LAPEL. LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH. LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES. Peter Piper is an Australian engineer—an ordinary guy—who is catapulted into the eye of a storm of tumultuous crime and deadly international treachery. They have made sure he will never be ordinary again.

A decade before the turn of the 21st century, there are terrorists, power-brokers and assassins who would bring Australia down. Interwoven with historical momentous events, these stories are cutting- edge “what-ifs” that turn on a penny and are quintessential examples of the action and suspense thriller genre. The action is across countries, oceans and airways. The stakes don’t get any higher than in LAPEL/LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH/LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES.

Preview vid-clips of each book are on the “Book series” page of this website…. OR you can jump direct to them by clicking on the BUTTONS below.

LAPEL. LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH. LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES. Peter Piper is an Australian engineer—an ordinary guy—who is catapulted into the eye of a storm of tumultuous crime and deadly international treachery. They have made sure he will never be ordinary again.

A decade before the turn of the 21st century, there are terrorists, power-brokers and assassins who would bring Australia down. Interwoven with historical momentous events, these stories are cutting-edge “what-ifs” that turn on a penny and are quintessential examples of the action and suspense thriller genre. The action is across countries, oceans and airways. The stakes don’t get any higher than in LAPEL/LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH/LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES.

Preview vid-clips of each book are on the “Book series” page of this website…. OR you can jump direct to them by clicking on the BUTTONS below.

  Trevor’s ePublisher provides the following Bio: Author of LAPEL, Looming August Eighth and now, third book in the series of Peter Piper thrillers, Lepers on an Ocean of Lies. Trevor is a shapeshifter and change-maker. Born in Sydney, his close companion for twenty-five years was a horse. Horsing around led to him having a metal and polymer ankle; a bionic man. After several decades in financial and senior management (CFO/CEO), the creative muse remodelled Trevor into an award winning poet and balladier. All the while, Trevor’s lifelong interest in art and technology caused him to maintain a workshop and studio where his research enabled him to create unique artwork that sold internationally and through his own gallery in the 90s. From his tree-change in Warragul, Trevor takes a regular sea-change on Raymond Island where he indulges his love of the water, messes about in boats and writing. Boatbuilding has figured in his scarce spare time, along with playing guitar and tinkering with his classic 1934 phaeton-bodied car. ************** Mobile (cell) phones weren’t heard of. A computer was a whirring and wheezing electronic brain that filled a room at the university—and hi-tech, as a descriptor, was a term yet to be read in newspapers so it had no currency in conversation. The office calculator was a multi-barrelled gizmo with tab-selected denominator that reacted to the manual whizzing around of the little handle on the end of the carriage that you indexed—down one slot—when the bell went “ting”. There was full employment in Australia (unemployment at one and a half percent) so if you had a pulse, you could have a job. No-one knew when something was politically incorrect. And mouse meant rodent. Then, in the 1960s, chemistry and electronics put their heads up over the parapet and stuff started to be seen as the new thing and hi-tech started its rush. Synthetic resin, and the way to reinforce it, was making baby-steps in marine and automotive after-market applications and I discovered it in a one gallon can with a parcel of off-cut reinforcing material, sitting in a military disposal store. And it was for sale, cheap. A chemical dream product. Reinforced synthetic resins allowed freedom of design and thus there seemed to be an imperative to have such materials attached to the list of creative materials that produce style and art. I was hooked. Within a couple of years I was making custom body parts for cars: hood scoops; rear deck spoilers and the like, for “speed shop” customers. A range of model boat kits sold through hobby shops. It was a part-time, spare-time endeavour run out of my mum’s garage. But, it was time to “get serious” and carve out a career. The 1960s—time to fill my slot in the universe. In my late teens I was a cadet in a public company and the development of that cadetship needed serious consideration to ensure that when those big dollar, lifetime commitment decisions came along, there would be a salary to keep them afloat. A fork in the road. A defining moment: the little business got put aside and studies, at night, were taken up. Fast forward decades: I became Chief Financial Officer and Chief Executive Officer—sometimes together—of manufacturing companies, always keeping a home workshop and studio and developing technology and designs for my art and sculptures. In the 1990s my wife Gloria and I had a gallery where my art sold, sometimes to international visitors. And writing………. I always wanted to write. Banjo Paterson was a hero and his poetry defined a nation. I had some ballads in me and I wrote them, read them in pubs and competitions—and published them. They got picked up in anthologies and were read on the radio. Large scale action stories and thrillers were my chosen recreational reads. Authors such as Alistair MacLean (1960s) were favourites. One day—I thought—one day I should write my book. I already had the story buzzing about in my melon. In business, there was need to write tens of thousands of words but it was the totally wrong writing background to carry into action stories. The first manuscript’s draft got put away for a couple of decades but unlike a good wine or cheese, it didn’t improve with age. Finally, rewrites and a professional appraisal set the project on course and the real learning/fixing/wisdom/pruning/primping and pondering got underway and it bore fruit. (Portrait is oil on canvas by Olga Pasechnikova).

