Thrilled at the charts climbing book but need reviews

My killer thriller novel Obsession of the Damned is being read and enjoyed by many.
It's slowly becoming a 'must read' for thrill seekers and murder mystery genre aficionados.

It makes sense to read Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy) first but Obsession of the Damned is a great stand alone novel.

The 5 star review it has is well deserved but it needs more readers to leave a review.

Once these start to accumulate, more readers will flock to it and enjoy the complexity of the story.

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Contemporary literature

Shakespeare they are not but these are modern classics in a readable form.
Ebooks-kindle and paperback versions of contemporary fiction.
Legally Lucky, Phobic Wars, Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy), Phantasms in the Infirmary Vol I and Vol II plus The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary,  Fantasmas en el Hospital, Hilarity in the Hills and the latest book to choose from Obsession of The Damned.
They are unique pieces of modern literature, written to set the imagination on overdrive and disengage the reader from the stresses of modern life.  They are short, entertaining and ingenious.

There are several reasons to read them and none not to,  including price.

Give someone you love, including yourself, a novel to enjoy.

How,  well for onto your local Amazon website and let your fingers and mouse do the choosing.

Merry Christmas and allow your mind to explore what the words guide you to.

A mixed bag

RPG Books 

How many Gibraltarian authors do you know? I bet I am the first one...  Not many of us about. Here's a reason to intrigue you into having a punt at a Gibraltarian author's books. 

There a choice of genres and books to entertain that are intriguing and different.
They feel right and allow the reader to drift off,  enjoying the experience.

The marketing of them could be better,  I admit that but my reason for wanting you to read them is purely for a great story to be known and shared.They are warm, original and a glimpse into modern life and culture. 

Great stories... To fulfil the requirements of any reader. Comedy, thrillers, contemporary horror, inspirational and interesting. 

Take a look at my author page on Amazon and choose

The process is pick one,  read one and tell your friends.
Why?
Well have a try of one and absorb yourself within the stories.

Deaths inflicted by killer dentists

Eighteen murders, seemingly unconnected and occurring sporadically across the UK.
Eighteen undetected crimes, the culprits unaccounted for.

The accused, innocent dentists.
Why?
They were treating the patient that was brutally and savagely killed, each one worse than the next.

Well you will just have to download a copy of this ingenious and entertaining read on your local Amazon website.

It's an enthralling book and examines what could happen if things went bad at your next Dental appointment.

Paperback version is also available.

Bite sized snippet of Mental Dental (MBP)

My best selling novel, Mental Dental (Murder By Proxy) is a thrilling ride into a criminal world of psychopathic Health Care professionals.
This book is a meeting between "The Usual Suspects" with Kevin Spacey et al and Serial Killers you would never suspect.
It is a work of fiction but could it really happen?
No this is not a crime solving manual but it is innovative, inspirational and entertaining, what a good book should be!
here is the first chapter to entice you - the first of sixteen gripping chapters

