kerry buchanan

Book 2 of Harvey and Birch (hopefully there will be a book 3 or even better a long running series) deserves its own thread. Kerry's first book Knife Edge was an excellent read with plot twists that kept you guessing till the last word and beyond. Some times when we pick up a second book in a...

I’m worried @Kerrybuchanan won’t shout loudly enough about this because it’s crime but her first novel is out on preorder today! Links below: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08ZJPQNCB/ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08ZJPQNCB/ It sounds all kind of awesome, Kerry is a great writer and Joffe a...

The showy red coat looked bright and cheery from a distance, but up close the patched cloth indicated a dismal fairy on his uppers. “What the feck d’you think you’re doing?” the leprechaun screeched as I caught him by the ear, pinching firmly between thumb and forefinger to make sure he didn’t...

Grandmother rocked gently in front of the fire, humming under her breath as she knitted, deft fingers clicking and clacking as they did on every other night – but this time it was different. This time, her long skirt had twisted itself around her legs, bunching up to reveal her feet. She never...

Such an inhospitable country. A few inches of soil over granite was barely enough to support the growth of straggly grass and the wild horned sheep that grazed there. One of them watched him now, from the top of a pile of damp grey rocks. Those yellow slitted eyes seemed too intelligent for a...

Long, long ago, at the time of the grievous slaughter when great oaks were hewn to build King Philip’s ships, we fell. We were ripe and ready, our silky skins darkening to chestnut brown as we nestled in our prickly cocoon. Barely had we settled on Mother Earth when strong fingers took us up and...

The watcher was back, an unseen presence that sent prickles of warning racing across Eilish’s skin. The horse fidgeted and snatched at the bit until Eilish soothed her with a hand on her neck. ‘Easy, Lady. It’s just me being silly.’ She glanced at her wristwatch and turned for home with a...

A Healing Touch By Kerry Buchanan Dark blood flowed into the sand, a sluggish trail from the throat of a man in desert clothing. An unforgiving sun blazed in the sky, scavenger birds silhouetted as they circled over the body. Sitting her horse at the top of a dune, Iriyan suspected a trap...

The Survivor by Kerry Buchanan We were not alone. I’d the sense not to speak my thoughts aloud this time. One more word and I would be disciplined at best, demoted at worst. Spencer had no patience with my hunches. When the screaming started, I was the only one to drop to the ground, pulling...