Hands of Evil – The Teaser

Hands of Evil will be available from next Thursday. Below I’ve added the cover, synopsis and teaser for the book. This post though, serves two purposes. Clearly it’s exciting to publish a novel, but I also wanted to ask  your opinion about the synopsis. I really struggle when it comes to the book blurb. I’ve read so many articles, revised it so many times, that my head is spinning! If you have any feedback, even if it’s just to say you hate it – please let me know!

The Cover




Jonathan Jukes is accustomed to working alongside the police within his role as close protection officer at Morgan and Fairchild. But when Detective Sergeant Charles Macavoy requests the team’s help, JJ finds it’s his toughest case yet.

A serial killer, whose calling card is to remove the hands of his victims, is targeting interpreters. When lines begin to blur and JJ’s past comes back to haunt him, he soon discovers the biggest threat comes from a woman who stands at the centre of it all.


Reuben Sinclair blended into the shadows like a chameleon; so skilled at adapting to his environment he was constantly overlooked. It was a handy trick, one he’d acquired as a child.

His mother was a dispassionate woman prone to violent outbursts. Even at the age of five his instincts were developed and, like an internal alarm, they told him when to run and when to hide. Out of sight wasn’t exactly out of mind, but by the time he resurfaced the worst was usually over.

She was something of a master too, Bridget Sinclair; a multifaceted woman who saved her best side for strangers. At home she liked to use her fists, and like any prized fighter she protected her weapons of choice.

He could see her now, snapping her gloves into place with a rare smile. She’d enjoyed it. So much in fact, that their game of hide and seek became a battle of wills; the loser paid the price.

When his brother was old enough to play target to her rage, Reuben sacrificed his best hiding places to protect him. Those were the worst days, being punished enough for two.

But that didn’t matter. Not now she’d lost her power and could never hurt him again.

He looked down at his own hands and imagined them wrapped around her throat. It focused him, reminded him of why he was there and that his wait would soon be over.

He was going to kill again.

That had made him sick to his stomach, and he’d almost lost his nerve. But afterwards, much later when he’d replayed it in his head, he’d felt a surge of power so strong it both shocked and excited him.

He could feel that excitement now, and he knew he had to curb it. This wasn’t about pleasure, it was about revenge. Later he could remember. But not yet. Not when he had a job to do.

She was close, his next victim. So close he could practically reach out and touch her. It took discipline to mark his time, to wait for the exact moment.

Until then he was content to watch her, safe in the knowledge that, like his first, she wouldn’t see him coming until it was too late.


Sharon’s chill had nothing to do with the cold night air. It was a primal instinct that crept up her spine and urged her to keep moving.

Her steps were hurried now, and her breathing just a little laboured. The panic spread with every passing shadow, every unfamiliar sound, until she was half crazy with it.

The irony was she’d put herself in this position. It was almost 10pm, and she was walking the streets alone, on the wrong side of town.

Not that she had anything waiting for her at home, unless you counted a pile of dirty dishes and a half-finished bottle of wine.

It hadn’t always been that way. Once there’d been someone to ask about her day, someone who’d handed her a coffee as she’d shrugged out of her coat. Someone who’d cared.

The thought depressed her, and before that moment, she’d never felt so alone, and yet sure she wasn’t at the same time.

In the harsh light of reality, her eyes blurred with unexpected tears.

Ahead of her, the car she’d spent all her savings on was just another reminder of her fate. Sat alone on the deserted street, it was as out of place as she felt. A symbol of every bad choice she’d made.

Even the simple things, like accepting the assignment at the last minute, or failing to plan ahead. They all told the same tale.

She didn’t want to think about the half-hour she’d wasted at the college. If she’d been able to say no to a pretty face she wouldn’t be in this mess. She wouldn’t be flinching at the slightest sound, like the whine of an engine pulling onto the street.

She turned and was momentarily blinded by the glare of headlights. Her heart stuttered in her chest when the car pulled over to the curb. It took all of her strength not to run.

“Sharon, wait, it’s Martin Kennedy.”

Her relief came out on a rush of breath. It was only one of the lecturers. “Hi, Martin. Did you need something?”

“I had no idea you were parked all the way out here. I would have offered you a lift.”

