Francis Connor
Bio
I am a British author of nine published novels ranging from Historical Romance to Contemporary Thrillers.
Since taking early retirement I moved to France where I find inspiration from the ancient hilltop villages; and the wine too!
Stories (7/0)
Born to Blush
Mary gazed in awe at the huge grey stone building at the end of a long drive lined with trees the names of which she did not know. Two massive iron gates on stone pillars topped with bronze pineapples barred the entrance. They didn’t have pineapples on the menu at the Workhouse so she didn’t know what these odd shapes represented.
By Francis Connor3 months ago in BookClub
The Cherry Blossom Special
The train rolled into the station like a long green dragon, its clickety-clack echoing through the platform. Mitsuko’s heart raced as the brakes brought the train to a halt with a loud squeal. Although she was used to the sound, it still scared her, reminding her of a tragedy.
By Francis Connor3 months ago in Fiction
George Beats the Curse
At first, only a few spots of scarlet seeped to the surface of her yellow silk blouse as she lay mortally wounded in George’s arms. The spots rapidly became a torrent, colouring Bianca’s top to the hue of her gypsy skirt. Tentacles of nausea crept through George’s stomach forcing upwards into his throat as he pulled the boning knife from her chest. The sound of Bianca’s body sucking air through the gaping bloody hole shook George to his soul.
By Francis Connor3 months ago in Fiction
Ringing the Changes
Dangling dangerously from a blue crane, the bronze bell departed its five-hundred-year-old home in the belfry of St Martins. Words not usually uttered in the confines of a churchyard drifted on the icy January wind to the nursing home standing across the wide Georgian street. The springs on the flat bed lorry groaned as the bell, at last, safely settled on it.
By Francis Connor3 months ago in Fiction
