A woman with a lust for money and danger... A man with a hunger for risk and adrenaline... Can they con the Sydney underworld and get away with murder? Or will they both end up dumped in a dark alley? No one can be believed. No one can be trusted. Welcome to King's Cross... When Micky DeWitt sails into Sydney, Australia, his only assets are a run down yacht, his wits, and the skills he's picked up as a dedicated career criminal. Shiftless, cynical and dishonest, even with himself, Micky takes a job as a barman in Sydney's seedy red light district of Kings Cross. He's a chameleon, seeing himself as both master criminal and chilled-out world sailor. He wants a life on Easy Street, is driven by the desire to 'get away with it, ' and addicted to the adrenaline rush that comes with that life. Carol Todd is turned on by money and risk-taking. For Carol, there's no such thing as "enough". Being an escort to a few wealthy clients is just a means to an end. A couple of underworld connections help, too. But what she needs for her latest con is a fall guy-someone she can use and lose once she's done with him. And Micky DeWitt looks like the perfect man to fall into her sultry, seductive honey trap. Playing to Micky's twisted sense of chivalry, Carol leads him into a hedonistic free-fall. As Micky's life spins out of control it doesn't take long to graduate from burglary to arson, then accessory to murder. And no matter which way he moves, someone's going to get hurt... or die. What readers are saying: "Suspenseful, pithy, unpredictable, and laced with black humour, Flank Street perfectly captures the mood of Sydney's criminal underworld.""Bloody bold, and brilliant!" "The dialogue is short, sharp, and terse, with just the right amount of street talk to make Flank Street a compelling read for fans of hard-boiled crime fiction." "This book is a page-turner for anyone who likes noir thrillers/mysteries."
About the Author: I've always written, as far back as I can recall anyway. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends, and travelogues to family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I've travelled widely, collecting experiences, people, and places as I did so. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I've gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates. Although I grew up in Norfolk, UK, I never felt truly at home until I lived in Australia, and that is no doubt the reason my first published novels are set there. All of my books this far have some element of fact in them. I guess it's hard for any writer not to include events from their life. Our experiences shape our thoughts and the words and actions of our characters. I sometimes wish I'd become a novelist earlier in life, but then if I had, I wouldn't have the range of characters and events that I do. After spending much of my adult life travelling, I now live in a remote forest house in Germany with two Mexican dogs, an Icelandic horse, six French hens, and a mermaid who I found at a beach on the north coast of Bequia.