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01/24/2015Posted by on
It’s been a fair old while since I last posted on this blog, but here lies solid proof that I’ve been beavering away like a busy bee in the middle of the desert… for my latest book has finally barged its way into the world!
Set in WWII, We Go Again is a story that not only touches on the relationship between soldiers, but also offers an insight into the effects that war can have on a person’s state of mind. Of course, no war story would be complete without any action and this one is packed to the rafters with guns, tanks, planes, some French civilians… and a little birdy tells me that there’s even a smidgen of romance to be found somewhere within its pages as well.
As ever I owe thanks to the modmins over on Goodreads and also to everyone who was kind enough to help me with the editing side of things.
Anyone who is willing to leave a rating and/or a review on their own website, on Goodreads, or on Amazon is more than welcome to download a free copy using the links below. I’m also giving away five paperback copies, so anyone who wants to enter the draw can leave an email address in the comments section below.
Not long after surviving the horrors of D-Day, Corporal James Bowden finds himself as part of a small group of soldiers marching through Nazi-occupied France.
Supplied with orders that are vague and unspecific and surrounded by men he doesn’t know, will James survive society’s desire for justice and revenge?
09/07/2013Posted by on
Although Abigail enjoyed train journeys, she hated it when there were busy crowds. The adults always towered high above her and their heavy overcoats wafted in front of her face, blocking out the light. She let out a sigh and wondered why no-one was talking.
After spotting a small gap, she squeezed into it to give herself some more room. The yellow badge that was pinned to her jacket ripped off and fell to the floor, causing someone above her to tut loudly; Abigail decided not to pick it up again.
She spotted a man in a smart uniform – surely, he must know where they were going.
“Excuse me,” she politely enquired. “Where are we going?”
The man’s expression was one of death. “Auschwitz,” he replied.
My new novel, Saying Goodbye to Warsaw, is due for release soon. Set in the Warsaw Ghetto during WWII, it is a story of tragedy and this is a little taster for what is to come.