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Writing contest

I don’t enter many contests, but I was invited to enter this one on Books go Social, the prize is $300 which will come in useful to buy some covers, so my books sell better.


All you that you need to do is log on to the site and click the heart and the arrow over the number, any help is welcome, thank you.

A Sailor's Love

The Get it button goes to the book on


Better than Amazon

@Amazon @Draft2Digital #amwriting #indie

I admit to being biased to Draft2Digital, but in all fairness they are far Better than Amazon, not only for service but for my sales. I sell more even on a bad month on Draft2Digital than I do in a year on Amazon.

Amazon’s problem for writers is that the site is too large.

FREE samples

From time to time, you can get a sample of a new book I’m working on, on this page



#ebooks #IndieBooksBeSeen #scifi

Last night, I may only have sold two e-books in my series  Forgestriker but those two sales were more than I sold in three months on Amazon.

There is no doubt in my mind without the help from Draft2Digital in selling my books, I would not still be writing.

Was that me?

As I sit in my chair and think of my reputation, it is hard to imagine that I was only a short while ago noted for being a prolific writer.


I used to do over 3,500 at a sitting, two or three times a week with great ease and pleasure. If I’ve written 3,500 words this year, it’s a stretch.

In the past, if I didn’t write at least twice a week I got edgy and nervous, but now things have changed, and not writing doesn’t affect me You could say I’ve become tainted over the years.

Things started to go wrong when I decided to try to calculate the numerous connections online my various outlets give me. It was at this point I realised how futile my writing had become, with too many connections to comprehend this blog is fortunate to get about 250 readers a day.

Years ago,, I got great pleasure creating new worlds for my readers, and then things changed and I came to a point where I didn’t care any longer. I realised if something were free people would be happy to read it Something else that taints my view is the number of individuals who lied to me about wanting to buy books, and never buy an e-book After four years the trend hasn’t stopped, the only change is my view. I’ve gone from being upset at being lied to, to not giving a damn what people say. You can lie to someone for so long, and then you find they don’t care what you say

Despite the 580 sales for my series, I doubt there is any interest in my work, after all with all those sales, I’ve not had one review or comment from anyone who bought an ebook.

Radical changes ahead

Sexual Explosions


As most of the readers of this blog don’t know my work, I will explain my philosophy, and the changes coming in the new year.

Rule 1 – Never follow a trend.

Rule 2 – Don’t sell out.

Rule 3 – Don’t cheapen my work by using a sexual image on the cover to sell a story.

All this will change in the new year. To some people, I am a success story but not in my books. The mass sales of one book in over 45 on sale doesn’t prove anything to me.

In the new year, I plan to throw my usual ethics in the bin and start using images – tastefully – of attractive ladies on my covers  Any offers?. If there any ladies interested you can contact me on



Did we see them

You won’t see me advertising my work on Amazon anymore. In the last two years, I found a niche for my sci-fi stories on To give you a perspective, even on a bad month on D2D I sell more than in six months on Amazon.



A friendly contest

My editor, Julia, and I are having a friendly contest the contest is to see whose book gets the most views on LinkedIN. The books in the contest are my erotic love story “A Sailor’s Love” and our late friend’s memoirs of his life in Yugoslavia in WW2.
A Sailor's Love

This is my link

This is Julia’s link

At the moment I trail by 40 but she had a day’s head start 🙂


Did we see them

Today I started the SEQUEL which is my third best selling book on Amazon. I started the SEQUEL late in 2011, when Did we see him? was running a head to head race with Nerja for my second best seller. A race it was destined to lose, as it stopped selling and Nerja continues to sell.

As I previously mentioned in my journal entry “Did we see him?” Things have happened in recent months which caused me to question my sanity. After returning from an expedition, the aftermath I find hard to come to terms with. I witnessed things no person should be allowed to witness. To give you some ideas, we were sent by an organisation called “The Glove” to try and find out what information Sir Percy Fawcett obtained on his last trip up the Amazon.
What we thought we saw is unimaginable. The sights and sounds of those days will forever haunt me. Things which are neither man nor animal, beings who lived in neither the living world, nor did they appear to be dead. These poor creatures worshipped a white man, who might be Fawcett. As we left, at Fawcett’s bequest, we witnessed the true horrors of this life as he was beaten close to death before being eaten by ants, while the tribe devoured a person’s body. The poor soul remained alive as they tore him apart, the screams of agony, helping their enjoyment.
The horror of holding my best friend Tommy Curridge in my arms, as he faded away with a spear in his chest. All the time praying we would get out of this hell; yet fearing we too were doomed to a life as tormented souls.
After a narrow escape from death and a not too pleasant boat trip back to Britain. I had to take leave if my friends to try and find a way to get the images out of my mind. I have yet to find a way, other than staying awake as long as I can. Some days later, I had reason to venture to the club I frequented and it was then, things began to go awry. I arrived at the Bell club, in Belgravia, London, and after telling my story to my good friends Anthony Harkley, Christopher Jackman and Harrison Merrill, I went out to partake of some air and a pipe to calm my shattered nerves. I only went out of the club a few minutes, during which time a strange fog appeared. On my return I found I could not open the doors and had to be admitted by a fellow member. Up on entering I was informed I may hold the answer to a mystery.
“What mystery could my return solve?” I pondered as I climbed the stairs of my old club, so changed I hardly knew it.
The mystery stemmed from a locked door, to which nobody in the club had been able to open. As I looked at the lock, I fumbled in my coat pocket and found my old room key; this key did open the locks to my astonishment. I found myself standing in front of a swirling energy mass focused to a series of bulbs. On my bedside table lay an envelope marked “Did we see them?” Beside it was a note I wrote, my hand clearly legible despite the obvious shaky writing. The note said, “If you are reading this, you passed through a temporal energy mass and the mist you were in has transported you, ten years into the future, signed Charles Q.”
Even though being an adventurer and having an enquiring mind and after years of seeing strange lands, I found this hard to believe. Yet, here I stand as evidence in my own equation; my keys had opened a door locked for ten years. In part, therefore at least some my theory was true. Which parts I had yet to find?

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