50 shades of black comedy

It's been a long time between ciders for the folk of Windy Mountain, the fictional location of my novel Apples in the 1990s.  But I’m going back there in my new novel. Lots of people have lots to hide in this story of mysterious deaths, mistaken identity, elusive Tasmanian tigers and a lottery to end all lotteries.

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