Gayle Cranfield has dropped by to share with us her latest book, The Jasmine Tree.
Mikel meets Lilly Summers in a Mafia owned club and
starts a relationship with her, but soon backs away
when he realises he is getting in too deep and doesn't want Lilly to get
involved in his current life or to be dragged into the organisation he works in. But Lilly starts working for Mikel's Mafia boss and his love for Lilly
grows.
When
Mikel is encouraged to go further undercover by his MI5 boss he
finds himself in a battle between reality and the counterfeit life he has been
leading, although when he finds out Lilly is not all she is supposed to be,
that is where
his troubles really start.
But Michael is troubled in other ways....what is in his nightmares and what is the significance of the large tattoo that
covers his back?
Buy link: www.bookstrand.com/the-jasmine-tree
Now if that man's eyes on the front cover doesn't have you desperate to buy this book, the excerpt surely will.
Excerpt
Michael stood in front of his bathroom mirror, running
his fingers through his hair.
When did he stop recognising his reflection? Apart
from having a quick shave every other day, he hadn't really studied himself for
a while. His forty-one year old weary, blue eyes looked back at him as he
dragged his cheeks down and moved nearer to the mirror for a closer inspection.
The lines that were appearing around his eyes seemed
to be getting deeper by the day. Dragging his fingers through his hair once
again, he could just see the beginnings of grey coming through the dark brown.
Where had that come from? He wondered if he could pull off the George Clooney
look a few years down the line but decided he had a harder life than Mr Clooney
so probably not. "I'm getting too old for this shit!" he said to
himself in the mirror. "And talking to yourself Mikey-boy? That's not
going to go down well at your next psyche-eval is it?"
Walking back into the main room of his pokey bedsit,
he sat down on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands and massaged
his aching skull with his large callused fingers. God he missed being himself,
he was tired of his counterfeit life, he just wanted to climb to the highest
point in London and shout, "I am Michael Reynolds!"
He got off the bed and knelt on the hard wooden floorboards and picked up his mattress. Stretching deep into the middle of the underside, he reached and felt for the cut he had made in the soft furnishing and pulled out the envelope he was fishing for. Sitting back down on the floor he opened the flap and carefully laid the three photographs out in front of him.
Other Work
Gayle has two other books out, The Right Turn, and The New Dawn.
www.bookstrand.com/the-new-dawn
Contact info
www.gaylecranfield.co.uk
www.facebook.com/therightturnbook
www.bookstrand.com/gayle-cranfield
Twitter @gaylecranfield
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