LAURA SALTERS

LAURA SALTERS

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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.

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…

Kayla's Favourite Pub. 'The first drop of alcohol that touched Kayla’s lips since returning from Thailand was bought for her by a police officer. Detective Inspector Sadie Winters was young. Kayla liked the trend of influential females in her life being young – she felt much more at ease discussing her conspiracy theories with them. The double gin and tonic helped, too.'

The Black Friar Pub, London--Art Nouveau Interior (for anyone able to go, it's at 174 Queen Victoria Street) lights and stained window

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