helen is being framed for murder, but why and by whom? 

Shortly afterwards, the head of the National Marine Intelligence Squad, Detective Chief Superintendent Crowder, asks him to investigate the disappearance of a salvage vessel, the Mary Jo, which went missing in 2003.  As he delves into the past, it becomes clear that Marvik faces a desperate battle to keep Helen and others safe from a ruthless assassin – one who will stop at nothing in order to protect the secret of the Mary Jo’s last voyage from ever being exposed. Here’s a preview…

Harold Road was a mixture of decaying terraced houses interspersed with ugly low-rise flats, five-storey Edwardian houses which had long passed their glory days and shabby shops, many vacant with To Let boards in the windows but a few still operational – a launderette, a bicycle shop, a Chinese takeaway and, as they progressed further westward, the modern convenience store Helen had mentioned, with a small car park, and beyond that a café on the corner.

‘Home sweet home,’ she announced, waving a hand at the dilapidated Edwardian house next to the convenience store, which was closed. It was the end one of a terrace of four set back from the pavement with what had once been front gardens but were now paved over for vehicles. Only one car, a rusty old Ford, was parked at the front of the house.

‘Not mine,’ she said, reaching for her key as they climbed the six stone steps to the scuffed and scarred door. A light shone dimly from the basement window, but aside from that, the building, like its neighbours, was in darkness. Discarded crisp packets, sweet wrappers, paper coffee cups and polystyrene takeaway food cartoons swirled around the forecourt. Three black wheelie bins lined the coloured stone-patterned path. The house occupied five floors, which included the basement and attic rooms.

‘I’m on the third floor at the front. That’s Gavin’s flat.’ She pointed to the one to her left on the ground floor. She made to switch on the hall light but Marvik put a hand on her arm. He had already retrieved his torch from his rucksack.

She rolled her eyes as if to say more James Bond stuff but he thought she seemed edgy, which was natural if he was correct about what she had been through. No one was watching the house and no one had followed them. It was still dark – the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour.

The torch’s powerful beam swept the grime-laden, dusty hall with its smell of dirt and stale food. He didn’t like to think of Helen living in such a place, coming here after a day’s work. It was enough to make anyone despair. Ahead, the narrow corridor led to a door – to another flat, he assumed – while halfway down the corridor, which contained a bicycle and a pushchair, steps led down to the basement flat where the sound of a fretful baby was coming from. Even to his untrained ears, it sounded hungry.

Helen made to speak but he indicated to her to keep silent. She shrugged and followed him up the stairs to the third floor. No one disturbed them. There she took a key from the pocket of her jacket. Marvik couldn’t explain why but he felt uneasy. Was Helen’s apprehension and tension rubbing off on him? Her breath was coming a little faster and she seemed to be holding back. Had she told him a lie about being followed because she couldn’t bear to step inside the flat where Bradshaw had assaulted her? Maybe. But Marvik knew it was more than that. Something smelt wrong and it wasn’t just the drains. The door was intact; there was nothing to indicate it had been forced. And nothing to show that anyone lay in wait for them behind it but, just as he had on past operations, he knew instinctively there was danger.

As she made to open the door he took the key from her hand and moved ahead of her, blocking her way thrusting back the door so it crashed against the wall. No one was behind it. He stepped inside and let his torch play over the room. Its beam froze as it alighted on the body of a man lying on the floor. Swiftly, Marvik turned, pulled Helen in and placed his other hand across her mouth, causing her to start violently. Still holding her tightly, he kicked the door shut behind him and ran the torch over the bundle on the floor.

‘Is that Ian Bradshaw?’ he asked quietly as the beam of light fell on the wide, staring, sightless eyes.

She nodded.

‘You won’t scream?’

She shook her head. He withdrew his hand.

‘I never scream,’ she said indignantly, swallowing hard. ‘But I do swear. Holy shit.’

LOST VOYAGE by Pauline Rowson is out now in the UK and published in eBook, and in hardback in the USA, on 1 November 2017.  For further information on Pauline Rowson and her work please visit our website here.

