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June 10, 2013
The free promotion of Samantha ends on 11 June
The free promotion of my story, Samantha on Amazon ends at approximately 12 pm on Tuesday 11 June. To download Samantha free of charge please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.
Anyone for Tea?
One of the great pleasures in life, other than a few pints with close friends, in convivial surroundings, is a nice hot cup of tea. When writing I often sit with a cup of tea close to hand and, from time to time I pause momentarily, remove my fingers from the keyboard and enjoy a sip of that refreshing beverage. I like my tea with milk and although I have tried to give up sugar, on occasions I succumb to temptation and put sugar in my beverage.
I love tea accept when it goes all over my laptop. Tea and laptops really don’t mix but despite my best of intensions yesterday wasn’t the first time (and it won’t be the last) when I send my favourite hot beverage splish sploshing all over my laptop, desktop and the papers scattered all over my desk. Well the laptop needed a clean anyway and the tea followed by the wipe down with a damp cloth and kitchen towel should have done the trick.
Anyone for a cuppa? I’m just off to make one.
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June 9, 2013
TWO 4 STAR REVIEWS OF SAMANTHA WHICH IS CURRENTLY FREE IN THE KINDLE STORE
My book, Samantha is currently available free from Amazon. A reviewer of Samantha writes on amazon.co.uk as follows:
“This is an exciting story, well written with some good Liverpool background. The main characters are well brought to life. Samantha, the student from a
good background, drugged and date-raped by a pimp, seems credible.
Some of the strands haven’t been tied up at the end and maybe that’s just what the author intended.
The book is quite short and you can read it in one sitting. Because it is so readable you may want to do just that.
I recommend it.”
PS One or two pages seem to have got out of order but I’ve had this trouble before with Kindle”.
To see the review and download Samantha free from amazon.co.uk please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.
On checking Samantha’s page today I came across the following review of my story on amazon.com:
“This is a well-written, enjoyable short story, with an ending that leaves something to the
imagination. Suspenseful, realistic and fairly easy to believe. The course of true love
certainly does not run straight….”.
To see the review on amazon.com or to download Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.com/product-reviews/B00BL3CNHI/ref=cm_cr_dp_syn_footer?k=Samantha&showViewpoints=1.
The Blackmailer Part 2
Below is Part 2 of my story, The Blackmailer. For Part 1 please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/06/08/the-blackmailer-part-1/
There was a knock on the office door
“Come in” Charles said.
The door opened admitting Pamela, Charles’s secretary and a man who he had never met before.
“This is Mister Thompson the gentleman with clothing designs to show you” Pamela said.
“Ah yes. Please to meet you” Charles said extending his hand. Mister Thompson’s Grip was virtually non existent. His limp clammy hand sat like a wet fish in Charles’s strong grip. Charles gut reaction was to reach for one of the tissues which stood in a box on his desk and wipe his visitor’s perspiration off his hand. It was with great difficulty that he restrained himself from doing so.
“Please take a seat. Can I offer you tea or coffee?”
Mister Thompson shook his head.
“Thank you Pamela, I’ll call when I’ve finished” Charles said. Pamela smiled and closed the door as she returned to her office. Charles was a good boss, generous and kind to a fault Pamela thought as she sat down at her desk.
“You told Pamela when you called that you have an innovative and unique design for women’s clothing in which you think my company might be interested”.
“Oh you will be interested in what I have”
“In what you have? The company only deals in the manufacture of clothes so if your designs are for anything other than garments you will, I am afraid need to take your business elsewhere” Charles said a look of puzzlement flitting across his face.
Wordlessly Mister Thompson passed a bulky envelope across to Charles. Charles extracted a number of photographs. He stirred in puzzlement at the first picture which showed a young girl in school uniform.
“The company doesn’t sell school uniforms although, I suppose that we might consider doing so if my marketing people are convinced that there is a market out there. Did you get your daughter to model the uniform?”
