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I write military fiction because it is the most honest way I know to tell the truth about service without turning it into a lecture or a history lesson. Stories reach people differently. They slip past the surface and land in the gut. And for anyone who has served, or lived alongside someone who has, there are things you feel that are hard to explain in normal conversation. Fiction gives me a way to show it.

A big part of my inspiration comes from my own background. I joined the British Army young and those years shaped me for life. The discipline, the graft, the humour, the camaraderie, the shared suffering, the pride in doing the job properly, and also the quieter side people rarely see. The cost of it. The things you carry after you have taken the uniform off. I have seen how tough it can be for some people when the noise dies down and real life starts again. I have also seen how strong people can be when they are supported by the right mates, the right family, and the right community.

I did not want to write glossy, Hollywood war stories. I wanted to write something that felt authentic. The sort of story where the reader can smell the wet kit, feel the tired legs, and understand the fear and the courage that often exist in the same breath. But I also wanted to show the good in it, the loyalty, the gallows humour, the moments of humanity, and the bonds that last decades.

The other honest reason is legacy. I want to preserve a piece of that world and what it means, especially for people who have never experienced it. I want readers to come away with respect for the job and empathy for the person behind it. If someone finishes one of my books and thinks, I understand a bit more now, or they reach out to a veteran mate, or they feel less alone with what they are carrying, then it has done what I hoped it would do.

Military fiction, for me, is not just about action. It is about identity, resilience, brotherhood, and the messy reality of being human under pressure. It is also my way of paying respect to the people who served alongside me, and to those who did not come home the same, or did not come home at all.

Thanks again for asking. If you would like, I am happy to share a bit more about what inspired the specific characters and stories I write.

Warm regards,

Ryan

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Faultline is now available on Amazon, and I’m genuinely chuffed to say it’s already selling and pulling in some really encouraging reviews.

If you’ve downloaded it, shared a post, or messaged me about it, thank you. That support keeps this whole journey moving forward.

Free on Kindle for a limited time

Right now, Faultline is available on Kindle and it’s free to download for five days only, ending on Thursday 12 February 2026.

If you like gritty, emotional stories with real tension and a character you can’t help but root for, this is the perfect time to jump in.

You can grab it here on Amazon: (add your link or button)

Sarah Clarke’s journey

Faultline follows Sarah Clarke through a brutal, relentless situation where survival is never guaranteed and nothing feels certain for long. This is not just a story about action. It is about what happens inside someone when they are pushed into a corner and have to decide, again and again, whether they break or adapt.

Sarah’s journey is driven by:

Anticipation, that constant sense that something is coming, even when everything goes quiet

Anxiety, the kind you carry in your chest because switching off is not an option

Drive and ambition, not just to stay alive, but to keep her identity and her purpose intact

Survival instincts, raw and real, kicking in when there is no time to think, only to act

What I love about Sarah is she does not become fearless. She becomes focused. She feels it all, the dread, the anger, the doubt, the determination, and she moves anyway.

Reviews and why they matter

Seeing early reviews come through has been massive. Reviews help other readers take a chance on a new book, and they help Amazon actually show the book to more people.

If you download Faultline while it’s free and you enjoy it, I’d be hugely grateful if you could leave an honest Amazon review. Even a couple of lines makes a difference.

What’s next, When the Shooting Stops

While Faultline is out in the wild, I’m already writing the next book, When the Shooting Stops, and I’m aiming to have it ready in April 2026.

This one digs into a different kind of intensity. Not just what happens in the moment, but what happens after. The weight that follows you. The things you replay in your head. The emotional cost that does not always end when the noise fades.

I’ll keep sharing updates as I go, and I’ll bring you behind the scenes as the story takes shape.

Final word

Faultline is live, it’s moving, and it’s only just getting started. If you fancy a tense, gritty read with heart and bite, now’s the time to download it while it’s free on Kindle.

Thank you for being part of this.

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Ryan Mayo

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Hi everyone, I thought I’d pop a proper post up and introduce myself for anyone who’s new here.

My name’s Ryan Mayo. I’m a Sussex lad, an ex British Army veteran, and these days I’m an indie author building a military fiction series I’m massively proud of. I served in the Royal Artillery back in the day, and a lot of what I write is inspired by real experiences, real people, and that very real mix of humour, graft, fear, loyalty and grit that stays with you long after you’ve hung the uniform up.

I’ve currently got two books out on Amazon, The Lost Hero and Faultline Ghost in the Woods, and they sit inside my wider series, the Clarke Legacy. The heart of it all is this idea of legacy, what we carry, what we bury, and what comes back when we least expect it.

So what’s next?

I’m deep in the writing trenches on my third book, When the Shooting Stops. This one is personal. It’s about what happens after the noise fades, when you’re left with your own head and the bits you never managed to say out loud. It’s not just a war story, it’s a human story, and it means a lot to me to get it right.

After that, I’m pushing into two big projects that I’m seriously excited about.

Michael’s story, which will dig into the pain, the pressure, and the moments that shape a man when everything around him is heat, chaos, and consequences. And this one will also hit like a hammer… With the Hound. His origin story. The making of the myth. How a person becomes a shadow people whisper about, and what it costs to walk that road.

Then, to bring it all together, I’m building toward the final arc, the big Faultline finale. It’s going to be a fast paced cat and mouse chase that pulls threads from everything that’s come before, with old faces, new allies, and the kind of choices that leave scars.

If you’ve supported me already, thank you. Honestly. If you’re new, welcome aboard. And if military fiction isn’t usually your thing, even a quick like, comment, or share can help these stories reach someone who will genuinely love them.

I’ll keep you all updated as the next chapters land. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being here.

Ryan 👍🏻📚

I’m no saint… but I’m not a sinner either.

I’m just a normal fella with a moral compass that usually points in the honourable direction. And when it doesn’t, I give it a quick tap like an old satnav and tell myself, “Right… re-route, mate.”

Because let’s be honest — I’m not walking around with a halo. If I did, it would probably be wonky, and I’d bang it on a doorframe within five minutes.

But I do try. I genuinely try. And I think we’re allowed to say that sometimes without feeling like we’ve turned into the main character of a motivational quote on Facebook.

The Moral Compass (And Why It Matters)

I’ve always believed in doing the right thing. Not because I’m some kind of righteous angel… more because I’m allergic to being a wrong’un. And I’ve met a few in my time — you can spot them a mile off.

Honour isn’t about being perfect. It’s about trying to do right when nobody’s watching. It’s about keeping your word. Owning your mistakes. Showing up. And not being the sort of person people warn others about in group chats.

And I’m not saying I’ve nailed it every day of my life. I’ve had my moments. I’ve had my “Ryan, what are you doing?” moments. But the compass is there, and I do my best to follow it — even when it would be easier to do the opposite.

Comfort Zones Are Lovely… But Nothing Grows There

I’m always looking to improve my skills and knowledge. Always learning. Always trying to level up.

I take risks. I step outside my comfort zone. I do things that scare me a bit — because if you don’t, you end up living the same week on repeat like a microwave meal: warm, beige, and mildly disappointing.

Now don’t get me wrong — I’m not out here free-solo climbing cliffs or wrestling bears. My “living on the edge” is more like starting new projects, pushing myself, trying stuff I haven’t done before, and occasionally realising halfway through:

“Yeah… I may have overestimated myself here.”

But that’s life, isn’t it? You learn, you adapt, you crack on.

Under the Radar… Until Now

I’ve always been under the radar. Head down, don’t blow my trumpet, don’t make a fuss.

Mainly because if I blew my own trumpet, I’d probably pull a hamstring and end up needing a physio and a cup of tea.

But lately, I’ve started sharing more of what I do — writing, volunteering, charity stuff — and I’ll be honest, it’s made me feel a bit… weird. Like:

“Am I starting to sound narcissistic here?”

Because the last thing I want is to become one of those people who posts:

“Just helped an old lady cross the road. #Blessed #Hero”

Calm down, Gandhi.

But then I’ve realised something important:

There’s a difference between being arrogant and simply acknowledging your effort.

Arrogance is: “Look at me, I’m amazing.”

Acknowledgement is: “I’m trying. I care. I’m putting the work in.”

And if you don’t recognise your own effort, you’ll spend your life downplaying everything until one day you’ve done loads — and still feel like you’ve done nothing.

Charities, Volunteering, and Doing My Bit (Without the Violins)

Over the years, I’ve raised money for charities like Help for Heroes. I’ve ridden my bike for the British Heart Foundation and VVS. I’ve volunteered with Blind Veterans. I’ve given my time as an Army Cadet instructor.

And no, I’m not saying that so you clap and tell me I’m wonderful. Please don’t. I’d get awkward, shuffle my feet, and immediately try to change the subject.

I’m saying it because it’s part of who I am.

I’ve always believed if you’re able to help, you help. If you can give your time, you give it. If you can show up, you show up.

And truthfully? Some of the best moments are the simple ones.

A proper laugh with someone who’s been through it.

A brew and a chat that lifts someone’s mood.

A moment where you realise, quietly: “Yeah… this matters.”

That’s the good stuff. Not applause. Not attention. Just meaning.

Writing Fiction (Because Therapy Is Expensive)

Now I’m writing fiction novels — and I’m incorporating bits of my life into them.

Not because I think my life is some cinematic masterpiece. If my life was a film, half of it would be me walking into rooms and forgetting why I went in there. The other half would be me trying to find my glasses while they’re on my head.

But real life gives stories weight. It gives characters authenticity. It gives you emotions you can actually write from instead of guessing.

Writing is creative. It’s challenging. It’s exciting. And it’s terrifying sometimes — because when you put your work out there, you’re basically saying:

“Here. Judge this thing I made.”

And that’s a bit vulnerable, isn’t it?

But I’m doing it anyway. Because I’d rather be brave and slightly embarrassed than safe and stuck.

Praising Yourself Without Turning Into a Bellend

So how do you praise yourself without it becoming “look at me”?

Here’s my approach — and trust me, this is from a man who cringes at his own compliments.

1) Take the mick out of yourself.

Because if you can’t laugh at yourself, someone else will do it for you. And they’ll enjoy it more.

2) Keep it grounded in actions.

Not “I’m amazing,” but “I’m trying. I’m learning. I’m showing up.”

3) Admit you’re not perfect.

I’m not. I’m human. I mess up. I get it wrong. I have off days. I have days where my “moral compass” is more like a fridge magnet that’s slipped down the door.

4) Make purpose the headline.

If sharing your journey inspires someone else to help, to grow, to start, to try — then it’s not vanity. It’s usefulness.

Final Thoughts

I’m no saint.

But I’m not a sinner either.

I’m just a bloke trying to live with honour, improve myself, help where I can, and create something meaningful — while also taking the mick out of myself enough to stay grounded.

So if you’re reading this and you’re like me — quietly grafting, quietly caring, quietly showing up — here’s your reminder:

You don’t need to brag.

You don’t need to shout.

But you are allowed to acknowledge the good you’ve done.

And if anyone thinks that makes you narcissistic…

Tell ’em your trumpet’s out of tune anyway. 🎺🤣

A Week of Veterans, Books, Hospitals and Football

Some weeks just blur into one long shift. Others stand out because they remind you exactly why you’re doing what you’re doing.

Last week was one of those – a mix of book promotion, veterans’ events, hospital appointments, family time, and even a bit of football thrown in for good measure. It left me tired, sore… but very grateful.

Friday: Gearing Up for Care for Veterans

My week really started on Friday, getting ready for the Care for Veterans Christmas fayre.

The kitchen table turned into a mini print shop – designing and printing posters, sorting decorations, and counting copies of The Lost Hero to take with me. I wanted the table to feel welcoming, a mix of military pride and Christmas warmth.

Then there was the important question: what to wear.

I settled on smart but casual:

Nice shirt Jeans Tweed blue-grey jacket

Comfortable enough to stand and chat all day, but smart enough to show I was taking the event – and the people there – seriously.

Saturday: Care for Veterans Christmas Fayre

Saturday was the big one.

I arrived at Care for Veterans around 10:30 to set up, ready for guests arriving from late morning. Books laid out, posters up, table dressed, nerves kicking in (as they always do) but with that little buzz of excitement too.

I shared the table with Sid and Ron, two fellow veterans – one Army, one RAF, and Ron also an ex-Gunner from his younger days. Proper gents. We swapped stories, laughed a lot, and there was that unspoken understanding that only comes from shared service.

At one point, the Mayor of Worthing came over and spent real time talking with me about the book. She was genuinely engaged, asked questions, and even helped promote The Lost Hero on her Facebook page afterwards, which was a lovely boost.

By the end of the day I’d:

Met a steady stream of veterans, families, and local residents Signed and sold 14 copies of the book Talked about service, memory, and family with people who really “got it”

It wasn’t just about sales – it was about connection and community. Exactly the sort of day I’d hoped it would be.

