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THE ROAD TO PURIFICATION: Hustlers, Hassles & Hash

THE ROAD TO PURIFICATION: Hustlers, Hassles & Hash

When Mad Harry spontaneously books a flight for Egypt, he doesn’t know that he’s about to embark on a fate given pilgrimage. In fact, he’s not even sure why he’s going, or what he’s going to do when he gets there. All he knows is he’s got to get away. Guided by signs in numbers, names and otherworldly encounters, Mad Harry’s trip often seems to be a magical manifestation of his mind. A crazy headed, hassle driven, sleep deprived, dope smoking journey with non-stop tests of trust and temptation. A holiday this is not. This good humoured true story is told in a frank, rhythmic and playful voice. Set in 2010, shortly before the revolution, it’s a backpacking odyssey through tremendous temples, towering pyramids, chaotic cities, small villages and dirty beaches, with a backdrop of ancient spiritual gnosis! A post-modern, pot smoking Egyptian pilgrimage…


About the Author

Harry Whitewolf has always lived in two worlds. In the real world, he’s a writer and a traveller – with a background in visual art, performance poetry and workshop tuition. In the ethereal world, he’s a spiritual warrior. He lives life by following signs, following dreams and following his heart. But he’s not ashamed of admitting that he often screws it all up. His writing has a distinctive style all of its own, but its beat driven prose is certainly inspired by those tea toking cheap trick beatnik geniuses of bygone bebop days, combining metaphysical meanderings with sex, drugs and travel. Harry’s been experiencing The 11:11 Phenomenon for the past decade. An experience shared by thousands upon thousands of people around the world. And like Harry, most thought they were the only ones seeing 11:11 all the time, until they found out they certainly were not alone. Harry Whitewolf, contrary to popular belief, is actually just a bloke and not of a canine species. He was born in 1976 and lives in England. He hopes to see world peace in his lifetime, and yes, he believes miracles are possible. Find Harry Whitewolf, his writing, his books and his blog over at http://www.goodreads.com


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‘The Trouble with Wyrms’ Trilogy

From today until 19th of this month you can get all three of Mike Williams’ books for half price. What are you waiting for? Oh some blurbs… coming right up:


England in 1912 – suspicious of war and of Germany in particular, not the best of times for a group of women to appear in tweeds and sensible shoes, looking for all the world like Valkyries out for a picnic.

Mistaken for spies and suffragettes in equal measure, these charming ladies have arrived from a distant planet a little to the left and slightly to the right of the buckle on Orion’s belt. They have one purpose in mind, to find the Stately Wyrms of England and defeat the evil usurper of the Throne of Wyrm, the sorcerer Tarantulus Spleen – a terrifying tyrant of a man with a face like a bluebottle.

Vermyn Stench, the head of Spleen’s Secret Service, has tracked the Sisterhood to the quiet Derbyshire village of Sodden-On-The-Bog and has sent his army of rats in pursuit. Rats, big rats, bloody big rats – rats that could go through your undercarriage like a doctor’s thermometer. Rats with bowler hats and shot guns and a hatred of anything tweed – rats that appear suddenly from nowhere, take over your pub and throw the landlord out the window. Add to this mix a touch of witchcraft, a whiff of perfume, strange snoring noises coming from deep below the village square and a member of parliament taken to shaving off his moustache, wearing dresses and entertaining the military, only then will you realize why the entire village is better off at the bottom of a reservoir than a place on the map marked ‘Here be Germs.’

Lavender and Haddock – the first in a trilogy of books recounting the quest of a group of women all named after fish to find peace, enlightenment and the Stately Wyrms of England.

Grubdale, in the year 1912 – a quaint Victorian town nestled among the sheep and turnips of Northern England, boasting a Regiment of Rifles, Zoological Gardens and the most expensive, grandest of hotels this side of Blackpool. But all is not as it seems, The Alpine Palace is overflowing with German spies and the Regiment of Rifles overflowing with incompetence. The latest addition to the Zoological Gardens is eating its way through the rest of the exhibits and despite being billed by Professor Arbutus Broadbent as an Indian Giraffe, breathes fire when it sneezes, hates being covered in yellow paint and is demanding to be called ‘Your Majesty’ when spoken to. But all this is nothing as to the goings on up the hill in Grubdale Towers; a school for boys where a bad tin of sardines has created a vacancy on the staff that Rowena Carp is none too eager to fill. While the rest of the Sisterhood continue their search for the Stately Wyrms of England, Rowena must guard the last prince of Wyrm and teach ‘explosions’ to ‘horrid little boys’ unaware that with the capture of Bethesda Chubb by the enemy, Operation Big Secret may be secret no more. EDUCATING CREATURES – the second book in the ‘Trouble with Wyrms’ trilogy; the sequel to LAVENDER AND HADDOCK – the adventure continues…..

Grubdale in the year 1912, and with the cold winter wind comes a cold winter creature with eyes as dead as a three-day-old herring. He’s brought a few friends along for good measure – the dead and the dripping out for a stroll of an evening and all intent on attacking Grubdale Towers, a school for boys that is more Dotheboys Hall than Manchester Grammar. Bringing up the rear is the late night train from Frogwallop stuffed to the funnels with giant, trigger-happy rats; rats with weak bladders, terrible teeth and a hatred of anything tweed. Add to this confusion a less than brilliant Captain Dashing of the 1st Grubdale Rifles with orders to arrest any suffragette on sight, a giant blue dragon with a touch of the vapours being the wrong month of the millennium and the hapless Rowena Carp given orders to guard a spotty adolescent prince with more issues than a cockney soap. THE ALLURE OF THE RED WYRM – the final part of the ‘Trouble with Wyrms’ trilogy; the sequel to EDUCATING CREATURES – the adventure continues…..


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Christmas Pie Crescent


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Christmas Pie Crescent was a Christmas paradise… unless you were Holly Hayward. She hated Christmas. Having grown up in Christmas Pie Crescent, she couldn’t get out of there fast enough but now, as Christmas fast approached with no husband to inject the holiday spirit into their twins, it was up to her to make it a Christmas to remember except she didn’t know what to do. It’s out of her comfort zone and the only solution she could think of was to return to Christmas Pie Crescent… But what about what she saw that night when she was twelve? The night she stopped believing.

Then there’s Ryan Shaw, Christmas Pie Crescent’s newest resident at number five with his two children. Along with losing his wife, he also lost his Christmas spirit… then he meets the neighbours. With elves living at number seven, a sexy Mrs Claus at number four, Santa’s twin at number three and never mind the scary cat lady at number two, Ryan has to question himself, where the hell has he moved them to?

As the Christmas competitions begin, Ryan finds himself swept along in the festivities so why not take part and even win? Holly can’t think of anything worse but can Ryan change her mind and help her get her Christmas spirit back?

A festive funny full of love, laughter and heartache.

Available to download for Kindle and Kindle app and in paperback from Amazon from December 1st 2014.

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Christmas Pie Crescent is your new book – can you tell us about the crescent, are there really elves living there?

Christmas Pie crescent is one of those places where everyone knows everyone. They pop in and out of each other’s houses for a cup of tea and are never too busy to stop for a chat but come Christmas time, it’s an entirely different story. Best friends become enemies because they all want to win that Christmas crown. Unfortunately the only elves living in the crescent are in the shape of gay couple Keith and Lionel at number seven, who like to dress as elves!

Holly Hayward is your leading lady, she’s not exactly a Christmas lover – what can you tell us about her?

Holly doesn’t like Christmas because when she was 12 she witnessed something no child should see. That night she stopped believing and developed a hate for all things Christmassy. Her parents on the other hand, are big on Christmas. The original Mr and Mrs Clause so whilst she’s happy to visit her parents all year, come December she avoids it like the plaque. This Christmas though, is her first without her husband and she finds herself at a loss. Because of the situation she promises her twins the best Christmas ever but it’s out of her comfort zone and the only solution she can think of is to return to Christmas Pie Crescent. The twins are over the moon as it’ll be their first Christmas there but for Holly, it’s her worse nightmare. She has to face the only thing she’d tried her hardest to forget.

What about the new single dad in the neighbourhood, Ryan Shaw, what is he like?

Ryan is just lovely! His back story is sad. He lost his wife the previous November so last Christmas wasn’t very good at all but this year he wants his two kids to enjoy it and the only way he can think of is by moving house and starting again. He finds himself in Christmas Pie Crescent but he has no idea what he’s let himself in for and at first, he thinks where the bloody hell has he moved to. He thinks his neighbours are complete nutters and should be locked up. There’s no way he plans on taking part in all the festive madness but his twin sister and daughter have other ideas. Soon enough, he finds himself in the thick of it and it’s not so bad. He pines desperately after his wife and thinks moving was a mistake because nothing reminds him of her in the new house. His kids are his main priority and his heart belongs to Ellie but when he sees Holly, he finds himself distracted and he feels guilty for it.

What Christmas festivities take place – is this a traditional Christmas or a tacky one?

Do you know what, it’s a bit of both! There’s plenty of Christmas lights and displays that make the Americans look tame. Competitions include battle of the bulbs, deck the halls and the Christmas bake-off. Competition is fierce and some people will do anything to win.

Aside from Holly and Ryan, who is your favourite character in the book?

This one is easy! Issy, Ryan’s twin sister! She’s fun, kind hearted and keeps Ryan in check. I love her so much in fact that I’m 9 chapters in, into her own story! I just wasn’t happy leaving her in the background and wanted to expand her character some more. The new book will also give you an insight into what Holly and Ryan have been up to since. I am aiming to have it published around Easter time.

And what is your favourite scene?

Ooh, let me think… there’s a few to be honest. For Holly, I’d say when she’s queuing to see Santa and is attacked by an elf… and for Ryan, the elf stake out. I laughed at both while writing them!

You’re a prolific author, aside from Christmas Pie Crescent, what your favourite book that you have written?

This is so tough! I have enjoyed writing all of them… but I think I’ll go with April’s Busman Holiday. It’s different from my previous books because whilst it’s still romantically themed, it’s also a whodunit. I just love April, her wit and humour and it was my first attempt at murder mystery. It was hard but so much fun! Book 2 How to catch a jewel thief will be out next year.

How will you be spending your Christmas this year?

At home with my husband and children and plenty of food and drink!

Finally what advice would you give an aspiring author?

Never give up! It’s a long winding road with so many learning curves. I’ve been at it for two years and I’m still learning. Negativity is never good and my first bad review felt like I’d been slapped in the face but then it made me realise without the bad, I wouldn’t know how to improve. It made me learn how to turn a negative into a positive and I think I have flourished and the good reviews make you realise why you do it.


Kerry Frith is a self-published author of The Cocktails & Tattoo series, Handbags at Dawn, April’s Busman Holiday (The Maxwell Mysteries #1) and her new up and coming festive funny, Christmas Pie Crescent. She’s an East London girl with a mad passion for writing. When she isn’t writing, she’s busy being a mum.

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Today I’ve got an extract from Jan Domagala and his book Ronin. Take a look and we’ll be showcasing more from this book tomorrow.




He stood on the Observation Lounge looking out at the vista of stars, waiting to die.

Out of the four volunteers for the special experimental programme, only he and Kurt Stryder were left alive. The other two, Summerfield and Watson, had died in circumstances too horrible to contemplate. Was this his fate too, to die like them?

He knew there were risks involved in the programme, a fact of any experimental programme but seeing those risks, seeing the consequences up close and personal made him doubt the validity of both the programme and his eagerness to enlist in it. It was too late to pull out now though, for the final round of tests had been completed. At least he had gotten that far, more than could be said for Summerfield or Watson.

Turning away from the large panoramic viewport he decided to return to his quarters. It was after midnight station time, which was synchronous with Earth Central Time. At this time of night only the night shift were working keeping this station, Research Station Five, operational. He walked towards his quarters, nothing more than a cubicle with a bed really, and he entered. He soon had disrobed placing his uniform in the wardrobe, the only other piece of furniture present in the Spartan quarters before climbing into the bed.

He was more tired than he had first thought and sleep came to him quickly. After a few hours sleep, he was suddenly awakened by a searing pain that ripped through his abdomen like a wildfire. He tumbled out of bed wrapped in the duvet that strangled his movements. He tried to stand but a wave of nausea engulfed him like a raging tide washing over the shore. He stumbled and steadied himself against the wardrobe to prevent falling on

the floor then activated the locking pad on the door. As it opened on a cushion of compressed air he threw himself out into the corridor beyond.

A series of hacking coughs wracked his body and when his sight returned he saw the wall he had leaned against for support was splattered with blood.

This was not good. This was how the other two started before they died.

He was afraid then and he screamed for help before another coughing fit took control.

He fell to the floor, his stomach heaving, the pain building to excruciating levels. As he lay on the floor he turned his head to see a pair of boots running toward him. He had never felt such pain and he was so weak he could hardly lift his head.

He felt someone cradle his head and he looked up into a pair of worried eyes.

He coughed once more spraying the shirt of whoever was holding him with blood before he succumbed to the darkness that had been creeping into his peripheral vision.

The man cradling his head accessed a comm channel via his Neural Interface.

When the call was connected he said, “Sir, Captain Bell

has just died.”


Kurt Stryder was taking a shower when his Neural Interface tingled, telling him a comm. channel had been accessed and a call was coming through to him.

“Go ahead,” he said. The NI automatically connected him to various networks, wherever he was on a starship, station or on a planet, whether it was comm. networks or the main computer on board. Effectively doing away with the need for external devices, the NI gave remote access to the same sources. Most Col Sec personnel were fitted with these NI’s and also, some private citizens who could afford the cost of surgery, and the device.

“Something’s happened to Bell,” General Sinclair said, his voice coming through as clear as if he stood next to him in the room.

“What, same as the others?” Stryder asked almost knowing the answer, which would make his own worst fear come true.

“I’m afraid so, just like Summerfield and Watson.”

“How long have I got?” Stryder asked, for he was part of the same project and now, the only remaining test subject left alive.

“There’s no guarantee that what happened to them will also happen to you. They assure me they’re doing everything in their power, to get to the bottom of this,” Sinclair said.

“Excuse me sir if I don’t feel reassured. What I don’t understand is, if we all had the procedure at the same time, why have the others died at different intervals?”

“That’s something they’re looking into, I can assure you. I want you to come to the main lab right away. There are some tests they want you to perform and I want you

under close surveillance at all times, until we get to the bottom of this.”

“Right, I’ll just finish my shower and be right there sir.”

