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RJ Beynon

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Dispatches from the Water's Edge: Pellet guns and moral dilemmas

Issue 3 Hello Reader, From Author HQ First the good news: Book 2 of the Clatterbridge series, Murder at 22 O'Clock was launched without much fanfare on September 1. Although one shouldn’t have favourites, I know, I have a particular fondness for this story. It has an unusual reveal, and a strong moral dilemma. But I’ll let you discover and, I hope, relish these features on your own. Murder at 22 O’Clock is, as always, available on Amazon. Now we’re proofing and formatting Book 3: Murder as a...

Issue 2 Hello Reader, From Author HQ Independent publishing is not for sissies. Trish and I are working like demons to launch a new title in The Clatterbridge Mysteries every six weeks. Much of the detailed technical work – the proof-reading, the formatting, making sure the back-matter and the front-matter of each book contains all the information required, getting proof copies from Amazon, communicating with the book cover designer, working out marketing schedules and much, much more – is...

Book cover for Murder as a Working Hypothesis by RJ Beynon. Features a unique decorative border made of alternating red gardening dibbers and blue legal gavels. The center includes a red blood splatter, a narrowboat on a blue lake beneath a dark cresting

15 July 2026 Hello Reader, From Author HQ Trish and I have called our tiny houseboat study in which I write Clatterbridge stories, and from which Trish publishes and markets them, Author HQ. It’s the business hub of a project that we’ve been working on steadily now for going on two years. What’s most thrilling about this to us is that it’s an enterprise whose business is the product of the imagination. Two years ago, James and Inky Clatterbridge were not even figments of my imagination. Now,...