Ben Gaunt Releases New London Crime Thriller, “South of the

London Crime Works, announces the latest addition to its crime library “South of the River: Running On Empty” by Ben Gaunt. It is a contemporary urban crime thriller that is fast-paced and tough, with uncompromising dialogue and dark humour.

“I was born, raised, and still live in South London. Over the years I have had friends and been in situations on both sides of the law. This leaves me uniquely qualified to write about crime in the area that even the newspapers can’t report on,” states Ben Gaunt.

London Crime Works is independent publishing house for crime thrillers about London and its people. Unlike other publishers they aim to provide an authentic voice for crime writing for the Capital although the stories will have national and international appeal.

“Before signing with London Crime Works I received numerous rejection slips from other publishing companies because they felt that my stories were unrealistic.”

“They just could not comprehend that fact really is stranger than fiction. For instance, to me, there is nothing strange about two East End thugs taking a third on a bungee jumping trip to Blackfriars Bridge. It still doesn’t surprise me that the trip takes place in the early hours and the bungee cord is not attached to the ankle but to the neck of the “jumper”” continues Gaunt.

“South of the River: Running On Empty” true to its name and people, is set in the south London boroughs that border the Thames and the City of London itself.

The characters and situations are as diverse as the cultures that create contemporary street-life - the habits, customs and languauge, spoken and unspoken. If it is anything it is authentic.

South of the river can be a difficult and dangerous place to get into in more ways than one – just ask a taxi driver to take you there at three-forty seven in the morning! It can be unforgiving!

The London river’s got taste. There are things that even it wouldn’t swallow. Instead it spat it out at low water onto that level stretch of gravel and mud, hard by the Lambeth Embankment.

‘Ain’t whitey. Look at the skin. Blue. Blue … grey … black. Black man.

Dead black man. Blood. He’s blood.’

‘Betcha won’t look at his face.’

They put the sticks under the body, and heaved, and levered it over. The face … there was no face … there never is when the exit wound punches out that amount of bone and cartilage.

Invalided out of the army, ex-Platoon Sergeant Aidan Neary is a man increasingly at odds with the world, the more so when five hundred kilos of choice Colombian cocaine, destined for the streets of south London, goes missing. Guilty by association, for Neary it becomes a descent into a contemporary London underworld of fight clubs and women’s boxing, night time ‘ghost singers’ and new casinos, sweaty old men’s gyms and asceptic fitness centres, new London and old ‘Yard’. And foolishly, or otherwise, there seem to be just too many characters who simply want to get in his way in finding out the truth, or otherwise, of the drug shipment that never was!

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