Mike Driscoll has seen it all with the LAPD and life should be slowing down for him after he retires to Montana, but when he finds the Mafia there, of all places, his life takes a very unpleasant turn for the worse. His testimony can put the mob away, so he must die. But he can play just as dirty as the contract killers sent to kill him. And he has something up his sleeve – help from ‘the other side&rs
When Ted Burnside hears from his old shipmate, Harvey Rawlinson, after sixty years he is less than thrilled. They arrange to meet in the Union Jack Club in London; the place where it all began during the war. Just what was it that happened to make Ted so full of dread and anxiety at the prospect of re-uniting with his erstwhile friend? What happened on the minesweeper MMS 50 in 1943-44? Or was it Ted's off-sho
Introducing Mike Driscoll, hard-nosed ex-cop, ex-drunk and a pushover for a beautiful woman. Car trouble strands him in Virginia City, Montana, a ghost town of the Old West, where Mary Carter, ex-Las Vegas showgirl, blackjack dealer and part-time hooker is hiding out from the police and the mob. She got away with a bag full of money during a casino robbery and threw the bag into the pirate lagoon of the Treasure I
Set during the Second World War, this cliff-hanger begins in the condemned cell. Born in Liverpool in the 1920s David Stevenson joins the Royal Navy as a medic. He returns home unexpectedly and finds his wife with another man. Wild with rage he attacks the man and leaves him unconscious. Before the police apprehend him he sails onboard his destroyer HMS Decoy for the Mediterranean. Earlier, on HMS Hollyhock, a Flo
From Annalie’s homeland in South Africa the promise of a new life in Manchester failed to live up to expectations after her short marriage turned into an unmitigated disaster. With the prospects of homelessness staring her in the face, lady-luck stepped in and provided her with the means to earn good (albeit illicit) money and to afford the air-fare to escape back home. However, in the days before her
Follow the story of a man haunted by the repercussions of his own wrongdoing. Of illicit love, bringing him firstly to the heights of spiritual and physical ecstasy, then to the depths of black despair, as his new-found love stricken by memory loss, is frustratingly is taken from his life. Thus it was for otherwise highly respected husband, father and businessman, Steve Browning who having been tempted into a rela
A collection of short 'tall stories', questioning man's belief in his environment. These stories, the author maintains, on each occasion of writing were brought to his ear as if by some strange whispering being, hovering close at hand. To add to the odd aura in which these stories flowed from his pen, nearly always they appeared to be accompanied by an uplifting musical score from a modern Hollywood fi
A voice for those who are lost for words
Eleanor Hewardine tells the story of her life working as a speech therapist in Northern Ireland. Call the Midwife gives an insight into the work of that profession. Memoirs of a Peash Ferapis gives a similar insight into work of Speech and Language Therapy.
Follow her career as she brings new h
Have you ever wondered what life is like for a sound recordist? Well now you can find out through the eyes of a man who enjoyed many years working with, amongst others, the rich and famous within the world of television and film.
From heart-warming to harrowing, he’s endured. From working with the likes of Eric Morecambe and Ernie Wise to filming for a news company covering overseas wars, ever-chan
The silver grey Aston slid in through the magnificent wrought iron gates sideways and slithered to an abrupt halt, tyres racing for traction on the neatly raked gravel, spewing out bits of grit and shale in an almost perfect arc. Crystal flicked the switch on the dash and the retractable roof of the Aston began to sweep effortlessly into place. She reluctantly ceased bopping along to the music and turned down the
Crystal took a moment to scrutinise the once familiar landmarks, strangely smaller and more faded than she remembered, she’d done this journey a hundred times or more in her youth, but now with adult eyes, it seemed almost inconsequential. Travel weary and jaded, balance was what she sought now. Her eyes pricked, and she rubbed crossly at her face, adding even more grime to the ‘panda’ eyes she&r