Chapter 1

The Dreaded Dentist's Waiting Room

His thumping heart raced at a rate of knots, as if trying to escape from his chest wall. A copious amount of sweat was pouring from every pore of John Massey‟s body, stinging his eyes as it trickled down his face. His cold and clammy hands, clasped in despair as the point of no return fast approached with each passing second. His mouth felt as dry as a bone and he didn't want to be where he was.
The day he had dreaded for so many weeks had finally arrived, and the hour of potential torture and pain was now unequivocally unavoidable.
He sat in the cold, clinical waiting room, a bundle of nervous fear stuck on an uncomfortable and well-worn chair, firmly between the white walls scattered with posters of people with perfect, gleaming smiles. Trying to remain composed and focused, he attempted to divert his worries and think positively. He watched the public interact with the friendly receptionist as she tapped their details on her computer and smiled at the grateful punters as they smiled back and made follow up appointments.
'Why can't I be like that?' he thought to himself.
John was in his thirties and an accountant by profession who was no stranger to stress. However, he quizzed himself on why he was being so scared and negative at coming to the dentists and why he would react in this way, every time he had to be there. He knew the inevitability of this all was worthwhile in the end and after all, what was the worst that could happen?
This was his local dentistry centre, a seven partner practice that he had been coming to since he moved to this small town in the south east of England with his parents as a young child. His mum used to bring him here and no matter how good the dental practitioner was, he would still get frightened and dread the whole experience. His parents were dead and he was unmarried so there was no one around to hold his hand and reduce his apprehension and anxiety.
He was resolute in getting through the torment and John always tried to be brave and face this ordeal but for some unapparent reason, he caved in to the feelings of fear and helplessness, transforming into this quivering wreck. Visiting the dentist was not on his list of great days out or wonderful things to do in life…
The small aquarium buzzed with life as the innocent and colourful fish swam aimlessly between the bubbles of air being pumped out from a plastic sunken ship that lay on the colourful blue gravel base. The purpose of this display of nature was supposed to sooth nerves and relax potential victims of the tyrannical Torquemada trained dental health professional he would be facing but it did not seem to do much for him.
John tried to think of other things and reassure himself that this trip to the dentist was necessary and that it may not be as horrific as he was making it out to be. However, this was not happening, the more he tried to think about something else, the more images of a large handed, drill wielding monster came to mind.
'Mr Massey' John heard, being called out by a young lady dressed in a gleaming and clean white gown and a face mask resting under her chin, exposing a kind smile of reassurance.
No blood or mangled body parts to be seen, this was a good sign.
'Oh, that's me' he said as he clambered clumsily and timidly off his seat, knocking a fellow patient‟s magazine off his hand and onto the floor.
He apologised, recovered it and made his way to the young lady who waited at the door to the corridor of fear, the corridor that led to the rooms that were set off from it and into the torture chambers full of drills, hammers, needles and other menacing tools of pain.
'Please don't be nervous Mr. Massey, everything will be just fine' the young lady said reassuringly.
'My name is Dr. Jessie Stack; I will be your dentist today'.
John felt better but a little awkward as he had been expecting a male dentist equipped with big hairy arms and strong forearms that were used to pulling heavily against gravity and extracting the most cumbersome of molars.
'I am ever so sorry, I am a little anxious at being here at the dentist' John uttered.
'Please don't worry, we get many nervous people here and let me assure you my colleague Wendy, the dental nurse and I will look after you'.

She continued by pointing at the bucking bronco like chair in the middle of the room and said 'please take a seat here, and mind your head on the lamp'.
John obliged by following these instructions, sitting on the examination chair and clasping his hands tightly on his chest as he did so. He had managed to avoid an extra bump on his head and then Wendy, the dental nurse, proceeded to place a waterproof bib on his chest, this covered his nervous, sweaty palms that were now clamped shut like a vice on each other.
Jessie then asked 'what can we do for you today?' to which John explained in a weak voice that he had been experiencing some discomfort to his back teeth and he had noticed some blood on occasions when he had brushed his teeth.
Jessie then politely said, 'Let us have a look then, can you please open your mouth up as wide as you can, thank you' as she popped the mask over her mouth and nose.
She then proceeded to place the light above the chair over his cavernous mouth, then put some disposable gloves on and switched the light on placing the dentist mirror in his mouth. She then started to call out some numbers as she prodded the dental probe into his gums.
John was getting more nervous, curious as to what she might find, what would be involved in rectifying the damage, how much would it cost and more importantly, how much would it hurt?
As the numbers flew out of Jessie's mouth she then paused and said 'ah yes, we have the culprit here, a cavity on your right lower molar with associated abscess, we will need to do something with that right away'. What then followed was what John had dreaded, Jessie explained the treatment and then she uttered those words 'you need a root canal on that…'
He had previously required this intervention and he recalled it was painful, very painful. He started to perspire more and his pulse rate seemed to double with the adrenaline surge that had ensued following these words.
The anticipatory fear was evident as both the dentist and the nurse said 'are you okay Mr. Massey, you have gone a little pale?'
He was obviously far from comfortable with this but he nodded and they proceeded to inject his gums with some anaesthetic. There were two jabs to the site and it was done, well this bit anyway. Wendy asked him to sit out in the waiting room again for a few minutes for the anaesthetic to take full effect and they would start on the job in hand once the gum was numb.
John obeyed clambered off the chair and went out clumsily into the crowded waiting room. He sat on a chair, quietly anticipating the drilling, re-drilling and pulling of things from his oral cavity. He watched as a child was being called in by his dentist and tried to remain brave. He felt numbness to his right side of his face and thought 'good, the anaesthetic is working'.
Suddenly the strangest feeling occurred, the numbness was no longer contained to the lower jaw, he could feel a rush of warmth across his face that was increasingly widening, he now seemed to no longer be able to move his head or mouth, he found he was then not able to move any of his limbs, he was pinned to his chair and unable to anything about this, he had no control over these bizarre effects.
'This is very strange' he thought but could not address this as he was now fixed to the seat.
The busy waiting room bustled with life as Handel's water music was being piped out to the reception room as a soothing background. It was too loud for anyone to hear his mumbled call for help… he then felt his chest become heavy and felt breathless. Was he having some kind of untoward reaction to the injected drug?
Quite quickly, he felt he was becoming sleepy and his eyes shut and his hearing seemed to change frequency, echoes now that were fast becoming distant and then they came to an end, the noises had stopped.
It was approximately twenty minutes from when he sat out that the young girl that had gone in with her mum to see the dentist had come out of the clinic room and was back in the waiting room.
Wendy addressed the waiting room from the corridor and called John back by saying 'Mr. Massey, do you want to come back in?'
There was no reply, no movement and no attempt from John to return to the surgery room, he remained sat on his chair, eyes closed and peaceful.
'Mr Massey, the dentist is waiting for you, please come through' Wendy exclaimed again, but with equal abandonment of reactions from the patient.
Other patients were now taking an interest in this waiting room drama that was developing; a patient was ignoring a staff member and what was going to happen now?

