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About the Book

Title: In The Prison of Our Grief

Author: S.E. Amadis

Genre: Action Thriller

A harsh prison in England.

The grisly, tragic murder of three babies.

The murderess is on the loose… And Carrie Anne’s made friends with her. Will she be able to find out the truth in time? Or will she become this sadistic murderess’ next victim?

Once again, Carrie Anne finds herself in the centre of another terrifying ordeal…

In this exciting sequel to Patricia, we follow seventeen-year-old Carrie Anne Houghton and her new comrades-in-arms in a whirling, dizzying, action-packed adventure that spans two continents, from the glitzy high-rises of New York City to the lonely expanses of rural Canada to the glamour and colour of Mediterranean tourist resorts.

Persecution, murder, lies and deceit. Traps, stormy Gothic settings, abandoned mansions and secret passageways. All of this comes to vivid life in the pages of In the Prison of our Grief.

A gripping, fast-paced, action-packed thriller featuring a strong female protagonist and a quirky male counterpart. This book can be read as a standalone.

 

Author Bio

I could never write about a happy, conventional couple living in a happy, conventional, suburban neighbourhood with two cars and one and a half children, a dog and a pet bird, working at happy, conventional, uneventful jobs.

My heroes and heroines have to walk through fire (or rather, crawl through fire), get strangled, beaten, shot at, drowned, poisoned, get caught in tornados or earthquakes or get attacked by mutant gnats. Or, they have to strangle, beat, shoot, drown and poison other people.

A story with anything less than these dramatic, hair-raising elements was always too boring for me to even consider telling.

I believe in magic. I believe that the world is full of mystery, and that there are more things in heaven and earth than could ever be dreamt of in our conventional, logic-based philosophies.

Outside of that, as a dry, mundane list of facts about me, I’m a single parent from a village near Montreal, Canada, who now enjoys the freaking great good fortune to live happily with my two sons on the almost-tropical south coast of Spain, basking in summer eight months of the year. Typical activities include running a marathon with the kids to school every morning and cooking frequently for an Always Hungry teenaged son with four stomachs.

 

Links

Author website: www.SEAmadis.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/seamadis/

Twitter: @seramadis

Amazon author page, on:

www.amazon.com/S.E.-Amadis/e/B019R5T9SW/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

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www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_pdt_bl_sr?ie=UTF8&field-keywords=S.E.+Amadis

You can purchase the book at:

www.amazon.com/Prison-Gripping-Fast-Paced-Action-Thriller-ebook/dp/B01ATOL51O/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

or

www.amazon.co.uk/Prison-Gripping-Fast-Paced-Action-Thriller-ebook/dp/B01ATOL51O/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1485418787&sr=8-4&keywords=S.E.+Amadis


Book Excerpts

Excerpt 1

 

I yelped, snatched my arm away from him instinctively. The knife blade drove into the floorboards beside me and my captor burst into crazed laughter.

“You do know how they mutilated my sweet Agate,” he said, and a shudder of sadness trembled through him. “Of course you do. God, I can’t stand to think of these things. I don’t want to remember.”

He glared at me with fiery eyes.

“But for you I will make that sacrifice. For you I will remember. Just so you can pay.”

He passed the flat part of his blade along the wound in my arm, flipping it first on one side, then the other, almost as if he were cleaning it out on my grimy sleeve.

“I always wondered why you chose to cut her arm.” He raised his gaze and stared deep into mine. “And why mutilate her?” He took a deep breath. “If you wanted her dead, why didn’t you just kill her? Deal that final blow in one merciful instant. Why did you torture her? Are you a sadist? Do you get off inflicting pain on babies, for shit’s sake?”

I blinked. I had no idea how to answer him. Deep inside I was longing to defend myself, but horror made me mute.

“I-I didn’t do it,” I whispered in as loud a voice as I could. My throat felt closed off and dry, and it was all I could do to force out even the slightest sound. Tears welled from my eyes, poured out onto my cheeks. “I didn’t do it,” I whispered again. “You’re making a mistake…”

Mr. Walsh froze, his calm gaze resting on me almost as if he were a friend. He glanced down, at the knife in his hand, at my slender wrist pulsating with terror and dread at every heartbeat. Tears streamed freely down my face now. He reached out a finger and caught a tear on the tip of his finger. Studied the droplet as if suddenly filled with compassion.

“Are these… tears of… remorse, because you’re sorry for what you did, Carola?” he hissed. “Or… are you crying because… you’re scared of what I’m going to do to you?” His face twisted up. “Do you think Agatha was scared of you, when you did those… horrors… to her? Do you think she cried, and screamed in vain for someone to come and save her? Do you think she died filled with agony, believing at the very last moment of her life that no one cared about her or loved her enough to come to her rescue?”

He drew the blade against my wound, pressing harder this time. A thin spot of blood welled up, blended with the filth on my sleeve.

“Yes. You couldn’t cut through the bone, because that blunt kitchen knife simply wasn’t up to the task. But you did cut her flesh all the way down to the bone. You tortured her.”

He posed the sharp edge of his knife over the wound in my arm, studied the angle the way a butcher studies his prime cuts.

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you…”

 

Excerpt 2

 

I saw you waltz in there like you owned the world. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you. Couldn’t for the life of me fathom what the hell would you be doing in a place like this, where people only come to relax and have fun. I thought by now you would’ve graduated to being chief warden of Alcatraz or something.

You came in and bought some frilly tops and mini-skirts. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw your purchases. I couldn’t believe you, of all people, the greatest ice queen and prude the world has known, would ever be caught dead wearing such romantic, light-hearted affairs.