Trevor’s ePublisher provides the following Bio: Author of LAPEL, Looming August Eighth and now, third book in the series of Peter Piper thrillers, Lepers on an Ocean of Lies. Trevor is a shapeshifter and change-maker. Born in Sydney, his close companion for twenty-five years was a horse. Horsing around led to him having a metal and polymer ankle; a bionic man. After several decades in financial and senior management (CFO/CEO), the creative muse remodelled Trevor into an award winning poet and balladier. All the while, Trevor’s lifelong interest in art and technology caused him to maintain a workshop and studio where his research enabled him to create unique artwork that sold internationally and through his own gallery in the 90s. From his tree-change in Warragul, Trevor takes a regular sea-change on Raymond Island where he indulges his love of the water, messes about in boats and writing. Boatbuilding has figured in his scarce spare time, along with playing guitar and tinkering with his classic 1934 phaeton-bodied car. *************** Mobile (cell) phones weren’t heard of. A computer was a whirring and wheezing electronic brain that filled a room at the university—and hi-tech, as a descriptor, was a term yet to be read in newspapers so it had no currency in conversation. The office calculator was a multi-barrelled gizmo with tab-selected denominator that reacted to the manual whizzing around of the little handle on the end of the carriage that you indexed—down one slot—when the bell went “ting”. There was full employment in Australia (unemployment at one and a half percent) so if you had a pulse, you could have a job. No-one knew when something was politically incorrect. And mouse meant rodent. Then, in the 1960s, chemistry and electronics put their heads up over the parapet and stuff started to be seen as the new thing and hi-tech started its rush. Synthetic resin, and the way to reinforce it, was making baby-steps in marine and automotive after-market applications and I discovered it in a one gallon can with a parcel of off-cut reinforcing material, sitting in a military disposal store. And it was for sale, cheap. A chemical dream product. Reinforced synthetic resins allowed freedom of design and thus there seemed to be an imperative to have such materials attached to the list of creative materials that produce style and art. I was hooked. Within a couple of years I was making custom body parts for cars: hood scoops; rear deck spoilers and the like, for “speed shop” customers. A range of model boat kits sold through hobby shops. It was a part-time, spare- time endeavour run out of my mum’s garage. But, it was time to “get serious” and carve out a career. The 1960s—time to fill my slot in the universe. In my late teens I was a cadet in a public company and the development of that cadetship needed serious consideration to ensure that when those big dollar, lifetime commitment decisions came along, there would be a salary to keep them afloat. A fork in the road. A defining moment: the little business got put aside and studies, at night, were taken up. Fast forward decades: I became Chief Financial Officer and Chief Executive Officer—sometimes together—of manufacturing companies, always keeping a home workshop and studio and developing technology and designs for my art and sculptures. In the 1990s my wife Gloria and I had a gallery where my art sold, sometimes to international visitors. And writing………. I always wanted to write. Banjo Paterson was a hero and his poetry defined a nation. I had some ballads in me and I wrote them, read them in pubs and competitions—and published them. They got picked up in anthologies and were read on the radio. Large scale action stories and thrillers were my chosen recreational reads. Authors such as Alistair MacLean (1960s) were favourites. One day—I thought—one day I should write my book. I already had the story buzzing about in my melon. In business, there was need to write tens of thousands of words but it was the totally wrong writing background to carry into action stories. The first manuscript’s draft got put away for a couple of decades but unlike a good wine or cheese, it didn’t improve with age. Finally, rewrites and a professional appraisal set the project on course and the real learning/fixing/wisdom/pruning/primping and pondering got underway and it bore fruit.