Her smile widened at his concern. “It’s okay, thanks. That’s my car up there,” she indicated with her head. “I’ll be fine.”

She watched him hesitate, and thought for a moment he was going to insist on seeing her to her car.

“Good night, then,” he said at last, and she felt the disappointment like a slap.

“Night, Martin.”

The moment he pulled away from the curb, she wanted to call him back. It was like watching her last chance drive away. Her last chance at what she wasn’t certain, but it got her moving.

She was at her car by the time his lights had faded into the distance, and didn’t know whether to hug it or cower inside it.

Her fingers shook a little as she rooted inside her bag for the key. Yet another example of her foolishness; they should have been in her hand. If they had been, maybe she’d have stood a chance.


Reuben had a difficult time controlling his rage. He’d almost lost his prize to a Good Samaritan. He’d been too caught up in his fantasies; too busy watching her.

Still, all was not lost. When she’d stuck her head in the oversized handbag he made his move; closing in on her quickly and efficiently.

It would have been perfect, if he hadn’t allowed the excitement to win out over caution. He pulled the cord a little too tightly and she slammed into his chest, sagging against him like a rag doll.

Her cry of surprise echoed along the empty street and fed his thrill for the game. But he wasn’t stupid. She’d almost slipped through his fingers once.

He couldn’t afford a long, drawn out death dance. His luck had been used up. So he yanked the cord and took what he could.


Sharon tried to pry her fingers underneath the rope, but it was useless. It was too tight. She couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t even call for help.

That’s when she knew she was going to die.

The last thing she saw was the look of satisfaction in her killer’s eyes, reflected back at her through the car door.


Thanks for reading.














21 responses to “Hands of Evil – The Teaser”

  1. Wow, sounds right up my street! The synopsis certainly made me want to read more. Your cover is awesome too, really sets the tone.

    I’ve actually just recently bought Sins of the Father which is next on my to read list so I’ll be sure to pick this up when I’m done 🙂

    • Thanks, Callum. I made the cover myself so I was a little nervous about it! It’s actually my sister on the cover and we had fun coming up with ideas 🙂 I’m glad the synopsis works – if you want to read more I must be doing something right!

      Thanks too for buying Sins of the Father. I really hope you enjoy it and I appreciate the support.

      • I’ll look forward to it. I’m halfway through The Dreaming and really enjoying it. I got a little distracted with the whole editing thing and it’s been crazy busy at work too. But after this weekend I hope to finish it off. I can’t wait to see where the dreams take Dana and Joe. At the moment they’ve just turned a corner in their relationship. I particularly enjoyed the scenes where they communicate telepathically. She still has plenty of questions left in the dreaming, so I image there is plenty more to come 🙂

      • I’m honored that you’re reading The Dreaming. Thank you for the feedback. Joe and Dana are special to me because The Dreaming is my first novel.

        Editing, oh boy. I do it five days a week, so I completely understand. Then there’s the rest of my business with teaching Reiki, doing sessions, and so on. Life is full, and oh so wonderful.

      • I can completely understand that. They’re a special pair 🙂 I’ll leave a review for you when I’m finished. I can’t imagine anything more rewarding than writing, but the Reiki must be pretty special too. My aunt is a Reiki master, but unfortunately she’s been ill recently so unable to give treatments.

      • Please let your aunt know that I will gladly send her distant Reiki if she would like for me to.

        Writing, Reiki, and holistic health consulting are all very satisfying. I feel fortunate.

        Thank you in advance for your review. I look forward to it, and to enjoying more of your writing.

  2. I’d say that synopsis was pretty awesome! Definitely made me want to read more.

    That excerpt was amazing, and I love that cover. You’re off to a great start with this book! 😀

    • Thanks, Mishka. Coming from someone with your skill and who designs her own covers, that’s a huge compliment. I’m so glad you liked the synopsis and taster. I think I’m over my panic now! The countdown is on 🙂

  3. Brilliant synopsis, and the cover is really striking. I’m now adding Hands of Evil to my wish list and will purchase Sins of the Father soon. Look forward to exploring more of your site.

    • Thanks so much for the feedback. I’m really glad they worked. It was so much fun designing my own cover, so the response to it is lovely. Thanks for adding my books to your reading list. I hope you enjoy them 🙂

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