At this point Wendy approached him and nudged his left shoulder slightly. There was no response and although it was the deftest of touches, this nudge was enough to send John propelling slowly sideways and falling towards the patient next to him.
The lady screamed out as John's limp body slumped against her 'oh my god is he dead?'
Wendy was alarmed to say the least and desperately called for help when the truth became apparent to her and the waiting room full of patients. They were horrified by the fact that John Massey was indeed dead.
Children screamed, mothers clasped their offspring to their protective bosoms and hurtled out of the building, screaming. The staff now surrounded the patient, threw him to the floor and commenced basic life support and CPR whilst the young receptionist had now abandoned her computer and was calling the paramedics. Chaos had ensued in an otherwise mundane world of community dentistry. What could have gone so dreadfully wrong?

The public were kept out by the clinic staff and as the paramedics arrived, within minutes of the desperate call for help, they were directed to the mortally wounded soul that lay on the floor, ashen and lifeless.
They took over from the staff and like a green clad cavalry, worked on John, thumping his chest, inserting cannulae into veins, injecting drugs, giving oxygen and intubating his airway. They even considered an attempt to shock his heart but due to the absence of any electrical activity, this consideration was soon abandoned.
They continued to try and resuscitate him but after forty minutes, they declared him deceased.
John Massey now lay alone on the previously clean floor, chest exposed, tubes protruding from his lifeless body.
'This is a mess, a complete mess' Wendy exclaimed to one of her colleagues.
'I have never seen this happen before in over fifteen years of working as a dental nurse, what could have gone so wrong'?

This was indeed not a common sight in a dental surgery, what made it worse was that the victim was someone that was young and apart from being a little nervous and anxious he was otherwise fit and well…
There were going to be questions that needed answering urgently, people did not die in dental surgeries, not like this anyway.
The practice manager telephoned the police at the request of the paramedics. She then addressed her colleagues and asked that everyone please not touch anything and sits in the staff room, they all comforted each other and did as they were instructed.
John Massey's body was covered up with a blanket to restore some dignity to the unfortunate soul and the doors were firmly closed to the public. The reception staff started to call the rest of the patients who were booked for the day and cancel their appointments. None could continue to work, not after this incident.
Dr. Jessie Stack was crying as were others, aghast at what had transpired as this was far from “a normal day at the office”.
The dentists, nurses and administrative staff sat quietly for a few minutes, the distant sirens of the approaching police cars were getting closer. They then heard the screech of brakes outside the building and the Practice manager, Julie, let the police officers in.
Initially there were two officers but soon they seemed to multiply as more officers came.
After hours of questions and statements, the police and Scenes of Crimes Officers had gathered all the evidence, especially the syringes and vials that had been used on the day, the clinic room, reception area and the body had been photographed, evidence catalogued and John Massey was released to the coroner.
His body was taken away in a black body-bag which was zipped to the top and made this already sinister scene more morbid.
There was no next of kin to be informed. There was still, the big question of why this had happened and what could have caused this?
Dr. Stack was distraught, inconsolable and as she saw it, the prime suspect. She had done everything by the book. She was a young but experienced dentist whose practice was unflawed, so what had gone wrong? She had never even had a complaint in the six years she had been a dentist and now as the newest partner in this thriving practice, it was the last thing she needed.
She asked herself: 'Was it something in the vial of anaesthetic?'
'Was he allergic to anaesthetic, even though he had received this product in the past as his documented records clearly stated?'
'Was there foul play?'
'God forbid … was this a murder?'
'If it was, what were the motives if any and who had done it?'

Questions and more questions but no answers… these were up to the police investigation to reveal and they needed to come up with some very definite answers.

At this point, the reporters were gathering outside the surgery, like a pack of hyenas stalking their prey, eager to get a story to fill their pages with, especially one as tragic and as unusual as this one. There was also a small mob of worried and equally inquisitive members of the public, many who were patient‟s at that same dental practice and obviously keen to establish a cause and avoid a recurrence if one was found. Already they had started to make stories up, blaming this dentist or that dentist as they may have been less courteous to them in the past or inflicted more pain than tolerated during a filling. One member even speculated at the victim being 'bumped off by the secret service' even though they did not know the victim, but if it makes life interesting…?
A week had passed and this otherwise thriving and busy practice was everything but busy, patients either took their business elsewhere or they lived with their dental pain. It had wrecked their business. It had wrecked patient confidence in them. It was dreadful.
A week had passed and after toxicology and post mortem examinations were concluded, the cause of death was recorded as accidental death, possibly due to anaphylaxis. The toxicology results were inaccurate as some of the drugs that had been injected by the paramedics into Mr. Massey in an attempt to save his life may have caused the results to be inaccurate.
A sad end to a life but no misadventure or wrong doing, was this right or was something more sinister occurring?
Was there still something that was left untapped?

Intrigued? 
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Enjoy the ride!!

Mental Dental - still biting at the charts

The Usual Suspects meets Dentistry.
An enthralling and entangling story line dotted with clever deaths and psychopathic shenanigans that need to be stopped.

A unique story that will keep you guessing and hooked from start to finish.
The main character of the story struggles against all odds to overcome her status of murder suspect to Heroine.
This is a nail biting thriller full of twists and turns, one you need to get your teeth into to (pun intended).
Following the sudden and unexpected death of a patient on the dentist chair in her practice, Dr Jessie Stack is facing her worst nightmare. Discredited and facing incarceration, she has to try and fathom out what really happened,
Accused of murder, her world in a spin, she now has to try and beat the charge and uncover the truth.
She embarks on a journey of discovery and detection to try solve the sinister psychopathic plot that is truly to blame and catch the menacing yet innovative perpetrators...

Mental Dental (murder by proxy) is a challenge of the mind, your mind, pitching your detective skills to try and solve the conundrum she faces.

A tall tale with a lot of bite.... find out who is killing these innocent dental patients, seemingly unconnected and more importantly, why they are being slaughtered.

Join Dr Jessie Stack as she tries to prove her innocence following the unfounded accusations of murder. A gripping, innovative and entertaining spine chilling thriller that is different in every way.
Its bark is not worse than its bite.
I must warn you though... Please Don't buy it if you treasure your sleep and don't read it if you regularly attend the dentists, it may put you off!
On the other hand, I dare you read it.
The reviews are few but the feedback encouraging. A lot of tongue in cheek and irregular cold killing but a compelling read that one day may be the basis for an entertaining best selling serial or film... watch this space.

