Yesterday, The Faces Of The Dead was published. Not my first book and hopefully not my last. But I’ll tell you something, the thrill never goes. It’s never mundane, or an ordinary day.

But each time, it’s a gamble. We write, hope the publishers wants the work – that’s the first hurdle. The true test, though, is when it’s in the hands of the readers. They – you – are the ultimate judges. We hope you like the idea of the book enough to buy it or borrow it from the library. Obviously, buying it is better, as we get the royalties from sales. Still, times are tough and books are a luxury; I understand. Still, request it from the library and if they don’t have it, they’ll buy a copy. The upside to that is that many more people can read it.

I keep gambling on people liking my books, and so far, you have. I’m incredibly grateful for that, believe me. These constant leaps of faith can be draining, but I’ll keep on making them.

Meanwhile, thank you for reading. As we all know, books are better from independent shops. If that isn’t an option for you, Speedy Hen has the best hardback price, plus free UK postage.

Need another nudge to convince you? How about this review from Booklist?

… When her boss is badly injured during a raid, Cathy’s as shocked as she is proud to take over as his temporary replacement, although there’s extra pressure—her “being a woman and all”—to crack the case. But her local connections, ingenuity, bravery, and intuition pay off. A plucky female cop, wartime drama and romance, and a look at how the war gave women new opportunities give oomph to Nickson’s slow-burning police procedural.

Go on, you know you want to.

And thank you.