When police find Northern Ireland’s leading poet with a noose around his neck and his trousers around his ankles they assume it is a case of death by sexual misadventure.
However, when Sunday tabloid hack Barry Crowe looks into the dead poet’s background he uncovers blackmail, an erotic trio of muses and experimentation with psychedelic drugs… he also gets off with a foxy policewoman with a handcuff fetish.
Sex, drugs, violence and some damn fine poetry combine to make Tony Bailie’s third novel A Verse to Murder a stylish, comic and rather kinky read.
