An Excerpt from The Nihilesthete, Book 1 in the Central Park West Trilogy by Richard Kalich

The Central Park West Trilogy is part of Amazon's August promotions and will be available on Amazon.co.uk for £0.99 until the end of the month. "My little shopping spree was not without difficulties. I couldn’t purchase my present ready-made at a store. I had to improvise. I had to purchase a costly art book first … Continue reading An Excerpt from The Nihilesthete, Book 1 in the Central Park West Trilogy by Richard Kalich

Excerpt from Patricia Ketola’s “Dirty Pictures”

"On the day of the big event I walked through the hours until seven like I was living in zombie land. I started dressing around five, making sure I wore a disposable polyester dress that wouldn’t leave any fibers scattered around the murder site. It was a plain black number purchased at Walmart for fifteen … Continue reading Excerpt from Patricia Ketola’s “Dirty Pictures”

An excerpt from DEATH IN THE FACE by Craig McDonald

Something Wicked This Way Comes   Sean Connery, dressed in his immaculate gray Anthony Sinclair-tailored James Bond suit with pale blue shirt and black knit tie, nodded for another bira—a beer—and said to Hector in his juicy, Glaswegian Scots accent, “I’ve read your stuff, Mr. Lassiter. Much of what I’ve read I’ve quite loved. Let’s … Continue reading An excerpt from DEATH IN THE FACE by Craig McDonald

Excerpt from “The Painter’s Women”

Chapter 3. Leocadia, Bordeaux, 24 April 1828 "So you see, Isabel, it is not true that Francisco enticed me away from Isidoro, or that we were already lovers while Doña Josefa was dying, or that the affair hastened her death. My marriage was over by the time I came to work for Francisco, and his … Continue reading Excerpt from “The Painter’s Women”

Excerpt from THE PAINTER’S WOMEN by Fionnuala Brennan

The Duchess of Alba Journal extract                                                       San Lúcar, March 1797 There he is, the arrogant fellow standing in front of me holding his palette like a shield, wielding his brush like a dagger. Totally ignoring my displeasure. Who on earth does he think he is? 'Excellencia, Maria del Pilar Teresa Cayetana de Silva … Continue reading Excerpt from THE PAINTER’S WOMEN by Fionnuala Brennan

A Father’s Day nod from “Silk for the Feed Dogs”

EARLY TRENDS IN FARMING  From Silk for the Feed Dogs by Jackie Mallon I heard the engine of the old red Massey Ferguson fart into life and I emerged running, scrambling to get my wellies on. We were on a rescue mission, Da and me. A cow was refusing to feed her calf. I’d seen … Continue reading A Father’s Day nod from “Silk for the Feed Dogs”

Summer read: A woman, a dolphin and a marble figurine

Excerpt from David Hogan inspiring novel The Last Island “You’ll be the first person to see this,” she whispered. She grabbed the red towel from the steps and threw it in the water, then pushed me in after it. She began to call Yukon from the steps, whistling and slapping. Shortly after, there was the … Continue reading Summer read: A woman, a dolphin and a marble figurine

Summer in Capri with Kat, Edward… and Jackie Mallon

    Excerpt from Silk for the Feed Dogs    A barman accepted the fifty, distracted during the aperitivo rush, so we had a little money until new funds arrived. We figured it would stretch farther away from the city, and the next morning we headed for Capri. I expected to see descendants of Brigitte Bardot … Continue reading Summer in Capri with Kat, Edward… and Jackie Mallon

Craig McDonald reads an excerpt from PRINT THE LEGEND

In March 2011, shortly after the publication of the French edition of PRINT THE LEGEND by Belfond, Craig was a guest of the Quai du Polar festival in Lyon, France. Scroll down and click on Play button to hear him reading the opening chapter (in English, of course): http://www.lanoirode.com/mcdonald.php Our edition of the novel is … Continue reading Craig McDonald reads an excerpt from PRINT THE LEGEND

REACH THE SHINING RIVER: “Lover man”, excerpt & soundtrack

Bill Call leaned over his coffee, peering at Arlene. “When was the last time you saw Eddie?” Without answering him or even excusing herself, Arlene rose and went to the bathroom. She locked the door, splashed water on her face, and sat on the toilet. On the back of the door was a framed photograph … Continue reading REACH THE SHINING RIVER: “Lover man”, excerpt & soundtrack

From “The Angel of the Streetlamps” by Sean Moncrieff

                   30 - Michael Bourke I opt to meet her in the office, not the house. The church had to be re-opened anyway: outrageously selfish of me to have kept it closed. I also hope to project a more officious nature, surrounded by the trappings of ecclesiastical power. Not to impress the journalist – she … Continue reading From “The Angel of the Streetlamps” by Sean Moncrieff

Video trailer and excerpt from PERMANENT FATAL ERROR by Hadley Colt

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZICG3qjKeQ   The following excerpt refers to Everett Hyde's letter: "Ashley’s former professor drew a deep breath and said, “Tough stuff, isn’t it? I received it, via his publisher, about three months after the publication of his third novel, Rain Dogs. About a year before the death, as I recall it. I was asking his … Continue reading Video trailer and excerpt from PERMANENT FATAL ERROR by Hadley Colt

The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 7

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: The clerk shrugged and slid across a ten-dollar bill at the old man who scooped it up. Fragments of brick rained down on me. But my … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 7

The Hector Lassiter Competition: Day 6

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: Hector sipped more of his wine. He said, “Progress?” “Yes,” Gertrude said. “What have my mystifiers learned since last night?” As if suddenly reminded about the … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter Competition: Day 6

The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 5

Which novel is this? Win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer! Let’s drop that pretense,” she said, her hands clasping the back of his neck, urging his face down to her waiting mouth. They’d kicked off the sheets and chenille … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 5

The Hector Lassiter Competition: Day 4

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: “Old man, I do so appreciate you playing bodyguard to me,” Orson said. “I truly do. But I am racing the clock on multiple fronts as … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter Competition: Day 4

The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 3

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: He held up his Zippo and opened it with a one-handed flick. She leaned in, holding his hand to steady it. Her hand was still cold … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 3

The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 2

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: “The kind of woman a man would burn his life down for,” Hector said, “I know.” Hector specialized in writing such women. “That’s it, exactly,” von … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 2

The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 1

Tell us which novel is this and win two Hector Lassiter e-books of your choice if you are one of the first three people to give the correct answer: The clerk shrugged and slid across a ten-dollar bill at the old man who scooped it up. The old man frowned. “Oh, must have miscounted.” He … Continue reading The Hector Lassiter competition: Day 1

“Lying Still” by David Hogan

David Hogan’s The Last Island is currently on promotion in Australia.

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Hospital Bed

When I was 17 years old, I dove into a swimming pool and broke my neck.

Until that moment, I’d been relentlessly active, my days taxed with dread of missing something somewhere. I was on the student council and participated in a wide variety of school clubs. I always secured a part in the school play and rode a unicycle in talent shows. I ran cross-country in the fall, track in the spring and was co-captain of the basketball team in between. I was an honor student who worked full-time in the summer and caddied most weekends in the spring and early fall, except on certain Sundays when I served as an altar boy. I’d never had a drink or a smoke, and I rarely swore. Yet that pleasant summer day, for reasons still unclear to me, I plunged into a six-foot deep above-ground pool and slammed the top of…

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