Seasonal Book Trumps

I’ve been fiddling around with different ways to grab attention on social media for my books, lately, and, although it started off really nicely, it seems to have dwindled a little since then. I suppose it’s no guarantee, though.

On the upside, it does mean that we’ve trumped my previous best sales year by quite a bit! Which is a good thing, unlike some other kinds of Trump that are blowing about these days…

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Cats, Book Trailers, Birthdays & Holidays

Here is a picture of our lovely, cute kitten, Barley Biscuit. And here is also a quote from an email I sent to a good friend this morning…

“He’s too intelligent for his own good and that at the moment is the problem. He has decided to take it upon himself to wake us up at 5am or earlier every morning. We’ve stopped feeding him on a morning because of it, thinking that it was because he wanted breakfast. Now he’s waking us (he does this by scratting at the door repeatedly and then if we let him in and take no notice of him he goes under the bed and pulls at the mattress right below our heads) so he can go out.

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#MarchMadness Fiction 2 of 4


Royal Lip Service

A smile. Black hair. Cool lips. He watched as her pupils dilated close to him in the confines of the school showers.

Her breathing was shallow, just like her.
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All The Lonely People…

I get this Beatles song stuck in my head quite a lot. I’m not sure why. My dad used to play them to me when I was little. He’d swing me around to their music until we were both dizzy and had to sit down.

Sometimes I feel as if things like that happened in another life. It’s almost as if I can’t remember them as me, but I do.

Anyway, my favourite song then was apparently Octopus’s Garden. The thing is, I only know the first two lines of that and I don’t remember the tune, but Eleanor Rigby sticks with me like no other.

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