Jason Beech's Blog

A recluse finds a note in his front garden asking for help. If he steps out into the storm, will he remember himself by helping another?

A shortish short story. Part 1 is here. Something burned my memory when I woke up at 9.47am. I meant to help a friend do some roofing. He said, meet at 6am. He’d pay me four-hundred for the day. I called... Continue Reading →

Noir Fiction

Harry invited Terrence into the barber’s chair, ruffled by his old friend’s glance at the door, out of the window, and the picking of his nails. “What’s the story?” “I’m hearing Darren Gilbert is pissing on ever closer doors this... Continue Reading →

As I worked on a third book in the City of Forts series I wrote a bunch of short stories for my newsletter to get some interest. Being the crap self-promoter I am, I forgot about the newsletter and started... Continue Reading →

I’m dead happy I have a new book coming out on 22 January 2022. Keep the Motor Running is a crime … escapade? Caper? Noir? I’m not sure. There’s a few deaths. There’s humour. There are flawed heroes and a... Continue Reading →

It’s Christmas time and that means you’ll be off out picking holly and hanging it on your door, unless you buy it from the supermarket like a right little cheater. I have a new short story out via my newsletter... Continue Reading →

It starts on a dirty surface in one of Chicago’s finest filthy bathrooms where Daniel crushes amphetamines and snorts it right up his nose without a care in the world for disease. Or anything but his fix. Only Bones is... Continue Reading →

Here’s a book that never let’s up. Selena is a prostitute, enjoys a snort of recreational drugs, and can look after herself. She needs to, because the amount of abuse she suffers is monumental and graphic. If you’re Squamish, you... Continue Reading →