I cannot believe that I am about to publish my third book. I am really getting into the swing of regular writing alongside posting on social media and engaging on reader Facebook pages, and I am loving this wonderful world of books, and reader engagement, and writing my stories.
I have recently read three very different novels, a serial killer story with a romantic element, a creepy mystery that builds slowly towards the final twist, and a romantasy with some eye-popping spice. I was totally engrossed in each story, and I learned something from them, too.
I learned that romance can be deliciously added to any genre and it can provide an
added extra that makes an otherwise okay read into an unputdownable read. I
learned that stunningly written settings can draw you in as much as character and
plot, and that beautiful writing is as exciting as a well-drawn plot. I learned that a
strong male character with just the right amount of heart, charisma and
shortcomings, can make me stay awake reading for far longer than I wanted to.
The Other Killer has romance, twists, a handful of dark, secluded settings, and a
male character who is fighting to be the best man he can be, despite the damage he
carries around. It is a joy to write a series, to know characters so well that I can push
their limits and show another side to them, to change the readers view of them. You
will see Mason in a new light, you will feel differently about him, whether or not you
like what you see will be your personal response and either works for me.
I love the idea that people are complex and that situations can bring out traits that
have been dormant in a person, that all they need was the right push, the right
motivation, to become something unexpected.
Mason is unexpected. Shiv is unexpected. Even Pip will surprise you.
Standing on the pavement outside the prison is a rush like I haven’t felt in twenty
years, like someone’s been standing on my chest for two decades and they just
stepped off. Thoughts swirl around in my head, stuff I haven’t dared think about for
so long, possibilities, ideas, plans, simple shit, like, I get to take a dump on a crapper
with a seat, what it’s gonna feel like to sleep on a mattress with springs, not having
to watch my back or get my room turned over just because some arsehole feels like
making my life just a little bit harder. I don’t gotta do jack shit if I don’t wanna, don’t
gotta do what another man tells me to, don’t gotta sit in a room with bars like a zoo
animal no more.
Hell, I’m a g*ddam free m*therf*cker.
About the author
Heidi Field was raised in the beautiful countryside of the South of England with her parents and her two sisters. In her twenties she was a freelance Sports Massage Therapist. She achieved a Degree in Zoology at the age of thirty and then went on to raise two boys and became the stepmother of three more young children. She still lives near her family home with her partner, their Great Dane and the children that have yet to fly the nest.
In her early forties, Heidi completed a Masters in Creative Writing at Winchester University. Writing contemporary thrillers, she likes to put relatable people in extraordinary situations, challenge them, push them to their limits and watch them fight for their sanity.
The Peasedale Woods Killers is Heidi’s first series, interweaving the relationships between mothers, sons, and serial killers, questioning where blame ends and responsibility begins.
