LAURA SALTERS

LAURA SALTERS

Northern YA/NA author, foodie and caps lock abuser. Debut suspense novel RUN AWAY published 05/19/15 by HarperCollins (Witness Impulse)! Agent: Suzie Townsend.
LAURA SALTERS
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Oilseed Rape Field.

Oilseed Rape field in Tynedale.

Library, Berry Hill Mansion.

Two Story Library with a catwalk around the room? This is the result- a rich wood-paneled two story library with a reading niche on the second level.

Empty Pub, Northumberland. '"I hope you understand that what you're asking me to do is dodgy." They were sitting in a window booth in a deserted pub – Monday lunchtime wasn't exactly peak drinking time. He slurped his lemonade through a straw, not bothering to lower his voice despite the bartender's ears pricking up. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy dodgy. I live for dodgy. But I sort of need to know why I'm doing it.'

I love the pubs in England and Ireland. I really want a kitchen and dining area that look like the interior of one. Warm, dark, and lots of stained wood. London Pub interior (don photo)

Saphan Mon, Thailand. '“I’m going to jump! I swear I’m going to do it!” Cannabis, it seemed, did little to subdue Dave’s hyperactivity. He was perched on the edge of Saphan Mon, the longest wooden bridge in Thailand. Dave had watched some native kids jump off the rickety structure into the lake, and decided that he too should explore his rebellious side. Once he’d clambered up there, he’d had a change of heart, and had spent the last ten minutes as a performing monkey for his group of…

Saphan Mon, Thailand. '“I’m going to jump! I swear I’m going to do it!” Cannabis, it seemed, did little to subdue Dave’s hyperactivity. He was perched on the edge of Saphan Mon, the longest wooden bridge in Thailand. Dave had watched some native kids jump off the rickety structure into the lake, and decided that he too should explore his rebellious side. Once he’d clambered up there, he’d had a change of heart, and had spent the last ten minutes as a performing monkey for his group of…

Bettys, York.  '“I was surprised to hear from you again, I must admit.” Kathy took a bite of her marzipan French Fancy cake. They were in Betty’s Tea Room in York – Kayla had taken the train down to meet her.  “I know. I’m sorry for contacting you out of the blue. I know you must just want to start getting on with your life, without reminders of Sam’s last few months following you around.”'

Looking through the pretty front window of Little Betty's Cafe Tea, York, North Yorkshire, on Stonegate

Berwick-upon-Tweed. 'Kayla didn't drive straight home. The thought of returning to an empty house full of broken promises, tainted memories, and an air of depression thicker than mud was intolerable.  Instead, she drove north. Specifically, to the northernmost town in England: Berwick-upon-Tweed. She'd had family here, once upon a time, but like everyone else in her life, they'd moved on to better things. Moved away from her.'

Royal border bridge, Berwick Upon Tweed - ( explore your wanderlust on…