Blog Tour

Travis Luedke’s blog tour. Today my guest!

 The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife, #1)
• Title: The Nightlife New York (Book #1 in The Nightlife Series)
Author: Travis Luedke
• Release Date: August 18, 2012
Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance

Synopsis ::
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, gangs, pimps and corrupt cops, the Nightlife of New York is never boring.
Is she a beautiful blond guardian angel as he imagined, or something else entirely? When Michelle saves Aaron’s life she shares the benefits of her blood (after getting him shot accidentally). He awakes a changed man, living in a purgatory of eternal night, never to see the sunrise again.
Michelle drags Aaron through a hardcore learning curve of vampiric slavery. Forced to adapt to servitude, Aaron is subject to her authority of compulsion. She orders him around like a puppet on a string, a dog on a very short leash. First things first, he must learn to feed properly without creating bloodslaves (humans addicted to the powerful drug-like effect of their venomous bite).
And then she puts him to work-a male escort in the sex trade-same as Michelle. Aaron walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regiments and intensely erotic sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. It’s do or die, Michelle vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control. The real kicker-amidst all these shocking and degrading adjustments, Aaron finds he’s falling in love.
Can he maintain and keep a sliver of his humanity intact? Innocence is a luxury few can afford in the decadent nightlife of New York. In a world where sex, blood, and power over women is so readily accessible, Aaron struggles against the predatory instincts deeply rooted in his new psyche. He must find his way quickly, practicing rigid self-control, or risk the consequences of Michelle’s wrath.
The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife, #2) 
 Title: The Nightlife Las Vegas (Book #2 in The Nightlife Series) • Author: Travis Luedke
• Release Date: November 17, 2012
Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance Erotica Thriller

Synopsis ::
Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule — no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a ‘pet’. When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are ‘disappeared’. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn’t ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.
Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series.
★★★★★ “Go grab a copy before this much fun is declared illegal.”
★★★★★ “Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying “Wow!”
★★★★★ “A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well.”
Blood Slave (The Nightlife, #3)
• Title: Blood Slave (Book #3 in the series, but considered a stand alone novel)
Author: Travis Luedke
• Release Date: December 23, 2012
Genre: Paranormal Erotic, Adult Romance
Synopsis :: 
Her mother named her Esperanza de Salvador – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.
Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.
Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.
Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan’s elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?
And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.
Link to all the posts in the tour with dates. Check it out!
1. Coffee, Books & Lipgloss – Review 2. Simply Sensational Book Fanatics – Review
3. The Boyfriend Bookmark – Review 4. The Book Diaries – Review
5. Crystal’s Random Thoughts – Promo 6. Manhattan Reader – Review
7. Nette’s Bookshelf Reviews – Review 8. Romance is in the Air – Promo
9. Kindred Dreamheart – Promo 10. The Fantastical World of Wonders – Promo
11. K is for Kechell – Review 12. A Bookish Escape – Review
13. Ethereal Book Reviews – Review 14. For the Love of Writing… – Promo
15. Inner Goddess – Review 16. Forest of Drago – Review
17. Tome Tender – Promo 18. A.R. Von DreamZ of Dragons – Promo
19. Debra Wattes – Promo 20. Layla Moon – Review
21. C.M.Brown – Review 22. BlookGirl – Review
23. Laura’s Review Bookshelf – Review 24. Kirstin Pulioff – Review
25. OlgaNM – Promo 26. Share My Destiny – Review
27. Galericulate – Review 28. Pamela Foreman, Published Author – Review
29. Read-Love-Blog – Promo 30. A Daydreamer’s Thoughts – Review
31. Rachel Tsoumbakos – Review 32. Tugce’nin Kitapli?Ÿi – Review
33. Teen Blurb – Review 34. Fifty Shades of Tribute – Review
35. Writers on the Wharf – Review 36. My Super Book Blog – Review
37. Bookmarks, Spoilers and Happily Ever After – Review 38. Drunken Space Penguin – Review
39. TwoGirlsReading – Review 40. Pezz Rambles – Promo
41. Orchard book club – Review 42. Sparkly Knickers – Review
43. Mandy – Review 44. Hardcover Therapy – Review
45. Erzabet’s Enchantments – Review 46. Booksessed Bec – Review
47. Italian Brat’s Obsessions – Promo
HERE IS THE LINK TO THE GIVEAWAY! Don’t be shy, you know you want to take part!
Enter To Win

