Meet Marko - not his real name by the way. He lives a double life; one life is lived under the radar as the leader of BRATVA (a Russian Mafia gang), and the other as an Oligarch who has the ear of the Kremlin...but for how long?
My 11th anniversary of becoming a published author.
How I almost missed this I've no idea. Until another author reminded me about the 10th anniversary of our inclusion in an anthology together, I would have missed the 11th anniversary of being a published author. She made me think!
Benny 'the fence' handed over the money for the diamonds, no questions asked. He didn't know her name, didn't want to. The sulky blonde had been using him for years and so far things had worked just fine...
My thanks and gratitude to everyone who has visited, read and contributed to my blog over the last 10 years. It has been a privilege knowing you here.
Secrets, lies, evasion, and snatched moments of happiness. One guitarist, two girls, and an epic love triangle. Only One Woman the ultimate St. Valentine's Day read.
Short Stories, Poetry Anthologies, Singing our Spelling and Times Tables, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton…
I love writing short stories. Transporting someone with little time to read a full novel, or who doesn't enjoy full-length books, into another world or reality. Getting them to suspend their disbelief as they dive into a good yarn for an hour or less.
Never a dull moment in my life. In the Music business, or whatever, there was always something to inspire my writing.
Wow, it has been a fabulous few months, and I want to thank everyone who has purchased copies of Only One Woman, and Undercover: Crime Shorts, in paperback, and eBook. Also, thank you for purchasing many of the anthologies in which I have contributed stories, some have been on sale in aid of various charities, such as Help4Heroes, The Children’s […]
He cleaned the bathroom quickly and expertly.
The plastic sheet and forensic suit returned to his bulging briefcase he changed back into his clothes, and with a last glance around the hotel room - checking he had left no trace of his presence - he silently let himself out of the room and made his way down the back stairs to the deserted alley where his driver waited for him...
The local paper had photos and everything. A big write-up about Narnia's Children stopping on their way back from a series of gigs to help put our a big wild-fire on the heath near Blackstone airport.