John Regan is the author of nine books, including The Hanging Tree. In addition to writing fiction, John has compiled four poetry collections, drawing inspiration from his time spent walking in the beautiful North Yorkshire area, where he lives with his wife.
John enjoys attending book fairs and talking to readers about his books and writing journey.
He also assists other writers in self-publishing their own work through JV Author Services, as he is passionate about writers having the opportunity to get their words into print. So far, he has helped over thirty authors with their manuscripts.
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John Regan is the author of nine books, including The Hanging Tree. In addition to writing fiction, John has compiled four poetry collections, drawing inspiration from his time spent walking in the beautiful North Yorkshire area, where he lives with his wife.
John enjoys attending book fairs and talking to readers about his books and writing journey.
He also assists other writers in self-publishing their own work through JV Author Services, as...
Sandra Stewart and her daughter are brutally murdered in 2006. Stephen Stewart, her husband, is wanted in connection with their deaths, having disappeared on the night of Sandra’s murder. Why has he returned eight years later? And why is he systematically slaughtering apparently unconnected people? Could it be that the original investigation was...
One of the most perplexing cases Inspector Peter Graveney has worked on. A car is dredged from the bottom of a deep pond after twenty years. The grisly remains of two bodies locked inside. Why is Graveney certain that this discovery is linked to a dubious businessman and the murders of the men working for him? And why does a young woman’s name...
Detective Inspector Peter Graveney moves forces and is put in charge of a newly formed cold case unit. It doesn’t take him long to realise that the four seemingly unconnected murders are linked. Despite doubts from his team and superiors, Graveney pushes on convinced that he is right, assisted by a face from his past. A gripping, exciting, and...
Darkness pervaded the room, a suffocating shroud that seemed to consume every flicker of light that dared enter, transforming the space into an impenetrable black. Occasional sounds of movement echoed through the gloom – soft, incoherent whispers – and fleeting gasps, almost orgasmic in their intensity, punctuated the oppressive silence.
At the heart of this shadowed chamber, a mesmerising glow throbbed – a swirling, luminous blue vortex contained within a glass structure. It's hypnotic dance,...
Peter had only worked for the company for three days and shared his office with two much older men, Brian and Mick. The pair were great pals and had been with S.B. Jacobs and Partners for decades, often spending their free time in each other’s company. On the third day, Peter noticed something on Brian’s desk and, being an inquisitive sort of guy, he asked what it was.
Brian picked up the little square object with a small white plastic bone on top, and beneath it was a small brass plaque with...
The house groaned loudly. Who wants to be a house? It thought. A dull, boring, stupid house. Not even a particularly attractive house at that. Being a house was boring. It was boring, even when there were other houses to keep it company. But now, it was alone – a lonely, boring house.
A train station was what it had always wanted to be – that would be exciting. All those people coming and going. The sound of the trains. The chug, chug as they set off on their journey to somewhere exciting –...
