"Dont look so surprised," she reached up and removed the wig her blonde hair tumbling out over her shoulders. "Go on take a close look; remember now, eighteen months I waited. You put my Eric away for ten years. You still dont remember do you, well he died last month heart attack inside couldnt take the pressure. Before you ask, no there is no money I set you up and you took the bait. Theres an old saying you should have done well to remember, Look before you leap." "Wait I can," before he could finish the sentence there was a loud explosion and seconds later a bullet buried itself...

A broken heart and a moment of drunken bravado inspired middle-aged, typically cautious journalist Mike Carter to embark on a six-month-long motorcycle trip around Europe. After completing a brief residential motorcycle course and hastily remortgaging his apartment, Mike set off alone, resolving to go wherever the road took him. By the end of his journey, Mike had traveled nearly 20,000 miles and had roamed from the Arctic Circle in the north of Europe to the Mediterranean coast in the south, and from the Portuguese Atlantic coast in the west to the Iraqi border of Turkey in the east....

Fed up with Britain, one day Mike Carter decided to cycle straight past the office to find out for himself what was going on. He followed the Thames to the sea then rode around the entire coastline, a journey of 5000 miles, the equivalent of London to Calcutta.

As the final echoes of war fade a catastrophic explosion rocks a desert landscape destroying all traces of a covert operation, the explosion is attributed to a meteor impact and soon forgotten. July as a expedition is assigned to recover an Artefact, a traitor infiltrates the camp, code named Gatherer his mission is to sabotage the operation. Years pass, and a fragile state of peace escalates out of control, bringing the Americans and Russians back to the negotiating table. The talks break down and Vladimir Garishenko alone and afraid, must revisit his past in order to protect the future. But...

From one to twelve apart from play
Boys and girls have lots to say

They laugh and cry and have fun to

Always finding things to do

Aunties uncles and lots more
Sometimes come in through the door

so written here some things they say

while waiting to go out to play

Seaside Christmas dentists to
Playschool, paper planes that flew

in verses here inside the pages

It's clear that growing up takes ages

Come and meet the creatures
As they are passing by
Some of them
they hop and crawl
And others they can fly
They play out in the garden
Until they stop to eat
So don't forget when passing
To leave for them a treat