‘Banning the Bullshit’ Sunday: ‘Food of love’ by Anne. R. Allen

No, it isn’t Valentine’s day and no, you haven’t forgotten that all-important anniversary (at least, I don’t think you have. And if you have, no amount of BS will get you out of it! )…

It’s Sunday. ‘Banning the Bullshit’ Sunday to be precise.

So, what literary lusciousness do I have for you today then? Ah, well, you may have heard of this lady before. Quite a few times actually. THAT is because she writes lots of books and we, publish them! She is even collaborating with the uber-awesome, Catherine Ryan Hyde (of ‘Paying it forward’ fame) on a ‘How to…’ book, but more of that in a mo….

There’s just no stopping Anne R. Allen – and we love it! In fact, talking of love: Get a load of this – ‘Food of love‘ is the latest addition to the MWiDP fold and to Anne’s ever-growing collection of brilliant books (see the end of the blog for links to other bullshit-free posts). BUT, ‘Food of love‘ is actually Anne’s first-ever published novel (OK, we came to the game a little late on this one) and is still her best-selling. There’s a reason for that.

It’s brilliant.

Yup. No messing. Comedy thriller. Porn, screwball romantic comedy. It has the lot. Here’s the blurb (oh and guess who provides the intro?):

Food of Love was Anne R. Allen’s first published novel, and continues to be her most popular of her five (and counting) books.

First published in the UK in 2003 by the now-defunct Babash-Ryan, it’s a romp through the world of the booming late 1990’s. Part thriller and part screwball romantic comedy, Food of Love appeals to readers on both sides of the pond. Beneath its roller-coaster plot and comic exterior, the story addresses some complex issues about body image, religion and a woman’s right to choose.

Food of Love tells the story of Regina, a former supermodel, now princess of a tiny European principality (yes, these places do still exist, although the one in this novel is of course fictional), who has lost her skeletal figure and finds herself threatened by an unknown assassin. Fearing her royal husband wants to kill her now that she’s not model-thin, she seeks protection from her estranged African-American foster sister, conservative Christian television pundit, Rev. Cady Stanton.

Reverend Cady has some serious weight and romantic issues of her own, compounded when an “accident” intended for Regina leaves her temporarily blind. But when Regina is declared dead and Cady’s seventy-year old secretary is wrongly arrested for smuggling a small nuclear bomb to the funeral, Cady takes control.

With the help of a porn mogul, a Russian spy, a rap diva and her fierce hairdresser-girlfriend, Cady is able to save Regina, restore the bomb to its proper owners, and unearth the long-buried family secrets that hold the key to her own happiness.

Food of Love has all the classic elements of comedy thriller and believable farce that have become the hallmark of an Anne R. Allen novel.

Introduced by UK best-selling author Saffina Desforges.

Oh and here’s the link stuff:

Amazon UK

Amazon.com

Amazon.fr

Amazon.de

Sooooo, you know what I’m gonna say, right? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

So, where was I? Oh yeah, when all those around you lose their heads… here’s how to keep yours and survive in the E-age.

Anne and Catherine have been around the block where sanity and writing is concerned. Believe me. So, when two experienced and successful writers decide to come together and produce a ‘How to’ book, you have no choice as a writer (and even less as a publisher, I mean, HELLO, I watched ‘Pay it forward’ three times) but to read it. And read it you can. Soon.

‘How to be a writer in the E-Age and keep your E-Sanity‘ will be released mid-June, so look out of it. In the meantime, cast your peepers over the amazing cover, designed by our very own design God extraordinaire, Athanasios.

Oof! Cool, huh?

*sigh* I just don’t know how I do it.

Until next time fellow BsF’ers…

Saffi

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‘Banning the bullshit’ Sunday: ‘Beyond Nostalgia’ by Tom Winton

Ok, here we are again. BtB. I LOVE it!

Noooooooooo steaming pile of cack here, M’lad. TOTALLY bullshit free. We all know where to go for that (should it be your thing)…

Soooo, what have we today then? Well, it’s a bit of a strange one this.

A guy that writes romance? Whaaaaaaaaa’? Yup.

No, I mean it. BUT, whatever you were thinking, un-think it. That’s it. Shake your head, rid your brain of all those crazy images, reverse the cogs, empty those little grey cells and picture this:

A guy that writes romance BRILLIANTLY.

Described as a “monumental romance” Beyond Nostalgia is just that – with class.

Now, those of you that know me will know that romance isn’t my thing. I’m more of a blood & guts kinda gal, but I really enjoyed this. It’s just…real. A love story, yes. Soppy, girly romance, no.

A unique voice and a tale told without the frills. A story or true love that survives all the hurdles.

This is what others have said about it:

BEYOND NOSTALGIA: Born with blue in his collar instead of his veins, best-selling author Dean Cassidy chronicles his soul-scarring rise from New York’s darkest alleys to a place high atop the literary world.

As difficult and unlikely as such a climb is, there’s yet another force working against Dean. He’s forever haunted by treasured memories of his long-lost teenage soul-mate. Theresa! Theresa! Theresa! She just won’t go away!

Despite all Dean’s hang-ups and mental baggage, he eventually does marry another woman. And for twenty years his wife, Maddy Frances, remains so giving (and forgiving) she deserves to be canonized a living saint. Even after she finds Dean unconscious at a botched suicide attempt–a time-faded photograph of Theresa clenched in his hands—her love never wavers.

But is Maddy’s loyalty enough to keep them together? Or will a force far stronger than fate alone change everything?

MORE PRAISE FOR TOM WINTON’S ‘BEYOND NOSTALGIA‘

“I have no doubt that it will be huge once it gets the attention of the right people, and be compulsory reading in schools one day. For me it was on par with Harper Lee, JD Salinger or John Steinbeck as American social commentary…” – Mark Williams International

“It’s very difficult to write what is called a literary novel without coming across as wordy or plain rambling. I find Faulkner and Joyce and Lawrence, among others, all too fond of the sound of their own words and unable to ‘get on with it’. You’ve done that brilliantly.” – Nicholas Boving

“I love it when I find a book so touching like yours. The story itself is the force of it all, you capture human emotions going against real life obstacles. You’ve done a wonderful job and it took me a while to find the words fit for a comment. Even so, I find them useless, all I can say it’s been a beautifully haunting read.” – Julia Siboney

“Beyond Nostalgia is a story told with such tenderness and depth that it will break your heart. It reaches out and grabs the hopeless romantic in all of us.” – Isabel Lopez

“You write with such a unique voice, it’s like I’m the person narrating your story, and I already feel what’s happening, happened, and will happen even though I don’t know what is, did, and will. That is remarkable.” – Kevin Wong

“Oh Thomas, I absolutely love your story. The place, the pacing, the sweet youth of Theresa and Dean, you have captured it all. This is about more than love it is about intimacy, opening your heart and soul.” – K.C. Hart

You might also want to check out Tom Winton’s newest release as well, ‘The Last American Martyr’.Tom was one of the very first authors we took on when we launched our digital imprint, MWiDP and we did so without hesitation. If you read this book, you’ll know why.

So, I only have one question: What are you waiting for? Here’s the links:

Amazon UK

Amazon.com

Amazon Germany

Amazon France

Happy Sunday. See, no crap!

Saffi

12 Days of Christmas – #7 Ruth Barrett

And so to #7 in our Christmas countdown!

Today, Ruth Barrett explains about her personal holiday demons, how she copes with them and her creepy cure (I mean, come on, what did you expect from this lady?)

Christmas time… again.

I struggle with Christmas more and more as each year comes and goes. I always want it to be something magical. Not about the buying and giving of Stuff, or the exhausting pace of trying to cram too many dutiful visits into a short stretch of time. The pressure is huge to have a GOOD TIME and feel all warm and fuzzy. It wearies me.

Family dynamics play a big part in whether one enjoys Christmas or not. For the most part, my family and I are relatively remote (pardon the awful pun.) I have no grandparents or aunts and uncles left, my cousins are mostly strangers to me, and my more immediate family are all living in their own little bubbles (as am I). There are a handful of exceptions: I am very close to my mother, and one of my three older brothers and his daughter do keep up a consistent connection. I’m not sure why it has to be this way without getting into a lot of intimate family head-shrinking and analysis. It is what it is.