“There’ll be an escort waiting at your door when you’re ready, Sinclair out.”

Stryder continued with his shower now that the tell tale tingle had left him, as the connection was severed.

All he could think of was, when would he die? He’d seen the reports of the first two deaths and they were horrible. He’d seen his fair share of death during combat and had caused enough of his own to warrant his participation in this project. This was supposed to help bring about the end of the needless death, or at the very least, help reduce it. He had thought that if the results of this project helped to save one life in the field, then whatever they had to endure would be worth it.

Now he wasn’t so sure. It didn’t seem right to sacrifice three lives, possibly more, to save only one life. The balance was off, and he had no idea how to redress it.

Finishing his shower, he dried off and quickly got dressed in his uniform of white shirt and dark blue trousers. The Col Sec emblem was on the patch pocket on his shirt, over his heart and the three pips of his rank of captain were on the epithets. He glanced in the mirror to ensure he was presentable, but what he saw disturbed him somewhat. His blond hair was cut to regulation length, not too short but trimmed neatly around ears that lay flat against the side of his head. High cheekbones gave evidence of his Nordic ancestry, as did his cobalt blue eyes. His normal, warm smile was missing now, replaced with a worried frown. Trying not to think about what could lie ahead, he went to the door.

As the door opened he saw his escort, two marines from Recon Delta. Delta was his old unit, the elite of Col Sec, which meant the General was taking this development

seriously. The marines promptly fell in behind him as he left his room.

Arriving at the main lab he was met by General Sinclair and Doctor Baxter, the two main men heading this project. General Sinclair was in overall command of Col Sec; both Recon Delta and Intelligence Division. Doctor Baxter was in charge of the lab.

“There you are Captain,” Sinclair said as Stryder entered the lab, flanked by his escort. Sinclair was in his fifties but still ram-rod stiff from his years in Col Sec. His brown hair was receding from a high forehead in a widow’s peak. Below that, his deep brown eyes were unfathomable, as was his normal, stoic expression. Thin lips rarely if ever, spread into a smile. It was said in some circles that, if Sinclair had ever indulged in playing poker, with his normal deadpan expression, he could have been wealthy beyond his dreams.

“Yes sir, I see you’ve beefed up the security somewhat,” Stryder replied with a sardonic smile.

“Yes I thought it about time.”

“Granted, but don’t you think it smacks of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted, just a little?”

“Your opinion is thus noted Captain, but Baxter here doesn’t share your sense of doom. Tell him Doctor.”

Stryder turned to the doctor not daring to hope. He said, “Tell me what, Doc?”

Baxter was smaller than the other men in the lab who were all professional soldiers standing between six feet one and six feet three inches tall, with lean hard physiques that had been honed through years of hard training. Baxter, however, was five feet ten inches tall, with a thin, reedy body that had rarely seen exercise. His mind though was as sharp as any blade known to man.

“Well Captain, you know as well as any on this project, that what we’ve witnessed, has been unprecedented and quite frankly, simply should not have happened…,” he

said, his slate grey eyes aglow with excitement. He ran his hand through his thinning, salt and pepper hair, and then pushed his spectacles up his aquiline nose, a habit of his when he was nervous, or excited.

“But it did happen, sir, three times now. The same every time. What I need to know is, when is it gonna be my turn and can you prevent it?” Stryder asked.

“But that’s just it, the same every time. All three died exactly the same.” said Baxter, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat.

“I understand that Doctor, what’s your point?”

“You know the basis of what we’re doing here, right? We’ve injected you all with a serum that would alter you genetically; to enhance your immune system, to give you the ability to heal faster and to aggressively attack toxins.”

“Yes sir, I was briefed fully at the induction, we all were.”

“And you agree that no two people’s d.n.a. is exactly the same?”

“Yes sir.”

“So why would the treatment affect three people in exactly the same manner, at different intervals, when it has been proven, that there are no toxins present in the serum?”

“I don’t know Doctor; you tell me, you’re the expert. No wait, you suspect foul play. How is that possible? I thought the facility was locked down tighter than an air lock in deep space”

“It is, but considering we are in deep space, that comment is redundant. Having said that, it’s the only explanation that fits the facts,” Baxter said.

“So what’re we gonna do sir?” Stryder asked, glancing at the general.

“You are going to continue with the program, leave the security of this facility to me,” Sinclair replied confidently.

“Do you have a list of suspects sir? I’d like to know so I can keep an eye out, or am I to be the bait?” Stryder asked.

“We’re looking into it Captain,” Sinclair said, giving nothing away as usual.

Stryder watched as Baxter turned to the General and said, “Tell him.”

“Tell me what sir? What is it you’re keeping from me?” Stryder asked suspiciously.

Sinclair stared at Baxter for a second, his eyes boring into him with repressed anger. Baxter was a civilian scientist working for Col Sec, but not directly under Sinclair’s command, otherwise that little outburst would not have happened. He looked away from the doctor then turned to face Stryder. There was a battle going on inside his head, Stryder could see that. When he came to a decision he said, “Okay, we suspect that Captain Howard may have something to do with all this.”

