John Regan

John Regan

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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Books

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The Hanging Tree

Even the darkest secrets deserve an audience
Book #1 from the series: Detective Inspector Graveney

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...

The Fallen Leaves

If you bury the past, bury it deep
Book #2 from the series: Detective Inspector Graveney

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...

The Dappled Shade

You can’t escape justice when it comes looking for you
Book #3 from the series: Detective Inspector Graveney

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...

Other Writing

The Bone of Contention Peter had only worked for the company for three days

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 The house groaned loudly. Who wants to be a house? It thought. A

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 –...

The Sapling Be mindful of who you surround yourself with and who you look

Be mindful of who you surround yourself with and who you look up to. You may not be getting the whole picture.

The Sapling

The Sapling lifted its head towards the chink of light as the sun cast its gaze down through the forest. The small gap in the canopy above was only illuminated each day for a brief amount of time, and the warmth from the sun was a welcome arrival for the Sapling. It looked around at the other trees in the forest, all taller than it, some considerably so.

At this moment, a...

Latest Updates

We’re not racists and fascists, cried the racists and fascists

Will you please stop calling us names

Just because we use language that is fascist and racist

Your words are just...

A Cheeky Poem THE PLUMBER  The copper pipes were buzzingThe

THE PLUMBER

The copper pipes were buzzing

The plumber was here to please

She’d passed exams and brought her tools

And all her expertise

They looked in awe; she pulled her wrench

...

King's Cross Leavings and meetings, arrivals and goingsInto the station,

Leavings and meetings, arrivals and goings

Into the station, the trains to and froing

From places to places, from southward and north

From eastward and westward, backwards and...

Events

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