New novel – Available now!

My new psychological thriller is now officially available!

(Cue blurb…)

Life isn’t funny anymore for stand-up comedian Nick. His support group doesn’t like him, his girlfriend doesn’t like him, and his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder definitely doesn’t like him.

Wanting to be taken seriously as an actor, Nick lands a role in a film and meets up with an incarcerated criminal in order to get into character.

Enter Gideon Matthias.

Gideon is a force of nature possessing brawn, brains, and an almost preternatural gift of perception. A man who beats a fellow inmate to death while describing the emotions they’re feeling.

Nick finds Gideon both dangerous and fascinating, and is deeply affected by his philosophy that everyone is a victim of their own minds.

As Nick contends against the invisible enemies in his mind, Gideon contends against the very much visible enemies in the jail – one of which he has crossed too many times.

The two men fight to survive in their respective arenas until Gideon decides to take action. He seeks out his new friend, and their paths cross as Gideon seeks revenge for the past.

A past that Nick wasn’t even aware of…

 

Victim Mentality is available at the introductory price of £1.99/$2.99 (ebook only, paperback to follow).

So, y’know, buy it!  Then I can afford to write the next one!

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Goodreads Giveaway – Win a signed paperback!

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Yup, as the chunky title says, you could win a signed copy of my psychological thriller Sleep No More!

(You know it’s exciting because I used an exclamation mark and everything.)

The giveaway is being run by Goodreads, and you can enter by clicking on this link or on the cover picture.

Goodreads will notify me and the winner after the closing date. I’ll then sign the book, send it out, and bask in the warm glow that comes from knowing I’ve made someone’s dream come true.

Or, you know, make a sandwich.  Either way it’s all good.

Anyway, why are you still reading this? Enter the giveaway here!

New Year Fireworks – 3 Flash Fiction Stories

 

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Right, thought I’d start the new year with some more flash fiction.

Similar drill to the Christmas Flash Fiction – three stories, 200 words each – although not interlinked this time.

Enjoy!

 

(Not A) New Year 

The year had officially been ‘new’ for three days now, and it was already business as usual.

Karen sat at her desk and stared at the pitiful garland of tinsel around her monitor.

The corporate Christmas card with the boss’ signature – printed, not handwritten – stood stoically by her phone, surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper from her Secret Santa present.

She’d got chocolates. As always.

She looked across the floor at Mandy, who’d worked in the office for so long she was practically a chair.

Kevin wasn’t in yet, but then he never deigned anybody with his presence until quarter past anyway.

He’d swagger over to his desk, loudly complaining about the traffic, then spend ten minutes flirting with Monica the temp before finally logging onto his computer.

Same old, same old.

A voice suddenly – defiantly – exploded into Karen’s head like a new year firework.

No!

This year will be different, Karen.

Things are going to happen. You’re going to make them happen.

She straightened up, emboldened for mere seconds before a memory crashed into her with depressing clarity.

She let out a long, tired sigh and slumped back down.

The voice had said the same thing last year.

 

New Beginnings?

The fireworks had exploded over London, the bright colours bursting over the city before raining down like fragments of a million rainbows.

Big Ben had got in on the act too, noisily announcing the start of a new year. Crowds had cheered, and people had sang.

And, in the midst of all this, Jerome and Natasha had kissed each other.

Had finally kissed each other.

The next morning – well, afternoon – he sat on the bus, turning his mobile phone over and over while trying to conjure the requisite confidence to call.

But should he phone her?

What if she wasn’t awake yet?  He wouldn’t want to disturb her. After all, it had been a late night for everyone.

And what if she was awake, and they spoke, but she didn’t even remember kissing him?

Everyone kisses everyone at midnight, don’t they? That’s how films make it look anyway.

The real question, he knew, was this; would she act like nothing had happened between them, or would this be the start of something great?

His phone suddenly trilled in his hand, almost causing him to drop it in excitement. He looked at the screen.

Natasha L calling…

He answered.

“Hello?”

 

New Year, New Style

Steve walked up to the customer service woman with the angry face.

“Hello, and happy new year,” he said cheerfully.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Um,” he continued, fumbling a shirt out of his bag, “this was a gift, but I don’t like it so could I have a refund please?”

“What’s wrong with it?” she barked.

“No, nothing,” he said. “I just don’t like it.”

She stared at him suspiciously.

“And what don’t you like about it?”

He suddenly knew this would be hard work.

“Other than the fact that it’s a bright green shirt with an exploding firework shooting up from the crotch?”

“You don’t like green?”

“The green isn’t the problem,” he said slowly, “it’s just that I don’t like walking around looking like my groin has exploded.”

“Please don’t swear, sir,” she said indifferently.

“But I di-”

“I think it’s nice,” she said with a shrug. “Colourful.”

“And that’s… great, but I’m the one who’d have to wear it, so…”

She rolled her eyes and held out her hand.

“Receipt!”

Two minutes later the refund was done. Steve walked away shaking his head.

The woman gave her colleague a bemused look.

“We’re getting some real oddballs today…”

 

Blue

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Christmas Flash Fiction (x3!)

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I thought I’d do some Christmas-themed flash fiction.

Because it’s, well, Christmas.

(ahem)

This is a bit different to the other flash fiction I’ve posted – so here are three, interlinked, 200 word stories.

Enjoy!

 

The Bet

Officer Amhurst turned to the passenger side, seeking verification from his colleague that she was seeing what he was seeing through the windscreen.

Racing toward their parked vehicle was a man dressed as an Elf, emitting a high pitched squeal. As he got closer the vague sound of bells jingling got louder and louder.

“Yup, I see him,” Officer Jones confirmed, folding her arms. “You have this one, Pete. I dealt with five drunks on our last shift. Why does everyone go crazy at Christmas?”

“It’s 2pm. Maybe he’s not drunk.”

“Bet you a fiver he is,” Jones said.

“Done.”

The Elf continued his journey over, every so often glancing behind as though scared that some invisible monster was catching up. He reached the car and knocked on the side.

Amhurst, who had been secretly hoping he’d run past, rolled down the window.

“You okay there, sir?”

“I’m being chased!” the Elf shouted.

“Alright,” Amhurst said calmly, looking at the vast emptiness behind the man. “And who exactly is chasing you?”

“Santa! I touched his beard!”

Amhurst shook his head as Jones stifled a laugh and held out her hand for her winnings.

The first round was on her tonight.

 

The Grotto

“And how old are you, little man?” Alan asked the boy, who quickly dashed behind his mother’s legs.

“He’s three,” the mother said, glancing at her watch. “How long until we get into the Grotto?”

“Oh, not long now.”

He was trying to sound cheerful in spite of the burning sensation at the back of his neck. The Grotto was in a ridiculous location – a park in December – but the low temperature hadn’t managed to cool the chafing of the stupid Elf outfit.

“And who is this?” Alan asked, crouching down to the boy’s dog.

“That’s Santa,” the boy said proudly, stepping out from behind his mother.

“Great name!”

“We call him that because he’s got a white beard!”

Alan looked closer and saw what the boy meant; around the dog’s mouth was an odd goatee of white. He reached out to trace the outline with his finger.

The mother suddenly tensed.

“No! He doesn’t like-”

The dog reared up and lurched at Alan, who watched in horror as the leash slipped out of the woman’s hand.

Pushing the dog away, he turned and made a run for it across the park.

Why did everyone go crazy at Christmas?

 

The Change

“Are you going to be long?” Susie called. “I have to leave soon too, you know!”

“Yes, I know,” said the unamused voice behind the bathroom door.

She rolled her eyes. At nine o’clock she was scheduled to meet a client promising thousands to her firm. On the other hand, her boyfriend – the perpetually unemployed actor – was getting ready for the first day of yet another temp job.

In short, he could be late, she couldn’t.

“Are you coming out?!”

The bathroom door opened. Her annoyance immediately disappeared as she took in the sight of her boyfriend in his green leggings, red tunic, and pointy hat. With jingling bells around the rim.

Why did everyone go crazy at Christmas?

“How do I look?” he asked rhetorically.

“Wow.”

“Good ‘wow’ or bad ‘wow’?”

“Um… Put it this way, I think we’ve finally found something worse than that hamburger costume…”

“Right, I’m not doing it,” he said, unbuttoning the tunic.

“You have to do it, Alan, we need the money. How else are we going to afford more bells for you?”

He grunted and slammed the door.

“Oh come on,” she said, “it was a joke! Keep your leggings on…”

 

 

Blue

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Flash Fiction – New Home

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Ok, one more 100 word flash fiction piece….

 

New Home

The man with the keys led me to my home for the next six months.

He was whistling a tune I couldn’t quite place. The unknown melody echoed off the walls, mixing with the sounds of the damned.

We reached the door. He unlocked it and gestured me inside.

What a gent…

I looked around. I wasn’t exactly expecting a coffee maker or ocean view, but this was ridiculous.

He saw the look on my face and chuckled.

“You’ll be fine.”

Easy for him to say, he didn’t have to temp in this dump for the next twenty-four weeks.

Flash Fiction – Feline Sleepy

 

 

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Thought I’d do another 100 word flash fiction piece.

As ever, I’m not going to say much about it – mainly because any description would probably be as long as the story itself… – but it features a couple of characters from my novel Sleep No More.

 

Feline Sleepy

I was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the window.

Stretching long and hard, I felt a slight weight on my feet. The bundle of fur stirred, then demonstrated his own morning stretch.

Meow!

“One minute, Harry.”

He sauntered up to my pillow, then sat expectantly.

Meow!

“One minute, Harry!”

I lay back, trying to gather my thoughts for the day.

Meow!

“Alright! Fine!”

I threw off the covers and got out of bed, knowing who’d be getting their breakfast first this morning. I trundled over and opened the door, ready to let Harry downstairs.

He’d gone back to sleep.

Flash Fiction: The Choice

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Ok, I couldn’t resist doing another 100 word flash fiction piece.

Again, I’m not going to say anything about it so as not to ruin it.

So, here goes…

 

 

The Choice

His trembling hands shook the flimsy papers in front of his now blurry vision.

The sweat pricked his forehead, beading and then leeching into his eyes, causing a fierce stinging. He blinked away the salty liquid and struggled to regain focus.

The future was up to him, each paper containing a different path. He had to choose.

“I can’t do this,” he said pleadingly.

“You have to,” responded Max, who had himself endured this turmoil only days ago.

He weighed up the options.

And decided.

“Ok, Pizza. But no potato wedges this time, they’re too stodgy. Yeah?”

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