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(Oil on canvas by Olga Pasechnikova)

LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH, Disaster has a deadline. Piper is a moving target, If he can survive, he will chase down facts and phantoms across oceans, countries and airways. It is a story about elite assassins, international terrorists and a conspiracy that may tip Austarlia into war. The second book in the series.

LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES. Who are the royal targets. A firefight and run to sea with a naval engagement to avert catastrophe—it can turn on a penny. Invasion and murders of members of royal families are looming calamities.

Enjoy the read. Please leave a review on the bookseller’s site.

LOOMING AUGUST EIGHTH, Disaster has a deadline. Piper is a moving target, If he can survive, he will chase down facts and phantoms across oceans, countries and airways. It is a story about elite assassins, international terrorists and a conspiracy that may tip Austarlia into war. The second book in the series.

LEPERS ON AN OCEAN OF LIES. Who are the royal targets. A firefight and run to sea with a naval engagement to avert catastrophe—it can turn on a penny. Invasion and murders of members of royal families are looming calamities.

Enjoy the read. Please leave a review on the bookseller’s site.

REVIEWS

From Amazon & Goodreads:…..(extracts).

“I found it hard to put down as I was literally drawn into the book and taken on a heart thumping journey with Peter Piper. If you are after a heart pumping, romping, riveting thriller with a difference, LAPEL is the book for you..” “The book is really clever and has a quirky and humorous language style, so not only was it an exciting read, it also had me chuckling in the sheets as it were. The story is set in believably in real life times in 1988…the history aligns with events in that era and just gives it that extra edge.” “It has its share of raunchy scenes just to keep your ticker pumping for different reasons!! This book is so worth a read and I only hope it has a sequel… Love love love it!!!” “Cracking yarn. Historically accurate, emotionally gripping. Captures the spirit of Australians at the time.” “An entertaining and interesting story though not the genre I generally go for apart from an occasional Jack Reacher, I enjoyed it. great narration, turns of phrase and characterisations throughout the story and the pace was frenetic - hang on for the ride.” “Extremely dynamic with in story subject development, well researched over the historic events interpreted. An intellectual delight which is very visionary - couldn’t stop thinking this story can become a good scenario for a next blockbuster action-detective movie.” “Trevor Trigg was able to grab my attention from chapter 1 and hold it right to the end.” “I thought LAPEL was a great read. Characters were believable, settings/timelines were very accurate. A very good story. And then we have Pt2, Looming August Eighth, which not only was a ripper of a sequel, it was even better than its predecessor. Thank you Mr Trigg, I can’t wait for the next story.” “Action swings around the Pacific to exotic locations always with the help of the Australian Defence Force and government which is sorely needed based on the size of the menace constantly threatening. As the headline says, action aplenty with unexpected twists and turns in an entertaining yarn full of activity.” “The author has Peter Piper in situations that got my heart pumping and kept me intrigued the whole way through. Cleverly written twists and turns to the last page. a really enjoyable read - I loved it. Looking forward to the sequel.” “Dangers come from many directions and need to be met with stronger and unconventional methods to deny the often unseen enemies any advantage. The dangers are high and deadly and the action is fast paced and entertaining.” “Third in the trilogy with the energy continuing and the excitement building higher. Easy engaging read. In the words of Dickens ‘More please Mr Trigg.’”

REVIEWS

From Amazon & Goodreads:…..(extracts).

