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Today I’m on the ‘The Major Minor Murders’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Jim McGhee’s a former award-winning environmental journalist.
Based in East Lothian, near Edinburgh, Scotland, he spends much of each year (in normal times) in the South of France, the main setting for the DI Barney Mains series, with tolerant wife Jean and rampant Irish Terrier, Jack.
After a full-on career as a campaigning newspaper reporter, he and Jean launched their own recruitment company in central Edinburgh and for twelve fun-packed years worked closely together alongside their brilliant team – without spilling a single drop of blood.
The Alpes-Maritimes and Var departments, on the other hand, have provided a host of dramatic locations just perfect as inspiration for the odd spot of fictional gore.
Locals, blessed with scenery ranging from unspoiled mountain villages to the classic palms-and-marinas coast, claim that they can be swimming one moment and skiing a little over an hour later.
Though when not writing or travelling en famille, Jim’s more likely to be off on a hike in the hills with his ever-ready buddy, Jack.
There’s been a murder. And the only suspect has vanished.
Even his own brother, DI Barney Mains, thinks he’s guilty.
But when the missing man’s teenage daughter begs Barney to help, he has no choice.
And before long he starts to question whether the criminal brother he hasn’t seen for ten years could actually be innocent this time.
It’s just that everyone seems to be in an all-fired hurry to pin the killing on him.
Despite there being a pair of highly visible alternative candidates – a tall ex-army type and a sidekick built like a tank.
The trail leads Barney to the South of France and the gated world of the super-rich.
For only there will he discover whether his brother is a killer on the run.
Or the next victim…
They checked in then took turns to shower. Barney sensed how natural they were around each other, as if they’d been doing this for years. They jumped into bed without any first-night nonsense then lay there under the satin duvet in their stiff white cotton gowns, giggling like silly kids. ‘What’s this?’ she asked, running a finger down a five-inch scar on his chest.
‘Oh, that? That was when I hiked across the Outback. Ended up on Bondi Beach. Shark attack.’
‘OK, it was actually on Portobello Prom when I fell off my roller skates. Lost a very good ice-cream cone that day, too. Changed my life.’
She thumped him on his scar. ‘Come on big boy. I’ll make you forget all about it.’ She opened her gown and slid on top of him, opening his as she went. He felt the silky heat of her skin then grinned like a Cheshire cat as she lowered her wicked, flushed face to his, her fragrant, damp hair coating his throat.
And she did make him forget. The ice-cream, everything. By the time he resurfaced he realised that he’d actually forgotten all about art fraud and murder too. It was around five in the evening. She was purring contentedly, her right arm draped limply across him. He slipped out of bed as carefully as he could. He found his phone and checked messages. There was a text from Abbey. Great news! Dad’s getting out tonight! Picking him up at seven. Be there or else! He smiled then texted back: I always respond to threats!
He crawled back into bed. She stirred. ‘Sorry, did I wake you?’ he said. But he wasn’t sorry at all.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds