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Hi, Have just released my new novel This Really Happened on Amazon - happy to provide free ecopy in exchange for a review. Email me at annmariemcqueen@aol.com if you're interested.
Quick summary:
Erin has never really known who she is or what she wants. That is, until she meets her new University flatmate Allen.
Reckless, eccentric and creative, Allen is everything Erin doesn’t have the courage to be and she’s immediately drawn to him. She’s sure he feels the attraction too, until he starts dating their mutual friend Charlotte instead.
Then one night changes everything.
When a drunken mistake leaves Charlotte fighting for her life, the victim of a car accident, there’s only one question everyone’s asking: what really happened? Erin has an answer to that, more than one in fact, but running from the truth is far easier than facing up to it…
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Set in a dystopian future; all wealth is in the hands of the Corporations, the 1% whilst the 99% live in economic debt or poverty on sink estates in the North. Terry works for Relocations, his job is to relocate undesirables to these estates. Unfortunately for Terry he is late for work once too often and is himself relocated to a sink. But Terry is not all he seems. Why is he there and who does he really work for?
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Cramming the last piece of toast into his mouth Terry Jones grabbed his jacket and left his apartment for the office. He’d had the option of a high-rise within walking distance when he was first assigned to Relocations; his reasons for turning it down had seemed sound; cost = astronomical, space = minimal. Now, and not for the first time, he wished he’d taken it. That morning he’d set his alarm earlier than usual in the hopes of beating the rush hour traffic, problem was he never really managed to keep to his schedule (poor time management or lousy schedule?) and he found himself, yet again, bumper to bumper and yet again, late for work.
Brian Olsen made the final adjustments to his tie, jacket and hair before leaving the men’s room and heading to his desk; all the while diligently maintaining an erect 6ft 6in posture, a copy of today’s Times clamped under his right arm, his brief case gripped firmly in his right hand, and as he strode he repeated his mantra over and over in his head ‘today I will excel, today I will exceed all expectations, today I will excel, today I will exceed all expectations….’
Rain Morgan, stared at the free drinks machine for a few moments before selecting a cappuccino with sugar. Her actual name was Rainbow Sunset, her mother having one her odd moments, but she preferred Rain. She was quickly joined by Debby Jenna and Phillippa Djukovic; just time for a quick debrief of Phillippa’s date with Simon Brookes from Finance.
Peter Illyffe, the divisional manager for Relocations 1, left his office and headed for the usual 8:30 briefing in meeting room 3, aka the cupboard due to its lack of size and windows. His staff fell in behind, a well-rehearsed troupe, that is everyone except Terry Jones who was still driving fruitlessly round and round the car park.
The room filled quickly; those lucky enough to get in the door first grabbed a seat at the table, Peter at their head.
“Morning everyone,” he said, to which there were the usual responses of “morning, morning Peter,” a few nods and coughs and a silky “morning, Boss” from Brian, tall even when sitting down. “No Terry, I see?”
This too was greeted by the usual responses, initial silence, then embarrassed coughs or ums…. followed by a clear and unequivocal “he’s not in yet, Boss” from Brian. Peter made a note in the top corner of his meeting notes, as usual.
“Ok, everyone got a copy of today’s agenda?” general nods everywhere, “good, ok – item one then – the recent merger with Alderson’s. As per our meeting yesterday morning I’ve checked up the line and can confirm that Alderson’s Relocations are being wound down and we will ‘inherit their workload’.”
“Relocations are being relocated.” Phillippa’s quip was not altogether unexpected; there were a few groans.
“Thank you Phillippa,” said Peter.
“How big a workload we talking?” asked Rain.
“Approx half again our existing workload,” replied Peter.
“Will we be getting more staff?” Rain again.
“No,” said Peter.
“But how are we meant to cope with that?” asked Debby, saying what the others were thinking.
“By ‘working smarter’,” Brian jumped in, borrowing one of Peter’s ‘phrases of the moment’, “and if some people spent less time at the coffee machine talking then we’d get a lot more done.”
“Who’re you on about?” demanded Debby, realising too late that by asking the question she had singled herself out. Peter made another note at the top of his meeting papers.
“Moving on” said Peter, sounding tired, “there will be a further meeting at 2pm today with the team from Alderson’s so we can ‘manage the handover’ smoothly. Rain and I will attend that. Another quick point, the company will no longer be providing free drinks.”
There was a collective gasp, then “Why’re they changing it?” asked Debby, “I mean we’ve had free coffee for years now.” For some reason her mouth seemed to be working overtime this morning, in the absence of Terry it could be deemed she had assumed his mantle.
“As you all know we’re facing ever ‘stiffer competition’ out there, which is one of the reasons we’ve been merged with Alderson’s. The Efficiency Department has identified that the company could save almost £100,000 a year by moving to a ‘pay for your own’ drinks environment.”
“Can we bring a kettle and make our own drinks?” asked Phillippa.
“No,” replied Peter, “that would mean providing kitchen facilities – an added expense.”
“What about a flask?” asked Brian.
“Flasks are OK,” said Peter, flashing him a grateful smile.
“If you can drink anything from a flask,” muttered Rain.
“Everyone, now, come to order, please.” Peter was becoming irritated and the strain of not showing it was telling on his stress levels. At that point Terry opened the door and slipped into the room, “Ah! Mr. Jones, glad you could join us.”
“Sorry I’m late,” said Terry “couldn’t find anywhere to park.”
“There were loads of spaces when I got here at 8:00,” said Brian.
“I got held up in traffic,” offered Terry, his expression hopeful.
“Then might I suggest you leave earlier,” replied Brian, “we all make the effort to be here on time, it’s only ever you who’s late.”
“Thank you, Brian,” Peter interceded. “OK the final point, we’ve had a report from C.I.T, the Counter Intelligence Team,” he elaborated, staring pointedly at Phillippa over whose head most things of import were known to sail, “that we have a ‘heightened terror threat’ as a result of our merger with Alderson’s.” He waited for the information to sink in then continued by way of explanation, “Apparently we’re now the 3rd largest provider of labour resource in the EU so it makes us an even bigger target.” Phillippa looked on the verge of tears, possibly at being singled out for the stare, the rest were demonstrating variously dismay or affected disinterest but no-one spoke. “So everybody please ‘stay alert, stay vigilant’ and re-watch the compulsory DVD ‘Terror and Counter Terrorism’. Remember, ‘we’re all in this together’ and it’s up to each and every one of us to …‘keep the workplace safe’.”
Terry winced; he was convinced that Peter’s insistence on speaking in inverted commas and quoting the company watchwords at every opportunity had a damaging effect on his psyche.
“Did anyone see the news this morning?” asked Rain, too brightly. “There was an explosion in the town centre.”
“Yeah,” chipped in Debby, “near Macheson’s.”
“They said something about 20 casualties,” Rain added, “it’s awful”.
“Did they say who it was?” asked Terry.
“It’s a bit early for that kind of info,” snapped Brian.
“I dunno,” defended Terry, “they sometimes give a warning.”
“That’s the Red Freedoms,” said Debby, “the Black Hands don’t give a warning.”
“Which could imply the Black Hands,” said Terry, settling in for a natter on the merits and demerits of one terrorist organisation’s way of doing business versus another.
“OK,” interrupted Peter, forestalling further chat, “Any questions?”
“Parking,” said Terry, opportunistic as ever, “when are they doing something about parking?”
“As we said yesterday and the day before and, oh yes, as we’ve been saying every day in all these months since you joined us, they aren’t going to do anything about the parking, thank you, Terry.” Peter stared round the table, lingering on Phillippa, as if daring any more utterances.
“When are they going to fix the tower clock?” she asked, making a sterling effort to fight back tears.
“And they aren’t going to fix the clock, either, Phillippa. As we’ve already said it will cost too much to repair. Any more questions?”
Silence.
“Good, back to work all of you, except you Terry, if you could just stay back a minute.”
The others filed out of the room and closed the door behind them.
“You were late again Terry.”
“I know but it was the traffic….”
“Traffic is not an excuse, Terry,” said Peter, “you should know to factor that in to your plans. Also, as I recall, Human Resources offered you an apartment close by when you joined us, a much sought after facility that had only come available due to the unfortunate demise of your predecessor.” He fell silent, possibly in recognition of human frailty and the fact that the previous occupant had thrown himself ungratefully off the 7th floor balcony of the much vaunted facility. “You are paid to be here between the hours of 8:30 and 5:00. It’s up to you to get yourself here on time.”
