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Shadows in Sunshine will be out there on Thursday 22nd January, available from all good bookshops and available in paperback and on kindle from Amazon. For those wanting a signed copy, the book’s launch is to take place at The Bookshop Lee-on-the-Solent on Saturday the 31st January between 11am and 2pm then following that I will be doing a book-signing event at Waterstones Fareham on Saturday the 21st February between 1pm and 2pm. Price £10.99.


Back Cover Synopsis

Ian Vaughan. Family man… once. Now recruited to the SIS and fresh out of training, his first field op looks to be almost a breeze. His assignment sounds highly achievable – a mission to befriend a charismatic Tunisian politician, who, in the wake of the failed ‘Arab Spring’ has conceived a unification plan for the North African oil and gas producing nations. Western governments welcome the plan, but other forces are at work…

A conference to present the plan is to be held on the beautiful island of Madeira, and Vaughan, using the cover of a maritime author, is dispatched to the island, assisted by the Royal Navy. En route Vaughan rescues a boy adrift on a sailboard and comes in contact with his widowed mother who is host to her Brazilian uncle, unaware that his ambitions could destroy the entire European economy.

Greed and death lay in the shadows, as Vaughan finds himself embroiled in conspiracy and danger, challenging both his judgement and his courage.




Patricia Coughlan who has read a pre-publication copy of the book marked it as the best Ian Vaughan thriller so far, enthusing over the plot and characters portrayed. Such comments, from someone who is an avid reader, makes the two years of work really worthwhile. Hopefully many others will share her opinion.


The Assassins Arrival ( Shadows in Sunshine)

Takkal stood looking at the maze of shore lights in front of him. “How you know your way into this harbour?” he asked the younger brother who was helming the boat.

“I look for light,” came the answer.

“Yes, but which light?” asked Takkal, not trusting in the will of Allah for guidance.

The Scene in Daylight

The Scene in Daylight

“You see red flashing light, little bit high over there?”

Takkal looked along the line of the man’s arm. “Ah, yes I see.”

“We keep this side of that until we see low down flashing green light, then we follow that in. If we lose sight of it we go little side to side until we pick it up again.”

The green light he was referring to was set three metres up on the wall of a restaurant in the street leading into the village from the slipways. The street, being narrow, restricted the view of the light from the sea, thus giving sure guidance into the approach channel.

“There, there is the green light you see?”

“Yes I see. Do not lose sight of it,” Takkal replied sternly, inwardly, and for the first time in many years, sending a silent prayer of thanks, as his eyes picked out the ragged rocks either side of the entrance lit by the glow of the village lights.

Further into the harbour entrance the helmsman closed the throttle of the engine and pointed to his brother, then to the dinghy. In two quick moves the little craft was launched over the side as the fishing boat slowed.

“We cannot land you at fish quay, too many people to see you. You go in dinghy over there towards where you see green light. Try to be relaxed, we come soon.”

Takkal shook his head in disgust and reluctantly made his way to the side of the boat.

A typical fishing boat of Madeira.

A typical fishing boat of Madeira.

The brother helped them over the side and lowered their bags to them. Then the fishing boat moved away and in a few yards turned to port and headed for the quay, whilst Takkal took up the oars again and rowed them ashore.

At one o’clock in the morning the slipways were deserted and their arrival passed unnoticed, much to the relief of both men. Though their jackets and trousers were crumpled and stained they did not stand out, in fact they blended in so well with the few working fishermen about in the streets that their hosts had trouble finding them an hour later, only identifying them by their baggage.