Editor’s Pick – The Deceiver by Priscilla Masters

9780727887528_FCSara Porter has selected this month’s Editor’s Pick. 

After last year’s DANGEROUS MINDS, I was really looking forward to the second entry in the Dr Claire Roget forensic psychiatry mystery series by Priscilla Masters, and THE DECEIVER didn’t disappoint.

Claire is a forensic psychiatrist, a job I’ve always found fascinating, and all her training and professional insight is needed to solve a darkly intriguing and compelling case.

It starts when Claire receives a call from Charles Tissot, an obstetrician who is desperate and angry upon learning he’s been accused of impregnating one of his patients, Heather Krimble. Claire’s links with Charles go way back, and he begs Claire to help expose his patient’s unstable mental state and discredit her wild claims. His career is on the line, after all. Claire stays resolutely professional and unbiased as she attempts to get to the bottom of Heather’s accusations, but is soon plunged into a deeply troubling case, where layers of deceit mean the truth is hard to uncover. Is Charles innocent? And, if that wasn’t enough, Claire must also contend with the return of disturbing memories, long-buried, from her own past.

One of the things I love about Priscilla’s writing is her ability to deftly draw complicated and troubled characters, and, through Dr Claire Roget, shine a light on the inner workings of fragile and complex minds, situations and relationships with a huge amount of skill and compassion, avoiding any premature judgements. Claire comes across as an eminently capable and likeable forensic psychiatrist, and I enjoyed getting to know more of her own personal story as the plot developed.

The ending had me particularly gripped by a twist that I hadn’t seen coming, and I must give Arthur, another of Claire’s patients, a special mention. The subplot surrounding him tugged at my heartstrings throughout and offered another unforeseen, and wholly satisfying, resolution.

The Dr Claire Roget series gives readers a fascinating insight into how forensic psychiatrists approach potentially explosive cases. If you enjoy tightly plotted, absorbing mysteries that explore complicated issues and characters with sensitivity and finesse, I recommend that THE DECEIVER and the Dr Claire Roget series go straight to the top of your reading list!


Praise for Dangerous Minds

“With its unresolved personal story and chilling conclusion, the novel suggests that Masters has another successful, character-driven series ahead” Booklist

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Behind the Book – Free from All Danger by Chris Nickson

Free From All Danger is the seventh intriguing historical mystery in Chris Nickson’s acclaimed Richard Nottingham series, set in 18th-century Leeds.9780727887535_FC

Bringing Richard (Nottingham, Constable of Leeds) out of retirement proved interesting. I hadn’t written a book about him in over four years, although only two years have passed as Free From All Danger begins. What would he be like now? How would he have changed? How would Leeds itself have changed, since it’s essentially a character in the book? There’s very little written about Leeds in the 1730s. But it was beginning to grow bloated on wool money – at least for the merchants – and money draws people. So it would be attracting new faces, hoping to make their fortunes in many ways.

That was a starting point. People bring their ambitions, but also their hopes and dreams. For most, that comes to nothing, especially with the poor, and that tension between the poor and the comfortable, that fracture in society, has always been a hallmark of the Richard Nottingham series.

The next question was how he would cope in this place now, with fresh faces and new criminals? He’d need to rely on Rob Lister, his deputy now and sort-of son-in-law, who has current knowledge. Yet Rob was hoping to become Constable, and to see that pulled away from him, to be overtaken by a man asked out of retirement, would rankle – both professionally and at home.

At the same time, the Leeds Richard knew hadn’t vanished. Some old friends remained, both friends and foes, and they needed to be part of his story, too. There’s continuity in everything.

Those were my starting points. There was factual research, of course, but far more thinking, mostly about the relationships, which have always been a big part of this series.

And that is the genesis of this book.

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Did You Know . . . that Wordsworth wanted to hang you until you were dead?

Michael Wiley, author of the Daniel Turner mysteries and most recently Monument Road, the first in an intriguing new series featuring private investigator Franky Dast, has provided this week’s interesting fact.

9780727887436I’m split at the root. I write contemporary hardboiled mysteries set in the U.S. I also teach British Romantic poetry at the University of North Florida. In my new mystery MONUMENT ROAD, Franky Dast works as an investigator for an organization that fights to free wrongly convicted death row inmates – a story I started thinking about while reading William Wordsworth.

Did you know that Wordsworth wanted to hang you until you were dead? When he came in from tiptoeing through the daffodils and wiped the splendor-in-the-grass off his shoes, his thoughts turned to justifications for public murder.

Sure, Wordsworth wasn’t always that way. When, as a five-year-old, he stumbled upon a spot ‘where in former times a murderer had been hung in iron chains’, the experience scared the hell out of him. As a young man, he imagined springing a convict from prison and putting him in nature where he might ‘blossom again’.

After all, in his early years, he broke the law himself. As a schoolboy, he stole a boat. In his early twenties, he may even have plotted to kill King George III – the kind of crime that could have gotten him hanged and then dissected in a public exhibition.

But as he aged, his attitudes hardened and the humane spirit of his poetry sometimes floated off like a cloud o’er vales and hills. When he turned seventy, he started writing a series of ‘Sonnets Upon the Punishment of Death’ – which he could have subtitled Reasons to String Up a Man By His Neck.

He argued that if lawmakers ‘spare[d] the murderer’, they would ‘debase the general mind’.  According to his odd logic, a condemned man would ‘welcome death!’ lest ‘old temptations for ever blast’  him to hell. ‘Authority in earth,’ he said, ‘depends on Love and Fear’ – fear apparently triumphing over love.

When reading such sentiments, I find myself lonely for the young Wordsworth. I think he would sympathize with Franky Dast who, while digging into death row cases, meets men and women desperate for a life of freedom and love. For Franky and for them, such a life is the only redemption.

MONUMENT ROAD is available in hardcover now in the UK and will be published in hardcover in the USA and ebook on 1 December.

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#BookExtract – Murder in a Cornish Alehouse


“Those interested in the fashion and cultural history of the period, not to mention Cornish dialect, will find a lot to like”  Publishers Weekly 

Mistress Rosamond Jaffrey is summoned to Cornwall and finds herself embroiled in an investigation involving smugglers, piracy – and rumours of treason.

 June, 1584.  On hearing news of the sudden death of her stepfather, Sir Walter Pendennis, Rosamond Jaffrey must leave London for Cornwall to look after the interests of her young half-brother and try to mend her strained relationship with their mother. However, on arriving in Cornwall, Rosamond makes the shocking discovery that Sir Walter was in fact murdered – and reluctantly she agrees to work with an agent of the queen’s spymaster, Sir Francis Walsingham, in order to unmask the killer.  Rosamond’s investigations will lead her into a dangerous maelstrom of smuggling, piracy – and rumours of treason.


Advance. Retreat
Advance. Retreat.
Glide. Turn.
Rosamond executed the dance-like steps with graceful precision despite wearing heavy skirts held as wide as any at Queen Elizabeth’s court by the undergarment known as a wheel farthingale. Since there might be times of crisis when her movements were restricted by similar garments, she practiced while wearing them. A wise woman learned how to overcome her disadvantages.
Advance. Retreat.
Advance. Retreat.
Glide. Spin. Stab!
The dagger in right her hand slid smoothly through leather and straw before imbedding itself in the heart of the man-sized bag suspended from the ceiling of the gallery at Willow House. It struck within an inch of the spot where its twin was already lodged.
Her cry of triumph went unheard by anyone but the cat, Watling, who had been watching from a cushion on a window seat. The large gray and white striped feline stared at her with unblinking green eyes. Then, with the supreme rudeness only a cat could manage, his mouth opened wide in a yawn.

Rosamond laughed. When she had retrieved her daggers, she crossed to the window to scratch him behind his one good ear. The other was crimped, damaged in a long-ago battle for supremacy with another of his species.

Although she was accustomed to the sight, this evening it made her frown, reminding her all too strongly of the injuries that scarred Rob’s body. He’d gone off adventuring, as so many young men did, and had nearly lost his life. Now she feared he was about to do something equally foolish.

‘What is he plotting?’ she asked the cat.

Ever since she’d made the decision to go to Cornwall, Rob had been behaving strangely. He’d spent much of his time, including this last evening before their departure, at the headquarters of the Muscovy Company in London.

‘I do not mind that he has his own friends,’ she said aloud, ‘but why choose those men in particular? That the old tsar is dead does not make Muscovy a safe place for Englishmen.’

She had no desire to make a return visit to that distant land, and had thought Rob was of the same mind. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their recent happiness an illusion? Did he mean to leave her at his first opportunity and sail off to new adventures?

What made matters worse for Rosamond was that she understood the lure of exploration and discovery, the desire to see and experience new things. She was as curious about the world as her husband was, but as a woman she had far fewer opportunities to indulge that curiosity.

Abruptly, she stood and returned to her exercises. She had repeated the movements of her deadly pavane dozens of times during the past hour, honing her skill, training her muscles to obey without conscious command. Now she reached for the new lynx-lined cloak she had left draped over a chair and flung it around her shoulders. The hem was weighted. Should anyone ask, this had been done to make it hang correctly, but the reality was even more practical. As any skilled swordsman knew, a cloak could be used as a weapon.

It could also conceal one. Rosamond sheathed one of her daggers in a purpose-sewn pocket on the inside of the cloak. The other blade customarily lodged in her right boot, but it was difficult to reach her foot when she was wearing a farthingale and voluminous skirts. The process of extracting that blade from its sheath was neither smooth nor unobtrusive. Returning it was just as difficult, frustrating her to the point where she had been tempted to hack the interfering fabric to bits. Better in future to suspend the second weapon from her waist, she decided, in place of her pomander ball or feather fan, but for the nonce she kept it in her hand.

During the earlier session, she had concentrated on stabbing with precision while wearing bulky, tightly laced clothing. Now she strode to the far end of the gallery to practice throwing her knives. She lifted a portrait of the queen from the wall and set it out of the way. Behind it lay a much-scarred wood panel.

The same knives she had just used for stabbing were balanced for throwing. The boot blade in her hand flew through the air to imbed itself in the wainscoting with an audible thump. It was followed a moment later by the second knife. Rosamond’s aim was true, pleasing her, but there had been a moment’s delay before the second blade slid free of the pocket inside the cloak. Even such a brief hesitation might prove fatal if she found herself face-to-face with a deadly enemy.

Mindful of her need to increase the speed with which she could draw that dagger, she repeated the exercise and again encountered an infinitesimal check in the smooth movement of her weapon. The situation was not as dire as the struggle to reach her boot sheath had been, but the source of the problem was the same – too much fabric in her way.

Annoyed, Rosamond flung the cloak knife for the third time without her usual care. It went wildly astray, the blade nicking the edge of a picture frame before tumbling to the floor. Wincing, she swore under her breath and went to examine the dagger for damage. She was angry with herself for giving in to that burst of temper. Strong emotion of any kind gave one’s opponent the advantage. So said Master Rocco Bonetti, the finest teacher of swordplay in all of England.

Praise for the Mistress Rosamund Jaffrey series:

“This meticulously researched, cleverly plotted story has plenty of twists and wonderfully colorful characters and will appeal to all historical-mystery fans”
Booklist on Murder in a Cornish Alehouse

“This novel is as much a spy thriller as a historical mystery. The author’s detailed knowledge of the time period is evident as she interweaves historical figures with her fictional characters. An exciting final twist ties the two story lines together. Rosamond is a feisty, fiercely independent, and very likable protagonist. Recommended for fans of Emerson’s previous series as well as for readers of Fiona Buckley, Karen Harper, and Amanda Carmack.”
Library Journal on Murder in the Queen’s Wardrobe

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#AuthorTrivia – Books I will never get rid of by Hilary Bonner

The Hawk in the Rain and Lupercal, the first two books of poetry published by Ted Hughes.

