W H Hilton
I was born way way back in November 1953 in the North West of England; my dad was a coal miner, and my mum a housewife.
I have a sister and a brother, plus we had the pleasure of having a foster sister, who my wife and I are still in regular contact with.
Academically I never achieved very much, leaving school at 16 with half a dozen middle grade CSE’s (as they were then), however in 1991 I did manage to earn an Advanced Diploma in IT, which from the typing point of view has come in very useful.
My working life was extremely varied, ranging from apprentice panel beater to Bar and Hotel management, with periods of self employment in landscape gardening and market trading in between, plus other positions too many to mention. One way or another I’ve always had the ability to get work reasonably quickly and was never out of a job for long.
Over the years I’ve also been pretty good at causing friends and relatives to be take aback, like the time that I started courting a lovely young lady, 16 years my junior. (She was 19 and I was 35)
This was sometimes remarked upon as; you’re old enough to be her dad.
Well, after a 3 week and 6 day friendship, yes that’s right, we started courting on the 10th December 1988, and got married on the 6th January 1989, and to everyone’s surprise, we’ve now been together, very happily and successfully for 26 years, (and they said it wouldn’t last) and have a wonderful 25 year old son.
For many years I had the desire to write a novel, and have always thought that there was at least one in me, but never actually sat down to put finger on keyboard and start to type. However, for the last year or so whilst my dear wife has been out at work, I’ve took the plunge and done it.
I have now completed my debut publication ‘Sefton Road’, and have started on my next project, which is a series of at least 3 crime novels based in a village on the North Wales coast were I spent a number of years during the early 1970’s.
I do hope that you enjoy my first novel and please keep your eyes open for the next offering.
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by W H Hilton
All is not what it seems in the leafy suburbs of Grovesfleet.
The home of Allan Thomas is razed to the ground, leaving behind the remains of two bodies that were burned beyond recognition.
Was it just an unfortunate accident, or a deliberate act of arson?
Could missing neighbour Kevin Williams be responsible for the destruction, or was someone else involved?
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