Michael Ross is here today to chat
with me about his newest book, a mystery, thriller, romance titled, Hand
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain, in the Welsh Valleys, with
my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue dog Wolfie.
Please share a little
bit about your current release.
Russell spends his last coins on a bus ride out of the city with barely enough
motivation to face the future. The following day, a chance incident near his
home triggers a sequence of positive opportunities for him, including a
deepening relationship with an old friend, Hannah. Old friends rally around him
and life is exceptionally good for Simon until he receives a phone call
informing him that Hannah has disappeared. As he begins his search for her he
uncovers details that prove she is not the uncomplicated person he believed her
who can be trusted? Certainly not the obsessive stalker Nash, nor the slimy
underworld figure they call The Chemist. How about successful entrepreneur,
John Staples, better known as Pin-up, is his renewed friendship with Simon
genuine or suspicious? And what is going on with Zachary and Danny? What could
a schoolboy drug dealer and a disgraced ex-copper have in common, other than
Zachary’s attractive sister Zoe?
interact? You might well consider asking The Chemist’s terrifying enforcer,
Xenon. But that could be a big problem, because no-one in their right mind ever
What inspired you to write this book?
I had written a few years earlier and I was intrigued about the protagonist’s
past and future.
Excerpt from Hand Over Fist:
A shabbily clothed man closes the door to his
flat, connects the ancient padlock and turns the key. He’s not sure why he
bothers. There’s nothing inside worth stealing but that doesn’t seem to matter
much around here. The route to the ground is an outside metal staircase and his
shoes scuff away flakes of rusty black paint as he descends.
his feet as he scrapes his way through the alley. Waste bins as tall as giants
line the walls with an old uncomfortable stench; soiled newspapers and grubby
polystyrene boxes are strewn like sacrifices at their base. An ancient rat, its
body mottled with the scars of many lost battles, can hardly be bothered to
drag its feet under the wire fence and stops briefly to watch the man’s
progress before sliding out of sight.
slowly towards the main road with its tired charity shops and dirty fast food
outlets. This is a street where money resists journeying too often. Fumbling
through his pockets, he finds a half stub of a cigarette and sucks it to life
as if his whole being depended on it. He drinks in the silence. He is a head
with no thoughts, a body with no life.
watch on his wrist shakes. It is time to go. Half heartedly, he kicks an empty
tin of dog food and heads for the bus stop. The street is empty, as if the
world has ended and nobody has told him. He hovers in the shadows for a few
minutes before the bus arrives, lumbering like a slug as it makes its grateful
way out of the city.
What exciting story are you working on
already with my editor and more or less done and dusted. This third book will
spend more time with Pin-up and Xenon who readers seem to really like.
When did you first consider yourself a
Do you write full-time? If so, what’s
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
work with a charity that works with individuals struggling with drug and
alcohol dependency, which takes up a little time. I get up, have breakfast,
walk the dog, and then react to what happens when I switch on my PC.
What would you say is your interesting
As a child, what did you want to be when
you grew up?
Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?
year, including a light hearted romance and another short story anthology.
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