“About The Lion´s Tail:
You’re never too old to become a private detective.
Gunvor Strom may be in her sixties, her hands might be too shaky to perform operations and her body complains every time she works out. But her mind is as sharp as her scalpel.
And she embraces change. After the divorce, she moved from a well-heeled Stockholm satellite to the far-from idyllic, inner suburb of Fruängen. It gets a little lively, but she likes being in the middle of things. She’s smart, experienced and innocent-looking – all qualities appreciated by a detective agency.
As the agency’s rookie, she gets a surveillance job. A straightforward case, they say. Typical domestic. A wife suspects infidelity. Just track the husband.
But when the husband is attacked and viciously beaten, his wife calls off the assignment. Too late. Gunvor is on the trail. The agency aren’t paying her, but her free time is her own business.
After intervening in an incident of bullying, Gunvor finds herself with two unlikely allies. David is a young, jobless waster who hangs about Fruängen tube station. 19-year-old Elin is shy and introverted, after spending too long in her bedroom hiding from her parents’ fights.
Out of curiosity, the pair join forces with Gunvor. Who’s going to notice two young people and an elderly lady slinking around the Stockholm streets?
Only someone who’s watching their every move, biding his time, waiting to pounce. Curiosity can be deadly.
A story of violence, madness, passion and bravery. A cat-and-mouse game of life and death. Never play with the lion’s tail.
Targeted Age Group: adult
Written by: Luna Miller
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I am fortunate to inhabit three entirely different worlds. The first is my everyday. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners and journeys to work. Responsibilities that intimidate. Dinners at friends’ who never just don’t know how much I care. Aggravation at work. Kids that make me cry with pride. Boring days. Sunny days. Sitting on my balcony. Days of heavy rain and exhaustion dragging me down. And all these days drift into one until suddenly along comes a day I’ll remember forever.
My second world is in all the books that I read. On my way to work on a bumpy, overcrowded train when I suddenly realize whodunnit. Or at home, under a blanket on the sofa, I imagine how it feels to long for the heartbeat of a lover. When I finally understand why orange is the new black. The amazing worlds other writers invite me into. Like when I searched for the dark rider of Mordor in The Lord of the Rings, terrified he would appear on the horizon. Each of these worlds as real as my own.
My third is the one I own, my world. And I am here to share it with you. The world my characters live, love, fight and screw up in. The loved and the infuriating, the characters that come from me but I can never be. Characters that go their own way but allow me to follow their adventures. Adventures that help me make sense of my first world.
I hope you choose to travel with me. To places you know and places you don’t. To meet people you’ve met and some you never want to. People you thought you didn’t know but you realise you did. Maybe I can shed some light. And help you understand, sympathize with and maybe, just maybe, forgive my characters.
Welcome to my world. I hope you enjoy it.
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