Since my parents are elderly and now living in a condo, the hosting of the ‘holiday family gathering’ (and frankly the only time I ever see most of them) is a quietly contentious issue. Everyone waits for someone else to step forward. No one ever does until the pressure builds to the boiling point at the last minute, and then there is a simmering unvoiced resentment if you can’t make it due to other plans. I am single, don’t drive and live in a small town at some distance from everyone. During the off-season, getting to my parent’s city by public transport is a day-long tedium of mixed buses, taxis and trains. Throw in the date of December 24th or 25th and the nightmare is compounded a thousandfold. Weather can also be dicey, as I live in a snow-belt.

The stress of it all starts about now and lasts into the New Year. I’m hoping- whoever bothers to host (and I am not set-up to do so, and am furthest away of all the clan)- that I can get a ride with a friend so at least I see my Mom. I have a horror of spending Christmas Day alone. There is a kid in me who wants a beautiful tree with amazing decorations, a table laden with a feast and happy faces to share it all with me. The reality is never close to that sort of fun, and the effort to make it happen at all is exhausting.

Don’t feel too down: these are just my personal seasonal demons, and I’ll cope. I always manage somehow to have some great times with friends, enjoy a feast and do something charitable. I just wish it didn’t feel like something we have to do, and always on other people’s terms. I try to treat others well all year long. I want nothing more than to let go of past regrets, and just rise above social pressures and family politics.

For all that, there is a tradition I hold dear. The best of all Christmas stories is a British ghost story. Every year I make sure to read it, or attend a public reading of it, and watch the brilliant black and white Alastair Sim film version. No colorization please! No lame ‘updated’ movies with Jim Carrey or what have you! If you have never read the original, do yourself an enormous favour and get yourself a copy. This quote really captures it all:

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!”

- A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens

Ruth Barrett is the author of a ghost story too! ‘Base Spirits’ is available as an e-book here:

Amazon Kindle

Amazon UK

Smashwords

Paperbacks are available through fine indie bookshops: Fanfare Books: fanfare@cyg.net or Callan Books: jcallan@orc.ca (Autographed upon request before shipping.)

Follow Ruth on Twitter

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Thanks Ruth!

Ruth kindly gifted me a copy of ‘Base Spirits’ for Christmas and I can’t wait to read it!

Come back tomorrow for the wonderfully talented and equally weird Kealan Patrick Burke!

Saffi

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12 days of Christmas – #9 Patrice Fitzgerald

So, #9 on Christmas Countdown and a TRUE story for you! Yes, a true story! No fiction here M’Lad.

Here’s Patrice Fitzgerald to explain…

Unexpected Gifts

Several years ago, I was asked to sing at a midnight service on Christmas Eve in a church some distance from my home.  It seems odd to me now that I would make this trip, in virtually the middle of the night, to a church I didn’t know.  But I was flattered to be asked, and I knew that I could work this one-evening commitment into my crowded life — nurse my baby daughter, leave the house by 10:30 p.m., have a brief rehearsal, perform, and be back home in time to get a few hours sleep before the 6:00 a.m. feeding.

On the way down, it was bitter cold, and I got lost.  I stopped by a lonesome payphone to double check the church address — no mobile phones then.  The bright bite of snowflakes hit my nose and chilled the inside of my collar as I stood near the highway, trying to punch in the numbers with shivering fingers.

At last I arrived at the church and stepped into the magnificent, light-filled space, aglow with candles and flowers.  The rehearsal was nearly over, but I knew this music.  As the people came in, the vaulted ceiling began to resonate with the sound of holiday greetings.  We in the choir made our way up the aisle in a candle-lit procession, our voices echoing throughout the sanctuary.  We sang “Angels We Have Heard On High” and the harmonic peals of “Gloria in excelsis Deo” swirled around the church and beamed off the stained glass windows.

I was so glad I had come.

Afterward, I got into the car for the long, cold drive home.  Still sated with the glow of music and warmth, but very tired, I coasted back toward town.  I knew that my baby daughter would be up with the dawn.  All I could think about was how good my bed would feel.

Just as I headed into the section of downtown where we’re told to lock our doors, I noticed a car ahead trying to avoid something in the road.  In the middle of the street, on a patch of ice, lay an old coat.  No.  It was… an injured dog?

Oh my God.

It was a body.  Was he dead?  As I watched another car swerve around him, I was stunned that anyone could ignore this human splayed on the pavement.  If he hadn’t been hit already, he would be soon.  Someone would be driving too fast, or be too tired.

I stopped in the middle of the road, directly beside the body.  The lump of fur staggered to its feet.  It was a woman, in high-heeled boots, slipping hesitantly along the ice.  Two more cars rolled past.  As I opened the door of my husband’s leather-seated car, a voice inside my head whispered, “Is this safe?”  I ignored the voice.

The woman came over to the passenger door, and the smell of alcohol preceded her.  “Thank you,” she said.  “I’m so cold.”

She told me she’d had an argument with her mother, and had gone out for a drink.  She was about my age, maybe younger, looking older.  I drove her home that 2:00 a.m.  It was no more than a couple of miles, but it would have been a long, painful walk in the freezing wind, wearing spike-heeled boots and a fake fur jacket.

I brought her to one of a long row of attached homes.  I lived nearby, but I had never seen those streets, so close to mine, just a few blocks from where the Governor has a mansion.

I wondered why she was here and I was there, in my snug little house with my loving family.  I knew that no argument could be harsh enough to send me out to a bar on Christmas Eve, leaving me to stagger home alone in the bitter cold.  I felt wonderment that I was blessed with so good a life; so full a life; so happy a life.

I have thought of her many times since that Christmas Eve.  I have thought about what she gave me.

Awareness.  Gratitude.  Perspective.

I believe I gave her something too.  I believe I gave her a moment of grace that lifted her out of harm’s way.

And I believe that the ending of this story might have been very different… if the next car to come along had not brought me, soft and warm from the memories of music and a nursing babe, willing to open my door to a stranger on Christmas Eve.

Patrice Fitzgerald is a mom (the baby from this true story is now 21!), a wife, an intellectual property attorney, a mezzo-soprano who dabbles in everything from jazz to opera, a writer, and a publisher.  She lives in Connecticut on the water, where she started an electronic publishing business this summer.  

Patrice’s “Running,” a political thriller about two women candidates vying for the Presidency of the U.S., can be found through Kindle and Nook, and will soon by in print. 

Her short story “Looking for Lance,” a wry look at domestic bliss, is also available through Kindle and Nook.

Thanks for sharing that Patrice!

 See, I told you it was true!

Check back tomorrow for #8 and the ethereal Tallulah Grace!

Have a great weekend!

Saffi

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What’s so funny about being dead?

Hallo!

Well, it’s getting nearer isn’t it? My favourite time of the year. All Hallows’ Eve. Mischievous night. HALLOWEEN.

I love it!

Look, proof! Halloween party at ours in 2009.

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So, some time back, I asked for submissions for the ‘dark side’ of SMoD&L. Phew! What a mistake that was!

Scared? You will be! I didn’t sleep for a week. There’s some strange people out there. Dexter has nothing on some of them!

Anyway, once I had sifted through the submissions (and changed my address and phone number) I stumbled across this one from Jesse Petersen.

It is perfect for this blog and captures beautifully the whole theme. So, Jesse, without further ado..

Back in June Saffina put out the call for independent paranormal writers and I raised my hand, waved it around and thought, ok I’m going to write about a “dark” subject. And I thought about it. And thought about it. I started writing things and I stopped. Along the way, I realized something:

I’m Jesse Petersen, I write urban fantasy with zombies and post-apocalyptic subjects, I kill friends and neighbors and loved ones of my characters. And I don’t write dark books.

Ok, that’s not strictly true since my books do include all those elements I listed above. I do kill people (zombies and people). It’s pretty ghoulish and gross, which is so fun to write. But I do it all with a tongue firmly in cheek. I joke in my books. A lot. My characters are snarky and although they are changed by their circumstances, they all keep a pretty healthy sense of humor. That’s the kind of horror I like to read or watch as a movie or TV show.

It’s not that I don’t love DARK dark. I am a huge fan of The Walking Dead, 28 Days Later, a lot of true crime… stuff that makes your toes curl and gives me nightmares if I dare to watch it when I’m home alone. I love that stuff. I love that tingle up my spine and the nervousness is right at the back of my throat. But when it comes to writing “scary” or dark… I just have to add something funny.  For example:

My heroine Sarah comes back from her first encounter with a zombie and has to pee. In the bathroom, she finds her neighbor, totally zombied out. Without a weapon, what does she do? Scream? Cower? Pull out a gat? Not so much. In my world, she beats him to death, first with a Dr. Phil book and then with a toilet seat. Yeah. That’s how I roll. Dark? Sure. But also funny. And fun to write. In my latest release, the independently published IN THE DEAD: Volume 1, I have video gamers who have no idea there is a zombie outbreak, sisters looking for a way to go home with the help of a MacGyver-esque character and even feral children in trees who are compared to Justin Beiber.

