Stormbound

Stormbound  Heads up: these are bare-bones drafts. The real book’s way bigger, with more detail and scenes. These chapters just hit the main plot and key moments, cutting out anything that doesn’t push the story forward. Chapter 1 The door creaked open and Mark stepped inside. The stale mix of microwaved food and cheap candles hit him straight away. Same shit, different day. He kicked off his shoes, dumped his coat, and made for his room, but Helen’s voice stopped him. “Is that you, love?” “Yeah, just dropping my stuff.” Before he could answer, Jamie came charging in and nearly tackled him with a hug. “Beat the boss on your new game! Told Gran all about it.” Mark ruffled Jamie’s hair, smiling tiredly. “Proud of you, mate.” The kitchen was dull and worn—cream walls stained by years of cooking and smoke, mismatched cupboards, and peeling worktops. Mark sank into his usual chair as Helen slid a warm mug in front of him. “Rough day?” “Shit one. Alternator snapped mid-fit, got s...

Stormbound Hi! Thanks for checking out Stormbound. This blog’s here to give you updates (to a degree) on the creation and eventual release of the book — a story about emotional survival, fatherhood, and what we sacrifice for the people we love. I started Stormbound for a few reasons: my love of writing, a brain that refuses to switch off, and a random midnight thought about search and rescue in a beefed-up 4x4. Don’t ask why — I genuinely don’t know. But that late-night spiral, plus some research into real search and rescue work, eventually sparked the idea that became Stormbound. If you're into the sound of it and want to follow along, interact with the posts and share the blog around. Seriously — thanks for the interest. It means a lot. Stormbound follows Mark Turner — quietly brave, emotionally worn down, and stuck in a strained marriage he won’t leave for the sake of his son, Jamie. Years ago, a violent storm ended in the loss of his father, and Mark’s never let go of the guil...