The Nightlife Paris cover art poll

Wow! I hope you’re enjoyed the post and follow the tour!
And Friday, Dan O’Brien telling us the dos and don’ts of getting your work into a magazine…And remember, on Friday 1st March my YA novella  ‘Twin Evils?‘ (also in Spanish: ‘Gemela Maldad’) is FREE! For one day only. Don’t miss your chance.

Reminiscent of fairy tales but also touching subjects such as sibling rivalry gone awry, ‘Twin Evils?’ tells the story of a pair of Twins, Ruth and Max, who are extreme opposites, in looks and behaviour. Their friend Hilda tries to remain neutral but it’s no easy task. A tragedy completely transforms their lives, but was it fate or “something” else? It is also available in Spanish version ‘Gemela Maldad’.

Here are international links:

‘Twin Evils?’

‘Gemela Maldad’

Enjoy your reading and please, spread the word!

Many thanks:


Writing samples

Family, lust and surveillance. New story.

Hi all:

As you know usually I have a best author featured on my blog on Fridays. Unfortunately things didn’t work according to plan and the writer who was supposed to post today couldn’t make it. I hope she’ll come for a visit soon.

Instead I’ve decided to share with  you the beginning of a story I wrote some time ago that I’m revising. I haven’t decided what I’ll do with it, but could do with the opinions. If there’s interest I can always post a bit more of it in the future, and even consider publication…If not, it will go back to the drawer (or computer file to be more precise).

Here it is:

Family, Lust and Surveillance

The parcel was planted on my desk, brown and seemingly innocent. It had my name on it, my job denomination (Sub-Editor) and the office’s address. I picked it up, weighted it, shook it…It was too large for a CD. My heart started beating very fast, and my hands trembled. What I’d been fearing, had happened. Herman had finally got hold of me.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just…which one of these do you prefer?”

Matt, one of the graphic designers, had been working on the cover of the anthology we were getting ready.

“I…Which one do you prefer?”

“I’ve made them both. I don’t know.”

He looked at me. He was a short, funny looking guy, all head and eyes.

“Is that a CD?”

I was still holding the parcel in my right hand.

“No, a DVD.”

“Anything nice?”

“I think it’s a family recording I’ve been waiting for. Do you know if any of the viewing cabins are free?”

“I don’t think there’s anybody there at all this morning. Which one…?”

“Oh…the designs…I like them both. Ask Alan. Or choose yourself. We can always use the other design when we publish another anthology.”

OK. I hope you enjoy the movie.”

“I’m sure I will…”

He left and I added to myself “not”. I walked fast to one of the viewing cabins, the one on the further and more retired corner. I didn’t want to get interrupted or seen. I had to be completely sure. Once there, I opened the parcel. There was no note of any kind. Only a DVD. Blank cover. I switched the TV on and the DVD player. I watched the disc being swallowed by the machine. And after a few blank seconds, Herman appeared on screen. He looked thinner and paler than last time I had seen him, if that was possible. His hair was long, greasy, and he’d acquired some grey hairs. He looked tired but smiled, toothpaste-ad style.

“Hi, Pat. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, hasn’t it? Over three years now. Of course, you’re the one seeing me though, I can’t see you. Not yet, anyhow. Or do you think I can?…It wasn’t in very good taste what you did to me. Pack your things and go when we were having such good fun. And send me an e-mail. So impersonal! ‘Don’t try to contact me. Leave me alone or…’ I’ve been wondering ‘or what?’ all these years. That’s not fair. I’ve been bored stiff all this time. Watching our last recording. Do you remember it? Here is a selection.”

The screen went blank for a minute and the next images were of a couple, naked in a narrow bed, having sex. Herman, the male in the tape, seemed to be performing for the camera, trying to make the action as visible as possible. Only when approaching the climax did he seem to lose the control and forget about the performance. The woman was hardly visible until the end, when Herman just laid down next to her, caressing her abdomen and kissing her nipples. Herman seemed to suddenly remember the camera and grabbing her face made her sit.