“Howard? Isn’t he in charge of security here?”

“Yes and we have to handle this carefully. If he has ties to the Alliance, then we need to find out. We’ll have to keep him under close surveillance but without alerting him to the fact we’re on to him. If he is our man and he gets wind of our suspicions, there’s no telling what he might do.”

“One thought has occurred to me sir, why is he going to so much trouble, when this project clearly doesn’t work?” Stryder asked.

“Excuse me?” Baxter replied indignantly, staring at the taller man as if he had insulted him.

“Well sir, if this serum is supposed to increase our immune system, to make us more able to fight off toxins, how is he killing us off one by one? All the testing we’ve undergone so far has been to see if it affected us on a physical level. As far as I can see, our immune system has not been tested yet. Surely if a poison or toxin of some sort has been used shouldn’t the serum have neutralised it?” Stryder explained with no trace of malice.

Baxter’s expression softened a little. He said, “That again, is something of a mystery. You were right to point out about the testing. We had to ensure that the serum had no debilitating effects on your abilities to perform as a soldier. In fact, in your case Captain, it had quite the opposite effect; it actually increased your strength and stamina. I’m sure you’re aware that your endurance levels have increased by twenty five per cent.”

Stryder expressed mild surprise and a little bewilderment.

“To be honest Doc, I thought you were taking it easy on me, well on us, actually. I never realised it was just me, we never tested together. I just put it down to my training in Recon Delta being harder than what you put us through.” He paused then asked, “But why me?”

Baxter had no answer for him other than a shake of his head and a bemused expression. When he spoke his voice displayed his frustration.

“We’ve encountered so many variables that that were, to be honest, unexpected. Each test subject has had a different reaction to the serum, however small. You, it seems Captain, are the only one to exhibit any positive reaction to the serum. It seems the serum did not affect the immune system of the first three. In fact, once the autopsy results are in on Bell, I’m sure it will confirm my earlier findings, that their immune system, actually saw the serum as a threat, and destroyed it.”

“How is that possible sir, and what does it mean for me? Am I in danger from it?” Stryder asked a little concerned.

“On the contrary, it seems to have increased your metabolism, now all we need to do in order to get it to increase your immune system. We need to get it to attach itself onto your DNA to affect your immune system genetically; otherwise it could be perceived as a threat by

your body’s defences and be destroyed by the very thing it seeks to improve.”

“And how on earth do you intend to do that?”

“I’ve developed a nano serum, billions of tiny robots programmed to attach the serum to the specific strand of your d.n.a. We just inject it into your bloodstream and they get to work. We should see results within a very short time.” Baxter said smiling and almost rubbing his hands together in glee at the prospect of this new development.

“Billions of tiny robots Doc? I’m no scientist but how have you programmed so many, in such a short space of time,”

“We’ve been working on nano bots for many years. They’re used extensively throughout the medical profession as I’m sure you’re aware. Programming them was relatively easy; they work in series you see. If you programme one, it passes that data along to the rest almost instantaneously.”

“When are you planning on—” Stryder stopped short when he saw Baxter reach for a syringe.

“Right now Captain, roll up your sleeve please.”

Before he knew it the injection had been administered and he was pulling down his sleeve again.

“How soon Doc, before you know? What can I expect?” he asked, unsure of what would happen next.

“Not sure really, but the nano bots should get to work immediately. As to the question whether you’ll feel anything, I wouldn’t expect so. Remember this is taking place at the genetic level so the changes should go unnoticed until the immune system is threatened.”

“So what you’re saying basically, is that I won’t know if it’s worked until I get injured?” Stryder asked.

“Well, I suppose that’s somewhat true, yes,” Baxter replied seeming a little unsure.

“You don’t sound too confident Doctor.” Sinclair said.

“We’re not dealing with absolutes here, we’re into uncharted waters. This has never been attempted before and quite frankly, until we get some sort of results, until we can test this, I don’t know what to expect.”

“Forgive me Doc if I don’t feel reassured.” Stryder said.

“If it works though, just think of the potential. Think of the lives we’ll be able to save.” Baxter said, pushing his spectacles up his nose again.

“Going back to my earlier question about Howard sir, why is he going to so much trouble to kill us all off? Does he know something about this that we don’t, or is the Alliance so afraid that we may be on to something, that they’re desperate to stop us at any cost?”

“It’s no secret that they are desperate to prevent us gaining any sort of advantage over them and if they can’t duplicate our research, then the safest thing to do is either discredit it or destroy it,” Sinclair said.

“If he’s in charge of security won’t he be pissed off that you brought in Recon Delta to take over?”

“Oh, I do hope so,” Sinclair said with an uncharacteristically smug smirk.

“I get it, you want to rattle his cage and force him to make a mistake.”

