There I was happily writing chick lit when along came a killer who turned me into a thriller writer.
t took a murderer on a train just ninety minutes to make me switch genres. Ninety minutes of being subjected to his take on being in prison. Ninety minutes of enduring all the grisly details of the crime that put him behind bars and ninety minutes of the barbarism that kept him under lock and key for far longer than his original sentence.
I didn’t dare move for fear he’d pull a knife on me.
When he finally got off the train, I sat there stunned, feeling defiled and dirty. I hadn’t asked to hear his sordid tales but he’d told me all the same. Having listened to them, his words were engrained on my brain.
Meet Ben from my first psychological thriller: THE KILLING OF MUMMY’S BOY. He wore the badge of convicted criminal with pride. Ruthless, terrifying and amoral, no one could accuse him of being boring. What better character for a novel? In a heartbeat, I’d crossed to the dark side, the more I wrote, the more hooked I became on every twist and turn.
Having written one thriller and loved every minute, I couldn’t wait to start the next. The plot for GUILT quickly took hold as I began to explore this toxic emotion. Like a nauseous gas, it seeps into every crack, destroying lives. Such power, yet it only exists in people’s minds where it passes it from person to person like an infectious disease, with no one willing to take the blame.
GUILT is one woman’s attempt to get the better of it and see off the feelings of shame that dogged her life since the death of her younger brother.
GUILT explores a side to human nature that is uncomfortable to confront yet lurks below the surface: the evil, the cruel and the wicked. Yet, no matter how bad the crime, there is always the possibility for hope and redemption.