I was introduced to Hughes, at the age of eight, by my inspirational school teacher, Miss Pollock.

Ted Hughes was based in North Devon, where I was born and brought up, and wrote so powerfully about things I already half understood; the countryside, birds and animals, the great wonder of nature and also the great cruelty. He was no Beatrix Potter!

I was immediately captivated, and I think discovering Hughes, more than anything else, sparked my lifelong love of words.

I bought these two books, with my saved-up pocket money, from our local bookshop, which was just along the street from my dad’s butchers’ shop in my home town of Bideford. I covered them in cellophane and proudly wrote my name and address inside in childishly printed capital letters. You can just see where I drew lines with a pencil, run along a ruler, to ensure that my printing would be straight and tidy and wouldn’t deface the precious volumes.

Hawk in the Rain and Lupercal are prominently displayed on the bookshelves next to my desk. I shall always treasure them.

DEADLY DANCE by Hilary Bonner will be available in the UK on 31 August and the USA on 1 December. For more information visit our website.


Behind the Book – Bucket’s List by Gary Blackwood

9780727887382I’m sure I have mostly Arthur Conan Doyle to thank for my fascination with the Victorian era.  But there was also Jules Verne.  And Lewis Carroll.  And Robert Louis Stevenson.  And Edgar Allan Poe.  I’m not forgetting Charles Dickens, mind you; I just discovered him a little later than I did the others – but I made up for it by devouring his works one after the other, in the bookworm’s version of binge-watching.

Perhaps my favorite was Bleak House.  Though I didn’t see it as a mystery novel – I wasn’t even a big fan of mysteries at the time – I was amused and intrigued by Inspector Bucket and his sly investigative methods, and more than once I considered the possibility of writing a novel of my own with Bucket as the protagonist.

I did pen several Young Adult titles set during the Victorian period – Second Sight, Curiosity, Around the World in 100 Days – but though they had some elements of a mystery story, they were more just straight historical novels.  It wasn’t until I made the switch to adult novels that the spectre of Inspector Bucket reared his head again.

When I started doing my research, I discovered that the character of Bucket was inspired by an actual acquaintance of Dickens, Inspector Charles Field.  Well, this was even more amusing and intriguing: the notion of taking a real-life person who was the model for a fictional one, and giving him a novel of his own.  There wasn’t a whole lot known about the inspector, aside from some mundane facts and dates; luckily, Mr Dickens wrote two pieces for his magazine Household Words that showed Charley in action, and the man proved just as clever and engaging as his fictional counterpart.

Of course when you use a real historical person as your protagonist, you feel a certain obligation to stay true to the facts – not just of his life and career, but of that specific time and place: 1850s London. (Not necessarily a bad thing; it gives you a solid foundation on which to build your story.)   If I’d tried to write Bucket’s List, say, ten years ago, I doubt that I could have lived up to that obligation, but with the advent of the Internet there’s such an embarrassment of riches at my fingertips that it’s downright overwhelming.  Naturally, I waded through scads of print books as well.  I’ve accumulated over 300 pages of research notes, and most of them aren’t even very detailed; they just tell me where to find the details.

I also feel a certain obligation to Dr Conan Doyle, and though of course I can’t hope to create another Holmes – I wouldn’t even try – I have followed his example to some extent by giving Charley not just one big problem to deal with but a whole string of more minor ones as well -which is, after all, the way things work in real life.

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Editor’s Pick – Liar in the Library by Simon Brett

9781780291017_FCTHE LIAR IN THE LIBRARY is the 18th lighthearted mystery to feature chalk-and-cheese detective duo, uptight retired civil servant Carole Seddon and laidback New Age healer Jude – and, amazingly, it’s Simon Brett’s 101st book to be published.  But this long-running series shows absolutely no signs of running out of steam asthis latest outing proves, when an author event at the local library ends in sudden, violent death – and Jude finds herself prime suspect in the ensuing murder investigation.