“Of course,” Sinclair said.

“So, not only am I a guinea pig, but I’m bait now as well?” Stryder said.

Baxter looked from him over to Sinclair, then down to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact with him. The General though, had no trouble at all looking at him.

“Don’t feel guilty Doc, I’m first and always a soldier, this comes with the territory,” Stryder said never taking his eyes off Sinclair.

“You got that right Captain; this is what you signed up for,” Sinclair said coldly.

“Yeh! The life in Recon Delta, it’s not just a job, it’s an adventure.” said Stryder.


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The Fall

Take a look at this book trailer from L Sommers’ The Fall.



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Seasons of Fate

Who fancies a bit of Romance? Take a look at the blurb for Seasons of Fate by Avery E Greene and let us know what you think.

‘My life had been difficult, I had dealt with emotional and physical abuse for years, but fate finally decided to step in and introduce me to the life I should have always had, with the person who made me whole and who woke me up.

Mason’s life had been great, his family was loving and supportive. He had the dream career, but being in the spotlight was not his idea of the perfect life, practically a recluse, fate decided now was his time.

When Mason Stone meets Summer Clarke, it’s fate, but can Mason win the heart of the only woman he’s ever met who makes him feel alive, will Summer let him? Or is she too broken to know the signs? Can fate really bring you to the one you were always supposed to love


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Conquering Your Goliaths

It’s been a quiet week so far, but I have an interview from Kathryn Elizabeth Jones to entertain you. Kathryn is talking about her book Conquering Your Goliaths. Enjoy!

Virginia Bean is your leading character, can you tell us about her?

Virginia is a single woman, in her mid-thirties, who has just lost her job. She is somewhat preoccupied with the finer things of life, (how she looks, what she drives, etc.) and only begins to ‘see’ as she begins her journey with God and David’s five stones which represent listening, trust, optimism, tenacity and constancy.

What is Goliath?

Goliath in the story represents the Goliath of old who faces small David on the battlefield. David has gathered the five stones (mentioned above) from a small streambed, and has placed them in his pouch. With his sling and stones he is now ready to face the mammoth Goliath. It is interesting that David might have only picked up one stone, because all it took in the end was one stone to defeat Goliath. But in David’s life, as in our own, our faith might need a little work, and thus, the five stones to prepare an individual to defeat his/her goliath.

Where is this story set?

The story is set in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Not much goes on there, however, but Idaho is Ms. Virginia Bean’s home. She is not going to move away; and with the five stones in which she later receives from God, Virginia is indeed happy she stuck this one out.

Are there any other characters you can tell us about?

Virginia meets with God, and though this might have been a frightening experience for her, she soon discovers the kindness of God’s heart, and how much He wants for her. She is never alone, even when she believes herself to be. When she meets Paul, all of Virginia’s problems are suddenly amplified, but the journey doesn’t end for Ms. Virginia Bean, and she discovers that great friends are merely God’s way of keeping her on the path.

Can you share your favourite passage from the book?

Sure. “It is time,” (the stone) said, “for you to return to God.”

A shaft of sunlight came through the window at just that moment and Virginia knew that the words were not only real, but true. They rested in her heart and spoke to her about her potential as a pure daughter of the birthright.

Conquering Your Goliaths has been described as a self-help book described as fiction. What can readers learn from this story?

They will learn that conquering any goliath takes time and effort, but that none of it has to be done forever alone. God is there, He loves each of his children, and He will help them. All we need to do is ask, listen to His direction, trust in His words, remain optimistic even when life gets dark, keep going and never forget that He is walking beside us.

Conquering Your Goliaths is a Christian parable, is this a book specifically for Christians or is this a story for people from all faiths?

The book is for Christians primarily, and for those open to hearing God.

This book has incredible reviews, what would you say are the main selling points of this story?

The book is short (just over 100 pages), but is packed with powerful truths to help an individual with his/her walk with God. We should not be afraid of God, rather, we should see Him as our greatest friend, for He loves us without fail, He never sleeps, and He never goes on vacation. He is always there for each of us.

And finally what is next for Kathryn Elizabeth Jones?

My next book is planned for release a year from now. The title, Heaven 24/7, will share how to live on this earth, and, at the same time, reach for the stars. It will be a compilation of modern day parables showing faith in God and living according to our birthright.

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Desperately Seeking Shemale

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Cindy left her house shortly after arriving home from work that evening. She promised her best friend, Katie, that she would make a pot of jambalaya to bring over when she visited this weekend. Looking through her ads on the counter, she noticed that Macho Mart had the sausage she needed on sale, buy-one-get-one free. “BOGO!” she exclaimed to her empty kitchen. She grabbed her keys and ran out of the door.

            Cindy ran through the rain back to her car. She sat in the driver’s seat, realizing she left her jacket inside and now her NY Jets shirt was all wet. It was OK, since it was her black one. Rather than ironically run through the rain again to get her coat, she put her key in the ignition and drove off.


