I’ve been quiet around here this past few days, I know! But today, thanks to the wonderful Emma at damppebblesblogtours, I have something for you!
Title: Godlefe’s Cuckoo (Danny Lancaster #6)
Author: Bill Todd
Date of publication: March 2018
Danny Lancaster has been missing since the fishing boat exploded. Police are closing their inquiry but Wanda Lovejoy continues her campaign to find the truth. An evil man kept alive by machines nurses a corrosive hate. As drugs and disease pull his dying mind apart he throws his crime empire into a scorched earth quest to find one man. If Danny Lancaster isn’t dead he soon will be.
When the ketchup bottle won’t give any more voluntarily it stands on its head while
gravity works its magic. I worry away at the corners of a hummus pot to scrape out
the last smear.
Nothing is wasted. Same applies to writing crime thrillers.
I have had the great good fortune to spend most of my working life as a journalist,
much of it travelwriting across more than 40 countries.
The people, places, smells and experiences provide a rich and varied palate to dip
my writer’s brush.
When I was editor of a local paper we were having the traditional lengthy pub lunch
when the bar filled with police. A breathless detective demanded ‘How long have you been here?’ An indignant colleague said, ‘He’s the editor of the local paper.’ The
copper said, ‘I don’t care who he is. He fits the description of the armed robber who’s
just done the bank two doors down.’ It was a valuable lesson about being in the sights of an adrenalin-charged copper.
Fortunately, my alibi was rock solid.
Reporting on the local paper. I often covered the local Territorial Army unit which
gave me a great opportunity to fire weapons in a controlled and safe environment.
Well, mostly. Once they were training to use a mortar. A round was fired but no one
could see where it went. Then the instructor looked directly upwards – ‘SCATTER!’
Luckily, no injuries but it was a useful lesson on weapons and their consequences.
Fear is a key ingredient of crime thrillers, either receiving or dishing it out. I’ve come across it in many forms, two of them while swimming.
Long ago, I was swept out to sea on an ebbing tide off Hastings and waved frantically at my friends on the beach. Once I’d finally caught their attention they all
waved back. I survived. But that wasn’t the worst. Travelling the Greek islands, I couldn’t understand why the nudist beach was busy but the sea was empty on such a glorious Aegean summer day. I dived in and struck out for deeper water until the first jellyfish struck. The swim back was urgent but not fast as one grasping hand was doing the job of the trunks I’d left on the beach.
My grandson Theo is three months old now so it ended well but I still remember the
My sixth Danny Lancaster crime thriller – Godlefe’s Cuckoo – was published in
March. I’m behind schedule with my next project but I’m blaming Theo.
I am working on Danny7. And a standalone. Or a cosy crime. Maybe a historical
thriller based on the opening of Danny6. Then again, I have an anecdote-rich
500,000 personal diary of my travel trips.
Whichever takes pole position in the writing stakes, rest assured there will be blood.
Which looks a lot like the ketchup still heading slowly south in the almost empty
You can find the book here!
I’m a journalist and travel writer who has visited more than 40 countries from the white wastes of Arctic Finland to the ancient deserts of Namibia. Love a good wilderness. I received the Ed Lacy travel award in 2007.
I’ve written six crime thrillers featuring soldier-turned-investigator Danny Lancaster and was startled and delighted to be voted one of the 100 best crime authors in the WH Smith readers’ poll in 2015.
I’ve also written three short factual military histories. I live to write although keyboard time has been
cut lately with the arrival of grandson Theo.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bill-