“Yes,” said Terry, for once recognising a time when the less words said might be the better.
“Everyone else manages to be here. I have to come from further away than you so I leave earlier. Brian always gets here at 8:00.”
“I know,” Terry murmured, humbly, while thinking 'yeah but Brian hasn’t got a life…'
“And he doesn’t leave his desk until 5.45 whereas you are packed and out the door by 5:10 if you can get away with it.”
Again, Brian hasn’t got a life …“I always do my hours…”
“Do you want to see your clocking in sheet?” asked Peter. Terry ducked his head; he knew what it would show. “The thing is Terry, it’s not working out for us; I think we need to move you on.”
Terry grimaced “I’m sorry Peter, I promise I will get here earlier in future.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late, Terry, Galaxy has already collated your data and raised it with Human Resources. They’ve spotlighted you and put in the transfer request.”
“You mean I’m already on the List?” asked Terry. “That was quick.”
Peter gave him a look; he was a strange one and no mistake, “Should come through in a few days. …Obviously you can’t be on site when it comes through, that would create a conflict of interest so your employment with Peter Brookes will be terminated this morning.”
Terry placed his head in his hands; his date with Cathy in Finance had just gone down the pan.
“I’m sorry, Terry but you knew your stats were in the system. It was only a matter of time before Galaxy highlighted you. You know the drill; it’s out of my hands.”
“I know, I know,” said Terry.
“I’m afraid I have to escort you off the premises.” Terry nodded. “Straight from this meeting.”
“Right now? Don’t I get to say goodbye to anyone?”
“Afraid not, you will be clocked out …” Peter flicked through his paperwork, “5 minutes from now. Sorry but there’s nothing I can do.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Terry, “I know how the system works.”
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I'd love some honest reviews of the second book in my YA urban fantasy series, especially from anyone who regularly reads YA. I can supply the book in pdf, mobi, or epub formats.
Here's the pitch:
He went to the realm where no one with a pure heart should go. Yet he survived.
He dared to speak to the gods. And the gods spoke back.
His blood still carries the poison that should have killed him.
Sixteen-year-old Junya survived his battle with the Evil Ones, but his energy is weighed down by a powerful darkness. The Gatekeepers of Izumo Oyashiro are reluctant to let him back into their realm. His own mother watches him warily.
Only Shoko – the deadly warrior who dresses like a Japanese schoolgirl – stands by him. And all Junya wants is a way to introduce this ancient guardian of the gods to modern romance.
But the Evil Ones aren’t done with them. Someone in Junya’s world is murdering the shamans of the Earth’s ancient religions. Without their worship, the gods grow weak, and the Gatekeepers are in danger.
It will take a bold and unconventional plan to save Izumo.
The rules that have governed Gatekeepers for centuries are about to change.
But will it be worth the cost?
Don’t miss the second installment of the award-winning Gatekeeper’s Son series, which Kirkus Reviews describes as “adept world building [and] skillful character development…filled with magic, mayhem, and intrigue.”
"A compelling novel to tease readers' paranoia." −Kirkus Reviews"A thought-provoking novel that will stay with you long after you have finished reading it." - Readers' Favorite
In Absence of Fear
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Summary:
The Protector Program uses algorithms to predict crime and keep the people safe.
But, when it fails to protect his son, senior algorithm architect Marus Winde learns that the system is not only flawed, but dangerous, and that even the greatest of technological advancements can't replicate human intuition.
Betraying the system to make his family whole again, there's no predicting how far he'll have to go.
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A group of well-heeled, geriatric friends, all ex service men and women, are so incensed at the callous and sustained ruination of their country that they resolve to make a stand, to arm themselves and to fight, to rid the land of their greedy leaders, to attack the political elites in their haven, the Houses of Parliament, even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice - will they go through with their murderous plans? A mad-eyed Preacher - is he all that he seems to be? What links them? Where will they all end up?
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All around him lay his comrades, brave men of the 24th. The crack of rifles mingled with the cries of the wounded. He loaded a cartridge into the breach of his Martini-Henry and levelled the bayonet to meet the oncoming Zulus. He felt the warmth against his face, eyes closed he smelt the dry air, a slight breeze ruffled through his hair as he slowly exhaled. He heard the tune of Hound Dog and Elvis blasting away, then a heavy banging...
"Alb, you alright in there?"
"What the...?" he mumbled, rubbing his forehead, "Bugger."
"Alb?" Gerry sounded concerned; next step would be the warden and the master key.
"Yeah, yeah," he responded, struggling out his chair. His current favourite book, 'The Washing of the Spears ' slid off his lap and onto the floor, "Coming, give us a chance, won't you."
∞
During the years they’d lived in the Eden Hall Retirement Village, as residents died and apartments became vacant, Alb Rayner and Gerry Arbuthnot had contrived re-locations until they now lived next door to one another; best friends as children, best man at each other’s wedding, they’d billeted together in the army and saw no reason why they shouldn’t support each other in their dotage. (Alb’s words)
Now Gerry's hands trembled slightly as he put the two mugs of tea on the low table and slumped gratefully into the armchair. He looked across the room; at the lines of bookshelves that held the non-fiction that had sustained his friend for all the years he'd known him. For once Alb had no book in his hand, although one was lying open nearby, instead his attention was fixed on the TV, a large flat screened, surround-sound, effort bought so recently that the excitement of watching even boring shows on such a large and loud scale had yet to wear off. Alb had justified the purchase with the stridently voiced comment that since 'not a lot else' was going on in his life except counting the days to death and since he'd no-one to leave his money to even when that happened he would spend it while he could.
“You're just in time, some people’s issues programme's about to start," he muttered, remote in hand, "that poncey prick Tommy Boyle.”
“Ah, the lie detector show, that crap, turn it up, will ya.” There was apparently even less going on in Gerry's life.
"Did you see old Pete died?" Alb was a font of local knowledge, mostly from reading the obituaries.
"A real shame, he wasn't that old either," said Gerry, for once he too had heard the gossip.
"76 next birthday," said Alb; to them at 80 and 81 respectively Pete had been a mere stripling. "Not yet 76 and his bloody kids bunged him in a dump like that." He shivered; 'that' had been a state-run nursing home and could've been his fate too if it weren't for his Army pension and some good investments. His greatest terror, something that could wake him at night sweating, was the loss of his freedom and his beloved books.
"You'd have thought they could've looked after him, bloody selfish little shits." Gerry was instantly outraged, like blue touch paper lit on a firecracker, "You remember, when my old mum moved in with me and Gwen after dad died, we knew how to look after our own in those days."
"Yep," said Alb, who'd done the same for his dad, "it wasn't all me, me, me back then, people were a community."
"We looked out for each other," Gerry was warming to the theme; though they'd gone over the ground time and again, "no-one would've put their parents away, even in places like this."
He waved his hand to take in the whole set up; thirty-two separate one bedroom, ground floor apartments, arranged in a figure of eight around two central courtyards. Each had its own kitchen and lounge but there were communal facilities; a kitchenette, a sun room, a casual dining area and a large TV lounge. The Eden Hall Retirement Village was well equipped with all manner of amenities; available to all with the money to pay for it.
They fell silent, both taking a sip of tea and staring at the TV, the music started and they were entranced in an instant, part of the show, ready to be introduced to the mess-ups some people call their lives, ready to be entertained.
The host of the show, Tommy Boyle, tall, debonair and utterly lethal, his frame dominating the scene, turned to the large, amorphous mass on his right, “Felicity, please, tell us why you’re here.”
“Well, Tommy,” Felicity (all 22 stone of her) bounced in the chair, her arms gesticulating this way and that, “I’m pregnant right an’ Randall, my boyfriend won’t believe I ‘aven’t ‘ad sex wiv no-one else, just ‘im.”
"Bugger me, I'd believe her," Gerry was leaning out of his chair, nearly spilling his tea, "I'm surprised she's had sex with anybody, I mean who the hell could fancy that?"
The crux of the story laid bare the audience relaxed, waiting for the maestro to begin his dissection; “So for you, Felicity, it's clear, it's your boyfriend's baby.”
“Yeah,” said Felicity, the coquettish look she produced sat uneasily on her shapeless face.
"Right, let's get him in here," said Tommy. He put out one arm in a welcoming gesture and onto the stage slouched a tall and skinny youth with a spotty complexion. He made a face at the audience, some hissing at him having already made up their minds, and slumped into a chair.