            Ron had finished saving the world one report at a time by two o’clock, and now he was busy cleaning it up one aisle at a time. He was trying to focus on the tedious task at hand to avoid dwelling on the “conversation” with his wife last night. Continuing the fight to dodge against the slow passage of time, he studiously avoided eye contact with any clock in his presence. Days like today, time slows to cold molasses the more you watch it tick by. The best thing to do was to let the shitty grocery store music hypnotize him as he restocked the store’s rapidly dwindling stock of BOGO sausages. Since they put it on sale, he couldn’t keep it on the shelves. The people of North Haven loved their sausage.

            While punching a box he’d just emptied to flatten it, he looked up to see a mother and son walking towards him. The boy appeared to be around the same age as his daughter, and he was instantly thrown back into his earlier ruminations about the daughter too far away to see (even if she had wanted to see him). The boy had on a pajama set that made him look like a giraffe from head to toe. He was even wearing the hood of the outfit, making the transformation to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle reject complete. Suddenly, Ron realized he’d stared at the kid too long, and his mother was leveling a dirty look at the creepy old man. They passed him without a backwards glance, taking two packages of sausage with them.

            “Don’t be pissed at me,” Ron muttered under his breath as he opened a fresh box of sausages. “I’m not the one who dressed your damn kid like Silence of the Giraffes in public.” Behind him, a woman’s barely stifled giggles surprised him enough to pucker his asshole. To his delighted relief, the red-head behind him was trying to smother a brilliant smile as she faced Ron. Ron smiled back, wishing he had something to say.

            “Is that the sausage that’s on sale this week?” she asked, somehow suppressing her mirth.

            “Oh yeah”, Ron replied, holding a box in his hand. “I’m the guy with the sausage.”

            Thank God, he thought. That comment could have gotten him fired as easily as it earned him a smile. The woman couldn’t have been older than twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with shoulder-length dark red hair and nails to match. She wore a black Jets t-shirt, and from the way the material clung to her gorgeous breasts, she’d obviously gotten rained on. Chilled by the grocery store’s air conditioning and sausage coolers, he watched as goose bumps stole up her arms, and, like magic, her nipples harden into perfect little heads under her shirt. Her breasts looked like a perfect handful. There was a stirring in Ron’s pants he usually saved for his various Internet adventures. He gulped and tried to ignore the stirring.

            “Well now,” she said, blushing a bit. “You think I can take some of those sausages off your hands, or are you just going to stand there holding them all night?”

            “You sure can,” Ron said smiling like a goon. He handed the woman over the package of sausage he was about to shelve. “Here you go. I like a lady with a bit of sausage.” Ron wished his over-tired brain processed that last sentence before he just blurted it out. Whether he was overworked or stressed or any number of things, Ron had just stepped in it big time if she didn’t smile at that. Less than a second must have passed, but it felt like forever. Please smile again, he thought.

            She did smile (finally). “Wow,” she said with a goon-like smile of her own that Ron thought lit up her face. “I usually don’t get this kind of service here from someone handling my meat.”

            “I’m only a part time meat handler when I’m not office jockeying. I’m Ron by the way.”

            “Cindy,” she said, smiling widely. “It’s really nice to meet you, Ron.”

            “Likewise,” Ron said. “If you ever anything else, I’ll be glad to help. I know plenty about produce too.”

            “No produce tonight, Ron,” said Cindy. “I’m just a lady after a bit of sausage. It was really nice meeting you. Maybe next time I’ll catch you in produce and we can talk about cucumbers.” Cindy gave Ron one last perverted smile.

            “I’m partial to the zucchini myself,” Ron said returning the perverted smile.

            “Well then…” Cindy paused, apparently waiting for something or deciding on whether or not to add something else to the short conversation. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

            “I guess so,” Ron said as Cindy began to leave. “Have a good night and thank you for shopping at Macho Mart.”

            Cindy turned and laughed before almost knocking over a cardboard display of crackers (2 for $4!). Ron watched her for a minute. Not that bad from the back either, he thought. As if she heard the thought, Cindy turned around one more time, and gave him a little wave before getting in line to check out. Ron went back to work, happily handling sausage.


            Cindy drove home still giggling to herself about the short conversation she had with Ron over sausage in the Macho Mart meat department. She wanted to kick herself for pausing while deciding to add something else, but she decided to just say goodbye and check out with her sausage.

            Cindy usually didn’t stop and flirt with men she just met. For her, it could lead to disaster. Ron was a nice enough guy and cute too (maybe if he shaved and did a bit of exercising, he’d clean up nice at least), but it was better for her to keep her distance. Some of the comments he’d made had charmed her at first, but suddenly she felt uneasy about them.

            How could he know? she thought as she drove her Camry home to her parking space outside of her two-bedroom condo in Hamden near the North Haven town line.

            Cindy’s phone began buzzing in her purse as she walked in the door, putting the plastic bag containing the sausage on her counter. She saw that it was Katie, and she answered. “Hi,” she said. “What’s up?”

