In development, with release dates planned for 2026

The Shout...

London, 1720: when rival fire companies battle for profit and the uninsured are left to burn, widow Kitty Hale learns what a missing mark can cost.

Sample

The smell came first, a tarry bite under the night air that did not belong to summer. The watchman, Pike by parish custom and Pike to everyone else, paused mid-step and sniffed. The lane beside St Bride’s was quiet as a grave. Then he saw it: a low, sullen glow licking the edge of a rake of shingles two streets over, the colour of a forge waking.

“Fire!”

He hammered the nearest door with his stave, then another, then turned on his heel and ran for the belfry. His keys clattered against his hip. The stairs were mean and spiral; he took them two at a time and slipped on the second landing, barked a shin, drove on. He had the rope in his hands a breath later, hot from the day and harsh as hemp can be when it has been sweated by a dozen hands. He pulled. The bell answered with a broken peal, the first clong too slow and the next too quick, calling the parish to its feet.

The Vanished Fleet...

An historical thriller set in 1307, when King Philip of France orders the sudden purge of the Knights Templar. In the fog-shrouded port of La Rochelle, a quartermaster named Étienne de Marais witnesses a secret midnight departure—Templar ships vanishing under false cargo and false names. When the King’s agents arrive, the Order is all but destroyed… and its fleet is gone.

Sample

Mist crept from the sea like a thief in the half-light, swallowing the harbour. Étienne de Marais cut through the chill with his quartermaster’s ledger under one arm, its weight growing heavier as if the parchment knew what he should not. Lanterns sputtered onto the wet cobbles while, on the docks, Templar ships loomed through the fog—hulking shadows loaded with secrecy and fear.

He paused beside the Saint-Michel, watching stevedores move like ghosts. Crates marked as wool rang with the dull note of metal. A knight passed close, a dagger at his side, their eyes meeting for the briefest moment of mutual denial.

Étienne knew the scent of danger, how curiosity bled into ruin. He should have walked away.

The Black Pump...

The Black Pump is a literary historical novel set in Soho during London’s deadliest cholera outbreak of 1854. Sarah Lewis, a young mother drawing water for her child; William May, a parish clerk mapping the dead; and Dr. John Snow, a physician determined to prove that the killer moves through water, not air. One man’s pursuit of truth collides with a community’s fight for survival—and the world’s understanding of disease begins to change.

Sample

The bell on Broad Street tolled, slow and heavy, and the city went on breathing its foul air. Sarah Lewis crossed the broken flags toward the pump, her bucket swinging against her skirts. The children had reached it first, climbing and laughing until the handle gave a cough and then a pour. She watched the stream clear itself and told her mind—again—that it looked harmless. Clear enough.

Two doors away, a mother kept vigil over a still child. The sound of water striking tin went on, steady as faith. Sarah filled her bucket, lifted, and walked home through the heat, unaware that death had already learned the street’s name.