Although each book is a story in its own right, Danielle’s life progresses through the series giving a taste of life in a small French town with ups and downs and highs and lows. It’s quirky and quaint and sometimes deadly
Palm Trees in the Pyrenees
Take one rooky female cop
Add a dash or two of mysterious death
And a heap of prejudice and suspicion
Place all in a small French spa town
And stir well
Turn up the heat
And simmer until thoroughly cooked
The result will be surprising
Palm Trees in the Pyrenees gives you an insight into the workings and atmosphere of small town France against a background of gender, sexual, racial and religious prejudice.
The story unfolds, told by Danielle a single, downtrodden , thirty year old, who is the only cop in the small Pyrenean town. She feels unappreciated and unnoticed, having been passed over for promotion in favour of her male colleagues working in the region. But everything is about to change. The sudden and mysterious death of a much hated locally based Englishman will have far reaching affects.
Grass Grows in the Pyrenees
Take one female cop and
Add a dash of power
Throw in a dangerous gangster
Some violent men
And a whole bunch of cannabis
Sprinkle around a small French spa town
And mix thoroughly
Cook on a hot grill until the truth is revealed
Grass Grows in the Pyrenees gives an insight into the workings and atmosphere of a small French town and the surrounding mountains, in the Eastern Pyrenees. The story unfolds told by Danielle, a single, thirty year old, cop. The sudden and mysterious death of a local farmer suspected of growing cannabis, opens a ‘Pandora’s’ box of trouble. It’s a race against time to stop the gangsters before the town, and everyone in it, is damaged beyond repair.
Red Light in the Pyrenees
Take one respected female cop
Add two or three drops of violent death
Some ladies of the night
And a bucket full of blood
Place all in, and around, a small French spa town
Stir constantly with money and greed
Until all becomes clear
The result will be very satisfying
Red light in the Pyrenees, third in the series Death in the Pyrenees, gives you an insight into the workings and atmosphere of a small French town in the Eastern Pyrenees. The story unfolds, told by Danielle, a single, thirty-something, female cop. The sudden and violent death of a local Madam brings fear to her working girls and unsettles the town. But doesn’t every cloud have a silver lining? Danielle follows the twists and turns of events until a surprising truth is revealed. Hold your breath, it’s a bumpy ride.
Hi, my name is Elly Grant and I like to kill people. I use a variety of methods. Some I drop from a great height, others I drown, but I’ve nothing against suffocation, poisoning or simply battering a person to death. As long as it grabs my reader’s attention, I’m satisfied.
I’ve written several novels and short stories. My first novel, ‘Palm Trees in the Pyrenees’ is set in a small town in France. It is published by Author Way Limited. Author Way has already published the next two novels in the series, ‘Grass Grows in the Pyrenees’ and ‘Red Light in the Pyrenees’ as well as a collaboration of short stories called ‘Twists and Turns’.
As I live in a small French town in the Eastern Pyrenees, I get inspiration from the way of life and the colourful characters I come across. I don’t have to search very hard to find things to write about and living in the most prolific wine producing region in France makes the task so much more delightful.
When I first arrived in this region I was lulled by the gentle pace of life, the friendliness of the people and the simple charm of the place. But dig below the surface and, like people and places the world over, the truth begins to emerge. Petty squabbles, prejudice, jealousy and greed are all there waiting to be discovered. Oh, and what joy in that discovery. So, as I sit in a café, or stroll by the riverside, or walk high into the mountains in the sunshine I greet everyone I meet with a smile and a ‘Bonjour’ and, being a friendly place, they return the greeting. I people watch as I sip my wine or when I go to buy my baguette. I discover quirkiness and quaintness around every corner. I try to imagine whether the subjects of my scrutiny are nice or nasty and, once I’ve decided, some of those unsuspecting people, a very select few, I kill.
Perhaps you will visit my town one day. Perhaps you will sit near me in a café or return my smile as I walk past you in the street. Perhaps you will hold my interest for a while, and maybe, just maybe, you will be my next victim. But don’t concern yourself too much, because, at least for the time being, I always manage to confine my murderous ways to paper.
Read books from the ‘Death in the Pyrenees’ series, enter my small French town and meet some of the people who live there —– and die there.