“Don’t you recognise her?”
“Recognise her?” Charles said his brow creasing in perplexity.
“Look at the other photographs”.
Charles placed the picture of the schoolgirl on his desk and turned to the next photograph. It showed a double bed with a couple having penetrative sex. The girl’s face and that of her companion where clearly visible. it was the same girl as in the previous picture and, oh sweet Christ the man was undoubtedly him.
“How did you get these? How old is she?” Charles asked pointing to the girl.
“It doesn’t matter how I got them. The girl has not long turned sixteen. Funny how you didn’t recognise her with her clothes on isn’t it. See here (he said handing a document to Charles) that is a birth certificate”.
Charles took the document. His hands shook so violently that he could hardly keep the paper steady enough to decipher the words. The certificate showed that Amanda Jenkins (the girl known to Charles as Mandy) was indeed sixteen. Charles was shocked to the very core of his being. The girl had been in a bar and with that plastering of make-up he had assumed, quite naturally that she was at least 18-years-old and, more likely in her early 20’s. He knew that the age of consent was sixteen so he haden’t broken any laws, that did not however stop the feelings of guilt. He would never knowingly have slept with such a young girl and the fact that he had done so made him feel physically ill. What would the board think? They might well ask for his resignation if the facts became public, however as the major shareholder in the company he could, Charles felt weather the storm What about Catherine? His marriage was already on the rocks but this would no doubt be the final straw which broke the cammal’s back.
“Get out” Charles said rising to his feet.
Mister Thompson didn’t move.
“Get out or I’ll have you thrown out” Charles said his face turning red with anger.
“So you are happy for it to become public that you get your kicks from screwing 16-year-old schoolgirls?”
“I haven’t broken any laws. She is above the age of consent. Now get out or I’ll personally kick you out!”
“Like so many other people you don’t know the law Mr Myers. The girl is, indeed legal, however under the Sexual Offences Act 2003it is illegal to pay for sex with a person who is over the age of consent but below 18-years-of-age. You have committed a criminal offence and, if it comes out you will in all probability go to prison. Look here is a photograph of someone who looks remarkably like you handing over £800 to the young lady” Mister Thompson said flicking through the photographs until he came to one which showed Charles giving the money to Mandy.
The colour drained out of Charles’s face and he sank back into his chair.
“But I didn’t know. I genuinely didn’t know that she was only sixteen”.
“Ignorance of the law is no excuse. The courts take a very dim view of those who exploit child prostitutes and girls and boys aged 16-18 are considered children under the law. Lets not talk of courts though, I’m sure that we, as civilised human beings can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement”.
“You want money?” Charles felt stupid as soon as the words left his mouth. Of course this despicable piece of pond life wanted money, why else would he have taken those filthy pictures. “How much do you want?” Charles asked.
“Half a million and don’t tell me that you can’t afford it because, quite frankly I know you can”.
Charles did some rapid calculations. He could afford the sum in question but it would mean selling company shares or one of the paintings which hung in his home. Shares would be best but how did he know that, having paid Mister Thompson or whatever his real name was, the man wouldn’t come back asking for more.
“And that will be the end of it? You will destroy all the photographs?”
“Yes, once I have the cash you can have all the photographs and the computer disks”.
Charles knew that even if Mister Thompson did provide the photographs and any medium on which copies where stored such as USB drives he could never be sure that the pictures where not still sitting on a computer hard drive somewhere, however he was trapped, he had no choice other than to exceed to the blackmailer’s demands.
I’ll need a week or so to get the money. I will have to sell some shares”.
“You have until Friday. I’ll come to your office then”.
Charles nodded. Mister Thompson gathered up the photographs and returned them to their envelope.
“I guess our business is concluded”
Charles reached for the extension on his desk
“Pamela show Mister Thompson out please”
Pamela entered and Mr Thompson followed her out of the room.