            “Just seeing how the jambalaya is coming along,” Katie said. “We’re looking forward to it this weekend.”

            “I haven’t started yet,” Cindy said. “I have days and days before the weekend is here. Stop riding me!” Katie was Cindy’s best friend, and they knew everything about each other. She could tell Katie about her run in with the sausage guy from Macho Mart. Why not? It as funny, after all.

            “The weirdest thing happened to me today,” Cindy said, adding a little mirth to her voice.

            “What?” Katie asked, excitedly. “Tell me!”

            “Well,” Cindy said, drawing the conversation out for drama’s sake. “I was at Macho Mart and -” Cindy stopped herself as she looked at the bag she put on her counter with the package of sausage that the guy named Ron had handed her.

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            “Oh shit!” Cindy exclaimed. “I forgot to get my free sausage!”

The Warrior’s Stone (part two)

Matthew O Duncan has very kindly provided us with another extract from his book The Warrior’s Stone. What do you think?

Katreena picked a wild flower and brought it up to her nose to smell its unique scent. “It is funny. Lately my dreams have felt more real than ever before. I can feel everything; experience tastes and smells I have never known before and…”

“And what?” Roy asked.

“And dare to do or say things I never could when awake.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like talk to a strange man that I have not been formally introduced to, read my favorite book to; look into his eyes and…”


“And allow him to see that I find him…,” she still felt the need to choose her words carefully, “…interesting.”

Roy couldn’t help laugh a little bit. “Well, I find you very interesting as well,” he said as he took her hand into his and gently caressed it. “So you are saying that you have some freedoms in this dream world that you don’t have in the real world?”

She pulled her hand away. “Freedoms yes, but I did not say liberties.”

“Would you allow me to pay you a compliment that I might not be able to when we are awake?”

“That depends on the complement.”

“Would you allow me to say that you are beautiful?” she didn’t answer He moved a little closer. “Or that you have the most amazing eyes I have ever seen?” She tried not to smile but could not help it. Yet she still did not answer. “May I tell you how amazed I am at your spirit of generosity and compassion?” He moved even closer and looked into her eyes. “Would I be out of line to tell you how impressed I am at your skills and knowledge? I have never known anyone who knew and understood so much about the world around them and how to use it to their advantage.” Her lips began to tremble as he moved close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. “Would you be horribly offended if I told you that you are the first woman whom I have found so overwhelmingly attractive in many, many years?”

“Sir, I believe you have said enough.” she said feeling quite overwhelmed herself by the complements and moved back a bit.

“That wasn’t an answer to my question.” he said moving closer to her.

“I shall not answer.”

“Then let me ask another. If this is a dream and everything that happens doesn’t really happen, then if I kiss you would the kiss have never happened?”

She thought about it for a moment and then said. “It would be inappropriate for me to kiss you.”

“I didn’t ask you to kiss me.”

“You did not?”

“No, I was asking if you would let it happen if I was to kiss you.”

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The Warrior’s Stone

Today I’ve got an exclusive from The Warrior’s Stone by Matthew O Duncan. Have a read!

The water was shallow and running fast. It didn’t do much to break Roy’s fall adding gashes and broken bones to his already beaten up body. In the roar of white water, the rushing river tossed him around every which way. If he hadn’t grasped onto an old log that was part way across the river with his good arm he would have drowned. A voice rang out in his head. “Don’t Give Up! Don’t Give In! It’s not over until you decide it’s over.” It was the memory of his father coaching him in the Mile High Marathon when he was seventeen. “It’s not over until you decide it’s over.” The words referred to life as much as anything else. With a desperate determination to live, he pulled himself along the side of the log to the shore and got himself mostly out of the water before collapsing on his back.

Unable to move his neck more than a few inches, he looked around the best he could. The animal was nowhere to be seen. He figured it was either killed in the fall or gave up the chase. Either way, for the moment, the danger was over. Trying to collect his thoughts, he thought about what he needed to do next to survive.

“Okay, I dropped my gun. That’s going to make it hard to hunt for food or start a fire.” The pain was intense, but talking through it helped him to focus. “Dropped the emergency pack so I don’t have any food, med equipment, palm computer or communicator. Need to find some…” he couldn’t stay focused. The pain was too great; he was bleeding internally and losing feeling in his legs. Unable to sit up, or even roll over, all he could do was look up at the sky. The binary suns shown through the trees along with a large half moon and two smaller half moons. Despite the multiple objects in the sky, it reminded him of home. The green lush forest and the sound of the river were very familiar. A short cut through Bear Canyon Park, he used to take on his way home from school as a boy. Taking a bit of comfort believing that his last moments would be looking up at a blue sky through green trees, he then thought of his father’s words trying to encourage him to go on, but he didn’t have enough strength left to even lift his head.

“Sorry Dad. I tried. I really did.”

Then, everything went black.

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