CRIME THRILLER OUT SOON

A FATAL FACADE
a crime thriller 

by

Linda M. James

I'm delighted to tell you that my sixth book is being published next month. Here's what one reviewer has written about it so I do hope you read it. I think you'll be hooked by the plot and the colourful characters. 

"A gripping novel which will keep you reading late into the night as you discover all the secrets ex-DCI Jack Bradley uncovers. Some are more deadly than others! Make this the next book you read!"
Peter Owen Jones (TV Broadcaster & Author)

 

A Fatal Facade is a crime thriller focusing on the lives of four people who become involved with Paolo Cellini, a 30-year-old wealthy art dealer who is killed in his marbled bathroom in Chelsea, London.
Each person is linked to Cellini in unusual ways: his lover, Bianca Vella, a Maltese nightclub-singer who worships him; Rico Batas, his Filipino nightclub-manager who hates him; his other lover, Angelica Logan, a woman with too many terrible secrets and Jack Bradley, an ex-DCI, who needs to redeem himself to his family and his colleagues by discovering the truth about the life and death of Cellini.
 Jack’s obsessive search takes him down dark, disturbing avenues into the secret lives of these people who are almost crushed under the weight of Cellini’s narcissistic personality. Jack knows that one of them killed him but even he is stunned by the secrets he unearths.

THE MIDNIGHT SUN

I've just returned from the Arctic Circle and seen the midnight sun. An amazing feast for the eyes but how the Norwegian people cope with sleeping when the sun disappears for only a short time in the summer is beyond me. I found that the only way I could sleep was by blacking out the windows with rubbish bags and Gaffer tape. [I had gone prepared!]

And then all that darkness in the winter! I asked one Norwegian woman what they did in the winter. ‘Oh, there’s plenty to do,’ she answered. ‘ Knitting… making rhubarb jam… painting the house…' I realized in that moment why so many Norwegians were depressed. Imagine living there if you hated knitting, making jam or painting?  

So, in spite of our bad summer this year, I was glad when we finally reached home.