"Okay Randall," started Tommy, "Felicity has told us that she's pregnant and that you don't believe it's yours."
"I know it ain't," spat Randall, adjusting his position, angling his body away from Felicity's.
"Gawd, will you look at that," guffawed Alb.
"What a bloody mess," said Gerry, trying to make up his mind if the youth's hair was wet or simply greasy. "A quick spell in the army wouldn't do him any harm."
"Too bloody right," agreed Alb, "reckon that goes for most of the lay-abouts."
"Yor a liar," barked Felicity, rising monstrously from her chair. The two book-end bouncers waiting in the wings moved closer at a quick signal from Tommy but she subsided into her chair as quickly as she'd risen from it.
The argument raged back and forth on screen, the all too familiar pattern of lies and deceit; baring your lives to the studio audience's ridicule as well as that of the watching millions, all in the name of entertainment.
Gerry sighed heavily; the repetition was depressing, "We got any biscuits?"
"No, you got any in your place?"
"No," said Gerry, "but I bet Ken has."
Ken Grewcock lived in one of the apartments along the way, a mere minute's walk yet neither could summon the energy to move; they continued to stare at the TV.
Tommy was in command again, doing his showman bit, playing to the audience, "Okay, Randall, we get the general idea, you don't trust Felicity." He paused for effect, “So, if you don’t trust her, why is it that you’re still with her?"
Randall fidgeted in his seat and played with his nose, then picked it with his thumb, "'Cause I luv 'er, doan I." The camera homed in on Randall's tears and then cut to Felicity. She put out a chubby arm and looked tenderly at him.
"Well, if you love each other so much, why are we here?" asked Tommy, "Surely you can make it work together, for the sake of the baby."
"It ain't my fuckin' kid," retorted Randall, tears dried.
"What makes you think it isn't?" asked Tommy.
"I just know, ok," sullen now, head on chest, his voice a low mumble.
"It's your baby," Felicity's voice was ragged with tears, "I love you an' I ain't been wiv no-one else, on my muvver's life."
"Well, we can establish the truth of that statement," said Tommy, stretching his hand out for the 'golden envelope of truth' in a theatrical gesture, "Felicity took the lie detector test this morning and we asked her 'have you had sex with anyone else since dating Randall?'"
Both Gerry and Alb had leaned forward, breath bated, in an unconscious mirroring of the studio audience's reaction.
Tommy glanced round at the audience and then looked at Felicity, ".....and she said 'No'."
He paused for effect and the audience, expectant, leant further forwards in their seats, a pin dropping would have caused mayhem, "and the lie detector test said.....she was........LYING."
At that the audience erupted with gasps, groans, laughs and general abuse directed at both individuals on the stage. Gerry added his own tirade to the general cacophony.
"D'you know," Alb's voice sounded strained, "I blame Thatcher, her and her 'no such thing as society'. We used to look after each other, in the old days, but it's different today." Gerry had half an ear on the TV and half on Alb, never a good thing to do as he would keep talking until he got proper acknowledgement of his point. "No-one looks out for anyone anymore, as soon as you're old they bung you somewhere to die, 'cause that's what they want to do... forget us until we die, then they whisk us away and bung us in the ground, just like that."
"Yeah," said Gerry, "know what you mean."
"And everything we were, everything we stood for, our experiences...."
Gerry caught his drift, "Yeah ...it's a real shame, a man like Pete, all his memories and now they're all gone, lost forever."
He was now quite depressed and was about to say more when Alb, in one of his quick mood changes muttered, "Still, no use cryin' over spilt milk," whilst pulling himself up and out of the chair. He fiddled with the remote, turning off the TV, "Come on; let's go see about those biscuits."
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With the world's oil supplies running out can the wealthy elites pull off a reduction in the world's population in one engineered mega disaster? Who can stop them? Who would even know to
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Prologue
For Sir Digby Chalfont, a connoisseur, of all the women in the group, one stood out. She was tall, with impeccably cut, gleaming bronze hair.
He noted the Givenchy Pandora box bag slung over the shoulder of her black crepe trouser suit, a Tyrwhitt, if he was not mistaken, and the raspberry shirt that softened the aquiline face was certainly an Emilio Pucci. He imagined a crop twitching against her Eleonaro black riding boots; the thought causing him to smile as he homed in. He had no idea of her standing in the group, although the clothes gave a hint to her status. He cared little; she was the most attractive person in the room and he intended to make himself known to her; his newly acquired knighthood must be good for something.
The faint silk scent of the window drapes was now combined with the perfume of luxurious colognes. The Chairman, a portly man with a well-used face, experienced the effect without enjoyment; well used to the smell of money. Taking advantage of his central seat on the small platform he surveyed the room. He was impressed all over again at the power of the Committee; to be able to summon two hundred people from the international political, military, industrial and social elites at such short notice and achieve their attendance was no mean feat.
Clusters of men, mostly white and middle-aged, their dark, sombre suits offset by a few in full dress uniform, a scattering of crisp white djellabas and several in multi-coloured dashikis. He noted the women; not enough to tip the balance.
All were veterans of this type of gathering, some chatting easily to each other, most keeping their own counsel. At the Chairman's nod, the man who'd been awaiting the signal detached himself from the group and walked to the podium; tall, slim, dark hair at the distinguished stage.
Kurt Silverman, Head of the Institute of Research. He cut an athletic figure; he looked good and he knew it. He also knew that he was amongst those for whom personal appearance mattered less than power and holdings; in that respect he was not their equal, he was there to serve them.
The view offered to him from the uplifted podium was of rows of seats, each one occupied by a glossy A4 booklet he'd prepared and placed there earlier. Gradually, as if in response to an unspoken suggestion, members of the group began to move to these seats.
After a short time the Chairman rose to his feet, his dark grey Kiton suit struggling valiantly to contain and command his ample body.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome," he said, his voice carrying without effort to the back of the room. Given the ratio of male to female and, more pertinently, the balance of power he might have been forgiven for saying, 'welcome gentlemen'. Having caught the eagle eye of the auburn-haired woman in black, seated next to Sir Digby, such a lapse had been rendered impossible. He waved his hand towards the podium, introduced Kurt in a few crisp words and resumed his seat.
Kurt spoke, his voice betraying a slight nervousness; this was an august company and he would have been a fool not to have regard for their power,
"Thank you for inviting me here to deliver, for your consideration, the proposed solution to the most pressing issue of our times; 'Peak Oil'."
He paused, making deliberate eye contact with the front row, then continued, "As you know, in the 70s it was estimated we would reach Peak Oil somewhere around 2015, after which the rate of production was expected to enter terminal decline, giving us a global fuel crisis somewhere about 2075."
He clicked a hand held device and the screen behind him came to life, showing a map of the location of the last known oil reserves, "However, increased warfare, rises in manufacturing and rampant population growth has meant a massively increased demand. We passed Peak Oil in 2005. As a result, we will reach the projected fuel crisis much sooner than expected."
He clicked again and the screenshot changed, "Of course, we took steps over the last few decades to try and contain the situation. Thanks to the work of the Neo Liberals in the eighties and nineties we were able to offset the increasing costs of oil production by shifting costs of manufacturing to the more cost effective labour force of the third world."
Kurt indicated with a smile the six-strong delegation from China, all male, in identical Prince of Wales check suits and to his eye, with identical faces. He gestured to the smaller group from India, two serious-looking men and one elderly, petite, sari-clad woman.
"You may recall it was estimated that we'd need a further three decades before the third world would be strong enough to take over the consumption of the West."
He paused before delivering the punch line, "I'm happy to say our recent studies have revealed that the new consumers are there in abundance as we speak, and more than able to take up the slack."
A few heads looked up at this revelation, most didn't react at all. Kurt had no time to wonder if they'd already had this information, he had to move on to the crux of the matter.
"This being the case not only have we no further need of the northern hemisphere labour market, we now have no interest in their continued ability to buy our products. In short we have no further need to sustain this part of the population."
Kurt was moving with poise now, as another chart appeared on the screen showing world population levels, "You will be aware of various natural phenomena supporting our aims of constraining population growth; the greatest of which are Aids and famine. The policy of appearing to work towards their eradication whilst achieving very little seems to be working. That takes care of Africa. Helpfully, Eastern and Southern European countries are being depopulated via sustained civil war and ethnic cleansing."
He paused, then, "Rapid economic cleansing is also underway; highly desirable areas of France and Spain are being de-populated and in the UK, London is being cleared to make way for settlement by the very wealthy, with the rest of the South-East to follow."
He couldn't prevent the smug grin that crossed his face; he'd recently snapped up some exquisite properties just outside Primrose Hill, so felt he had to follow up with, "Of course, you will get first pick of these prime slices of real estate as they become available. In fact, I believe you can book your plots now, is that right, Mr. Chairman?"
The Chairman rose awkwardly, caught out by the change of subject, but the words flowed with practiced ease, "Superior Homes has created an exclusive brochure, copies of which will be available in the foyer as you leave conference. You'll find outline plans for a deluxe chateau in an average lot size of 3,000 hectares in the new territories. "
An electric buzz swept the room.
Kurt judged the time was right for the big announcement, "However, attritional reduction of population in these areas is not enough for our needs. We must contain America, the biggest oil consumer on the planet."
Kurt looked round the room, then invested his voice with strength, "We now need to move into the last phase of our plan, which we are calling 'Operation Downsize'. I'd like to introduce General Nathan Goldhirsch of the US Army who will explain it to you."
The US contingent stirred in their seats and a tall man in full dress uniform rose to his feet and headed towards the platform. "That's US Marine Corps, Kurt," he said, smiling. There was a smattering of laughter, quickly suppressed.
"Okay," said the General, his frown bringing them back to complete order, "let's get down to business. We need to reduce the US of A population by at least 25% and we can't pussy-foot around. Economic destabilisation brings its own problems and we have one helluva civilian army out there, all armed. If they get a sniff of what's going on all hell will break loose. So, we gotta do it quickly." He turned to the screen and pointed at the image that appeared, "This here is La Palma, one of the Canary Islands."
A hush settled on the room, this was where it started to get serious.
The screen changed. "And this is the Cumbre Vieja volcano, it is extremely volatile." The screen changed again, "This is the western face of the volcano, which is gradually collapsing. One day, in the natural course of things this side will fall into the sea creating a mega tsunami which will sweep across the Atlantic, ravage the Bahamas and reach the Eastern seaboard in a matter of hours."
He allowed the magnitude of the pronouncement a few moments to settle then delivered the coup de grace, "Well, we don't have time to wait for the natural course of things, ladies and gentlemen, so we intend to blow the whole damn thing sky high. And we're doing it soon."
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A BODY RESURRECTED--Suspense/Romance/element of Sci-Fi
BLURB:
Sixteen year-old Mira is an Egyptian girl who lives a quiet life in her small village in Lower Egypt 3303 B.C.E. But two visitors from the planet Aut are about to change that. The first “flying metal” that whips across the sky carries a murderous plague by the name of Demen. The second one that follows, brings a bounty-hunter named Weir. Against her father’s wishes, Mira becomes Weir’s accomplice in his mission to apprehend Demen before another woman dies by his hands.
But there’s a problem: Demen is now a powerful Pharaoh in the city of Sharkura. Will apprehending him cost Weir and Mira their lives?
Almay, California, USA, twenty-first century:
Tina Leggs oversees the artifacts and exhibits of the Graham-Arlee museum. She has no idea that the mummy exhibit that’s drawing huge crowds, is the same Demen that her ancestor, Mira, bravely faced centuries ago.
Demen is no longer a powerful Pharaoh. Now, he’s nothing more than a museum exhibit since he was discovered in the Valley of the Kings. But a rare occurrence will give him life once more. And his desire to kill the misery known as woman is as strong as ever.
Enter Q, a second bounty-hunter sent from Aut to capture him. Like Mira, Tina has been cast into the role of ally to this handsome visitor. Amid the destruction Demen is causing, and the risk to their lives to stop him, they realize their deep love for one another.
But, will she leave her family on Earth for the sake of that love?
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COLORS IN THE DARK--Romantic/Suspense
BLURB:
Hailey Campbell was raised by her adoptive mother in a home filled with unconditional love and foster children. Her biological mother, a heroin addict, couldn’t keep her; her father, a right-wing conservative keeps her existence a secret. And yet, in her day to day struggles of trying to deal with this kooky puzzle called her life, the idea of true love will never hold any priority. Is there really such a thing as the, quote, “man of your dreams”, your, “soul mate”? If her only comparison are the Neanderthals she seems to attract, that middle-of-the-puzzle piece will forever sit waiting for a match.
She attends an important gala, surrounded by expensive tuxedos and glittering gowns; and with a prideful lift of the chin, is contented with sampling the high-end cuisine and expensive wine—alone. A man? Why bother? Love? Who needs it? No sooner do those pitiable questions cross her mind, when her answer appears from the midst of all those international dignitaries in the form of the most beautiful man named Manley. And despite the secrets he’s hesitant to reveal about himself, the meaning of love was finally made clear that night.
But there’s a challenge waiting for Hailey in Sweet Tea, Mississippi; population 700. That’s not counting the Ransom militia compound at the edge of town. And if she doesn’t get there in time to save eighteen month-old Abbie from one of its members, Sheriff Carl, Hailey will lose her behind those thick walls protected by the First Amendment and never see her again.
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CAUSE SHE'S A GOOD GIRL--Suspense
Hello, I have a New Adult Romance set to be release 6/12 and I have ARCs available in any format if anyone is interested. Please feel free to PM or email me directly at jsamanbooks@gmail.com
Blurb:
Abby Scofield's love life has been all sorts of wrong.
So when lacrosse star, Brandon Kessler, comes along with his all-American good looks, easy disposition and magnetic charm, things seem to be looking up. Even if they come from two totally different worlds.
Xander Novak is the ridiculously hot, volatile and often times mean best friend of Abby's twin brother, Aubrey. Her relationship with him is strained at best. But when Xander moves in unexpectedly, things seem to shift between them. But in what direction?
One night of deception, lies, and heartbreak are a common link the three share. When the truth about that night comes out, none of their lives will ever be the same.
Will Abby be able to find the love she's been searching for or will everything in her world fall apart?
Warning: Strong language and moderate sexual content.
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First published in 'Corpalism'.
A smorgasbord of a book portraying many facets of modern British life. The Independents are a new force in politics; free of any lobby group, party bias, or corporate interest, they are determined to change the face of the political scene. This puts them on a headlong collision course with the Establishment.
Combine this with a terror plot, the exploits of a young dysfunctional couple, the struggles of a mature family living with change and you have the ingredients of an all-round good read.
Extract below:
The Independents - What price democracy?
The meeting organiser approached the rostrum, he paused and waited for the cheering to stop, and then he spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this, the very first meeting of the Independent candidates. It’s wonderful to see so many of you here in one place. We’ve selected a few people to speak with you today from the hundreds of offers we had …for those of you disappointed this time, we have a list for our next meeting and gradually we hope to give everyone who wants to speak a platform.”
The applause rose again as he gestured to a slightly built, sandy-haired man standing to the side. “Now, please give a rousing welcome to the man who started it all, our inspirational mentor and guide… Colin Carpenter.”
The delegates rose as one and cheered and clapped as the man moved confidently to the centre of the stage and took up position behind the rostrum. As he did so a single file of people walked on stage and sat in the row of chairs behind him.
“Thank you, Chris, for that introduction.” Colin said, beaming, the lights glinting off his glasses, “It’s been a long hard struggle but now we’re here, a visible force to be reckoned with, so…” There were more cheers from the hall. “WELCOME,” he shouted raising both arms, “today is the day we begin to change everything. Today we lay down the marker whereby we reclaim our country, reclaim our world, today is the day we start the new era of real rule of the people, by the people and for the people.”
There were more cheers and scatterings of delegates stood to applaud him; then more followed until the whole assembly was on its feet.
“No longer will we tolerate a corrupt, locked in party system; no longer will we tolerate their machinations, their duplicity, their constant deceptions, and their fake party divisions. We know they’re all the same, that they represent the same hidden wealthy few who own this country, we know they all rub shoulders with this clique of scoundrels and that they pander to their every whim. We will resist, we will stand against these corrupt servants of the rich and we will win.”
There were shouts of ‘win’ from the floor. Colin gestured that they should sit as he prepared to begin his speech proper. He waited a few moments until all were seated and the hall was quiet.
