When a violent home invasion shatters Dani's teenage existence, the attacker leaves her for dead, mutilating her face with a Chelsea grin - a brutal act of gang warfare. With a low chance of survival, and her life in ruins, Dani becomes a mere statistic, just another innocent victim of the escalating mob crime in London.
However, Dani survives.
Haunted by that traumatic night, and unable to escape her own personal hell, Dani dedicates her life to a new vendetta; violent, bloody revenge on each of those who did her wrong. With nothing to lose, and a new desire for bloodshed, the teenager will stop at nothing to avenge her family.
Genre: FICTION / ThrillersThis is currently my bestselling novel - written as a standalone title, the initial beta feedback and subsequent success of the book convinced me to write a sequel. After starting the second title (which quickly became Dani: A Dani Scott Novella, a 1.5 title, if you will), I was convinced that Dani (the main character) had a lot more mileage in her. Thus, I am now working on the first of four true sequels for this title.
Highest Chart Position on Amazon: #1 in Horror/Thriller
When I released this title, I only had four titles available on Amazon - I believe this title has put me on the map as a thriller writer.
Though released in 2015, I still sell multiple copies of Grin a month, through both normal Kindle sales and Kindle Unlimited, and it still stands as my most popular title. I have been told (by endearing readers) to quickly turn this into a script for film distribution. I am currently working on this as we speak.
She moved Teddy away from her chest. "Teddy," she whispered.
Her brother glanced up at her, his eyes ringed with red raw skin, puffy from rivulets of horror-induced tears. He nodded, not saying anything.
"We need to make a run for it, okay?"
Teddy shook his head and instantly hugged back into her chest again. Dani patted him on the back and allowed it to happen for a moment. She pulled him away again. "I need you to be brave, okay?"
Teddy shook his head, his bottom lip quivering. He sniffed silently, his face screwed in an expression of absolute loss and terror. Dani felt her guts lurch. What am I doing? He just saw his mother murdered. We should stay here; he's in no shape to move.
He'll find us.
He hasn't so far.
It's only a matter of time.
We can't stay here. We need to go.
Where are the police?
Dani knew she had no choice. If they stayed here, they wouldn’t last the night. The police would come, maybe, after the gunshots. It could take them all night though.
They needed to get out now.
She counted to three in her head. She pulled Teddy away. "Right, we need to go out through your room, down the hall and into my room, okay? We can climb out onto the roof and get into the garage. I can grab my mobile phone too and we can call the police. Then, we'll be safe, okay?"
"What about Mom and Dad?"
The question slammed her in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her. She felt a warm sensation of nausea crawling through her blood. She gulped, realising she couldn’t chicken out now. Their lives depended on it. Vomiting wouldn’t help anyone in this confined space and it would alert the intruder.
