Friday, 30 June 2017

Six signed copies of the new Barclay & MacDonald paperback up for grabs!

My new paperback Barclay & MacDonald is available now on Amazon and through select retailers worldwide. It contains the first two novels, ‘When She Was Bad’ and ‘Bad For Good’, plus an exclusive interview with me and an extract from ‘Bad Timing’, the third book in the series. Not bad for the ridiculously low price of £10.99. Go on, it’ll look great on your bookshelf, you know it will…
If you’d like a chance to win one of six signed copies I’m giving away, all you have to do is post a review of the second book, ‘Bad For Good’, onto Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com and I’ll draw six lucky winners from the reviews that appear before July 31st.

http://amzn.eu/8ZUeNkM

The lucky winners for July are: Bob R, Jon F, Dionne B, Mark G, Kevin L and Mrs TMP. Copies on their way, folks!

Sunday, 25 June 2017

New Barclay & MacDonald paperback



I’m being asked by readers when they can expect the next Barclay & MacDonald book. The good news (although it's a bit of a cheat) is that there’s a paperback collection of the first two novels out now, which has both books in full plus a couple of exclusives: an interview with me about writing Bad For Good and the prologue for Bad Timing, which is the working title for the third book in the series. It is available to buy from Amazon and some of the finest bookshops.
The main reason for the collection is to make the print version more affordable - the cost of the paperbacks is as low as Amazon permit but combining the two in a single volume and slightly reducing the type size means the paperback is shipping for just £10.99 (buying the two paperbacks separately costs £15.98). (I won’t be publishing the omnibus collection as a Kindle eBook as Amazon are selling both eBooks for £3.89 at the moment, which makes adding another edition a little pointless.) 
Jen’s done great covers on all the books but I think this one is the best yet. Tina Pugh took a fab moody photo of the Greenwich foot tunnel for us and it adds a really atmospheric look to the book.
As to the publication of the next in the series I don’t have any firm dates yet as I’m still at the ideas stage. I start a new course with Random House this week which I’m using to pull together ideas I have for a non-Barclay novel,  provisionally called The Ghost’s Story, which I may write before Claire’s tale continues. That’s my plan anyway.
Thanks for your support and please keep the Amazon reviews of Bad For Good coming.

Stay Bad…

Neil

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Bad For Good out now on Kindle and in paperback

Available on Kindle and as a paperback around the world - the second Barclay & MacDonald novel, BAD FOR GOOD. Enjoy!

You can buy and download the eBook here: http://amzn.eu/3jpBG1j or the paperback here: http://amzn.eu/g9jh8pJ

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

'When She Was Bad' Prologue

I had aimed at his shoulder but it was the side of his head that exploded. So much for shooting to wound rather than kill. Shit. Barclay would be furious.

So I ran. Ran like I’d never run before in my life. Drop the gun? Keep the gun? My fingers felt welded to its grip. I couldn’t let go, the warmth of the metal strangely seductive.

Run.

Was she chasing me or seeing to what was left of her fallen lover? I wasn’t waiting to find out, didn’t even turn to see. I just ran. Arms pumping, cheeks puffing, breath already shortening. Run, girl, run.

I turned left, down the dark alleyway that led round the side of the abandoned warehouse. There were no lights, no paving and I stumbled on the uneven surface but I couldn’t stop, I ran as fast as I could, my legs, sides, lungs all protesting at this sudden call to action.

There was wire fencing a few yards ahead. Could I take it in my stride like in the movies? From behind I could hear a shout for me to stop. At least she’d stopped screaming. I slipped the gun into my coat pocket and jumped at the fencing, surprising myself by getting a firm grip with both hands and hauling myself up like I was on an assault course.

‘Stop, bitch!’

Well that’s nice, I thought as I dropped over the other side, my ankle turning slightly on landing but just a tweak. I could understand she was upset, but there was no need to make it personal. I brushed myself down then started to run again, though every muscle was howling for me to slow down. Just too out of condition for this running lark. If it hadn’t been for the adrenaline rush I’d have been finished already.

I could hear the blood hammering in my ears, felt my lungs close to bursting. Any further and I was sure I would collapse. I turned left around another building and then suddenly there was a pool of light ahead, a single streetlamp picking out the familiar Fiat parked at the roadside.

Had he heard the gun shot? Or was Barclay oblivious to the drama I’d suddenly ignited?

‘Barclay!’ I attempted to shout as I neared the car, so short of breath I thought I would die.

He saw me and wound the window down.

‘All go to plan?’ he asked.

‘No it…no it fucking didn’t.’ I fell against the passenger side and wrenched the door open, clambering in.

‘Where’s the money?’

‘What?’ Barely able to speak.

‘The money. Where’s the money?’

‘He’s dead. I shot him. He’s dead. Drive!’

‘Fuck.’

He turned the key and the engine coughed into life. Slamming it into first and flooring the accelerator, we shot off, as fast as the little rust trap could manage.