Back home that evening, I decompressed the old-fashioned way: a few chilled beers, feet up, while my wife headed off to work her hospital shift. Different uniforms, different roles – but the same idea of service.

Sunday: A Much-Needed Pause

After all that, Sunday was deliberately quiet.

A slow dog walk in the park, letting the fresh air and simple routine do its thing. Later, a movie on the TV, then an evening with my head in a book while my wife caught up with Strictly Come Dancing.

Nothing dramatic. Just a normal, peaceful Sunday – and I think I needed that more than I realised.

Monday: Hospitals and Hard Truths

Monday brought me back down to earth with a bump.

I had a hospital appointment to chase up my MRI results on my back. I’ve been living with pain and stiffness for a while now, but it’s different when you see it on a screen and hear the words out loud.

Turns out my L3 and L5 are disintegrating, causing inflammation in my lower back. There are still more tests to be done, and rheumatology have now been brought in to look at my scans and blood work in more detail.

It’s not the easiest thing to hear, but it’s also strangely clarifying. You realise:

You’re not invincible (however much your 20-year-old self would argue otherwise) The years of soldiering, working, and just cracking on don’t come free Looking after yourself now isn’t a luxury – it’s a necessity

I walked out of the hospital with mixed feelings: a bit worried, yes, but also grateful that things are being investigated properly. Getting answers is better than endlessly guessing.

Tuesday: Veterans, Blind Veterans, and a Football Book Launch

If Monday was medical, Tuesday was full-on social.

It started simply enough – another dog walk in the morning to clear my head and loosen the back. Then it was time to get suited and booted for a veterans’ luncheon at The Orchid House in Worthing.

The luncheon brought together fellow veterans and Worthing dignitaries. It was a brilliant opportunity to:

Meet new people Reconnect with familiar faces Talk about The Lost Hero and what it represents

Again, it wasn’t just about the book – it was about shared experiences, stories, and the quiet pride that runs through the veteran community.

After lunch it was home for a quick change, then straight out again – this time to the Blind Veterans Association.

There I helped wrap Christmas presents and gave a short talk on Christmas traditions around the world. A lovely mix of practical help and storytelling, and a reminder that even small gestures – a wrapped gift, a shared laugh, a familiar tradition – can mean a lot.

Then, back home, quick refuel… and out again in the evening.

This time it was to support a fellow writer, Ian Hart, at his new book “From every angle” being released. Ian is an Albion supporter, radio presenter, and editor of the Gulls Eye fanzine, so the room had a strong Brighton & Hove Albion flavour.

The event was attended by my brother Kerry (who played for Brighton during the tough years) and Guy Butters, ex-Albion and Tottenham. It was a cracking evening – books, football, and stories all rolled into one.

I even managed to drag my wife along, despite the fact she doesn’t enjoy football in the slightest. 😂 Bless her for coming along anyway and supporting me. That’s love.

Looking Back: A Full Week, A Full Heart

By the end of it all, I was knackered.

But when I look back at the week, I see:

Veterans supported Books signed, sold, and shared New connections made – with readers, mayors, fellow authors, and old comrades Health questions faced head-on Time with my wife, my dogs, and my community

It’s a reminder that life isn’t just one thing. It’s hospital corridors and Christmas fayres. It’s back pain and belly laughs. It’s book signings, football fanzines, and wrapping presents for people who can’t see the lights but can still feel the warmth.

If you’ve made it this far – thank you for reading.

If you’ve picked up The Lost Hero – thank you for trusting me with your time.

And if you see me at a veterans’ event, book signing, or wandering around Worthing with two dogs and a slightly dodgy back – come and say hello.

Until next time,

Ryan

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I’ve had a great day at the care for veterans Xmas 🎄 fayre.

I meet some amazing guests, staff and fellow veterans. Also had a wonderful chat with Cllr Cathy Glynn-Davies. The mayor of Worthing. As well as Sid and Rob. Veterans of Worthing association.

I do however have a few copies 📖 of “the Lost Hero” left over, so if you wish to purchase a copy (signed of course!) let me know via email

Perfect gift for someone this Xmas 🎄

£12.95 per copy and 25% of each copy goes to Veterans charities.

And had a lot of positive comments about my shirt 😂

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