“I hope that it was a productive meeting” Pamela said smiling at Mister Thompson as they travelled down in the lift.
“Indeed, very productive” he responded with a smile.
June 8, 2013
The Blackmailer (Part 1)
Charles Anthony Myers gazed morosely into his beer. It was his fifth pint but the alcohol was signally failing to relax him. On the face of it Charles’s life was perfect. At only 35 he was the CEO of a major clothing manufacturer, he drove a Rols and lived in a beautiful Edwardian mantion with 200 acres of grounds. Many people would, he knew give their eye teeth to swap places with him. Yet Charles was deeply unhappy. His career might be a glittering success but his marriage was well and truly holed below the water line. When was the last time that he and Katie had been intimate? He couldn’t remember, maybe six months ago, perhaps longer. They still slept together in that huge double bed which had, at the beginning of their marriage shaken to the rhythm of the couple’s nightly bouts of passion. No longer, now Katie always had an excuse.
“Sorry Darling, not tonight I have a headache” or
“Not now I’m tired”.
Charles was sick of the feel of Katie’s back pressed against him. He longed to hold her tenderly as they had held one another at the beginning of their marriage, to feel Katie’s firm young breasts pressed against his chest and her soft yieldingmouth upon his.
It wasn’t just the sex. They no longer communicated save for “good morning” and other pleasantries which one would exchange with strangers. Yes the spark had well and truly gone out of their marriage Charles thought as he drained his pint.
“Hi can I sit here?”
Charles glanced up to see a petite blonde with green eyes smiling at him.
“By all means. Actually I was just on the point of leaving so the table is all yours”.
“Shame as I’m here all by myself. I was supposed to be meeting my boyfriend here but the bastards stood me up again. Just as I walked through the door I got a text saying that he can’t make it because he needs to work late. Work late, bollocks he has another girl, I know he has. Well he can go and screw himself”.
Charles winced at the girl’s expletive ridden tirade. He was on the point of excusing himself but the possibility of spending time with this gorgeous young woman caused him to hesitate. God she really was something. Try as he might Charles could not pull his eyes away from the girl’s slim bare legs and her high heels. He loved stilettos and the girl’s black shoes sent a tingle of excitement up his spine. She leaned forward her pert breasts pressing against the fabric of her short summer dress
“Please stay” she said.
The scent of jasmin mixed with the girl’s own unique girly odour made Charles feel weak with longing. His stomach was full of butterflies.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic”
Again Charles winced at the lack of manners. Still he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship with the girl, just a night of uncomplicated no strings fun.
“Back in a moment”.
Charles walked to the bar and purchased a pint of bitter for himself and the girls’s gin and tonic. Walking back across the room he placed the drinks on the table and sat down.
I’m Charles”
“Mandy”
“Nice to meet you Mandy. What do you do?”
“I’m at uni”
“Really what are you studying?” Charles doubted that the girl had ever so much as set foot on a university campus but, no matter she was gorgeous and he would do or say anything to get her into bed.
“I’m doing journalism. What do you do? Is that a real Rolex?” she asked her eyes fixed on the expensive time piece.
“I’m a CEO and yes, that is a Rolex”.
“What’s a CEO?”
God what are they teaching kids these days Charles thought.
“I’m the boss of a company”.
Mandy looked suitably impressed.
“Wow you must be rolling in it!”
“I live comfortably” Charles replied smiling thinly.
“Are you married?”
“No” Charles lied. He felt a twinge of guilt as he spoke but the alcohol coupled with his need for sexual release overrode his moral scruples.
Mandy leaned in close to Charles and lowering her voice said
“Look mate I wouldn’t usually ask but the fact is I’m strapped for cash. If I let you screw me how much will you pay?”
