The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine… #Thriller @mikerosswriter @GoddessFish

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Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Michael Ross and his story Hand Over Fist!

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It was a strange and twisting road that led to the publication of my first novel. From my humble beginnings, as an office clerk, to ownership of a multi-million dollar business I always maintained my love for literature.

Born and raised in Bristol, England. I spent most of my life in business, my companies turning over in the region of $500 million. The majority of that time marketing cars, eventually owning the largest Saab specialist in the world, before a bitter divorce forced me rethink my priorities. Particularly between 2003 and 2005 when I had to accept that I was no longer a millionaire but literally penniless. I avoided bankruptcy by the skin of my teeth and slowly rebuilt my life.

This led me to the life changing decision to leave the bustling city and move to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh valleys. At the same time I started a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol University, and attended creative writing classes at Cardiff University. I left school at sixteen and this was my first taste of further education and an immense challenge.

I eventually adjusted my thinking to the academic life, and on 30 June 2015 had confirmation of my 2.1(Hons) degree from Bristol University. At the same time I also won the prestigious Hopkins Prize for my essay on Virginia Woolf and the unsaid within her text. Now the university courses are finished it will, with any luck, gives me plenty of extra time that I can devote to my fiction writing.

Thanks to the university experiences, my interest in English literature has flourished over recent years. Hopefully I have evolved as a writer from my earlier work in short stories (over ninety of them.) Although interestingly my first three novels have all been developed from a long forgotten short story.

Life is, once again, very good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain, in the Welsh Valleys, with my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue dog Wolfie.

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When an old friend disappears, Martin learns nothing is what it seems…

Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.

Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…

Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.

The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…

Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.

In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…

Several lives depend on it.

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At first, Friday night outings with his mother were the worst drag imaginable for Zack. After the first few weeks, however, he could sense a change in her; something positive yet almost indefinable. There was a sort of peace about her. The constant natter as they strolled along Jubilee Street was replaced by a quiet satisfaction, and on Fridays, she was at her most peaceful and contented. Sometimes it amazed him that he was the one who had to break the silences.

“What did you read tonight?”; “How did it go?”; “Any new faces?”

She would answer, but then her thoughts would return inwards. Now and then, she would take a wad of papers from her handbag, fumble through it, and stop while she read thoughtfully to herself. These were the best times for Zack; his mother’s mind was engaged, and she slithered out of her shell and faced the world with a self-belief that she had mostly denied herself. She had now gone well over a year without a drink, and the weekly regime of the reading group was proving to be a positive step on the long winding road to recovery.

“Come in with me, Zachary.”

He had already begun to walk away but turned back and stood looking at his mother. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Who was the parent? He wished his sister was around more often.

“But I don’t read, Mum.”

“Well, nor did your father and where’d that get him? Eh?” Check mate.

“Okay. Ten minutes, and then I have to go.”

He had enough powder in his pockets to buy his mother her own library.

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Michael Ross will be giving away a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. CLICK HERE to enter to win! Readers, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and places can be found here: Tour Schedule

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Michael Ross, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤

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4 thoughts on “The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine… #Thriller @mikerosswriter @GoddessFish

  1. H.B. May 4, 2016 at 12:13 AM

    Thank you for the excerpt!

  2. Goddess Fish Promos (@GoddessFish) May 4, 2016 at 6:04 AM

    Thanks for hosting!

  3. Goddess Fish Promos (@GoddessFish) May 4, 2016 at 6:09 AM

    Thanks for hosting 🙂

  4. mikerosswriter May 4, 2016 at 8:20 AM

    Thank you for sharing some of your time with me on my Book Blast day for Hand Over Fist. It’s a big day, being the day after the release of the first in the Out Of Hand series. The view from my bedroom window when I got up (5am !!) was gorgeous, with a thin wispy mist hanging over the hills.
    Hand Over Fist, which is a crime thriller, evolved from a trip over the mountain to the next valley, to listen to the world famous Treorchy Male Voice Choir; which does not sound like a starting place for a story built around the underbelly of society, does it?
    Have a good day
    Michael Ross

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