OMG! OMG! OH MY GOD!!
I’m HUGELY excited to have the pleasure of an EXCLUSIVE cover reveal for one of the most highly anticipated novels of 2020! That’s right, peeps! Washington Poe is back in THE CURATOR! Massive thanks to M.W. Craven and the fantastic publicity team at Little Brown for giving me the chance to share this!
In case you don’t know who M.W. Craven is …
ABOUT M. W. CRAVEN
M.W. Craven was born in Carlisle but grew up in Newcastle. When he was sixteen he joined the army by accident and spent the next decade travelling the world sweeping leaves. When every leaf was off every tree in every barrack in Germany, and safely in a bin liner, he dug a tunnel with a reconditioned mess-tin and escaped.
At a loose end, he considered becoming an expert in otters (sadly this is true). To further this aim he did a degree in social work. Thirty-one years after he’d left Cumbria as a babe-in-arms, heralded by the seven trumpets of the apocalypse, he returned to take up a probation officer role in Whitehaven. It was . . . boisterous.
Sixteen years later, and at the rank of assistant chief executive, he made the jump and became a full-time author. As one half of Mr and Mrs Craven, he is contractually obliged to say that getting married is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. With this in mind, he says that a job you can do in your pyjamas comes a pretty decent second . .
He’s happily married to a beautiful woman (Jo) and, like Poe, he has a mischievous springer spaniel (Bracken – who once ate his cheese muffin when he wasn’t looking). When he’s not out with Bracken, or talking bollocks in the Kings Head, he can be found in the bar at punk gigs and writing festivals up and down the country. He has written several books now. One has been optioned for TV and translated into foreign languages. He really can’t complain…
About THE CURATOR…
It’s Christmas and a serial killer is leaving displayed body parts all over Cumbria. A strange message is left at each scene: #BSC6
Called in to investigate, the National Crime Agency’s Washington Poe and Tilly Bradshaw are faced with a case that makes no sense. Why were some victims anaesthetized, while others died in appalling agony? Why is their only suspect denying what they can irrefutably prove but admitting to things they weren’t even aware of? And why did the victims all take the same two weeks off work three years earlier?
And when a disgraced FBI agent gets in touch things take an even darker turn. Because she doesn’t think Poe is dealing with a serial killer at all; she thinks he’s dealing with someone far, far worse – a man who calls himself the Curator.
And nothing will ever be the same again . . .
DAMN! ??????? So how about a look at this cover?