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Stories from the heart

Writing a story first comes from the heart,  then the brain should engage...
Revealing the inner creative juices is not an easy task to undertake.
Critics and editing issues are waiting in the midst, ready to pounce on anything.
It takes guts to write and publish a book.
Having fulfilled publishing my first novel, it released the shyness and restraints of going public with my writing.
I have now published a few and the process is easier but the negatives still feel personal.
However the stories are innovative, brave and readable.
Yes some polishing up is definitely needed but they are being enjoyed by thousands around the world with potentially millions more to engage with.
This is the purpose of this blog. To increase a and readership.
Help make these novels 'a must read' in anyone's list of books to read. looking for something different to read.
Take into account that these are written and produced with these aims,  give them a try and then write a review.
These reviews are a form of enlightenment for others and a compass of directions for those looking for that Jnd...

Make it a certainty to download your copy of one of my books.

Amazon Kindle and paperback format available... The choice is yours.

What's your poison?

I'm a nurse and fledgling Author.
Having published a range of books,  all in English and one also in Spanish. I am pleased to offer a range of novels to entice many a palate.
They are works of fiction as my none fiction writing is reserved for work...  I have never published a technical book but have published research and articles in my specialist field.
My first ever published article was in the 1990 's and it was a piece on environmental psychology.
It was based on the patient's experience influenced by environmental factors affecting patient stress in an accident and emergency department.
It inspired me on...

I write because I relish and love to tell a good story. The best medium to tell them to a wider audience is through a book.

These books range from Legally Lucky that has been likened to in pursuit of happiness, ghostly short stories with the Phantasms series,  a comedic recollection of a disastrous vacation with Hilarity in the Hills. Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy) and Phobic Wars are based on 2 of my dislikes... Cockroaches and dentists.

Having written these,  I am so proud of them.  Yes they aren't perfect and there may be some editing irregularities but they are readable and more importantly, they capture the imagination and make the reader turn the page.
I don't actively promote them, despite some publishers constant attempts at enticing me with Paid For promotional packages.

I want people to read them,  share their thoughts about the stories, tell others about them and create some noise.
Getting the stories to wet the appetite for more.

So if you want something different, something entertaining, something that will take you to a place outside of yourself for a while... Then click on the link below. Especially as some are on special offer on Amazon Kindle UK and Amazon.com. 

Enjoy

Price revisions

There is simply nothing like the physical presence and feel of a paperback. It is still special.
Ebook royalties are massive in comparison however, my mission is to get my books read. With this in mind,  I have revised the books I have published on createspace and dropped their prices. This is reflected on the Amazon author page already.
My aim, get these books read. That is all.
Profit margins are secondary and otherwise unimportant.
Hopefully, more readers will access the paperback version of the catalogue and entertain themselves with this portfolio of work.

Enjoy.

Growing library

Here's my eight books...
Increasing number of choices and stories to entertain.
Ghost stories, murder mystery, sci-fi, humour, hopes, dreams and millionaires...
Fiction aficionado... Look no further.

'They ain't heavy"
Not into long winded books? Something light that will keep you engaged?

These Red here, waiting and they won't break the bank.

Stories to share

The stories that lay between the covers of this book are especially useful at a break in work on a dark, cold, night shift in hospital.

The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary is packed with ghosts and spectres to read and share.
Click on the link below to access the novel in its entirety to download or procure in paperback format.

Ghostly

For the fiction aficionado... Phobic Wars

The following is an extract from Phobic Wars.
My second book published that is available on kindle Countdown Deal on the 14th  of October

It's a complex and entertaining read guaranteed to meet your needs as a fiction aficionado....

Who is Miss Sally Mack?

 It was a cold November morning, the snow had come early and the ward had seemed to admit half the population of the town. Obviously this was not the fact but it felt like it. The inclement weather and the low temperatures of minus ten degrees with a wind-chill factor of minus fifteen (Why not call it minus fifteen?) made many of the elderly patients quite unwell. On top of the bad weather, there was a particularly difficult strain of influenza hitting the community and the nation as a whole. The admissions ward was full to the brim, and there was a bed crisis in the hospital as always. A bed crisis is the term used when there are more patients needing beds in hospital than there are beds available. The crisis had escalated to Red on the Red, Amber, Green scale of bed management! All non-essential operations were called off, all staff available to cover any shifts were called in and in general, the movement of people, personnel, beds and equipment was planned and executed effectively by a bunch of managers and there teams. Frances was on duty on this day, working as hard and as fast as she could, supported by her team and colleagues. The phone rang for the umpteenth time that afternoon and the ward clerk jotted more details on the board, 3 patients coming up from the admissions unit. All three had “exacerbation of C.O.P.D.”as their diagnosis. With all the workload and the low numbers of staff, as a number of staff members were also suffering with the influenza virus, Frances needed to be dynamic with the management of her team. She asked a senior student and a more junior student to admit two of the patients, two males who were going to be allocated to one part of the ward and she would admit the lady, a Miss Sally Mack. The students would help each other and she could get on with the admission and any other pressing stuff that may be required of her and then she might squeeze in the I.V.’s and write up the reports and maybe cram in a quick cup of strong coffee to keep her going? At half past four in the afternoon, just before the evening meals were about to be served, Miss Mack and the two gents came from the admissions unit. Timing in hospitals is never right…Like a convoy of slow moving vehicles, the beds were wheeled in by burly porters and nursing staff, clad with notes, clothes, drips and oxygen tubing. Frances directed them to the spaces allocated for them and proceeded to delegate some tasks to Linda and Jill who were on duty too. As she was about to greet Miss Mack, the phone call she had heard in the background had been answered by one of the students and she said, ‘sister, it’s the E.R. asking to speak with you urgently’she turned and headed for the phone, gesticulating to the Porter to accompany the lady to the space in bed 5. Following the conversation about a possible other patient with a pneumothorax and chest drain in situ coming up to them, Frances directed her attentions to processing Miss Mack’s admission. She approached Miss Mack who by this point she was sitting comfortably on the bed, with the head-rest out, fluffed pillows and looking quite comfortable, despite the whooshing oxygen being delivered via the nasal specs. Her blue nightdress went quite well with her current complexion but hopefully, they would remedy this in the next few days. Frances approached her and said ‘Hello Miss Mack, welcome to ward 9’. Frances put her hand out to greet Miss Mack and then she noticed she had webbed fingers to both hands. Syndactyly. This was the rare Type 4: Haas-type syndactyly which was complete webbing, or complete syndactyly of all digits. She also had cupped hands. This was not mentioned prior to admission, the only problem she could foresee was that she may not be able to check her oxygen saturations with a finger probe and may need an ear probe. Practicalities of nursing care...! Frances tried not to show any shock on her face but it was too late, Miss Mack had noticed, but she said ‘it’s okay dear; it is not something you probably see every day’. She was right; Frances had seen clubbed fingers, cyanosed fingers, missing fingers, broken fingers, burnt fingers etc. but never webbed fingers. ‘I am sorry if I appeared rude but ...’‘Please dear’, Miss Mack interrupted, ‘don’t worry or apologise, you were not rude at all’‘Please call me Sally’. ‘I am Frances, the ward sister ‘she retorted. Frances proceeded to make her feel welcome and underwent the admission process, efficiently and with speed, not compromising on quality for the sake of getting the paperwork done. There was something atypical about her condition, during the admission questions she had noted that she was diagnosed with COPD yet she had never smoked, she was not an asthmatic or ever been ill before, her records were surprisingly small for someone so ill. What also made her curious was that her chest x-ray had shown she had pulmonary oedema yet her chest was remarkably clear of any crackles, strange! She was allergic to diuretics so none were prescribed and she noted that her blue discolouration, cyanosis, was not much better with her oxygen flowing at 2 litres per minute and her blood gases were quite normal, despite all the respiratory effort and breathlessness. Within 30 minutes, she was clerked in and ready for a bite of something warm to eat and a nice warm cup of tea. Hospital food can be quite off putting at times but hospital tea will help anything flow down the oesophagus. The meals, medicines, I.V. drugs, nebulisers and the plethora of other things that needed to be done had been done. The patients were comfortable, clean, fed and watered. Frances now had some time to herself as the visiting time was underway and she could catch up with the lesser priorities such as taking a quick break and resting. The shift was finally nearly over, ‘what a busy one it had been’Frances thought. She prepared all the information to hand over to the night shift and allowed the students off the ward a little early as they had worked their socks off and this was her way of thanking them, as well as saying ‘thanks for all your hard work today’. They left the ward with beaming smiles, feeling useful and part of the workforce. Frances handed over to the night shift and left for home, but not before she went down the ward and checked all was to her satisfaction. All was in order and as she passed by Sally Mack’s bed, she heard her say, ‘Frances, please go home and have a good rest, you cannot do any more for anyone else today, have a bath, have some food, have a warm drink and let your dreams take you on a nice long swim …’Frances smiled and said good night and walked off. However, as she left the ward, she recalled that last conversation and thought ‘a nice long swim’. What is a strange analogy’but thought nothing else of it. She drove home, in the winter weather; concentrating on the traitorous icy roads beneath the newly settling snow. She looked forward to the bath and rest, this triggered off another recall of that conversation with Sally and her watery comments. She arrived home, and run from the car, despite the snow. It was cold and she was looking forward to that elusive nice warm bubble-bath, putting the kettle and on and making herself a big mug of hot chocolate and the radio in the background chilling out. Once all this was done and she settled to bed, wrapped herself in her duvet and she finally relaxed and rested and seemed to go into a warm slumber.    