Expertly and elegantly crafted, THE LIAR IN THE LIBRARY, like its predecessors, is a clever, witty and playful read, peopled by a cast of memorable characters, such as the supremely self-confident, self-styled crime fiction expert Professor Nessa Perks; truculent, green-haired librarian Vix Winter and the hilariously unsubtle, self-publicizing poet Nemone Coote.  But there’s a darker edge to this novel: the well-heeled, somewhat smug Sussex coastal village of Fethering is not immune to crude 21st-century incursions: as well as Starbucks, gastropubs and library budget cuts, there’s Eastern European immigration and its attendant racism; homelessness; alcohol and drug addiction.  Even the laid-back Jude is in danger of losing her customary cool as the evidence stacks up against her, and even worse, the usually loyal Carole reveals that she’s not 100% convinced of her friend’s innocence.

Yet at the same time Brett never loses his enviably light touch, always ready to insert a well-aimed, rapier-sharp pin to prick any instances of pomposity and politely but ruthlessly expose the snobberies and idiosyncracies of Fethering’s various residents and visitors.  As a book editor myself, I also particularly appreciated the author’s well-informed expose of some of the more absurd hypocrisies of the publishing industry – including the ridiculous (and thoroughly ill-deserved!) snobbery towards crime fiction.  And, this being his 101st book, who better qualified than Simon Brett to poke gentle fun at the industry he’s been part of for so long?!

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Behind the Book – Smoke and Mirrors by Casey Daniels

Smoke & Mirrors by Casey Daniels book jacketIn SMOKE AND MIRRORS, Evie Barnum is in charge of her brother’s museum, a place teeming with scientific specimens and “human prodigies” including a bearded woman and the Lizard Man. In this weird and wacky workplace, Evie hopes she can bury her secrets. But when an old friend shows up and begs for her help, she does all she can to stay away. The next time she sees him, he is lying dead in front of the exhibit of the Feejee Mermaid. Suspicion for the murder falls on Jeffrey, known as the Lizard Man, but Evie knows he can’t possibly have done it.  When Jeffrey also goes missing, Evie becomes determined to solve the mystery of her friend’s murder, even if it brings her face to face with her past…

Here, author Casey Daniels sheds some light on the inspiration for her latest novel, the first in a deliciously quirky new historical mystery series featuring museum curator and amateur sleuth Miss Evie Barnum. 

Every author is asked the question, “Where do you get your ideas?”

The truth is, each book starts in a different place.  For me, some ideas come from a bit of overheard conversation, or an item in the newspaper, or a story on the news.  The idea for SMOKE AND MIRRORS? Well, that happened by accident.

I was doing research for another mystery and looking into the origins of cabinets of curiosities (also called wonder rooms . . . don’t you love the ideas those words evoke?).  The cabinets originated in the Renaissance era and contained collections that belonged to individuals: things like rocks, or fossils, or religious relics.  They were the precursors to museums.  Fascinating stuff, and as a history lover, I kept reading.  That’s when I discovered Barnum’s American Museum.

Of course I’d heard of PT Barnum.  Who hasn’t?  But years before he owned a circus, Barnum had a museum in New York City.  It was truly a wonderland, a combination of items that had real historical value (like statues and mummies), exhibits that were pure humbug (like the famous Feejee Mermaid), and even a collection of those people Barnum referred to as oddities: General Tom Thumb, a fat woman, a bearded lady.

The whole idea was so bizarre I couldn’t help but be hooked.

I’d like to say the rest was easy, but of course it never is.  I had my setting and my time period (the 1840s), next I needed to create the characters who would inhabit the story.  Of course PT Barnum would be there, but he was so very much larger than life, I didn’t want him to overshadow the story so I gave him a fictional sister, Evie, who is his assistant and the book’s protagonist.  Add a dash of romance, a few secrets and of course, murder, and SMOKE AND MIRRORS gave me the opportunity to bring what was truly the most wonderful of wonder rooms to life!

SMOKE AND MIRRORS is out now in the UK, and will be published in eBook and in hardback in the USA on 1 November.  For further information, please visit our website here.