Ben Hannon has an ex-wife, a beat up old car, and a struggling private investigation business. At the end of another crappy day with no clients, Jason Dexter walks into his office and offers Ben a substantial amount of money to help him solve a mystery unlike any he has ever encountered. Intrigued by the story he hears, and having little other choice if he is to pay his rent, Ban takes on the case.
Every night when he sleeps, Jason Dexter enters a cycle of three dreams, one dream each night for three nights, after which it starts all over again. The dreams are vivid and terrifying and violent, and Dexter is sure that not only is he dreaming, but he is actually leaving his body and participating in the events as they unfold.
Ben will enter the dreams with him, witness the vivid violence and frightening images himself, and once there, may even begin to get a sense of the familiar...

Everyone should write a good detective novel. This is my one. Of course, as it's me it's not your run-of-the-mill Ms Marple story, instead it relates to matter of a more odd nature. There's not much I can say about the origins of this tale without blowing something important, so instead I'll say that, in hindsight, I may have written this as a novella, as I'm not sure the material stretched comfortably to a full book, but it's done now and that's that. I have a few more ideas for Ben Hannon, two more detective stories in which he finds himself in similarly odd scraps and I am sure one day I'll write them, but for now there is this one tale. This was also my first serious stab at first-person writing (you can't write a detective novel in anything else, you just can't!) and I found it can be the perfect voice when it's used right, but a train-wreck when not.
I think it works here though. But I would say that.

Coming soon