Russians, Germans and the odd British Squaddie

dead-of-july-small4-color-13.jpgIt took me over a year to write my novel ‘Dead of July’. I have postponed the release date three times. Why? Because I want to make sure the ending is as good as the story.

How many times have you read a book and loved every word, but been disappointed by the way it ended? I am not saying my ending is weak, but if it is, I am sure my editor will tell me. She is almost there.

What is my book about? Evil Russians, Germans, British Soldiers, the 1982 FIFA World Cup Final, and the adventures of a young British Army wife living in Dortmund, Germany.

Below is a snippet for your reading pleasure.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to move. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit and I jerked my head away from him.

This must surely be Viktor. This man was evil, pure evil. I threw the car into reverse in a desperate attempt to escape. He moved too quickly for me and stood behind the car, smirking at me through the back window. My hand trembled as I shifted into first, but before I could pull away, he appeared in front of me again. How could he move so fast? 



I hope this leaves you hungry for more.

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