Sometimes the only way to mend a broken heart…
..Is to catch a serial killer.
Ruari was on his way to confess love to best friend Lorna. But her killer got there first.
He’s been thrown out of the police, his ex is moving on with her life. He has nothing left. Except a glimpse of Lorna’s killer.
And hallucinatory flashbacks from a bad trip in his teenage years that mean he can’t always trust his own eyes.
And the increasing sense that while he’s after the killer, someone is after him.
There's a serial killer on the loose in a city where elderly women beat up would-be muggers, half the ten-year-olds are feral and a monster on a murderous rampage is greeted with shouts of show us your willy!
If you can handle Scottish humour of the blackest order, gripping twists that will have you gasping out loud and a pace faster than a runaway haggis, you’ll love Dark of Night.
Start reading this addictive series now!
Set in Glasgow this is pure Scottish gold - Books from Dusk Till Dawn
Glasgow has just found itself a fresh new name in crime fiction - ChapterinmyLife
This addictive series of books is already on my top reads list for this year - Portobello book blog
Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / CrimeIn just over a year it has sold 2500 copies, primarily in the UK as I have only just started to advertise internationally. Several times last summer it hit the top ten in Scottish Crime, and it was selected as a Spotlight book for the Bloody Scotland festival 2018.
The bus wouldn’t go any faster, no matter how fiercely
Ruari begged it to under his breath. He sat on the
front seat of the top deck, staring urgently out through the
rivulets of rain that crisscrossed the window on this miser-
able Glasgow night, pressing his foot on an imaginary gas
pedal. The bus swung leisurely into a stop as though it had
all the time in the world.
Outside, the drizzle glowed orange under the street
lamps lighting Dumbarton Road. Scores of fuzzy red brake
lights, distorted by the rain, blazed two by two far into the
distance.
The bus pulled out and almost immediately juddered to
a stop behind a white van. Come on, come on, come on. A
flurry of furious horns sounded up ahead. Some idiot had
tried to cross the road between cars, causing somebody to
miss the green light and all hell to break loose.
Below on the road Ruari could see the tops of umbrellas
scurrying along the pavement. Folk trudging home from
work, popping to the corner shop for a pint of milk, stag-
gering home from cheeky mid-week drinks.
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German
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Already translated.
Translated by Katrin Korkowski
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