Ireland 1967. The Summer of love. Or was it?
A holiday weekend. Amazing weather. American student Dakota Lacey is hiking around Kerry.
But there’s a sinister, dark side to the atmosphere. Lone female hikers are being brutally attacked.
Dublin 1941. A brutal murder. Mistaken identity. And barman Eamon Foley is running for his life.
Nine months later Foley is in a crowded pub, and his brother-in-law is shot dead.
I write history, both fiction and non-fiction, but I used to be a librarian and part of me always will be!
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The fascination with history was always part of my growing up – why, I even had a father that was historic. He was already 63 by the time I was born and, as a teenager, it wasn’t always easy having a septuagenarian dad. Friends at school used to ask, ‘why’s your dad so old?’ They were right; in fact, he was so old, Queen Victoria was still on the throne at the time of his birth. He collected medals, a collection I’ve now inherited, and as a boy I was mesmerised by their appearance and the stories that lay behind them. Most had the name and rank of the recipient inscribed on the rim and I dreamt of being like them – a military hero in faraway lands which, given my inherent cowardice, was fanciful to say the least.
And from this, I started History In An Hour for my non-fiction history. And, to add to this, I'm the author of four epic historical novels.