psychological thriller :: crime story :: horror story :: murder mystery :: mystery thriller
READER reviews
  • Steven Finn moves in with Blanche Hunt and her creepy daughter, Ellen and amongst an atmosphere of impending doom the story begins. Steven and his smart and likeable sidekick, Alison are characters you immediately empathise with but a word of warning, it is quite violent in parts and not for the faint-hearted.

    - Elizabeth - York.
  • Best book I’ve read in ages. J A Campion is an extremely talented new writer and I can’t wait for the next novel - maybe a sequel? Without spoiling the plot J. A leaves certain ends untied and surely Steven has suffered enough to fill several books?

    - Alan - Sutton
  • A thoroughly gripping and entertaining read. The style is very self-assured for a debut novel and I look forward to reading more from this author.

    - Lola - London
  • The object of her desire, Steven, is unfortunate enough to catch Ellen’s eye when he takes a room in her mother’s house. We follow the story from murder of female rivals to kidnap of Steven’s child and the havoc wrought by the jealous Ellen to an ending which I won’t reveal. J A Campion writes beautifully and I can truthfully say a star is born.

    - John Coxam - Maine USA

About Me

Photographer: Annie Armitage

I’ve been a writer for as long as I remember. On rainy days, when it was too wet to play outside, my mother would ask me to write her a story. I still have it somewhere, that little book of stories.

I wrote my first novel when I was ten. Like many ten-year-old girls, I was obsessed by horses – and so that’s what I wrote about, filling ten Basildon Bond writing pads with my masterpiece. It was also when I had my first rejection – I couldn’t persuade anyone to read it.

A few years on, Victorian London and the story of Jack the Ripper absorbed me. In my young mind he was a fascinating figure; a toff I imagined, in a top hat and swirling cape who prowled the unlit alleys of East End, frightening everyone witless. Knowledge of the savagery of his crimes was something I learnt much later. When I was twelve, I visited the library asking if they had any books about him. The librarian gave me a quizzical look and said no, but perhaps sensing my disappointment, told me she had another book I might be interested in. I was led to a room with a locked door and while I waited, my mind fizzed with fevered speculation; exactly what kind of book needed to be locked up in a separate room? I was soon to find out. When the Liberian emerged, she handed me a book called 10 Rillington Place by Ludovic Kennedy. Strong stuff for a twelve-year-old. My mother blanched when I arrived home with it, but it was I guess, my first shocking initiation into the mind of a serial killer.

After that first early attempt, it took me quite a few years to begin another novel, thirty-four to be exact, but in between, I wrote and had published numerous short stories for leading newspapers and women’s magazines.

The fact that something nasty always seemed to happen in them made my choice of genre easy. Stephen King would argue that it’s the genre that chooses you, not the other way around.

For seven years I worked as a freelance journalist, interviewing people who had experienced something extraordinary and sometimes something terrifying. Like the young guy who survived a gay serial killer by jumping from a third floor window and the female doctor who was stalked for eleven years by her lesbian patient. So, gentle reader, terrible things really do happen in real life and all that crime fiction does is echo the atrocities that fill our newspapers every day. The only difference is that in crime novels the perpetrators always get punished.

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