‘Smile at the camera.’

I looked at the blank screen. My image looking at myself from the gulf of three years made me blush and feel humiliated. But it hadn’t finished yet. Herman walked in front of the camera and sat down.

“I hope you enjoyed it. I did. You didn’t give me much of a chance to ask you, actually. But, I’ve been thinking of better angles for the camera. It would be more interesting if you were on top next time. I’ll phone you this morning. Just to discuss the details. Bye. I’m happy I’ve found you finally.”

I went back to my desk and sat down. I put the DVD on the top drawer, the one I could lock. The white phone looked harmless and pure. I could not think or do anything. I contemplated the possibility of leaving the office and going home. Maybe I should have emigrated. But I felt drained of all energy. I just waited for the phone to ring. And it did.

“Hi Pat. It’s Cal here. Are you busy tonight?”

“Tonight?…I don’t know. I’m waiting for a phone-call. I can’t tell you yet. What were you thinking of?”

“Intimate dinner, movie, sex…The usual.”

“I’ll give you a call when I know what I’m doing.”

“Are you all right? You sound a bit…strange.”

“I just feel a bit tired. I’ll be all right, Cal.”

“OK. Don’t forget to phone. You know I have many admirers cueing…”

“I’ll phone you later.”

“Pat…It was only a joke.”

“I know, darling, I know. Sorry, I’m just not myself today. Speak to you later. Thanks for phoning.”

Cal…he was such a sweet guy. How could I explain Herman to him? How could anybody explain Herman to anybody else? If he would just disappear…

The phone rang again. I let it ring a few times, until Tina, the girl in the contiguous office came in. Always fashionable clothes, impeccable make-up, carefully arranged hair…Heart of model.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t in. I was going to answer it…By the way, somebody phoned earlier. Herman…somebody or other. He said he’s your stepbrother. I didn’t know you had any family.”

“We haven’t talked to each other for a long time. I’ll tell you the story some other day.”

I picked up the phone and watched Tina leave.

“Hello. Pat McKenzie here.”

“Hi Pat. Herman Stenson here.”

I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say.

“How are you? Surprised?”

“Nothing you do surprises me, Herman.”

“You probably thought you had got away with it by now.”

“I didn’t think, I hoped and prayed. What do you want?”

“OK, forget about niceties, hey? It’s only me, it’s all in the family, I understand. What do you think I want?”

I didn’t answer. I wanted to put the phone down on him, but I knew that wouldn’t make any difference. I’d grown up with the bastard.

“I want you to come and see me, Pat. I’m living here too. I moved once I found your address. I’ll tell you where I live.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“I have a very nice place here.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Oh, come on, Pat, be fair now. Have I gone to all this bother to find you for nothing? You must come and see me. I must show you my new surveillance system, cameras…I can record anything now.”

“I don’t want to…”

“All right, I’m not going to carry on playing Mr. Nice Guy. If that’s the way you want it that’s the way it’ll be. You will come to see me or I’ll send a copy of our DVD to your boss and to your lovely Carl Tom…whatever.”

“Cal Tomlinson. What makes you think I’m bothered about that?”

“The sub-editor of a serious intellectual magazine, on educational matters, star of a porn movie. I’m not sure it quite goes with the job.”

“It isn’t a porn movie.”

“I know what it is, and you do too, but do you think anybody else knows? Nobody would understand that. And I’m sure Carl wouldn’t either.”


“I couldn’t care less what his name is. Unless he wants to star in the movie…although…no, let’s keep it as it was.”

“WHY DON’T YOU SIMPLY FIND SOMEBODY ELSE TO…” I suddenly dropped my voice because I realised that probably Tina and half of the office where hearing me by now. “…fuck?”

“It’s a little bit more than that, love. Come to see me and we’ll talk about it.”

I wrote down his address automatically and put the phone down.


Let me know what you think.

And I have two announcements. Next week, to make up, I have two guest authors. On Tuesday my blog will be part of Travis Luedke’s blog tour. We’ll here about his new novel in the series ