Once upon a time my dear grandmother Dora MacDonald (Grannie Mac, quickly changed to Grammie Nack by very young mouths) introduced me to books. Not the cardboard kid books with simple pictures and very few words, but real, chapter, “no pictures except those created in your brain” books.
I was hooked, much to my detriment during school. The kid with his nose permanently stuck in a book made few friends. Of either gender.
And reading became a positive feedback loop. The more I read, the more isolated I became and the more isolate I became, the more I read. And I am not complaining. I discovered worlds I never knew existed. And at heart I’m a misanthrope, happier in a book than in the company of almost anyone.
Then a decade or so ago I decided to start writing some of my own books. A couple of them are actually pretty good. You’ll have to figure out which ones yourselves.
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A series of three books (so far) based in Miami with interlocking characters. Each can be read on it’s own, but better if read in order (the order on the linked page).
Definitely a series which should be read in order. The stories are centred around the adventures of telecommunications engineer Matt Daly. His international projects always seem to run into rogue terrorist operations, involving him in ways he never anticipated.
A few years ago I was driving on a coastal road through coastal towns on coastal Australia when I saw a sign for private investigator services. I immediately started imagining what kind of cases a Private Investigator in a small Australia town might end up with and immediately decided I’d have to make up some stuff. There are three stories set on the central coast, and a fourth, my most recent, set in a small town south of Sydney.
Ellie Bourke was born when I heard Sophie Monk on the radio one morning. Her self-deprecating attitude and frank, earthy approach to life had me wondering what a character such as her, with her Australian view of the world, would be like facing off against the too-tanned, veneer afflicted egos. And of course there had to be crimes.
Two completely independent stories with a sci-fi bent. One has aliens keeping an eye on humans, making sure we never find a way to leave our solar system (and their reaction when we do). The other provides an answer to the question: “What if unsolved murders were time travellers coming from the future to stop potential serial killers?”