“I set out on this trail barely a year ago, not knowing where it would lead. Like many of you, I watched the Occupy movement in its struggle to take back control from those who hold us in thrall. I admit it, I watched rather than joined them; I supported them in spirit.” He paused, “I tried to make a stand by myself. I tried to keep my business going; I was trading on fumes. I cut costs and used inferior materials, I streamlined processes until there was no slack, I had to lay off staff who’d been with me for years and make the ones I kept work a 3 day week. We missed deadlines and our quality dropped – in the end I closed it down. Rather than be associated with what we were being forced to produce, rather than re-locate to China and do what my competitors had done – take advantage of slave labour in the East, rather than sacrifice my principles, I closed down the business I had started from scratch 10 years ago.”
He stopped talking, leaving a gap as if mourning a lost dream then he spoke again, quietly but with deep passion, “I was deeply unhappy and desperate to do something to make these rogues realise and stop what they were doing; it was something that seared into me until I could stand it no longer. I spent hours thinking about what I could do; without a revolution I couldn’t see anything changing. Then it hit me – I could ‘occupy’ the Political Space! I could stand on an ethical platform as an independent at the next general election.”
He looked slowly round the hall, making eye contact where he could. “I am a loyal Briton, my lineage reaches into all corners of these great islands of ours and I have always loved this country and all it has stood for. I love its people and our culture. I can no longer sit idly by whilst the greedy rich dismantle it, whilst they remove all investment from the UK and place that investment in areas of the world where they use slave labour, I will not tolerate it.”
There were shouts of support from the floor and again people were standing in their excitement.
“It is intolerable that the uncontrolled greed of the few should impact so heavily on the many. It is unacceptable that the political jackals should spin their concoction of lies to justify their plans to run down the state of Britain. It is deplorable that they should think themselves free to consign workers of the west to destitution whilst enslaving the workers of the 3rd world. It is unacceptable that they seek to return us to the same conditions as existed in the Middle Ages, a time when the rich elite was served by destitute serfs. They must think we don’t have a thought in our heads.” There was a rapturous round of applause. Colin grinned and added, “They must think we’re STUPID!”
The applause continued, accompanied now by excitable foot stamping.
“They clearly believe that the years of watching junk TV, of listening to their constant lies about the economy, about economics, the GDP, the unions, the balance of payments, the national debt, the so called ‘scrounging poor’, the so called ‘benefit cheats’, the communists, the NHS, the welfare state, state run education, Muslims, world terrorism, our lack of productivity and competitiveness, has shrivelled our brains and blinded us to the real truth, the reality behind all this.” He paused, took a breath then thundered out, “We, the masses, are being sold out by rich greedy psychopaths.”
More clapping from the floor.
“There is a precedent for all this but they hope we’re too stupid to see it, that we have no knowledge of history, that we’re so wrapped up in ‘reality’ TV that we miss what is happening, miss the correlation with the past.”
He poured some water from the jug on the table before him, allowing a few moments for his words to sink in, “The Roman Empire which for centuries was the dominant power, had legions that controlled vast territories of the known world, and then we’re told, all of a sudden, Rome collapses.”
He paused, then raised his voice slightly, “I say to you, Rome didn’t collapse, Rome did not fall – the wealthy and powerful families of Rome took advantage of prevailing winds and reorganised.”
He glanced out across the hall, checking the attention of the audience, “They recognised that maintaining legions to hold territories was costly, and they had a new weapon in their arsenal - religion. Caesar became the Pope, the leading families entered religion, the Roman Empire transitioned into the Roman Catholic Church collecting more revenues than a thousand legions could gather. That’s what happened to the Roman Empire, that’s what happened to Rome.”
He banged the table abruptly, startling a few people in the front rows, “But what happened to the ordinary people of Rome, to the plebeians, the out of work soldiers? They were reduced to penury as the Rome they knew disappeared from the map. As they starved, these legions that had made Rome great, the wealthy Romans, the patricians, the upper classes became richer than ever and the Pope found he was able to control the whole world with a few monks and threats of excommunication, of burning in hell for all eternity.”
He paused and took a quick sip of water, he knew that making the link was vital and these concepts were new to most of his audience.
“And that is what is happening to us…though it’s not belief in God that’s the new export, the new method of raising gold for the new aristocracy, the new export is a new religion altogether, and is called ‘consumerism’ or the ‘market’. The rich have exported our jobs to the 3rd world where wages are minimal, where land costs are minimal, where there are autocratic leaders and armies willing to crush the workers who ask for more, where there are billions of potential economic slaves to serve them and gain them even greater wealth.”
Someone in the crowd called out ‘Apple’ and a couple of others picked it up.
He nodded, “A good example, thank you” he said quietly, then raising his voice continued, “There’re one million people employed in sweat shop factories in China producing Apple products…think about it, one million jobs that could’ve been situated in the West but for the fact of having to pay minimum wage and provide decent working conditions.”
He stopped and stared out at the crowded hall, his eyes burning, “Wealth, that’s what this is all about, it’s what it’s always been about, the creation of wealth for the very few, for the greedy psychopaths who want to own everything and drive the masses into the gutters so that they can lord it over them; in order to feel rich they have to have the poor.”
Colin studied his audience, “So what of the British worker? What of the US worker? What is intended for us? In the recent past we had service industry jobs, easily accessed credit and the creation of massive debt, all this was done to ensure a smooth transition from production and purchase from the West to the East. It was no accident; it’s part of a plan and exactly what they intended and so far they have been successful. They have managed to transfer most of production from the West to the East and during that time the Western worker had artificial service industry jobs to ensure that there was still a market for products being made in the East. However, we have reached an end of the first phase - the credit bubble in the West has burst, the western worker is no longer able to provide the buying power required to maintain supply and demand so the wealthy few and their economic and political servants are looking to provide easier credit to the worker in the East, where there is a potential new market for debt.” ...................
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It’s a short story. 10,039 words.
It’s about a future that reproduces the horror and absurdity of the past through forms of supremacy and subjugation.
The blurb:
In a totalitarian world, five centuries into the future, Max is preparing for the assessment that must precede his appointment as advisor to his father, the Great Dictator of the nation. During the day he will meet Kat, who is a member of the inferior Japanese race.
A few excerpts from the book:
Kat stopped walking. She looked up, at the flying cars above her. Maybe one day she would own one, too.
“All these people can’t tolerate a girl of Japanese ancestry, but they have no problem in accepting their government? What’s wrong with all these people?”
“The exercise of power needs support from its victims.”
I liked two phrases from Thucydides a lot: ‘In reality, most people don’t take the trouble to seek the truth, but are much more inclined to accept the first story they hear,’ and ‘When will there be justice in Athens? When those who are not injured will be as outraged as those who are.’
While reading about the nazi concentration camps, I coined a phrase for what fascism is: ‘fascism is when the name is replaced by a number.’
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The Untold Legend begins in a large conference room where hundreds of media representatives eagerly await a highly anticipated speaker to hear about an individual whose actions changed the course of history. As the speaker begins his tale, the story flashes back to a lonely man stuck in a life of routine that he never intended. Held captive by insecurity and fear, he thinks he can remember a time when he believed he was meant for great things. After a life-changing incident, he separates himself from those who dream but never act, giving up everything familiar to him to do it.
Readers join Tristan Gold as he travels to the corners of the earth in pursuit of experiences he hopes will make him whole. A person now undefined, Tristan seeks to learn about truth, beauty, adventure, friendship, meaning, family, and love. However, his journey opens the door to more than he bargained for. He encounters obstacles from societal and personal expectations, enemies made, and a mounting international crisis. While his worst impulses, mistakes and losses attempt to undo him, Tristan must find a way to rise above. Throughout, Tristan learns what it means to be weak and strong, flawed and role model, broken and hero, alone and loved, and ultimately, the reader discovers that Tristan is both inescapably human, and undeniably legend.
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A dystopian post-apocalyptic sci-fi/ dark fantasy with a strong female protagonist.
After surviving the plague that wiped out her family and most of the warm blooded life on Earth, Ayla has spent ten years in relative solitude surviving, and against all odds, thriving.
Ayla’s world gets a whole lot bigger when she finds a fascinating new companion. Along the way she picks herself up a nemesis, a needless distraction and a new approach to life after the apocalypse.
Capable of devastating violence and deep compassion, our anti-heroine walks an almost invisible line, navigating her own morality in a world where the concept doesn’t exist anymore. An uniquely female perspective on the challenges of surviving in a world ruled by the violent and strong, this is not for the faint hearted or easily disturbed.
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G'day Goodreaders,My new fantasy e-book The Scroll of Isidor is a short story and it's completely free.
Levin Ruck was once a great warrior mage: the battle-scarred wartime hero of the alpine village of Dervine and defender of the Kingdom of Flaran. But with peacetime stretching into its seventh year, opportunities for action have been scarce – even in his role as Deputy Chief of the village.
So when Desma the orchard keeper rides in late one night with news of ominous noises in the mountains, Lev knows the time for action has come.
But when Chief Magnus refuses to act, Lev takes matters into his own hands. Defying orders, he and Desma ride to the mountains to investigate the source of the disturbance.
What they discover is beyond their worst fears: a deadly threat has arrived on the village’s doorstep – and Lev and Desma are Dervine’s first and only line of defence.
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First published in 'Daydream Believers'.
Ordinary people, living ordinary lives. What happens when boredom hits? What happens when money raises its head? What would you do?
Extract below:
Workmen
Barry slumped onto the verge, regretting the decision even as his buttocks hit the turf.
He'd struggle to get up from this position and his gang was just up the road and ready to take the piss. He could hear the comments in his head, fat bastard, beached whale and other such insults just waiting to find an outlet.
Still, he was here now and he might as well get on with it.
He pulled out his note pad and punched the number into his phone. It was only 30 seconds before it connected but he was through to the usual auto service; if you want blah, blah press 1 or if you want such and such press 2. It took him 4 minutes to get through to the service he wanted, then there was a queue and he had to wait a further 5 minutes before a female voice came on the line.
"Hello, my name is Jane. How may I help you today?"
"Ah Jane," he said, for a moment forgetting why he'd called, "My name's Barry Halliwell, I'm ringing because I got a parking ticket the oth....." He was aware he'd put on his telephone voice, articulating carefully in the hope that a show of good breeding would get a better result.
"We can't take payments over the phone," said Jane, helpfully, "you need to send a cheque to the address on the back of the parking charge."
"Ah, no, that's not what I was after, erm.....I sent a letter with a copy of the ticket that I purchased on the relevant date." He spoke fast hearing her draw breath for her next dismissal, "the letter explained that I had displayed the ticket, but when I shut my car door the ticket must have blown off the dash into the car well and was missed by your warden. So I did in fact buy a ticket and, therefore, shouldn't have to pay a fine."
"Tickets have to be displayed," said Jane, brightly.
"Ah, yes I know that," he kept his voice even, "and it was, but on this occasion the wind must've blown it off the dash when...."
"Tickets have to be displayed," repeated Jane.
"Right," it was getting harder to maintain the even tone, but he managed to swallow his irritation, "I know that but the main point is that people buy a ticket, I mean, that's the whole point right?"
Jane didn't respond.
"That's the whole idea, to pay for the parking space for a given period of time, well I did pay and I have the ticket to prove it...."
"Tickets have to be displayed," said Jane, adding firmly, "at all times."
"I know that, Jane, but I'm telling you I bought a ticket, so I rented the space, and something occurred be it an act of god or what, but something occurred so that the ticket fell from my dashboard into the car well. I didn't avoid buying a ticket, I bought one, still have it and sent you a copy...." He was losing it, and losing her, he knew it but he couldn't stop.
"I'm sorry sir," said Jane, her voice still at the same equable pitch, "but I will have to terminate this call."
"Don't do that," said Barry, wildly, "it took me fifteen minutes to get through."
"Sorry sir," said Jane, sounding anything but, "I've advised you that tickets must be displayed so I can't help you any further, good day," with which she hung up.
Barry clenched his fists, incandescent with suppressed fury, knowing it was bad for his blood pressure but momentarily unable to get a grip. He breathed deeply and counted to 10 then punched the number in again. His heart slowed to normal during the enforced waiting period. He avoided looking at his team idling down the road, working on the childish premise 'if I don't look at you, then you can't see me.'
It was 10 minutes before he heard the voice he'd been waiting for.
"Hello, my name's Gareth, how may I help you today?" Smooth, silky.
"Hi Gareth," said Barry, aiming for instant camaraderie, "I'm having a little problem with erm.....a parking ticket."
"We can't take payments over the phone, sir" said Gareth, helpfully, man-to-man, "you need to send a cheque to the address on the back of the parking charge."
"I know that, Gareth but the thing is, you see, I did buy a ticket so this fine isn't really relevant to me."
"Was it adequately displayed in your car window sir?" asked Gareth.
"Right," said Barry, thinking 'this is going pear-shaped fast', "let me explain ..."
"I'm sorry sir," said Gareth, oil-slick smooth, "unless the ticket was displayed in your car window I won't be able to help you."
"I get that," desperation was taking his breath away, "but can you please explain the purpose of buying a ticket?"
"To rent the parking space sir," said Gareth, happy to oblige, "but the ticket has to be displayed. It's part of the terms and conditions. This is displayed on the sign where you would have purchased the ticket and on the reverse of the ticket."
"So you don't dispute that I bought a ticket?" This is not what he had meant to say, the conversation was getting away from him again.
"I'm not in a position to comment on that, sir."
'Stop calling me sir when you mean shithead', Barry thought savagely, whilst forcing his voice into an even tone, "Surely you have a procedure in place that takes accidents into account?"
"The rules and terms are clear; the ticket must be clearly displayed."
"But that's criminal," now he'd lost it, "that means you get money for the parking and then you get to fine people 60 quid with no recourse or....."
"I'm afraid I can't progress this any further sir," said Gareth, all firm and righteous, "so I'm terminating the call, good day."
"Don't..." shouted Barry to the dial tone, "You fuckin' bastard, right, I'll 'ave you!" he snarled, manhandling the number into his phone, cursing violently as each digit went in, heart palpitating ferociously as he waded through the auto service and this time waiting a further 20 minutes for an operator, neurotically convinced they knew it was him and were making him wait longer on purpose.
"Hello, you're through to Diane," yet another well-modulated voice. Were they churning them out of a fucking sausage machine somewhere? "How may I assist you today?"
He launched straight away into his speech, hoping to catch her unawares, "I bought a parking ticket and I placed it on the dashboard of my car, but when I returned to my car I had a parking fine ...."
"Ah, well sir," began Diane.
"If you could just wait for me to finish please Diane, you see I then sent a copy of the ticket and a letter explaining what must've happened to...."
"Was the ticket displayed in your car window sir?"
"It was when I left the car but it must've fallen off...it was on the floor," he was aware how piteous he sounded; it was all he could do not to cry in rage and frustration.
"If the ticket wasn't adequately displayed we are entitled to levy a fine...."
"Surely once I present evidence that I bought a ticket ............"
"Do you still have the ticket sir?" asked Diane.
Breakthrough, he thought, she's listening, "Yes I do Diane," he said warmly, he could cuddle her.
"Good," said Diane, her voice bright and even more helpful than before, "then if you look on the reverse you will see it says in the terms and conditions...."
He blinked. For a moment he was too shocked to speak, then he rallied, he'd come too far to stop on a technicality, "Yes I know what it says, but you're not listening to me, I paid for the ticket, I paid to park there and now you're fining me for an act of god."
"The rules and terms are clear; the ticket must be clearly displayed."
"Diane, please, am I talking to a human being or a robot here? I'm telling you that I bought your lousy ticket, I paid to park there, this fine is all wrong."
"I'm sorry sir, but unless the ticket is adequately displayed...."
"Right!" said Barry, "in that case give me my money back. The money I paid for the parking ticket, £3.50, I want it back. If you're going to fine me anyway then you have to give me my money back."
"I'm sorry sir," said Diane, sounding infinitesimally off-balance. He felt like he'd scored a goal at Wembley, "there are no circumstances under which we'd offer a refund."
"But I paid for the ticket, I paid to park there, so you owe me a fucking refund if you intend to sting me for 60 quid."
"If you are going to verbally abuse me," said Diane, balance restored, "I will have to terminate the call, good day."
He dialled again, he would do this all day if he had to; it now meant more to him than his job, in fact he would commit the rest of his life to achieving this one thing. Verbal abuse? I'll give you verbal abuse.
He readied himself to launch a vitriolic tirade when he heard an electronic male voice on the other end, "We have received several nuisance calls from this number, therefore, I'm immediately terminating this call."
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Getting ready to release book 2 of "Midnight" If you would like a "FREE" copy of book 1 for a honest review on smashwords, and amazon let me know...michaelablesbooks@gmail.com, also check out http://www.michaelablesbooks.com. If you see anything you would like to read for a honest review please e-mail me.Grant lapped at the blood. He closed his eyes. The taste, the warmth. His whole body shivered. He stood back looking at her. Yes, after all these years she was the one. She would be his mate. He felt a connection to her. He couldn’t explain it. He felt emotions he hadn’t felt since he was a child. He watched as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He actually felt sorry for her. He wanted to go to her. Unchain her from the wall, and console her. What was going on? He was a vampire. He killed for pleasure. He took a step back from her. There were other forces at work here. Something he didn’t understand. He did know that she would be his.
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Hey everybody! I'm excited to say that my first novel, The Footsteps of Cain, is currently rated 4.6 out of 5 stars on Amazon, and I've gotten overwhelmingly positive feedback from those who have given it their valuable time. I'd love to give a free copy to anyone who would be interested in reviewing it!Description:
He made a mistake. His punishment? Kill the world.
A nameless immortal wanders a desert of his own making, on a planet mostly devoid of life. He is imprisoned to the will of a malevolent spirit...limping toward atonement through a chain of uncountable bloody deeds, and across many millennia. The only thing that keeps him going is the promise of freedom...not for himself, but for a love that he has destroyed.
His ages-long road has led him to the distant future, to the planet's very last settlement of humanity. There, with one final, tired massacre, he aims to end the world.
He will find the last remnant of civilization unwilling to enter the void so easily. He will also find that the world has one final, soul-stirring revelation yet left for him.
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Hi! I have a book that really needs some reviews on Amazon. If interested, email me at ckwriters2@gmail.comKatarina made her first kill when she was 15. Began her career as a paid assassin at 18. Now she's tired of being the thing that goes bump in the night and wants a normal life- the white picket fence, kids, a husband and a dog. Maybe even a cat.
So who does she have to kill to get it?
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Hello!My science fiction novel, Carapace, will be released on June 30th.
I am happy to provide a free Advanced Reading Copy for anyone to read and (hopefully) review.
If you are interested, please post your email address and which format you'd like (or PM me) and I'd be happy to send you a copy.
Warning: Explicit language and some sexual content.
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Humans are not at the top of the food chain. While a brave few humans are ready to fight to regain their freedom from their alien conquerors, the human race's hopes depend on a girl who doesn't give a damn about their cause or freedom.
Khara, a tough-as-nails survivor, finds her place serving the alien invaders even as she struggles with revulsion of the aliens and loneliness after the loss of her family in the invasion. As she serves the aliens, she learns that she has an ability (unlike most humans) to interpret the chemical emanations which serve as their main form of communication.
Nestra – the alien Queen’s Shame Receptor – struggles with loyalty to her Queen while recognizing the Queen’s madness, a madness that is spread to her people through her powerful chemical emanations. Lonely and forbidden the chemical “sharing” with others of her species, Nestra turns to humans for companionship.
As the humans plot revolution and the Queen’s madness creates a schism between infected and uninfected aliens, time is running out for humans. Will the forbidden friendship that develops between Khara and Nestra show them all a new way – coexistence?
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Hey everyone! :) I'm trying to figure out how to get my series out there and I would love your feedback!I have a whole Fantasy series out right now and in exchange for reviews on each of the books, I will send out free mobi or PDF copies to you.
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The Lot of a NobodyHi everyone
YA - HUMOR / ADVENTURE / TEEN DRAMA
I'm hoping for reviewers (especially in the US) to get in touch. I have a MOBI / ePUB / PDF version available to send out.
Here's the blurb:
"Lot was a Nobody. Lot was a nobody. Sometimes, life deals you a right melon."
Lot Nobody is average - even his ears - and is so lonely that he's become invisible. But on his 16th birthday Lot truly starts disappearing - uprooted to a magical island, then sent back fully naked in the most embarrassing of situations.
After befriending Ethan Longbow - a classmate who's about as street as a satsuma - Lot's insecurities start to peel away, an angry volcano begins to pulsate, and Lot Nobody goes toe-to-toe with the dastardly megalomaniac Hector Shady.
Lot must now face his anxieties, save his new island friends, and discover why the hell his bum has been so itchy ...
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Hey guys and girls. My book in Quicksand is available on Kindle for free now, and for the next five days. Would love to get some reviews if anyone can help. Think YA, skins, Paper Towns-esque. Link below if you think that could be your kind of thing.https://www.amazon.com/Quicksand-Kevi...
Hi,I'm looking for reviewers for my literary coming-of-age novel Understanding the Alacran.
Understanding the Alacran follows a troubled 22-year-old man who moves to Mexico and gains a better understanding of the addiction and mental illness destroying his life. The novel is equal parts dark and humorous and explores many of the questions that haunt young people searching for love and their place in this world. It also offers a poetic look at the raw beauty and healing power of Mexico.
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"An appealing, engrossing story that moves beyond the traditional coming of age approach to add social and cultural concerns into the mix . . . Given the latest state of affairs between the U.S. and Mexico . . . makes it an especially relevant, timely read."
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"Unique and accessible . . . brilliant story that explores the evil of drugs, a man's struggle for freedom and redemption through love . . . the finish is awesome."
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I'm an award-winning, best-selling novelist, optioned screenwriter, songwriter, and poet based in San Diego. I typically write character-driven dramas that are equal parts dark and humorous and that explore themes of misery and alienation as human constructions, which can be overcome through self-understanding and the acceptance of suffering.
The novel is currently only available in MOBI, PDF, and EPUB formats; however, I'll be able to send a print copy in about a month, if preferred.
Note: This novel contains profane language, heavy drinking/drug use, fighting, graphic sex, and acts of bigotry and misogyny, so if this isn't to your tastes, feel free to pass.
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Hello, EveryoneA BODY RESURRECTED, is a Kindle Suspense/Romance/ with a bit of Sci-Fi woven in. COLORS IN THE DARK is a Kindle Romantic/Suspense. You can contact me at atreyhu@att.net if you wish to review one of them. Thank-you!
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Sixteen year-old Mira is an Egyptian girl who lives a quiet life in her small village in Lower Egypt 3303 B.C.E. But two visitors from the planet Aut are about to change that. The first “flying metal” that whips across the sky carries a murderous plague by the name of Demen. The second one that follows, brings a bounty-hunter named Weir. Against her father’s wishes, Mira becomes Weir’s accomplice in his mission to apprehend Demen before another woman dies by his hands.
But there’s a problem: Demen is now a powerful Pharaoh in the city of Sharkura. Will apprehending him cost Weir and Mira their lives?
Almay, California, USA, twenty-first century:
Tina Leggs oversees the artifacts and exhibits of the Graham-Arlee museum. She has no idea that the mummy exhibit that’s drawing huge crowds, is the same Demen that her ancestor, Mira, bravely faced centuries ago.
Demen is no longer a powerful Pharaoh. Now, he’s nothing more than a museum exhibit since he was discovered in the Valley of the Kings. But a rare occurrence will give him life once more. And his desire to kill the misery known as woman is as strong as ever.
Enter Q, a second bounty-hunter sent from Aut to capture him. Like Mira, Tina has been cast into the role of ally to this handsome visitor. Amid the destruction Demen is causing, and the risk to their lives to stop him, a bond of love has developed between them.
But, will she leave her family on Earth for the sake of that love?
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COLORS IN THE DARK
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Hailey Campbell was raised by her adoptive mother in a home filled with unconditional love and foster children. Her biological mother, a heroin addict, couldn’t keep her; her father, a right-wing conservative keeps her existence a secret. And yet, in her day to day struggles of trying to deal with this kooky puzzle called her life, the idea of true love will never hold any priority. Is there really such a thing as the, quote, “man of your dreams”, your, “soul mate”? If her only comparison are the Neanderthals she seems to attract, that middle-of-the-puzzle piece will forever sit waiting for a match.
She attends an important gala, surrounded by expensive tuxedos and glittering gowns; and with a prideful lift of the chin, is contented with sampling the high-end cuisine and expensive wine—alone. A man? Why bother? Love? Who needs it? No sooner do those pitiable questions cross her mind, when her answer appears from the midst of all those international dignitaries in the form of the most beautiful man named Manley. And despite the secrets he’s hesitant to reveal about himself, the meaning of love was finally made clear that night.
But there’s a challenge waiting for Hailey in Sweet Tea, Mississippi; population 700. That’s not counting the Ransom militia compound at the edge of town. And if she doesn’t get there in time to save eighteen month-old Abbie from one of its members, Sheriff Carl, Hailey will lose her behind those thick walls protected by the First Amendment and never see her again.
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Good Morning! I have PDF copies of both of my poetry books available for reviews. The books undoubtedly have something in there for everyone. Review one or both. God Heals The Pain is 58 pages and Echoes Through The Universe is 124 pages. Have an awesome day!
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I have a novella that is book 1 of a new series. I'm looking for reviews. I can supply it in Mobi, ePub and PDF. This is the link Devil in the Kitchen It's a fun, fast and a bit of a steamy read. Not meant to be taken seriously, but I hope it leaves you with a smile on your face!
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I have a novella that is book 1 of a new series. I'm looking for reviews. I can supply it in Mobi, ePub and PDF. This is the link Devil in the Kitchen It's a fun, fast and a bit of a steamy read. Not meant to be taken seriously, but I hope it leaves you with a smile on your face!
Thanks
Ang
Hello to everyone, I have written 5 books which includes fantasy as well as one mystery novel. So far, I've gotten good but limited feedback and, like many indie authors, I need more.There are 2 fantasy novellas (The Clovel Sword Chronicles) which are free on Amazon (kindle) and B&N (nook)setup as a back story to the others in the series. I would be honored if you could take a quick read and provide feedback.
The novellas are set in the terra world of Kamin where cruel gods run roughshod over humanity. Add in a mix of exotic creatures along with foul monsters and you will see a place where people become tough, resilient, even vicious. It is a violent world of sword and sorcery which can bring out the worst and the best of the inhabitants.
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If you like the novellas and wish for a free copy of the Shield of Skool, please let me know and I will arrange it. Also, if you find an interest in other books for review, just drop me a line.
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Hello everyone, I am looking for reviewers for my new spiritual/self-help book "Harness The Power Within", available at Amazon. -> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06X6KNT82**FREE with Kindle Unlimited**; Or I can provide .epub, .pdf, or .mobi version in exchange for an honest review. Let me know.
Hi readers and reviewers, my new superhero/urban fantasy Karma is now available for presale on Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/kcpvtxa
I'm looking for anyone interested in an ARC copy for possible review.
Please visit www.cynthiavespia.com/karma or PM me directly. I can currently provide a PDF or MOBI
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A mask, a makeup brush, and amazing powers. It’s all in a days work for supermodel turned superhero, Karma.
Silke Butters lived within the glitz and glamour of the modeling world, until the day that world was turned upside down. Suddenly embodied with superpowers, she finds herself thrust into a world of heroes and villains, each enhanced with powers of their own. As Silke’s powers begin to grow she finds herself caught in the middle of a tug-of-war between both a subdivision of the U.S. government known as Shadow Company, and a ruthless terrorist organization known as The Sin Squad. Both entities want the “enhanced” for their respective teams with Silke as the main prize. To disguise her famous face, and protect those that she loves, Silke invents an alter ego. Karma is born of necessity to decide the fate of those who are ill-intentioned and empower others with hope. With the help of her former flame Joe Riggs, and her computer hacker friend Maki, Silke develops a heroes call-to-action to battle the dark force that threatens to annihilate humanity. Karma, the 1st in a 5 part series, blends the over-the-top punch of popular comic book stories, with the literary nuance of an urban fantasy novel. A genre-blending roller coaster ride, Karma will delight both superhero fans and fantasy readers alike.
The JestivanHey everyone. I'm looking for lovers of Epic Fantasy---tales with multiple PoV's, magic, dozens of key characters, massive worlds, and intricate story-lines. Books where each character is complex in their own way, constantly toeing the line of moral ambiguity; books with political maneuvering; books that have amassed 6+ years of worldbuilding and writing, and thousands of dollars into professional editors.
The eBook is FREE on Amazon for the next three days! If you read this after May 4th has ended, let me know, and I'll send it to you through email. I want honest reviews. Don't hold back.
When birthed into the world as the son of the great Mendac LeAnce, miraculous feats are expected. Mendac was the Fifth of Five, making him the final hero in the Of Five—a five-part series of fairy tales that stretches over 1,500 years.
Bryson, unfortunately, was given the impossible task of following in his dead father's footsteps. And after sixteen years of mediocrity, the only time people notice him is to ridicule his existence. The world has given up on Mendac's son.
But there are two people on Bryson's side: a stone-faced, lifelong best friend who's never expressed an emotion in her life, and a secret-riddled man who has taken care of Bryson since his father's death. They're his rocks. He has learned to appreciate and lean on their friendship, regardless of their more mysterious side … even if those mysteries put Bryson's life in jeopardy.
Things are looking up for the young LeAnce as the new school year at Phesaw begins. He receives a letter informing him of his induction into the recreation of the Jestivan, an elite group of students that had only existed once in the school's history. Its formation presents the opportunity of new friends for Bryson. But when ten highly talented students come together, there is bound to be conflict.
Warring personalities and competitive attitudes are minor hurdles, however; considering the fact that warring kingdoms are more pressing. A 1,500-year war boils over as a traitor turns his back on his realm, threats of a dangerous king rising from the ashes begin to surface, one of the Jestivan goes missing, and someone close to Bryson is hiding something with more regard for the thing being protected than Bryson’s life.
The Jestivan must develop camaraderie, and do it fast. Otherwise, they’re going to have to force it. And that can end in devastation.
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Hello everyone, I'm looking for possible reviews on my latest publication, Pnaramakhia, a Lovecraftian steampunk/thriller.
The book is already FREE on Kindle Unlimited, and, if you don't have that service available, I'm happy to send a free .epub, .mobi, or .pdf copy via email to everybody interested in reading it. Simply message me and I'll get back at you as soon as possible.
Two knights track down a dangerous monster lurking beneath Pnarakon, the City of Masks.
As they prepare themselves to spring their ambush on the beast, little they know that they are about to be dragged in the middle of an insidious conspiracy which threatens to shake the entirety of the Structure.
In a claustrophobic world where food and space are precious commodities and sunlight is only a distant memory, a Warrior, a Scion, and a Scholar will struggle through the echoes of fear and desperation resonating in the rusted-out corridors of an endless labyrinth.
Pulled into a vortex of political machinations, war, and madness, these lost souls will attempt to find a way out of the dreaded maze of steel and paranoid delusions upon which the Structure is built, as their sanity is constantly tested by vile betrayals, twisted sorcery, and eldritch horrors of forgotten times...
What is Pnaramakhia?
Pnaramakhia is a dystopian, steampunk thriller with a lovecraftian flair. Within it, I subvert and deconstruct a few common fantasy tropes while, at the same time, I explore some of the darker aspects of the human mind.
Also, I would like to preemptively reassure you that the book has been proof-read several times and professionally edited before its publication.
What's the story about?
If you like dark steampunk settings, you'll find plenty of that here.
If you like accurate and deep world-building, that's also in here.
If you like cosmic horrors, ancient aliens, sorcery, claustrophobic underground ruins, you'll find them here.
If you like mystery, political intrigue, and hard moral choices, that's also part of the package.
If you like accurate historical combat, battle strategy, and world-shaking plots, I've got you covered as well.
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I'd appreciate having some reviews for the new edition of my inspirational literary love story, World of the Innocent, on Goodreads and Amazon. It's a quick read, about 106 pages. Release day is on May 23, but reviews can be posted before or after that date. Please reply or Inbox me if you're interested in receiving an ARC. I have MOBI, EPUB, and PDF copies available. Thanks!
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Jhoi: she’s poetic. She’s guarded. And she couldn’t imagine having much to do with a guy like Marcas. Sure, Marcas is a brilliant fellow artist, admired by plenty of fans. But he’s so remarkably...strange.
Still, Marcas touches Jhoi’s soul. And through the counsel of a shrewd old neighbor, Jhoi will discover a link between intimate friendship and becoming a steward of an era.
A tale of love, enduring belief, and the meaning of innocence—based on a true story.
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I am happy to provide a free Advanced Reading Copy for anyone to read and (hopefully) review.
If you are..."
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Hello all,My second fantasy novel, Dark Storms Ragings, will be released soon. Please let me know if you want an advanced copy to review. I can only provide electronic copies.
The book is #2 in a series, so I will provide a copy of the first one as well.
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The Dial, a new collection of science fiction short stories is now available free on Amazon here until Tuesday May 16th.
If you are interested getting hold of a copy beyond this date, get in touch and i'll see what I can do. An offer of a free copy in exchange for a review is always welcome.
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My novel Sans Espoir will be Free on Amazon kindle from March 4th to March 8th. I would really love to get some honest reviews.