Tuesday, 19 August 2014

An apology

Image: Maria Salvador
Two years ago I posted this image with a blog post, titled The last time I saw her.’ I found the image through a search engine and didn’t give the photographer, Maria Salvador, a credit. For this I apologise. At the time, when I found the image, there was no mention of Maria’s name. If there had been I would have added it to the image. So again: my apologies to Maria, who has informed me, very politely, of my mistake. Maria, your photograph is so emotive and different. I’m sure the rest of your work is outstanding.    
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The Harry Fingle Collection–a trilogy that makes Watergate look like a kids’ tea party.
Harry Fingle is an investigative journalist who takes no prisoners, does no favours, and digs until he exposes the truth. He’s honest, popular, but a danger to some people. When his brother and sister-in-law are murdered and he’s fired for no reason, it’s time to bring those who want him dead to account.
Working on and off with his ex-lover, he realises he’s unearthed a conspiracy so shocking it implicates governments. Harry does what he does best. He charges on, regardless of whom he might upset. But then a ruthless Russian assassin is hired…
Available at: Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk
The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer
How it all began, an interview with Harry, the guys in his life, and some excerpts from the three books.
Available at: Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com
~~~
Playing Harry.
The first story.
Giant international corporations hire hitmen. The CIA and MI6 sanction immoral and illegal skulduggery. People die. Harry Fingle–an investigative journalist, searching for his brother’s killer–is appalled, and tries to publish his findings. He’s gagged, an assassin is briefed, and his ex-lover is stabbed.
Harry’s a pawn in a real-life game of chess played out by the security services.
~~~
Assassination Continuum.
The second story.
The wrong man is murdered in a café in Istanbul. A feared Russian assassin is mortified and vows to right his mistake. Harry Fingle’s lover becomes over-inquisitive, and his spy-friend tells him to watch out. 
Tension mounts. The Russians hire a Serbian hitman as a back-up executioner and Harry begins to question his trusted spy-friend’s loyalties.
Available at: amazon.com, amazon.co.uk.
~~~
Zero One
The final story
Murderers walk free from court, juries are nobbled, spooks leak secrets, police fix investigations, prisoners escape, and the media stay silent. Zero One is dominant. One man controls it.
A lingering love affair, Harry Fingle’s discovery of the name of Zero One’s chief, and the breakout from jail of Harry’s nemesis–the feared Russian assassin Grigoriy Nabutov–make for a tense and emotional conclusion to the trilogy.
Available at: amazon.co.uk, amazon.com
~~~
Wattpad. Read for free:
Selected chapters from the three books in The Harry Fingle Collection–Playing Harry, Assassination Continuum, and Zero One–plus the The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer in full.

Plus three complete books in the Originals series. A further book will be added each week.

And two unedited chapters of work in progress.
Fire (working title)





Thursday, 24 July 2014

Never quit the writing job!

An intense looking man, carrying a drill in his right hand and a small box of accessories and a few other tools in his left hand stood on the doorstep. ‘Where’s the problem, guv?’ he said with a snarl as he followed me to the half-built kitchen where the two kitchen fitters sat, drinking tea and waiting, on unopened boxes containing some of the new kitchen units.
‘Well, it started here,’ I replied, pointing to the blackened, disintegrated electrical socket that flashed, emitted a frightening terminal-sounding loud bang, exploded, and plunged the house into darkness when one of the fitters connected his circular saw to it.
‘Mmm,’ the electrician muttered with a sour expression on his face.
‘Rewiring and a new fuse box,’ he declared when he reappeared after spending five minutes checking around the house. I looked at him. He stood in the middle of the kitchen. His gaze switching between the two kitchen fitters and me–as though he was a despot or ruler passing judgment on some unfortunate offender. He was a short guy, mid thirties, with thick, curly black hair, a swarthy complexion, dark eyes, and wearing a short-sleeved black top that showed his tattooed forearms and black jeans. He was trim and muscular. He’d narrowed his eyes to talk to us. He seemed to be hiding something. Maybe his pleasure, I thought, in passing judgement on the decayed electrics and watching my expression contort as I wrestled with the thought of shelling out another bucket load of money.
‘How much?’ I asked, looking at the guy and digging one hand into my pocket while rubbing my other hand across my chin. It seemed I was the centre of attention. The two kitchen fitters, who’d downed tools and stopped work because of the sudden, unexpected termination of the electrical supply, looked on expectantly, not knowing when they’d be able to resume their work.
The electrician pursued his lips. He turned away, glanced out of the window, and scratched his face. He looked back at me, dipped his head to one side and screwed up the left side of his mouth in a contorted expression. ‘About £5k, guv, if you want it done quickly’ he answered with a stony expression. I felt sure he hid a smile.
~~~
Similar disasters have beset us since we moved, in May, into this truly delightful house in Chichester, see image. Most of the inherited kitchen appliances will not see out the end of the summer. Some simply don’t work. The washing-machine and fridge are definitely ill and dying slow, efficiency-waning deaths, the freezer freezes food so cold that you have to take a butcher’s knife and hammer to it to start the defrosting process, even in this exceptional blistering hot summer, and the microwave flashed, sparked and sent out a great plume of black smoke to signal its demise early in our occupancy. These occurrences plus electrical garden gates that gripped one of the cars in a vice-like grip until an engineer could release it, a flood from a leaky 1st floor bathroom, a heating system that couldn’t be turned off, a garden full of waist-high weeds, and many more smaller incidents have demanded our full attention while emptying our wallets.
I know the house will be outstanding, and an end to this early, settling-in-and-fixing-phase is in sight. But I haven’t written and done any social media for three months, and it’s affected my book sales: downwards!
I don’t do active book promotion, but I do try to keep up a continual online presence: Facebook, twitter, blogs, Google +, and other platforms. This works for me. I also write, be it shorts or full-length novels, every day. I haven’t written a word since April. It’s all going to change.
Maxim: Never quit the writing job.     
~~~
The Harry Fingle Collection–a trilogy that makes Watergate look like a kids’ tea party.
Harry Fingle is an investigative journalist who takes no prisoners, does no favours, and digs until he exposes the truth. He’s honest, popular, but a danger to some people. When his brother and sister-in-law are murdered and he’s fired for no reason, it’s time to bring those who want him dead to account.
Working on and off with his ex-lover, he realises he’s unearthed a conspiracy so shocking it implicates governments. Harry does what he does best. He charges on, regardless of whom he might upset. But then a ruthless Russian assassin is hired…
Available at: Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk
The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer
How it all began, an interview with Harry, the guys in his life, and some excerpts from the three books.
Available at: Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com
~~~
Playing Harry.
The first story.
Giant international corporations hire hitmen. The CIA and MI6 sanction immoral and illegal skulduggery. People die. Harry Fingle–an investigative journalist, searching for his brother’s killer–is appalled, and tries to publish his findings. He’s gagged, an assassin is briefed, and his ex-lover is stabbed.
Harry’s a pawn in a real-life game of chess played out by the security services.
~~~
Assassination Continuum.
The second story.
The wrong man is murdered in a café in Istanbul. A feared Russian assassin is mortified and vows to right his mistake. Harry Fingle’s lover becomes over-inquisitive, and his spy-friend tells him to watch out. 
Tension mounts. The Russians hire a Serbian hitman as a back-up executioner and Harry begins to question his trusted spy-friend’s loyalties.
Available at: amazon.com, amazon.co.uk.
~~~
Zero One
The final story
Murderers walk free from court, juries are nobbled, spooks leak secrets, police fix investigations, prisoners escape, and the media stay silent. Zero One is dominant. One man controls it.
A lingering love affair, Harry Fingle’s discovery of the name of Zero One’s chief, and the breakout from jail of Harry’s nemesis–the feared Russian assassin Grigoriy Nabutov–make for a tense and emotional conclusion to the trilogy.
Available at: amazon.co.uk, amazon.com
~~~
Wattpad. Read for free:
Selected chapters from the three books in The Harry Fingle Collection–Playing Harry, Assassination Continuum, and Zero One–plus the The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer in full.

Plus three complete books in the Originals series. A further book will be added each week.

