‘Her Last Goodnight reminds me of the great crime thrillers… Dark, gripping and with the plot slowly unfolding until it reaches its shocking conclusion.’ NetGalley reviewer
Eddie stands at his door anxiously waiting for her to arrive, touching the box in his pocket for luck. He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him until it’s too late…
Detective Finnegan Beck is called to a violent crime scene – a remote house near the rural Irish town of Cross Beg – where a dog lies whimpering beside his beloved owner’s body.
At first, it looks like a burglary gone wrong. But Beck spots something his colleagues didn’t. The victim, Eddie Kavanagh, was wearing his smartest clothes. He’d brushed his hair. And, on closer inspection, a small velvet box containing an engagement ring is discovered in his pocket, along with a letter to a nameless woman, which seems to suggest she’s in danger.
Those who knew Eddie have no idea about a female friend though – there’s been no one in his life since a girl who he’d loved and who’d broken his heart decades before.
So who was the woman Eddie was waiting for? And did his connection with her ultimately lead to his murder? When a beautiful young woman is then found beaten to death, murdered exactly as Eddie had been, Beck has to ask – is the danger over? Or is it just beginning?
An absolutely addictive and atmospheric crime novel that will leave you gasping for breath. If you love gripping thrillers from Rachel Caine, Robert Dugoni and Kendra Elliot, you won’t be able to put this one down.
HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND REVIEW
There was only one regret that I had about this book and that was that I hadn’t read the first two in the series. This can be read as a standalone but crikey it is such a darn good read I just want more.
When the body of an older gentleman is found brutally beaten in his home no-one can seem to find a bad word against him but there have been some really weird clues left behind. He had been dressed smartly, had an engagement ring in his pocket and a letter declaring his love to a woman.
DI Finnegan Beck who has been demoted and transferred from Dublin to Cross Beg, a small town where everyone knows their neighbours is soon on the case. Beck certainly has his problems but he really is a character that I found myself rooting for at work and at home. He is partnered up with Detective Garda Claire Somers. There is plenty of background info on Beck and the reasons why he is where he is now. The partnership between the two blossoms as mutual respect as the book goes on.
Loved Max’s part in this book, Max was the first victim’s dog and Beck ended up with him. They have a real connection beautifully written. Beck can run circles round the local police, which doesn’t always go down well. This is a fast-paced read, a brilliant storyline, a really sad story of the past, many heart in my mouth moments and loved the round-up at the end.
I wish to thank NetGalley and Bookouture for a copy of this e-book which I have reviewed honestly.
HERE, IS A LITTLE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born in Ballina, Co. Mayo, Ireland in 1961, but I spent much of my life away, in other parts of Ireland, the U.K., Jersey Channel Islands, America and Europe. I’ve had a very varied career: in fact I’ve had more than forty jobs in my life. In my younger years I was incredibly restless. I left home at sixteen and spread my wings. I hitch-hiked throughout Europe at seventeen and ended up penniless in Paris. I was homeless for a time after this and eventually stowed away on a ship back to Ireland. I was homeless in Dublin until picking up work and sorting myself out. I’m a survivor. I’ve been a barman, a potato picker, a black-jack dealer at a casino in New York, a stone mason, a soldier in Óglaigh na hÉireann the official army of the government of Ireland, a newspaper reporter both in Ireland and the UK, a nurse’s assistant in a major hospital, an airline baggage handler, a construction worker, security man, book seller, shop assistant, cleaner, station foreman with London Underground, market stall holder, waiter, night porter, and lastly, civil servant for thirteen years with the Irish police, An Garda Síochána. Phew.
Having left formal education at sixteen without any qualifications, I always felt I had missed out. In 1999 I returned to education as a mature student, completing a B.A in History and Sociology at the University of Ireland at Maynooth. I subsequently completed an M.Phil in Creative Writing at Trinity College, Dublin, graduating with a First. I took this as a validation of my writing. Like most writers, I suffer from chronic self doubt.
Just when I thought that there was no saving me, when I thought I was a confirmed bachelor, I met and married Eileen. We have one beautiful daughter, Sarah, who is now ten years old. I’m no longer restless. Hallelujah.
I’ve always written: books, short stories, novellas, you name it. The vast, vast majority of which have never seen the light of day. I’ve had short stories published in anthologies and newspapers and magazines, and that was great. But I always wanted to have a book published. Once, I sent a manuscript to a leading Irish publisher and it was returned the following week – I suspect it wasn’t even read. But I persevered, and persevered, and, following many false starts, finally I got my chance with Bookouture. That said, I know there are a lot of dead poets in the graveyard. I’ve met some brilliant writers, and indeed artists, but they’ve gone unnoticed. For a variety of reasons. There’s a lot of luck involved, and my luck came about in a strange way. Let me explain.
I was on a family holiday in Spain in October 2014 when I took ill with what I thought was flu. Gradually over three days my conditioned worsened until eventually I was admitted to hospital in Tarragona. I was there for three months during which my organs began to shut down and I almost died. I returned home to Ireland and was in and out of hospital for two years. I was even transferred to a specialist unit in London. But no one could find the cause of my illness. The doctors’ call me the Mystery Man. But I’d rather not be. I’ve much improved and can lead a normal life now, but I will never fully return to how I once was. But it was during this illness, when the initial severe symptoms subsided, that I began to write again in earnest. Indeed it was all that kept me from falling into a black pit of depression. I wrote (and read) more than I have ever done in my life. And out of this period came my first published novel. As the saying goes, it truly is darkest before the dawn.