A cockroach free world

Repelling roaches, is the world a better place without these scuttling insects?
Phobic Wars addresses this directly.
It's a fusion of mythology, science and scifi.
The main protagonist fathoms a way to get rid of Cockroaches with a scientific breakthrough.
The world embraces this idea,  after all,  what use are they with their filthy ways?
This is until the Medusa Dermaptera,  a creature from the past is awoken due to the massive culling and near extinction of these insects.
The fragile ecological balance of our planet is threatened and it's ironic that the only solution, as passed mystically by  ancient Atlantis beings are cockroaches.
An enthralling work of fiction in need of your readership and reviews...

Available as an ebook or paperback format on Amazon.

Download it now

Powerful publishing

Mental Dental (MBP)
Read it!
Why?

Simply because you have never read anything like this, ever.

It's a blend of murder, mystery, good and evil. Intrigue and fear, twists and turns galore.
People are dying and innocent people are being blamed.

One person dies and another destroyed.. Two for the price of one.
The recognition of a pattern is overlooked by law enforcement agencies until one of the accused stumbles on the truth.
Join Dr Jessie Stack in her quest for truth.  Her life and those of others depend on it.

This stylish killer thriller is a must read... Link

Find it on Amazon Kindle, paperback or on the Lulu.Com website.... You will be thankful for the recommendation.
😉

Unexplained phenomenon in hospitals

Having spent most of my adult life and my whole professional career in hospitals and health care,  I decided to embark on writing Phantasms in the Infirmary.
Why?
Well I thought it had some mileage,  with lots of unexplained phenomena occurring daily,  well nightly.
It was a way of telling these stories to those who worked in the same sector and those who pondered on what strange and sinister things happen outside of the obvious. Ghostly staff and patients that linger in the vacuous vaults and corridors of these buildings.
Buildings whose purpose was to look after the sick and injured in society.
Obviously the poetic licence takes these stories into another realm,  another dimension for the sake of entertainment.
However they are based on fact!
The book is a collection of only some of these myths and legends.  They all happen in one hospital but this is a made up place.  It would be unfair to any particular health establishment to be named.

The project took its time and in order to make it more appealing,  I solicited my wife's contribution.  Julie herself had some stores to tell...
The end result,  a well written, entertaining and thoroughly enjoyable read.

Pick up your copy on Amazon Kindle and paperback now.  You won't regret it!
Maybe you will,  the next time you are in hospital though.

Cockroaches, bugs and fate

Phobic Wars
I dislike cockroaches so much that I wrote a book about them.

If I had been asked to do what Eddie Murphy did in the following clip,  I'd have got someone else to do it for me!

Tower Heist

Phobic Wars is a twist of fates with further twists in the bugs future.
It's original and it is Different!!
Read it for yourself...  The link below takes you to my amazon author page.

Phobic Wars

Enjoy. Sleep tight and don't let the buggers bite!!!

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UK summer reads

Rams books

The British summer is here again?
Lots to do in the sun? .... Not!

Why not try one of these...
Original,entertaining and great reads

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