I am thrilled to have been invited on the Blog Tour for this final book in the Locked Trilogy. Locked Down is book 3 and is a real page-turner full of adrenaline pumping twists and turns.
Locked Down (Locked Trilogy #3)
Available from AMAZON
What DCI Piper dredges up when investigating the cold case of Terrence Whittaker’s disappearance is unexpected and unwelcome – especially when it links to a current missing persons case.
Charlie Bell’s only goal in life is ending the tyranny of the Mansel-Jones crime family.
While Ariadne Teddington recovers after a car crash, her missing brother’s case is reopened, and a past she has always struggled to deal with comes back to haunt her.
Finding the new lodger isn’t who she was expecting makes life a rollercoaster she can’t get off.
What will it take to get a criminal locked down for once and for all?
Can the present overcome the past?
And can any of them afford the price?
This is book 3 in the ‘Locked’ trilogy. They work well as stand-alone but you would get more enjoyment by reading them in sequence.
20 years ago Terry Whittaker went missing while his sister, Ariadne, was supposed to be watching him. It is the present day and Ariadne is at a seaside resort recovering from a bad car accident when Piper turns up. He is a face from a period she is trying to put out of her mind but when she finds out that he has been allocated to cold cases and is investigating the disappearance of her brother (and other children) she realises that her past is back to haunt her.
The nightmare gets worse when she returns home and finds out that her mother has taken in a lodger and that is another face from her past that she is trying to forget. Will she be able to move on with her life and return to the job she loves as a prison officer? It is not looking good for her.
When Piper is allocated to cold cases to keep him out of trouble he picks up the missing children case and pandoras box is well and truly open.
As the past and the present merge the reader is taken on a roller coaster ride of epic proportions. The twists and turns leave you reeling and as the pace continues to increase the ending is an even bigger shock.
Complex characters that are scarily realistic, corruption, evil and danger interwoven with love and friendship all play their part in a book that grips you from the very first page and doesn’t let go until the end.
Absolutely brilliant read. 5 stars from me.
G. B. Williams Author Bio
I am a writer, a freelance editor, and I have the usual day job. What I normally write is crime fiction, and I have two series in development, one with an agent as I type this. I write novels, shorts and flash fiction. Very occasionally I’ll even pen a poem, but that really is only occasional. However that’s not all I write, and I’ve recently had some success with steam punk, paranormal prose, and, amazingly, poetry. This last I find a little odd, but there you go.
I was born in Kent and grew up in Tonbridge and now I live in Swansea.
If you want the general background to my life, I studied at a comprehensive, went to university for a term, but was on the wrong course, then I moved in with my sister for a couple of months after she’d relocated to Wales for work. After that I was supposed to go backpacking, only it never happened because I met a guy. The stories of the Christmas Works Do when we met include tales of the two girls seen kissing, an understandable mistake given the free-flowing alcohol and the fact that at the time his hair was longer than mine.
So I’m English, my husband’s Welsh, we got engaged in Ireland, we married in medieval costume and honeymooned in a tent moving around Scotland. After that, I got a degree in Business Administration, a degree I started eight months pregnant with my son and ended six months pregnant with my daughter while working full time. Never been any good at making my life easy.
Over my working career I’ve been made redundant four times, but rarely been without a job, and I’ve never really stopped writing, though I’ve had a few moments of swearing I’ll never put pen to paper again as the rejection slips have piled up.
When I’m not writing, I love to read. Am a fan of Lee Child, Simon Kernick, Stephen Leather and Peter Robinson, if you’re wondering these are in alphabetical order as I couldn’t rank them if I tried, they may all write crime fiction, but each has a different appeal. Other authors who appear on my shelves are Dean Koontz, Terry Pratchett, and David Eddings, and I’m not ashamed to admit I like read Mills and Boon every so often, now I know that’s generally sniggered as, but after a hard day in the office, sometimes it’s good to know on page one what’s going to happen by the time you get to ‘the end’.
So the day job changed, currently I’m doing a lot of risk calculation,which, when you think about it, isn’t a million miles away from what I do when I’m not in the day job, I write about crime, murders mostly. There’s something inordinately satisfying about having a bad day in the office and coming home to beat someone to death with a chair leg, in a purely literary sense of course. Actually, I’ve never done that in a book, perhaps I should.
I’ve always loved puzzles and that’s what crime fiction is, it’s a word puzzle, the trick is to see how long you can keep the reader guessing, which isn’t always easy. However the job of writing is a much easier one than the job of actually being an investigator, after all, I know where the bodies are buried, I wrote them there. So thank you to those with the tough job of actually finding the real murderers, my apologies that I sometimes have to play fast and loose with the rules you live by.
Mostly I’d also like to thank all the people who help me. Those who tell me their horror stories, give me ideas; who point out my typos and atrocious (yes I did have to use spell check for that one) spelling; that tell me when I’m being a moron. A special thanks has to go to Swansea Writers’ Circle who have been very supportive. And most of all, thank you to my family, who put up with me and keep me scribbling through the darkest hours. Couldn’t do it with out you.