The End of Ledston Luck

I have a feeling of déjà vu.

I’m at the end of a book. I’ve finished the first draft, finished the second draft where I check the story, tighten it up, ditch the stuff that the story doesn’t need, and add bits where it needs reinforcing. I’ve finished the third draft where I check the spelling and the grammar. And it’s been out to several key readers who spot the deliberate mistakes I left in for them to find. Fourth draft is in the bag.beak-1294093_1280

Now it’s ready for the cover and for the blurb. As if by magic, they’re now ready too. Would you like to see it, the blurb? You would? Oh, how wonderful! Here it is:

They say you can always trust a copper. They’re lying.

They lied thirty years ago and they’re still lying today.

A booby-trapped body in a long-abandoned chapel. A scene examination that goes horribly wrong. CSI Eddie Collins and DI Benson are injured and one of the team killed. Eddie is heartbroken and guilt-ridden. And angry.

To find out who the killer is, they must first discover the motive. Their breakthrough comes when two young burglars disappear in the village of Ledston Luck. Eddie picks a fight with the wrong man, and is suspended from duty. But he can’t let go of the investigation. He finds the secrets behind a thirty-year-old murder and comes face to face with the killer – on the wrong end of a shotgun.

But this is where the déjà vu ends. In the past, whenever I’ve released a book, I’ve just hit ‘publish’, folded my arms and sat back in the chair, watching. People who’ve waited for them have read them and enjoyed them – I know this because they were kind enough to leave a review telling me so. And that’s been the end of it. I got back to writing a new story, hoping the next one would take off in more spectacular fashion.blog-1616979_1920

Ledston Luck is the fourth CSI Eddie Collins novel, and this time I’m more hopeful of achieving that ‘spectacular’ release. Over the last few years I’ve become friends with some wonderful book people: writers, bloggers, and book fans. I can’t tell you how fortunate I feel that they’ve all come together to help me release Ledston Luck with a bit of a bang rather than a damp whimper.

I still have no idea how those bloggers and readers will receive it, but I live in hope that they enjoy it – it’s why I do it. It’s why every author does it.pants-1255847_1280

Normally when I reach the end of a book, I have a hollow feeling inside; something like sadness, something like a loss, like I’m missing something. Is it homesickness? Kind of, I suppose. It’s something I can only assuage by starting another story, right back at square one. It’s a sickness, but not an unpleasant one. With the imminent release of Ledston Luck, that hollow sadness isn’t something I’ve had the time to feel. No doubt it’ll hit me soon, and then I’ll begin looking around for more situations to dump Eddie into – I know he’ll thank me once he reads this.killer-820017_1920

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