Desmond P. Ryan

You’re a smart reader. I bet you’ve been reading most of your life.

You want authenticity. You’re a no-bullshit kind of person. You expect realism. And, you deserve a good read. You’re too smart for that made-up, too convenient, that-would-never-happen style of fiction.

And you’re too busy for anything less than damn good entertainment.

After almost thirty years as a cop, a guy picks up a thing or two.

I walked the beat. I chased down murders, rapists, and serial arsonists. I’ve helped old ladies cross the street. Hell, I even delivered a baby in the back of a van.

And then I became a Detective. That’s when the real fun began.

Couple all of that with a university degree in English Lit and a passion for storytelling and you’ve got the ideal crime writer.

You want real? You’ve got it. Real is what I know.

Look at us. The perfect partners.

Let’s use this blog to share our love of real crime and the crime fiction that spins from it. I’ve got some great stories to tell you from my time as a real detective solving real crime.

Trust me, you can’t make this shit up.

A new post will be available every Tuesday. Be sure to subscribe so you don’t miss anything. Oh, and I’ll likely be talking a bit about how writing the Mike O’Shea Crime Fiction Series is going.

What’s that, you say? Well, if you’re looking for a great crime fiction read with a dash of police procedural, check out my website. I’m releasing 10-33 Assist PC, the first in the Mike O’Shea Crime Fiction Series on June 15, 2018. In this book, you’ll get an insight glimpse into the dirty world of human trafficking through the eyes, hearts, and souls of the cops who put their lives on the line to stop it.

You’re going to love this:

In the last days of October thirteen years ago, a team of undercover cops were on the verge of cracking a mid-sized prostitution ring wide open.

Detective Constable Mike O’Shea, a hardworking young cop with a knack for following his gut, was sure that they were going to hit the jackpot on this one. And then an undercover team from another unit and an overzealous traffic cop burn their cover.

Mike pushes his crew into overdrive in an effort to track down and arrest the assholes orchestrating the ring before they have a chance to flee the country with the girls.

Perhaps he pushed too hard.

Hours later, with not enough information, too little sleep, and no luck, Mike’s partner lies bleeding out on a cement floor, a bullet in his head.

The chase has become personal.

Love it, right?

Until next week, I’m 10-7 for shift.

Desmond Ryan – Real Detective. Real Crime. Fiction

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