Saturday, 30 December 2017

FREE until midnight tonight (30/12)

Here's what reviewers say about What I Did Not Say:

A really gripping read!

I was blown away by this novel. 

Part 2 was the trial, where the pace and tension were excellent. The pages seemed to turn themselves. 

Thoroughly recommend this well written and thought provoking book to anyone who likes a good story, regardless of genre.

Highly recommended if you prefer characters with depth.

I'd recommend this if you like complex dramas with undercurrents, secrets and hidden depths. 

Jessica Morley is on her way to meet with a man she hasn’t seen for fifteen years. In her bag there is a package she must deliver. As she travels south, she remembers Jack Banford, a boy who captured her imagination as a child and made her believe in a future that could never happen. Now it is time for her to set the record straight and finally put the past behind her. ‘What I Did Not Say’ is a story of loyalty, cruelty and love at all costs.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Free until 15th December

Four separate short stories to download free!


an excerpt from my disturbing short story, Peaches in the Attic.

Peaches in the Attic

“Once upon a time there was a little girl, a scamp of a thing.  Inquisitive.  Always prying.  She lived in a house, deep in the forest, with her grandmother, who loved her very, very much. 
“One day, the little girl heard a noise…”

I can still recall my grandmother’s voice.  Its subtle inflections could evoke love, sympathy or terror.  I never knew which to expect.  Sitting sideways on her lap, my five-year-old legs long and scrawny, bruised and cut by swings and see-saws, I could smell her perfume, lavender, and the syrupy golden-bubbled barley sugar that she sucked constantly, moving it around her mouth, clattering it against her teeth, as she told me stories. 
Her face was plump, but had deep lines, or so it seemed to me, close-up as I was and, being young, all-seeing.  As I listened, I mapped her features, with the curiosity of a geologist, following the hilly contours of her soft-powdered cheeks, peering into the ravines that cut deep when she smiled, observing the fine ridges that appeared around her lips when she spoke, and, most of all, wondering how long it would take to count the forests of tiny hairs, invisible from a distance, but infinite and fascinating from my vantage point.  Against my fingers, they were silken, flowing in symmetry, downwards and out towards the skin around her ear, smooth and hairless, pale and delicate, where the powder had missed.  Sometimes, I could make out the boundary where it stopped, like a desert giving way to pale land. 

Grandma!  What is that scratching?  cried the little girl.  What name shall we give her?  Shall we call her Jane?  Or Lorna?”
“No!” I would protest.  “Call her Valerie!”

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Competition ends 25th December - don't miss out!

Hello everyone. I'm running a very easy competition to win a copy of my original paperback edition of Bunny on a Bike - a humorous memoir of my time as a croupier in London working for Playboy.  Living and working in London in the 1980s was fun, but working for Playboy was nothing like I'd imagined it would be.  Glad I did it? Yes.  Carol and I, best friends, were full of youthful optimism and joie de vivre - what could go wrong?  

Follow the link for more details and to enter:
Good luck!

New edition also available on Amazon as an ebook or paperback: