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Iris had experienced a ghostly encounter. Then it happened again. And again. They weren’t threatening events, but she still felt unnerved.
Her husband, Mike, recalls the story of a family curse. A ghost of a relative, Harold, appears and, shortly afterwards, someone dies in a bizarre accident.
Has Harold been killing people? Is Iris going to be his next victim? How do they stop him?
Excerpt from the first chapter below.
Welcome to my website, where you can find my stories with a difference.
Read about murderous women, strange hauntings and a fight to escape one's past.
My latest book, Thwarting Harold out now.
My Books
Julia is all too aware of her failings, can't cook, nervous, tongue tied, lacking in confidence. Moving to a country cottage in an isolated spot is just what she needs to lift her depressions and with Mark, her loving husband, new friends and hobbies, life starts to look better.
She is soon displaying a startling change of personality, criticising and belittling people, drinking to excess and shoplifting. Is she bipolar, psychopathic or could her apparent addiction to the water from the old bore hole in the garden be to blame?
Mark sets out to solve the mystery of his wife's strange behaviour in his own logical, but unorthodox, fashion. The history of the house and its surroundings form part of his investigations. This leads to an unexpected turn of events.
How does a cosy Sunday dinner in a small English commuter town between three middle aged women turn into the perfect murder spree? Eve, Dorothea, and Penny decide to take matters into their own hands after incredible tragedy at the hand of conman, Martin Cole. As the public swings between fear of the so-called Vigilante Killer and glee that these fraudsters are receiving their just desserts, will detective Mike Nash and police be able to solve the case? Do they even want to? A gripping yet humorous book of crime fiction by author Fiona J Roberts.
Joanne, known as Jojo, is the youngest child of the Rushton family. She is blonde and petite and the rest of them are stocky and dark haired. She is clever and the rest of them are not. She wants to escape from her humble beginnings and make a new life, but they just won't let her.When she enters into a relationship with a handsome doctor, Miles, the thought of him meeting her deadbeat family results in her taking drastic action. Having rid herself of one impediment, another arises. Miles' family are also dysfunctional, only in a different way. Further steps, however unpleasant, must be taken.Jojo will do anything to get the life that she wants.
Beth is watching her favourite programme, Tales of Retribution, as her father, Tim, kills her mother. Her life has just become much harder. She takes comfort in the justice dispensed in the TV show and hopes, someday, to exact her own revenge for the murder.
Tim is on the run with no real plan. Events lead to him changing his name and starting a new life. He often thinks about the daughter he left behind.
Their lives take them on different paths, but a time will come where they meet again. Will Beth get the chance to avenge the death of her mother?
Thwarting Harold
It was not too cold, so the pace was slow. Ambling along, delaying her return home, where she would make a cup of tea and then watch the television, maybe read a book or the newspaper. There needed to be more to life than this. Muttering some Spanish swear words, Iris sighed and trudged on.
Two youths were loitering on the pavement ahead. Iris was busy thinking about the latest lesson and when she found her path blocked, it came as a surprise. They weren’t that old, these boys in front of her. Fourteen or fifteen, she thought. They were in the youth uniform of track suit bottoms and hoodies. The trainers they were wearing seemed rather nice in comparison to the rest of their clothes.
The, slightly, taller one was the first to speak.
“Give us your phone.”
The lad had made an assumption. Iris didn’t have her phone on her and now she would have to explain this to the young man who, she had just noticed, was waving a small knife at her. Keep calm, she told herself.
“I haven’t got my phone with me. It’s at home.”
“What’s in the bag?”
“My books. I’m learning Spanish.”
She might as well have been speaking Spanish. The boys looked at each other and the knife waver shrugged at his mate. It was the smaller ones turn to threaten.
“What about your purse. Cards and money and stuff.”
Thug number two also had a knife and had taken a couple of steps towards her.
Iris had to decide what to do and she didn’t have long to think about it. The muggers were only kids. Hopefully, they wouldn’t actually use those knives, but it was best not to antagonise them. They weren’t getting her bank cards, Iris decided. There was about twenty-five pounds in the purse and they would have to be happy with that. She took the bag off of her shoulder and began searching inside.
What a lot of crap she carried around with her. She could see three lipsticks, tissues, gloves, keys, various receipts, a packet of paracetamol and, finally what she was looking for. Looking back up at the muggers, it became apparent that she had missed something. They were backing away, clasping each other’s arms.
They weren’t looking at her any more. Something far more fascinating was behind her. No, not fascinating, terrifying.
“What’s the matter?” Iris asked.