Book Page: http://greekislandmysteries.webs.com/the-olympus-killer
What are your current projects?
At the moment, I am promoting my thriller THE OLYMPUS KILLER. It was released April 2014 and has since appeared in various Kindle charts and is Book Of The Month in two Goodread’s groups. Until the 9th of June it is on offer through Amazon Countdown deals. Also, I have started writing book number 2 from my Greek Island Mysteries book series.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Of course! Chapter 1 from THE OLYMPUS KILLER.
The bright Greek sun had just sunk into the ocean.
It had been a beautiful sunset. The way the light jumped upon the waves, enflaming the waters of Vathy Bay, was spectacular.
‘‘Eye candy,’’ Stacy thought as she ambled past the colourful, little fishing boats, all lined up, waiting for their masters to arrive before setting off for the night’s late catch.
Stacy realised that this was the first time she had truly been alone since her divorce was finalized last week, back home in L.A. Her socialite friends had persuaded her to get away from it all and the very next day they were on their way to the Greek island of Rhodes.
It was so quiet and peaceful by the rock where she had sat and stared at the full moon. She gazed upon the shadowy, still ships sleeping on the dark horizon, before taking off her red Manolo Blahnik heels and carefully climbing down to lie on the golden sandy beach, isolated by the rocks from the rest of the world. All the aloneness felt a tad weird after being surrounded by crowds of every age and colour imaginable, just a few days ago at Faliraki, Rhode’s main club scene. After Rhodes, the gang headed to the island of Ko where they continued to party hard. She smiled as she remembered them all lined up on the bar counter at Jackson’s Beach Bar dancing the night away. Now, she was enjoying the serenity offered by the island of Samos. Jennifer, Ginger and the rest of the girls had done a terrific job taking her around the Greek islands -island hopping as Ginger liked to call it- to help her forget him. Him. She wondered what The God was up to at the moment. That’s what everyone called him at the company.
‘‘Hmm… to everyone but me,’’ she thought. Deep down, certain feelings lingered in her, but she could no longer bear the pain of staying with him.
‘‘Cheating bastard,’’ she said to herself and closed her eyes.
‘‘Beautiful night.’’ A voice from behind her interrupted her reverie.
Startled, she let out a brief scream as she leaped to her feet and turned towards the direction of the voice.
‘‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,’’ the handsome, black haired man rushed to say, the moonlight revealing his sparkling green eyes as it danced across his face.
‘‘I don’t scare that easily,’’ she replied, trying to catch her breath. ‘‘You surprised me, that’s all. How long have you been there?’’
‘‘Oh, I’m not a stalker,’’ he joked, mocking her with his smooth, relaxing voice. ‘‘I come here to write.’’ His whole face lit up as he produced a silver Parker pen and a thin red notebook out of his backpack as evidence.
‘‘So you live here?’’
‘‘No, only been here a couple weeks. I’m on holiday too. Alone,’’ he pointed out. ‘‘Tom Smith,’’ he said, stretching out his right hand.
‘‘Stacy Anderson,’’ she replied. Her hand fitted perfectly into his. It felt strange using her maiden name again. Even stranger was the fact that she felt comfortable with this man she had just met. Ginger would have been so proud to see them sitting side by side in the sand, making small talk as the Aegean Sea caressed their feet.
‘‘So what are you writing about?’’ Stacy inquired.
‘‘It’s a thriller!’’ he announced, deepening his voice and taking on a scary tone. They both laughed. It had been a while since she had laughed and meant it.
‘‘I love thrillers,’’ she said with flirtatious excitement. It was the last thing Stacy Anderson ever said. As the knife hit her chest and penetrated her heart, Stacy tried to catch a breath and scream out, but her mouth was quickly covered by Tom’s left hand. His right hand lifted the knife again and the blade flashed silver in the moonlight. Blood was dripping from its sharp end as he stabbed her again with more passion this time and with obvious exhilaration in his devilish green eyes. All seven hits were to her heart. Tom leaned in close and slowly unbuttoned her bloody shirt, taking his time before turning his attention to the button of her jeans.
He gazed upon her beautiful naked body, gently touching her fake breasts. They were perfect, probably the best money could buy.
Then, with savage fury, he plunged the knife between Stacy’s legs, burying it deep inside her, before slicing viciously upward. He stopped when he was pleased that the pomegranate in his bag would fit. He stood up admiring his work. He then walked into the water and with a smile of satisfaction upon his face, Tom swam away.
What inspired you to write your first book?
The thoughts in my head. All those words swirling around in my mind, begging to be put to paper (well, screen). I have always been in love with books and admire authors for what they did. One day, I woke up and told myself off. I had to stop being insecure and take action. Now was the time. A year later, The Olympus Killer was completed and ideas for books 2 and 3 were structured into plots.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Cliche but true. Keep writing daily. Never stop. And while you write, do not make the common mistake and stop reading. On a more practical note, I would advise aspiring authors to build their platform on various social media before releasing their book and if they are going for a more traditional route, to search for the correct agent and press. Not everything suits everybody.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Agatha Christie. She was a genius at setting up a plot with twists and turns that kept you guessing all the way to the shocking finale. Poirot is one of my all time favourite book characters and the settings in which she placed her protagonist were always thrilling and new. She was ahead of her time and a major influence of mine.