November, 1983… maybe.
Home from serving a violent two years in Northern Ireland, Chalky, a late twenties Father unaware of his PTSD and depression, has to come to terms with his dark, broken mind… until he is treated to a new, beautiful next-door neighbor, Shelly, a modern thinking girl on the run from her two ex boyfriends.
Alone for the first time in her life, Shelly tries her best to ignore the bumps and creeks in the night.
The more Chalky obsesses to act normal and protect her, the more his mind begins to slip, and nothing is what it seems.
Solve the twisty dark mystery before you die, giggling.
Writing books is hard, especially when you’re a massive dyslexic with anxiety, depression a weird sense of humour. But what I’ve learnt is every one has this at some stage in their life, some more than others. Like laughter or sadness, A&D can be a temporary feeling, no one has a panic attack forever. So breath, laugh, love, and buy my book, I got bills to pay, because at the end of the day, life inside your head can be what you make it, it’s your universe. And remember, EVERYBODY IS CRAZY, just be good crazy.