Introducing Paul White
Where did the idea for the story come from?
This book came about from reading far too many crime stories, thrillers, and suspense dramas; or watching them at the cinema, and on late night television.
A New Summer Garden is a compendium of all the great bits of those books, films, and plays which stuck with me.
Give a quote from the books.
I heard footsteps approaching. This was the moment of truth. If Peter was alone, I would kill him. If he had company, I would dispose of them too. Collateral damage would be inevitable. I must leave no witnesses, whatever it took.
I was hyped up, I was ready, ready to commit murder.
Give a short summary of what the book is about.
Intrigue, manipulation, and outright lies abound. No one is quite who they seem. Honesty is an unknown word.
This is the world where Sam finds himself. A world he is determined to survive, if only he can find a way. But time is running out, fast.
What genre is it?
Crime Drama (Contains profanities and some adult scenes)
How many pages is it?
Novella – 93 pages
Why do you think the readers will want to read it?
The story sucks you in from the start… but you are never sure where it’s leading as it’s full of twist and turns.
Lies, guns, thugs, a hunky man, cheating, money, murder, a beautiful girl, revenge, and sex… everything a crime thriller reader loves, all packed into an Electric Eclectic pocketbook. Who would not want to read it?
Where are you located?
East Yorkshire, UK
New Summer Garden tells the story of Sam, who was a down and almost out, with little prospect for the future, when he meets Rachelle, the beautiful wife of the philandering Peter, the kingpin of an international underworld empire.
When Peter catches Sam ‘in flagrante’ with Rachelle, he ensures Sam’s simple life becomes… ‘complicated’.
From then Sam’s life takes on a surreal path, where the only plausible outcome is for Sam to end up in prison or dead… most probably both.
It is easy when you have no money, no job, and no reason to get out of bed in a morning, to let yourself go. To become scruffy and smelly. It is not something you do intentionally, it is just a steady decline of self-worth, an unconscious downgrading of your own value. I was as guilty as the next man. I had become unkempt…
…When I returned to the bedroom, a set of new clothes were laid out for me. Once dressed, I looked in the mirror. I looked a million dollars.
This was something I could get used to.
This was far better than existing in a tiny bedsit, a single dark, dank, damp room in a shared house. A room which I was going to be evicted from for not paying the rent. Rent I could no longer afford, rent I did not have.
Rachelle and I sat on the terrace and drank tea like a wealthy couple enjoying the early afternoon sun. It was then I told Rachelle I would do it. I said I would kill Peter to save my own life, and to rid him from her life.
Rachelle kissed me. She said I was doing the right thing.