Captive Heart
Crime Thriller
An ancient stone is disturbed, unleashing a murderous curse on a family.
When Carole Templeton falls to her death at the cliff edge beside the ancient stone where her father died, locals fear the legend of the blood stone has returned with a vengeance.
Dr Harrison Lane, head of the Ritualistic Behavioural Crime unit, arrives in Yorkshire and finds a community living in fear of the ancient tribal curse and the myth of a 17th century vampire. But when he sets out to uncover the truth behind the superstition, his findings unnerve him. The legend of the blood stone may not be just a myth but something much more sinister, and the Templeton family curse may be more real than anyone could have imagined. With his personal life preying on his mind, Harrison begins to experience dread for the first time, struggling to connect the threads of the case.
As the sun sets on the stone circle and the shadows of the night creep in, Harrison must unravel the truth behind the curse and stop the killer before it’s too late…
Quick facts
- Series: Dr Harrison Lane mystery, Book 6
- Genre: British crime thriller/Police procedural
- Publisher: Storm Publishing
- Main character: Dr Harrison Lane, head of the Ritualistic Behavioural Crime Unit
- Setting: Yorkshire.
- Themes/tropes: Ritualistic/occult-linked clues; folklore, superstitions, vampires, ancient curses, profiler/psychologist lead; hidden past, secrets,
- Trigger warnings: Murder
- Formats: eBook, Paperback and Audiobook
- paperback ISBN-13: 978-1805080244
- ebook ISBN-13: 978-1805080237
“This series is innovative & one that I can’t stop reading. The character of Dr Lane is one of best that I have seen created & I have read many crime novels. His continuing backstory is just as enthralling as the main plotline in each book.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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