So that’s my version of dark. Do you like humor with your darkness? Or are you just for the terror.

Thanks, Jesse

If you want to check out Jesse Petersen, here’s the linky stuff:

Amazon.com

B&N

My kinda gal!

Anyway, thanks for stopping by and taking time out of your busy stalking schedules.

Pop back in a few weeks and check in for a fab Halloween special!

Stay dark.

Saffi

MWiDP proudly presents…Cheryl Shireman

It’s been a long time coming, but this weekend finally sees the launch of Mark Williams international Digital Publishing, a new and innovative small-press digital imprint aimed at indie writers who want all the benefits of being indie but would rather do without the hassle of self-publishing. We’ll be revealing more over at the WG2E on Sunday.

Today, a little about Crossing The Pond, one of MWiDP’s unique new services to non-UK authors. The UK is the biggest English-language book market outside the USA. Measured by books bought per head of population it is the biggest. Since Kindle UK opened in summer 2010 the UK ebook market has expanded rapidly and continues to do so, with a number of UK-exclusive e-retailer sites like Waterstone’s (UK equivalent to Barnes & Noble) and Tesco (UK equivalent to Wal-Mart) available to sell through.

Of course amazon.co.uk is by far the largest. And while in theory you can load your ebook to both the UK and German Amazon sites through your amazon.com account, it is self-evident that, for those that do, their UK sales are invariably nowhere near US sales.

We believe our proven expertise in selling in the UK market (over 100,000 ebooks sold and two top 100 hits in our own right) can be used to help promote your books. We believe we can bring exposure and support to overseas authors doing well “at home” but struggling in the UK market, so we are offering packages to suit authors’ needs. More details on WG2E tomorrow about the how and more importantly the why.

Today, time to welcome back Cheryl Shireman, a US-based author whose debut novel has sold over 10,000 copies. But almost all in the US. Cheryl had no hesitation in joining us with the Crossing The Pond venture and today became the first author on our new list.

Cheryl’s debut novel Life Is But A Dream is still available on amazon.com through Cheryl’s own account, but is now also available on amazon.co.uk and amazon.de through us. At Cheryl’s instigation the book has been re-edited and improved with the help of professional editor Karin Cox. Karin was also editor for David Gaughran’s Let’s Get Digital guide to e-publishing.

Cheryl Shireman lives in the Midwest United States on a beautiful lake with her husband, Bruce. Inspired after reading her favorite childhood book, My Friend Flicka, Cheryl began writing in her teens. Through years that brought marriage, three children, a painful divorce, going back to college, a second marriage, and graduate school, the one thing that has remained constant is Cheryl’s love of writing.

Her first novel, Life is But a Dream: On the Lake is the culmination of those many years of living, dreaming, and writing. Due to reader demand (lots of emails!), this book is now the first book of the Grace Adams Series. Her second novel is entitled Broken Resolutions. Cheryl’s third novel, the second book of the Grace Adams Series, Life Is But a Dream: In the Mountains, will be released in the fall of 2011.

Cheryl is currently working on another novel. But, then again, she is always working on another novel (probably in her pajamas and staring out the window at the lake).

Her website is cherylshireman.com

Cheryl is the first, but by no means the only writer intrigued by the possibilities we offer. Australian authors Prue Batten and Greg Johnston have also joined us, and their books will be live shortly. Next month blogging guru Anne R Allen joins us with no less than three previously unpublished novels, and numerous other authors are lined up, including the wonderful Michelle Brooks.

The new MWiDP website is under construction, and we have plans for numerous further new initiatives to help indie authors fight the monopoly of the “Big Six.” Be sure to check out WG2E tomorrow to see how MWiDP and the Crossing the Pond option might help you.

Life is But A Dream: On The Lake is available on amazon.com and amazon.co.uk.

Fluffy pink bunnies or biting the heads off chickens? You decide

So here we are again. Mid-September, children back at school and the weather here in Britain is certainly on the turn – and so is SMoD&L.

