My next novel, Muslamic Ray Gun, is currently being proof-read, the final stage in the publishing process. I'm hoping it should be out on 1 September 2016. What I'm also hoping to do, over the next couple of weeks, is publish on here the original opening chapter to this novel, a chapter which has since been dropped.
Muslamic Ray Gun is a coming-of-age story featuring the life of Andy Huxtable, a former member of Combat 18. As you can imagined, it's not for the fainthearted.
Hopefully, the week before publication, I'll be able to give you the cover, the blurb and the dropped chapter as a pre-publication gift. Keep watching this space.
Sunday 7 August 2016
Wednesday 6 April 2016
A Fistful of Euros
A FISTFUL OF EUROS
The Sequel to Blood Money, starring Alex Savage.
Alex Savage is an asset. He’s been an asset all of his life, usually carrying out jobs for the British government. Jobs that they ultimately want to deny responsibility for. A former SAS corporal, and one-time operator for the Firm, Alex is now burnt out, jaded, with a whole truckload of baggage, and he doesn’t care what he does or who he kills for money. For the last few years, Alex has branched out into the private sector, where the pay is more lucrative, and the risks are less.
When Alex carries out the audacious assassination of a man in a French prison, it brings his skills to the attention of a Parisian gangster who wants him to execute the daughter of the director of the French security service. The gangster is prepared to pay a fistful of Euros for it. It all seems like an easy way to make money, until the French security service demand that he carry out a job for them at the same time. It’s not the first time Alex has faced a conflict of interests.
And even with his girlfriend planning a trip to see him, Alex begins to realize that there isn’t much love in the city of Paris.
When Alex carries out the audacious assassination of a man in a French prison, it brings his skills to the attention of a Parisian gangster who wants him to execute the daughter of the director of the French security service. The gangster is prepared to pay a fistful of Euros for it. It all seems like an easy way to make money, until the French security service demand that he carry out a job for them at the same time. It’s not the first time Alex has faced a conflict of interests.
And even with his girlfriend planning a trip to see him, Alex begins to realize that there isn’t much love in the city of Paris.
Monday 28 March 2016
For My Mother
Today, I tried to think of the things you did for me
When I was young, the times when I needed help
When I couldn’t do things for myself I thought of the times when you told me off
Because I’d done something wrong
And sometimes it was because you was angry
But sometimes it was because you didn’t want me to get hurt
I thought, as well, of the times when I was older, when I should’ve known better
When you still looked out for me, even when I made mistakes
Even when it was all my own fault, you still looked out for me
I remember the time I was on the floor, hugging my knees
And you called the doctor, and you made sure they came and cared for me
And they ensured I didn’t die
And still you looked strong, you stayed strong, and even though I’d done wrong
You tried to blame yourself for my crimes, like it was all your fault
When clearly it wasn’t
Throughout all of this, I buried my head in the sand
Or maybe I was just self-obsessed
Or maybe I was an optimist and ignored all of the signs
I never saw you become weaker overnight
It was more of a gradual decline
And still I refused to accept it as reality
We would joke about the inevitable, about the things I would do after the inevitable happened
And you would laugh
But perhaps neither of us realized the inevitable would happen so soon
I’m a writer, and I have an imagination, and I live my life in a world of creation
So reality, when it hit me this time, it hit me hard
It made me think the reality is that I will struggle to cope
When the inevitable happens
Today, I tried to think of all of the things you did for me
When I was younger and when I was older
But there are too many to mention and our time is too short to mention them all
The reality is that we would run out of time
Just know that I appreciate them all
When I couldn’t do things for myself I thought of the times when you told me off
Because I’d done something wrong
And sometimes it was because you was angry
But sometimes it was because you didn’t want me to get hurt
I thought, as well, of the times when I was older, when I should’ve known better
When you still looked out for me, even when I made mistakes
Even when it was all my own fault, you still looked out for me
I remember the time I was on the floor, hugging my knees
And you called the doctor, and you made sure they came and cared for me
And they ensured I didn’t die
And still you looked strong, you stayed strong, and even though I’d done wrong
You tried to blame yourself for my crimes, like it was all your fault
When clearly it wasn’t
Throughout all of this, I buried my head in the sand
Or maybe I was just self-obsessed
Or maybe I was an optimist and ignored all of the signs
I never saw you become weaker overnight
It was more of a gradual decline
And still I refused to accept it as reality
We would joke about the inevitable, about the things I would do after the inevitable happened
And you would laugh
But perhaps neither of us realized the inevitable would happen so soon
I’m a writer, and I have an imagination, and I live my life in a world of creation
So reality, when it hit me this time, it hit me hard
It made me think the reality is that I will struggle to cope
When the inevitable happens
Today, I tried to think of all of the things you did for me
When I was younger and when I was older
But there are too many to mention and our time is too short to mention them all
The reality is that we would run out of time
Just know that I appreciate them all
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