And two unedited chapters of work in progress.
Fire (working title)





Friday, 20 June 2014

Four weeks away

His large, muscular fist–almost the size of a ham joint–grabbed the mug of tea I’d just poured for myself. He took a large gulp and turned to look down at me. I guess he must have stood about six-foot-four, with shoulders like an ox and a body-builder’s body. He wore shorts, a t-shirt, and big leather boots that finished just above his ankles. ‘Thanks for the tea, sir. You ready then?’ he asked, looking at me after he’d drained the mug. He was the first in the house of the four men who’d come to move us from where we’d lived for twenty-three years to a house eighty miles away. The next man to appear was short, wiry, and bald-headed with three-to-four day stubble, strong-looking limbs, and a smile that showed up his missing three front teeth. He drunk coffee all day and kept nipping out for a fag–as he’d say. The third and forth guys came into the house at the same time. One was only a couple of inches shorter than the large, ham-fisted muscular guy, and had an earing and skull and crossbones tattooed down both his upper arms. He was the chattiest of them all, and had a phone in his pocket, belting out rap music that he danced to while carrying crates of our belonging or pieces of furniture to the large removal van. The last of the four was younger, smaller, and quieter than the other three, and was a little overweight compared to his colleagues, but worked as hard as them.      
We knew the house we were moving had been neglected, and we’d planned and budgeted to do whatever was necessary to turn it into a home we’d be proud of. But we hadn’t expected the disaster we found!
Day one the hot water and central heating system breaks down, door handles fall off doors, the automatic rear gates to the drive stop working, and our delightful, young, French daughter-in-law–staying with us to lend a hand–said, ‘Why is it raining in the kitchen?’ Water was pouring through the ceiling from the bathroom above the kitchen, where her husband, our son, was taking a shower! Well, after many more similar disasters that day, we all flopped on the floor, drank beer and wine, ate crisps, and decided to walk off to find the nearest restaurant that’d allow four indescribably dirty, scruffy individuals to go in to have a meal.
And that was when the delights of the Chichester, the town we’ve moved to, started to unravel. Many good, varied restaurants and bars are within five minutes walk. The city, dating back to Roman times, is pretty, has been well preserved and maintained, and there are a large variety of shops, both national brands and independents. We’re a short drive from stunning countryside and one of the best beaches in Great Britain. It’s the sunniest spot in the UK and seems to have a friendly atmosphere and pleasant feel about it.
So, after four weeks of non-stop work, having most of the problems fixed or planned to be fixed, spending bucket loads of money, and feeling positive about our new location, I’m able to write this first blog after a while away.
Sorry about the delay. Been fixing a shelf, unpacking a box, hunting for lost possessions, pulling up thick, tall weeds, moving furniture, and more!        
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~~~
Wattpad. Read for free:
Selected chapters from the three books in The Harry Fingle Collection–Playing Harry, Assassination Continuum, and Zero One–plus the The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer in full.

Plus three complete books in the Originals series. A further book will be added each week.

And two unedited chapters of work in progress.
Fire (working title)
~~~
The Harry Fingle Collection–a trilogy that makes Watergate look like a kids’ tea party.
Harry Fingle is an investigative journalist who takes no prisoners, does no favours, and digs until he exposes the truth. He’s honest, popular, but a danger to some people. When his brother and sister-in-law are murdered and he’s fired for no reason, it’s time to bring those who want him dead to account.
Working on and off with his ex-lover, he realises he’s unearthed a conspiracy so shocking it implicates governments. Harry does what he does best. He charges on, regardless of whom he might upset. But then a ruthless Russian assassin is hired…
Available at: Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk
The Harry Fingle Collection-trailer
How it all began, an interview with Harry, the guys in his life, and some excerpts from the three books.
Available at: Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com
~~~
Playing Harry.
The first story.
Giant international corporations hire hitmen. The CIA and MI6 sanction immoral and illegal skulduggery. People die. Harry Fingle–an investigative journalist, searching for his brother’s killer–is appalled, and tries to publish his findings. He’s gagged, an assassin is briefed, and his ex-lover is stabbed.
Harry’s a pawn in a real-life game of chess played out by the security services.
~~~
Assassination Continuum.
The second story.
The wrong man is murdered in a café in Istanbul. A feared Russian assassin is mortified and vows to right his mistake. Harry Fingle’s lover becomes over-inquisitive, and his spy-friend tells him to watch out. 
Tension mounts. The Russians hire a Serbian hitman as a back-up executioner and Harry begins to question his trusted spy-friend’s loyalties.
Available at: amazon.com, amazon.co.uk.
~~~
Zero One
The final story
Murderers walk free from court, juries are nobbled, spooks leak secrets, police fix investigations, prisoners escape, and the media stay silent. Zero One is dominant. One man controls it.
A lingering love affair, Harry Fingle’s discovery of the name of Zero One’s chief, and the breakout from jail of Harry’s nemesis–the feared Russian assassin Grigoriy Nabutov–make for a tense and emotional conclusion to the trilogy.
Available at: amazon.co.uk, amazon.com