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Update

For some time now I’ve been meaning to update the About and My Books pages of this blog. Well I’ve finally got around to doing so! The updated pages can be found here http://newauthoronline.com/my-books/ and http://newauthoronline.com/about/

Prostitute and Client

Purveyor of fantasies and lust without love you stand. Lonely men are tempted to forget themselves becoming lost in your barren land. Frantic couplings attempting to numb the pain, after lust the void returns again. Emptiness calls to emptiness, pain without end, no broken hearts in your arms can thee mend.

Read Before Publishing!

A lesson to all writers to check our writing carefully prior to publishing (see the use of a word other than the intended one, gum in this article http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2290084/Chew-wont-believe-Milton-Keynes-set-town-Britain-ban-chewing-gum.html).

East is east and west is west

We sit eating Chinese food. You young, beautiful and vivacious full of a zest for life, me interested in your story, fighting to remain detached.

Your American accent intrigues me. Educated in an American school in Pakistan you exude the sophistication of a modern western girl. Your head is uncovered your manner warm and free. “I love the west, I am free here not like in Pakistan. I will wear a head scarf later in life”. Will you I wonder and if so will it be of your own choice or due to family or societal pressure.

You love your freedom but are constrained by fear, “I got drunk five times, I won’t do it again as it disrespects my parents”. There are many good reasons for not getting drunk, I think but not offending one’s parents comes low down the list.

If you return to Pakistan you will, almost certainly marry according to your parent’s wishes. I hope your vivacity will not be crushed under the weight of a boorish husband. It is your affair, I should stay aloof but the stifling of the individual in the name of culture or religion revolts me.

Limbo

It is often said that if people are happy with a product or service they will rarely express their approbation. In contrast where individuals are dissatisfied they will complain vociferously. Looking at the sales of my book, Samantha during it’s free promotion in the Kindle store I see that 96 copies have been downloaded, however as of approximately 20 minutes ago none of those downloaders have left a review or rating. What am I, the author to make of this?

The promotion ran from 3-7 March so it is still early days (Amazon sends e-mails to customers asking if they would like to review books which they have purchased and it is possible that these will prompt purchasers to leave a review or rating), however I know from my own purchasing habits that although I frequently mean to review a book I’ve read I often don’t get round to doing so. When Samantha first appeared on my blog I received a number of likes and encouraging comments which where (and are) much appreciated, however the lack of feedback from purchasers leaves me in limbo not knowing what people think of Samantha. I enjoy writing and will continue to write with or without feedback. However it would still be nice to hear from purchasers of Samantha either via reviews on Amazon or by comments on this blog.

 

Kevin

Free Book Promotion Closes on 7 March

The free promotion of my book, Samantha ends on 7 March at approximately 12:59 am. To obtain Samantha free please visit http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362601681&sr=8-1&keywords=k+morris+samantha.

Forever in search of the new

Yesterday (5 March) I popped into my local independent book shop in search of a present for Easter not entailing Cadburys cream eggs! Having purchased a book on the Dinosaurs in Crystal Palace park I fell into conversation with the book shop’s owner. I asked whether the growth in ebooks was impacting on his business. Somewhat to my surprise he replied that he haden’t noticed a fall off in business, he had, however seen a rise in the sale of graphical (picture books). I speculated that the growth in sales of this particular type of literature perhaps stemmed from the low attention span which can flow from excessive use of the internet and he agreed.

The above conversation reminded me of an earlier post on this blog (http://newauthoronline.com/2013/02/02/going-to-hell-in-a-hand-cart/) in which I pointed to the growth in website hopping, the practice entailing the surfer inanely clicking on links with no particular purpose in mind. I argued that this constant search for new and exciting content fosters a spirit of instant gratification and a shallow view of the world. In contrast reading entails concentration and yes, on occasions cudgelling one’s brains in order to comprehend what the author is driving at. In contrast to the inanity which can flow from web surfing reading fosters a deep appreciation for the world in which we live.

To return to my visit to the book shop, perhaps this obsession with the internet is leading to a breakdown in concentration whereby people find it difficult to read anything other than short novels or works containing lots of illustrations. I certainly hope that this is not the case.

Returning to the subject of ebooks, my latest book, Samantha is currently free in the Kindle store (the offer ends on 7 March). For Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI

Sabina

Sabina gazed in awe at the waves as they came rushing into the beach. Swish, swish the sound was magical to a girl who had been brought up in a mountainous village in Pakistan. The golden sand said touch me. Kneeling Sabina picked up a handful and let the sand trickle through her hands. It was soft and warm.

Sabina glanced around. No one was watching. Tentatively she removed the clumpy shoes and black socks. The sand caressed her naked feet. For the first time in her life Sabina felt alive. The wind pulled at her Hijab. Looking around again Sabina saw only the vast beach stretching away empty other than for the presence of the seagulls which screeched overhead. Removing the Hijab she tied it around her waist. The wind blew Sabina’s long black hair the tresses obscuring her face. She smiled, “Wind I want to be free like you. Carry me away to another world” Sabina thought. The strong gusts lifted her long skirts, the sun felt wonderful on her legs.

Sabina waided into the sea hitching up her skirt as she did so. The water was a little cold but the sea felt lovely as the waves splashed against her naked skin.

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Sabina had moved straight from Pakistan to the English coastal town of Blackpool. One day she was a teenager gossiping with her friends around the village well, the next she was introduced to Mohammed from the UK as her future husband. “Sabina he has a business. He is a good man, you will have a better life in the UK than you can have here in Pakistan” her mother had said. Sabina had wept and pleaded but all to no avail the marriage took place one week after she had been introduced to Mohammed and only two days after the ceremony the couple boarded a plane for the UK.

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n  Sabina tried to be a good wife. She cooked, cleaned and helped Mohammed serve the customers in his mini supermarket. What had she to complain of? Nothing for Mohammed was kind and considerate. He never raised his voice or ill treated Sabina in any way. The truth was Sabina didn’t love him. Mohammed was 50 while she had only just turned 18. She felt her vivacity stifled. Sabina’s world consisted of the shop, regular visits to the mosque and little else. She glanced admiringly at the young ladies in their short skirts and high heels when they popped into the shop to buy cigarettes or alcohol. “What would it be like to go clubbing, to be held in the arms of a man I love” she pondered. Sabina tried to drown out these thoughts by taking refuge in the Quran. She was a modest muslim girl, her duty was to her husband this fantasising must cease Sabina told herself.

John was tall with dark hair and hazel eyes. He always smiled at Sabina and when she handed him his newspaper their fingers touched for longer than was strictly necessary. A spark shot through Sabina. Feelings which had never been stirred before began to stir. She blushed with confusion her cheeks burning bright red. This is wrong, you are a married lady. Islam teaches that you must be a dutiful wife to your husband Sabina told herself. Another voice said “don’t you have as much right as anyone else to be happy. Look at the western women holding hands and laughing with their partners, why shouldn’t you enjoy the same happiness as they do? These European women don’t have their lives mapped out for them by their families, they choose their path in life. Why shouldn’t you have the same right?”

When Mohammed’s father was taken ill it was Mohammed who went to Blackburn to take care of the dying man leaving Sabina in charge of the shop. His father’s wife had died several years earlier and being the only child it fell to Mohammed to look after the rapidly failing man.

Sabina saw the wintry sun shining through the open shop door. “I have no life. I’ve never even visited the beach” she told herself. On an impulse she locked the shop and headed in what she thought was the direction of the beach.

“The ocean goes on forever, vast and powerful.no one controls the sea. Ocean I envy you” Sabina said as she paddled in the emerald green water.

A gentle hand touched her cheek, “Hello Sabina, I didn’t expect to see you here” John said. Sabina’s grasp of English was rather patchy, however she guessed at his meaning. I should pull away, no man other than my husband should touch me Sabina thought. Instead she shyly took John’s hand, “I’ve never seen this before. I wanted to see it” she said pointing at the vast expanse of ocean. John bent down, retrieved a large shell and handing it to Sabina said “Hold this to your ear”. “it’s the sea” Sabina exclaimed. “Yes it’s my gift to you. When you hold it to your ear think of me and the sea” John said softly kissing Sabina on the lips. Sabina felt she should resist but something deep in her soul cried out for this man. She made no resistance as John lead her to a cove out of site of the beach.

Afterwards Sabina lay with her head cradled on John’s shoulder. “I can’t go back to him” she said. “No my love we belong together” John replied pulling Sabina close his hands gently caressing her face.

 

The end

The Lives of Sex Workers

My book, Samantha has now entered it’s third day of it’s free promotion in the Amazon Kindle store. Sales have been steady (47 copies downloaded when I last checked approximately 10 minutes ago). If you have or are intending to download Samantha I would appreciate it if you would please consider leaving a review in the Kindle store or, alternatively by commenting on this post.

Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam escape the world of mental and physical abuse  which constitutes her daily existence or will she end up floating in the freezing waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks? For Samantha please visit the following link http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI. You may also be interested in The First Time, in which we meet Becky, a young graduate who enters the world of escorting as a professional escort in order to pay off her debts. For The First Time please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-First-Time-ebook/dp/B00AIK0DD6.

Samantha By K Morris Now Free In The Kindle Store

On 24 February I published Samantha which tells the story of a young girl forced into sex slavery in the city of Liverpool. For a limited period (3-7 March) Samantha is available free in the Kindle store. For further information please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362325153&sr=8-1 or http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1362325885&sr=8-2&keywords=samantha+k+morris