Enough
28th January, 2026
Business consultant Dan Fox’s career is flying high, but his personal life isn’t. The recent split from his girlfriend Emma was hardly amicable, and now odd things are happening – late night phone calls, tampered newspapers… and unpleasant notes. Which can’t be anything to do with Emma.
Can they?
Except they can. Except not in the way Dan was expecting. It’s not Emma, no. Emma, who’s also on the receiving end of harassment. Emma, who clearly has secrets she hasn’t shared with him, including her real career. Secrets she won’t fully share even with Peter Tait, the Manchester Detective Sergeant assigned to unravel the mystery. Can they be the reason all this is happening? What is it that she won’t share with Tait; won’t share or can’t share? And as the threats escalate, what will it take to persuade her that she has to?
And what will that finally reveal?
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About Enough
My cheerleader friend refers to me having an old-fashioned medicine cabinet, where odd ideas are filed in drawers until I find something they attach to and then I’ll pull them out, and quite a few – if not all – my stories are an amalgam of various thoughts stitched together (often then unpicked, sometimes repaired, oft times tucked back in their drawers…)
Enough is absolutely like that. I’d sometimes daydream about having accidentally swapped my life with someone else’s and imagining what they were up to now; and then my husband had an odd dream about my writing being mistaken for someone else’s; and there were some experiences in my younger life I wanted to write about: and the three things swilled around, a couple of other items in the news caught my attention, and… there it was, the makings of The Octopus.
Way, way back in 2005. The first couple of chapters. And then not much more – career girl, don’t you know!
And then the odd bit here and there, and another bit, and, oh no, that really doesn’t work, I’ll write something else instead (lost count of how many odd chapters of this and that I have lying around!). Picked up again in 2018… a little bit… and then Covid, and time to decide if I really was going to follow the dream...
And yep, it was indeed an Octopus – three interweaving stories that needed plotting out and slotting in. You know the story: you’ve finally got that final eighth tentacles in the bath, sit back triumphantly, look round, and tentacle number one (or was it two, or three?) has escaped. Keeping it all in order looked something like this…
Five years, several drafts, rewrites, tears, tantrums, despair, ecstasy and several tentacle battles later, I finally for them all in the right place (at least, I think I did!); and I found the wonderful team at Troubador, and here it is.
Enough (definitely how I felt by the time I’d finished it…)
And definitely couldn’t have done it without the help of my two desk friends:
