From 27th to 28th August, Book 2 will be free on Amazon. Amazon sets their promotions to go from midnight to midnight Pacific Time, which is seven hours behind GMT. So if you are from UK, grab your copy from 7.00 am 27th to 6.59 am 29th August. And if you haven't read Book 1, download that for £2.99!
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I am now about three-quarters of the way through the final book of The Main Man Trilogy! This is the point, when working on a book, where I get the most excitement out of writing. The lives of the main characters appear to be going in a particular direction and the subplots appear to have been resolved.
Now is the time to draw breath before it all kicks off. Because now is the dizzying buildup to the climax and the inevitable final resolution. But is it inevitable? Through the whole month of July you can purchase His Willing Marionettes at a 75% discount. Click here for details.
Thanks to much support from everyone, the cover for Book 2 of The Main Man Trilogy has got through to Round 2 in the All Author Book Cover of the Month Competition. Please click on the link to help it get into the last 50 and Round 3. Designed by a very talented teenager, it is one of the few covers left that has been hand-illustrated.
https://allauthor.com/cover-of-the-month/8041 ‘The Goddess Fortune is the Devil’s servant ready to Kiss any ones Arse’:
quote by William Blake. With the Covid-19 lockdown, together with the closure of my local tennis club, I was expecting to fly along with my writing of The Devil’s Servant. I had just finished Part 1, so starting on Part 2 was going to be easy. Except that the opening chapter involved two of my main characters attending a funeral, which I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to embark on just then. I also found it difficult to write about my fictional friends going about any sort of business – fun or otherwise – while everybody in the real world was stuck at home. But, after a couple of weeks of inactivity, I finally knuckled down, and I’m now eagerly about to embark on Part 3. The end is finally in sight! But, as I am nearing a successful conclusion, can this be said of my much-loved antihero, Darren? (Yes, I really do love him.) As minor characters from his past start to re-emerge to both embarrass and threaten him, who, if any of them, will prove to be his Nemesis? The Roman Goddess Fortuna has come to represent life’s capriciousness, randomly dispensing good or ill fortune. So, as she prepares to take the final throw of her dice…? Now that libraries have closed because of Covid-19, I am running a FREE eBook offer for Book 1 of The Main Man Trilogy. For details of the books, please click here. For Book 1 click here - FREE on Smashwords until 31 May For Book 2 click here - FREE on Amazon KU Also: If you would like to spend the odd 10 minutes reading one of my short stories, please click here. Book 1 of The Main Man Trilogy will be FREE until 20th April on Smashwords. They are running this special sale to help readers cope with the ongoing Covid-19 pandemic. Libraries are closing everywhere, so please pick up your free ebook here.
From 25th to 29th February, Book 2 of The Main Man Trilogy will be FREE as an Amazon eBook, and will remain FREE to Kindle Unlimited subscribers for the foreseeable future.
Book 1 of The Main Man Trilogy is soon to be placed with Smashwords and Draft2Digital as well as Amazon. This means that from 24th February it will no longer be available to read for free with Kindle Unlimited.
However, I am running a FREE promotion from 21/23rd February. I am also upping my personal promotion of the book through various websites. Any reviews on Amazon will be gratefully received. Here's a taster from Book 2 Tightening His Grip.
Our antihero Darren (Dan), is performing the final number with his other band members, Gerry and Oz. And guess what poor Leah has in store for her later. From Chapter 25 I grab my cat pee-coloured wig from the holdall next to Oz’s drum kit and put it on before facing the audience. I raise my chin, pucker my lips and hold up my right hand, pressing the tips of my thumb and index finger together and straightening the other three to form 666 – the mark of the Beast. I stay silent for a moment, waiting till I hear Trump’s whiny, high-pitched, New York accent. ‘Let me extend a welcome to you all, even to the losers and haters.’ A cheer goes up before a tirade of boos and catcalls. ‘Call that a welcome? I don’t. You’re not very nice people. In fact you’re nasty people. I should have insisted the management build a wall between us. In fact, call this shit-hole a suitable venue for the President of the US of A? I certainly don’t.’ The booing has started again, so I straighten out my arm and fingers and show them my palm, saying, ‘Quieten down and listen to me, why don’t you?’ A couple of dickheads from my politics tutorial group are standing at the back. My blood starts pumping overtime at the thought of the heckling they gave me at the Oxford Union on Thursday. I point a finger directly at them. ‘Any more of that – and the management won’t ever let you back here. You’re just not special enough.’ I turn to Dan and Oz and indicate for them to start the intro. I go straight in, jabbing my finger at each member of the audience in turn. ‘I won’t stand for you minions With your half-baked opinions. Screw you with your views, You think they’re all true? Fake news is abuse. You’d better think twice, It’s not very nice, And what’s this about Calling me the Anti-Christ?’ I’m flying – gyrating my hips and waving my arms about randomly as the tongue-twisters slide out, faster and faster. Like when I played the Modern Major General in the Pirates of Penzance at school. People are whistling, clapping their hands in time to the beat. This attention – it’s addictive. I need it to go on forever. All your shit about obstruction and collusion, It was just an illusion, confusion, so up yours, you losers. I’m no longer your mate, The way you’re spreading the hate over SkyGate. I don’t recall a leader who’s ever been cleaner, Absolved from all crimes and misdemeanours. I’m transparent, that’s more than apparent. I’ve done nothing wrong! ‘It’s hardly a crime Handling goods that aren’t mine, To fondle your missus, Steal a few kisses Before grapping some pussy…’ The catcalls have started again and Leah has completely wrapped herself around her column. Is it supporting her, or will the roof cave in if she lets go? The way girls look at me – God do I need that. My mind’s wandering… Concentrate, will you! Last verse coming up. You won’t be working for me With your tosh about forming, Storming, norming and performing. It doesn’t happen that way, You don’t get a say. It’s your loss, And I couldn’t give a toss because… Who am I? You’ve got it. I’m the Boss. I’m the Man, And you don’t get a say. Because I’m the Boss of The US of A. It’s finished and the applause is like gunshot from an automatic. Gerry and Oz put a hand under my armpits and drag me away before relieving me of my wig. I give Leah a wink as I march offstage and out of the stage door. As I walk to the car, I text her with instructions as to where to meet. She’s with me in a couple of minutes – out of breath and pale as she climbs into the car. I turn on the ignition and pull away from the curb. ‘So… What did you make of it?’ ‘Wow!’ she says. ‘Just… wow!’ She’s staring at me in adulation, which is only to be expected after the accolade I got just now. |