I have been a London Taxi Driver for almost 40 years, during which time I branched out into Pub ownership, I had three. Prior to this I was a London Policeman and owner of a Mini cab business in Bermonsey, Sth London.
In November 2006 I was hit, whilst stationary, by a Van and effectively put out of work for three years, it was then that I wrote my first novel. LOOK BOTH WAYS THEN LOOK BEHIND, it was taken on by an agent but unfortunately not taken on by a publisher although it never received any bad reviews. One actually said. We like the story and like the setting, but find it too commercial for our readers. I thought of giving up but a new story just jumped into my head, so I wrote it.
THE DESOLATE GARDEN was published on the 19 March 2012. it tells the story of a Private Bank that, unbeknown to most in the British SIS, funded a Russian in his work for the West. In the quest to discover the murderer of his father, Lord Eliot Paterson and his youngest brother Edward, Harry teams up with a beautiful enigmatic woman from the Foreign Office and together they set about to unravel the deeply hidden secrets that many wish were left undisturbed.
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My first novel was published on 19 March and is available at Waterstone’s, Barnes&Noble and all the Amazon sites. THE DESOLATE GARDEN; a spy murder mystery. I am a London Licensed Taxi Driver.
I intend to do something that I think is original now that my book The Desol
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