Charles’s mouth fell open. He should have known. Young girls don’t usually chat up men in their mid thirties. It was obvious looking back that the girl had an ulterior motive right from the start. Charles’s gut instinct was to get up and leave without saying another word. However he was lonely. The months of stilted conversation and lack of physical intimacy made him cry out for companionship and the touch of a woman. The girl was a prostitute but to Charles at that moment in time this fact was of little significance, he craved to be intimate with a woman, any woman.
“£300 for the night”.
“You’re a rich bloke, £800”
Charles shrugged
“OK, but I’ll need to withdraw it. I don’t carry that kind of money on me”
“No probs”
“I’ll book us into a hotel”
“No need. My parents are abroad so we can go to mine. We’ll be comfortable there”
“OK” he said finishing his pint.
—
The room was dominated by a large mirror affixed to the wall directly above the cheap double bed.
Mandy sat on the bed her legs placed provocatively apart. Charles reached forward to take her in his arms
“Cash first”
Charles handed it over. Although he felt a sense of shame at handing over money for sex his overwhelming desire for Mandy predominated. He wanted to release the pent up sexual tension which had been building inside him over the preceeding loveless months with Katie. Mandy stowed the money in her handbag and having done so stepped out of her clothes.
“Come here babe” she said lying on the bed her legs open wide.
June 7, 2013
Book Promotion
My story, Samantha, which explores the emotional effects of sex slavery on a young girl is free in the Kindle store from 7-11 June. To obtain Samantha free and to view my other books please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/K.-Morris/e/B00CEECWHY/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0. If you download Samantha please do consider leaving a review either on Amazon, this blog or both.
June 6, 2013
Bookshelves
There is something reassuringly familiar about the presence of much loved books ranged around the room on book shelves. The scent of bees wax perfumes the atmosphere as you sit comfortably ensconced in an armchair. No noise can be heard other than the ticking of a grandfather clock and the periodic sound of pages turning.
On looking at the books displayed on my bookshelves within my KDP Select dashboard I was struck by the somewhat quaint and to me rather lovely reference to bookshelves which conjured up the above vision of a traditional library or perhaps a single bookcase displaying much cherished books. It is good to know that in this age of technology familiar references remain. Everything changes but, somehow remains the same. Oh gosh I am turning into an old fuddy duddy!
June 5, 2013
Samantha by K Morris free in the Kindle Store from 7-11 June 2013
In February 2013 I published my book, Samantha which tells the story of a young girl forced into sex slavery in the English city of Liverpool. Can this educated young girl, from a well-to-do background escape from her brutal pimp, Barry or will she end her days in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks?
Samantha will be available in the Amazon Kindle store free from 7-11 June (the story usually retails for £2.03). For Samantha by K Morris please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.
June 4, 2013
Shutting Myself off, Not Quite!
Working full time has it’s advantages not least among them being the ability to meet those piffling little obligations known as bills together with other living expenses! The downside to being in full time employment is that I am usually fairly tired by the time I return home in the evening and my ability to write is, as a consequence diminished.
I want to spend time on long term writing projects which will entail me devoting less to blogging. My intention, at the moment is to cut down on my blogging to approximately 2-3 posts a week affording more time for long term composition. Some weeks I may blog more and others less. Rest assured that I won’t be disappearing so don’t break open the champagne just yet or, if you do, invite me along for a drink!
Kevin
Anyone Fancy Writing this?
While browsing gumtree.co.uk I came across the below intriguing advertisement
“A smart and attractive girl is needed to help a private detective in his investigation, a good remuneration in return.”
What a great basis for a short story or a novel. Imagine the possibilities. A private detective wishes to investigate the affairs of a criminal who is known for his cunning and suspicion of anyone who is not part of his own tight knit fraternity. He does, however have one weakness, a liking for attractive intelligent women. The detective finds his girl who manages to seduce the criminal mastermind and communicate his secrets to her employer. Alternatively the young lady falls in love with the criminal and they disappear into the sunset together leaving the detective high and dry!
What wonderful material for a writer to get his or her teeth into!