“I found it hard to put down as I was literally drawn into the book and taken on a heart thumping journey with Peter Piper. If you are after a heart pumping, romping, riveting thriller with a difference, LAPEL is the book for you..” “The book is really clever and has a quirky and humorous language style, so not only was it an exciting read, it also had me chuckling in the sheets as it were. The story is set in believably in real life times in 1988…the history aligns with events in that era and just gives it that extra edge.” “It has its share of raunchy scenes just to keep your ticker pumping for different reasons!! This book is so worth a read and I only hope it has a sequel… Love love love it!!!” “Cracking yarn. Historically accurate, emotionally gripping. Captures the spirit of Australians at the time.” “An entertaining and interesting story though not the genre I generally go for apart from an occasional Jack Reacher, I enjoyed it. great narration, turns of phrase and characterisations throughout the story and the pace was frenetic - hang on for the ride.” “Extremely dynamic with in story subject development, well researched over the historic events interpreted. An intellectual delight which is very visionary - couldn’t stop thinking this story can become a good scenario for a next blockbuster action-detective movie.” “Trevor Trigg was able to grab my attention from chapter 1 and hold it right to the end.” “I thought LAPEL was a great read. Characters were believable, settings/timelines were very accurate. A very good story. And then we have Pt2, Looming August Eighth, which not only was a ripper of a sequel, it was even better than its predecessor. Thank you Mr Trigg, I can’t wait for the next story.” “Action swings around the Pacific to exotic locations always with the help of the Australian Defence Force and government which is sorely needed based on the size of the menace constantly threatening. As the headline says, action aplenty with unexpected twists and turns in an entertaining yarn full of activity.” “The author has Peter Piper in situations that got my heart pumping and kept me intrigued the whole way through. Cleverly written twists and turns to the last page. a really enjoyable read - I loved it. Looking forward to the sequel.” “Dangers come from many directions and need to be met with stronger and unconventional methods to deny the often unseen enemies any advantage. The dangers are high and deadly and the action is fast paced and entertaining.” “Third in the trilogy with the energy continuing and the excitement building higher. Easy engaging read. In the words of Dickens ‘More please Mr Trigg.’”

Say what?

Out of the mouths of the characters………

Say what?

Out of the mouths of the characters………

BALLADS+

McAlpine’s Bluff: 3 stanzas, above, are from an 18 stanza ballad. In 150 pages of the book there are around 50 poems, ballads and some irreverent rhymes under 8 groupings: The pieces range from a single verse to a saga.

• Ballads & the bush. • Horses, dogs & etc. • Fishtails & water. • Machines. • Cricket & footy. • Other yarns. • Pot pourri. • Oz history. (with cheek)

You can have a FREE copy of the WUNSA PONNA POEM eBook (it is a PDF).

Commissioned biography. Self-made-man, as a descriptor, first appeared in 1832 (in the US Senate) as a means of describing “individuals whose success lay within themselves, not with outside conditions.” A term that—better than others—describes Ray Vorhauer’s life journey. A journey that had steep hurdles to leap over or knock down, one of which he encountered at age five when he found himself in a home for wards of the state. Among the first “self made man” novels—after the 1832 utterance—was “RAGGED DICK”, a rags to riches tale that brought Ragged Dick to a revered station in life. Vorhauer may very well be the 20th century’s Ragged Dick. (The book was a limited edition print-run, now sold out—eBook to come).

BALLADS+

McAlpine’s Bluff: 3 stanzas, above, are from an 18 stanza ballad. In 150 pages of the book there are around 50 poems, ballads and some irreverent rhymes under 8 groupings: The pieces range from a single verse to a saga.

• Ballads & the bush. • Horses, dogs & etc. • Fishtails & water. • Machines. • Cricket & footy. • Other yarns. • Pot pourri. • Oz history. (with cheek)

You can have a FREE copy of the WUNSA PONNA POEM eBook (it is a PDF).

Commissioned biography. Self-made-man, as a descriptor, first appeared in 1832 (in the US Senate) as a means of describing “individuals whose success lay within themselves, not with outside conditions.” A term that—better than others—describes Ray Vorhauer’s life journey. A journey that had steep hurdles to leap over or knock down, one of which he encountered at age five when he found himself in a home for wards of the state. Among the first “self made man” novels—after the 1832 utterance—was “RAGGED DICK”, a rags to riches tale that brought Ragged Dick to a revered station in life. Vorhauer may very well be the 20th century’s Ragged Dick. (The book was a limited edition print-run, now sold out—eBook to come).

(Free eBook is WUNSA PONNA POEM. See it on ‘Ballads+’ page, this website)

(Free eBook is WUNSA PONNA POEM. See it on ‘Ballads+’ page, this website)