I’ve just come back from The Lake District in Cumbria. We spent a lovely few days relaxing and recuperating from a traumatic few weeks and you can see by the pictures here that autumn is definitely creeping up on us.

Those few days were bliss and I can’t wait to go back there in November for a proper holiday. In fact, don’t be surprised if one day, you visit my Facebook Fan Page and see that my location has changed to Ambleside,  Cumbria!

We even got to visit Dove Cottage, where Wordsworth spent many a happy year writing with his sister (among others! I have no idea how they got that many people in the place, Buckingham Palace it ain’t!)

What a place this was. You can see his original writing chair and the couch that he mentions in his poems. Truly inspirational.

Speaking of houses, what do you think the chances are of growing up in a house in a cemetery and you writing romance?

My guest today is Shaun Jeffrey and he explains the answer to my question. Not much:

Over to Shaun (who I am insanely jealous of!)

I guess the fact that I grew up in a house in a cemetery is pretty unusual (and it allows me to call myself the real Shaun of the Dead), but whether I’m a product of nature (it’s in my genes) or nurture (it was how I was brought up) it will probably come as no surprise that I don’t write Mills and Boon books. I write dark fiction.

But when I tell people that I grew up in a house in a cemetery and that I write horror stories, many of them immediately seem to think that I must be a little warped. They don’t seem to realise that I only make stuff up; that I don’t really go out and kill people, and neither do I harbour the desire to do so (or at least I’m not going to admit to it in public). They form a preconceived notion based on what little information they have. It’s the same when we look at someone and judge them by their appearance. We form an opinion of what we think that person is like. If they have short hair and tattoos then they must be a thug. If they are dressed in a suit and holding a briefcase, then they are a businessman. The truth is that the skinhead with tattoos might work as a nurse, and love caring for people, whereas the business man might have just tricked his way into an old person’s house and robbed them of their life savings once their back was turned. This all comes down to what we are expected to believe or think about someone based on what we know about them. Preconceived ideas not only stereotype people, countries, and cultures, but also end up being a cause of judgment, a judgement that can sometimes prove fatal.

Serial killer Ted Bundy for example used charm and good looks to win his victims’ trust. All of his known victims were attractive young women and girls who usually had long, straight hair, parted in the middle. He typically approached them in public places and gained their trust by feigning injuries or disabilities, or by impersonating an authority figure. Having nothing else to go on but their initial first impression, the victims’ would have used preconceived notions about his appearance and demeanour, judging him to be OK, which in this case proved to be to their undoing. If you look at the prolific serial killers, like Ted Bundy or Gary Ridgeway the ‘Green River Killer’, (combined body count of both numbers in the hundreds) they were able to achieve the illusion of a ‘normal existence’ while expressing their predatory desires. It’s always a common theme after the killers have been arrested to hear people say: ‘he was a nice normal guy’ or ‘I never would have believed he could do something like that’ because their crimes don’t fit with the stereotypical preconceived notions that we’ve learned to build up about them. Another preconceived notion is that all serial killers are male, when in reality there have been female serial killers such as Aileen Wuornos, a Florida-based killer and prostitute who murdered seven johns in 1989-1990; Belle Gunness, a strong and brutal woman who tallied more than 40 victims in her day and Nannie Doss who murdered four husbands and a boatload of other relatives, including her sisters, two of her kids, and her own mother.

So people are like books. And you know never to judge a book by its cover, right?

OK, I’m off to write a love … erm, I mean a horror story.

Thanks Shaun. I guess no-one can blame you for not growing up to be a Mills & Boon novelist!

Here’s a bit about Shaun:

Bio: Shaun Jeffrey was brought up in a house in a cemetery, so it was only natural for his prose to stray towards the dark side when he started writing. He has had three novels published, ‘The Kult’, ‘Deadfall’ and ‘Evilution’, and one collection of short stories, ‘Voyeurs of Death’. Among his other writing credits are short stories published in Cemetery Dance, Surreal Magazine, Dark Discoveries and Shadowed Realms. The Kult was optioned for film by Gharial Productions.

Trailer now online: Youtube

Buy Shaun’s book:

Amazon.com

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

Website

Thanks for the warning about opening the site Shaun – you scared me half to death!

Anyway, now that my heartbeat has returned to normal, I’d best get back to writing. See you next time!

Saffi