OLD FRIENDS AND NEW ENEMIES by OWEN MULLEN #Blog Tour #Bloghounds @OwenMullen6 @Bloodhoundbook

HUGE THANKS TO BE INCLUDED ON THE BLOG TOUR FOR OWEN MULLEN’S NOVEL OLD FRIENDS NEW ENEMIES. BOOK TWO OF A SUPER GRIPPING SERIES AND YES THERE IS MORE TO COME VERY,  VERY SOON!

 

Old Friends And New Enemies by [Mullen, Owen]

BOOK DESCRIPTION

The body on the mortuary slab wasn’t who Glasgow PI Charlie Cameron was looking for.

But it wasn’t a stranger.

Suddenly, a routine missing persons investigation becomes a fight for survival. As Charlie is dragged deeper into Glasgow’s underbelly he goes up against notorious gangster Jimmy Rafferty and discovers what fear really is.

Rafferty is so ruthless even his own sons are terrified of him.

Now he wants Charlie to find something. And Jimmy Rafferty always gets what he wants.

There is only one problem… Charlie doesn’t know where it is.

 

HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND REVIEW

Owen Mullen looks like he is going to develop this into quite a cracking little series. The first novel, Games People Play, was excellent and this book simply carries on and gives the central characters more depth and colour. A tragic find for Charlie in the mortuary awakens feelings from his past and a need to know what has happened to a friend he couldn’t help.

There is such a chill with Owen Mullen’s books that make me feel that this is happening somewhere in Glasgow now. It scares me silly and makes me want to read more all at the same time. I read with just one eye open about the violent methods gangs use to extract information from victims whether they knew an answer or not and I wanted more! The characters in the book have a real feel too as home, work and recreation are blended and crossed with each other, making them all round brilliant novels. I am very much looking forward to the next book in the series.

*** Also available in this stunning new series***

The best-selling: Games People Play

AND

*** COMING SOON***

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead

 

HERE IS A LITTLE ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Owen Mullen

School was a waste of time for me. Or rather, I wasted time; my own and every teacher’s who tried to get me to work. It took twenty years to appreciate what they were telling me. Life has rules. They aren’t written down but they exist nevertheless. I got that. Eventually. But by then I was thirty five.
Along the way I missed an important clue. At ten I won a national primary schools short story competition – and didn’t write anything else for forty years.
SMART BOY WANTED
APPLY WITHIN
As a teenager my big obsession was music. Early on I realised if I was successful I would probably be rich and famous and pull lots of girls.
So how did that turn out?
Well, you haven’t heard of me, have you? And this morning I caught myself worrying about the electricity bill. So the short answer is: one out of three ain’t bad.
Running around the country in a Transit van with your mates is fun. It’s your very own gang. You against the world. Until you fall out and the dream lies bleeding on the dressing-room floor.
When that happened I went to London
[everybody from Scotland goes to London, it’s like first footing at New Year, or ten pints of lager and a vindaloo on a Friday night; a sacred tradition]
and became a session singer. I also started gigging with different bands on the circuit.
Back in Scotland – most of us come back with wild tales of great success, none of them true – I wondered what I should do with myself and didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Her name was Christine. We got married, I went to Strathclyde Uni and got a bunch of letters after my name, and toughing it out at Shotts Miner’s Welfare, or dodging flying beer cans at the Café Club in Baillieston, was in the past. The long hair was short now, I wore a suit and pretended to like people I didn’t like because we were ‘colleagues’.
After many adventures I started my own marketing and design business and did alright. Christine and I were very happy, we travelled all over the place; India, Brazil, Botswana, Nepal, Borneo, Japan. One day I suggested we move. To the Greek islands. So we did. We bought land and built a beautiful villa overlooking the Mediterranean. Then the pan global financial crash happened, years of fiscal carelessness finally caught up with Greece; the exchange rate dived and the cost of living in Paradise went through the roof.
I had to do something. Then I remembered the short story competition. I had been good at writing, hadn’t I?
I wrote another short story called The King Is Dead…the first thing I’d written since primary school. When I typed the last word [Christine taught me to type] I held the pages in my hand then started to read. An hour and a half, rooted to the chair unable to believe what was in front of my eyes. For four decades I had shunned a god given gift. And as I read I started to understand why. It was awful. Not just bad. Bloody terrible.
But I kept going.
And now, eight years and seven books later, three literary agents plus two I turned down [they were reading a different book] I am a writer. My books are on Amazon. People buy them and come back for more.
One seasoned London agent has predicted I am destined to be ‘a major new force in British crime fiction.’
Yeah!
So is the moral: follow my example, find something you’re good at and stick with it. Hardly. I didn’t, did I? Do it your own way; it’s your life.If you enjoy reading my novels please leave a review, it is immensely helpful and greatly appreciated.

 

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