I rang up your purchases, amazed that you didn’t recognize me. After all, for three years you’d led me to workshops and appointments with the institution’s psychologists. You frisked me before accompanying me to the nursery, your hands cold and hard as if you were touching inanimate metal instead of living skin and nerves. You doled out my punishments on an almost daily basis, practically cackled into my face when I got sent to solitary.

You delighted in inventing any excuse to get me into trouble. I’m sure you planted things on me just so I could get called out, get my privileges withdrawn, look bad with the other wardens and psychologists and get assigned the toughest tasks that no one wanted. You invented wrongdoings that I wasn’t guilty of so I couldn’t get to spend as much time with my baby as the other ladies.

Time.

That was the one thing I never got enough of.

Time to see my baby. To hold her in my arms and cuddle her close. To feel her heart beating against mine, soft and fluttery like a dream. To hear her cooing. To watch her growing.

To see her grow up strong and brave and beautiful.

That was the one thing you never gave me.

That was what you took from me.

Every day I swore I would make you pay for what you did, Carola Hochmeister.

I lived for the day I would face you and tell you into your face what I planned to do with you. How I planned to skin you alive. How I meant to gouge that knife deep into your flesh, the way you did to my baby. How I meant to tear into you, and mutilate you, and draw out your agony for as long as you could bear.

How I planned to make you cry and scream until your throat became raw.

And how I planned, in the end, to cut that throat of yours. Slowly. Pleasurably. Inch by tiny inch. Just one slit, one inch. Then a pause. Then another inch. Watch your pathetic life bleed out in languid, slow-motion trickles. The same way you watched my baby’s life bleed out.

 

Political Thriller/Suspense
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When former naval intelligence officer Jack Steele opens a letter from his aunt, he makes an immediate decision to head to Nome, Alaska. Although he hasn’t seen Marie in twenty years, he’s concerned when she tells him her husband, Uncle Jimmy, is in trouble. From the moment Jack picks up that envelope, he knows he’s about to enter a situation better left alone. But loyalty to family is stronger than a gut feeling.
Jack, a private investigator with Connor, Steele & Harrison Private Investigation Agency lands in Nome and discovers that Lindberg Research Corporation has been using the people of that city as guinea pigs to perfect mind-control research. He has stumbled onto a massive conspiracy that has held hostage the noble people of Nome. The plot threatens America’s way of life, the life of the vice president of the United States, and Jack’s own survival.
Alone and without his usual resources and special equipment, Jack is over matched and is nearly killed before he can even scratch the surface of what’s really taking place in Nome. Jack must elude an ex-Special Forces Green Beret—a man who has sworn over his dead son to kill Jack—and work around local law enforcement and other mysterious forces in order to save the people of Nome and the vice president of the United States.

About the Author
Dennis Quiles earned a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and a master’s degree in business administration. A US military veteran and a veteran of the protection business, he is the director of global security services for one of the world’s largest multinational corporations. Quiles and his wife have three children and currently live in Illinois.

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Sci-Fi

Date Published: Jan 2016 (paperback Dec 2016)

 

Sam, an ex-soldier who is trying to rediscover himself after twenty years of service, unwittingly stumbles upon a mysterious alien presence in rural Wales. He is drawn into a tangled web of intrigue, pitting him against forces bent on destruction and putting his life in peril. Feeling mentally eroded by his time in the army and having worked hard to overcome this, he is thrust upon an alien journey that will change his life and beliefs in a profound way.

Claims of benevolence are only the beginning of the mysteries he’ll have to unravel as doubt and mistrust haunt him. He will have to form unlikely alliances in order to fathom the mysteries at the secret Mineran enclave, where intrigue, deception and imminent danger reside.

His journey for answers will introduce him to pernicious enemies with hidden agendas, as a heinous plot to kill him unravels. Can he defeat his personal demons to secure justice and discover the truth of who or what is behind the nefarious machinations and why?

 
 


Born in England and raised in Wales, I started my working life on a farm in the glorious rural Welsh countryside.  I retrained to become an IT Consultant and having spent thousands on Microsoft, CompTIA and Cisco qualifications; I also obtained a contract to run and teach at a Cisco Academy in England.  After this, I became a small business IT Advisor for WCBC and the Welsh Government.  As this funding dried up, I retrained as a Business Advisor and have since helped thousands of people start up their own businesses.

In my leisure time, I work my way through a comprehensive bucket list with my Fiancée, Cath. This has caused us great delight as we have attended various courses and fun days out, such as beekeeping, pottery making, stained glass making, painting course, cooking courses, hawk walks, animal experiences, quad biking, gorge walking and much more. Our favourite one is learning to dance. This activity has remained with us and will hopefully do so for the rest of our lives. We can do a reasonable Waltz, collapse in laughter trying the Viennese Waltz, but it is the 1920’s Lindy Hop that we have fallen in love with. After three years of dancing, we still attend regular dance classes and events.

Strangely, for an ex-geek, my favourite gadget is my Italian Marcato pasta machine. I love real, unprocessed food and my freshly made pasta with a home cooked sauce is amazing.

I have always enjoyed reading, and in my early teenage years, I read authors ranging from Harry Harrison to HG Wells. Later in life, I turned to thriller writers such as the 3 C’s; Clancy, Cussler and Child. Also, I will always have a Pratchett book on my phone for light reading. His imagination was and always will be, inspiring. I have wanted to write the Mineran Series for several years prior to actually starting and with the encouragement from Cath, who has suffered my many varied, imaginative pranks over the years, I have begun.

 

Contact Information

Website: www.pnburrows.com

Facebook: /pnburrows

Twitter: @pnburows

Goodreads:   https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28531297-mineran-influence

 

 

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Amazon UK:   https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mineran-Influence-P-N-Burrows/dp/1540536785/

Amazon USA: https://www.amazon.com/Mineran-Influence-1-P-Burrows/dp/1540536785/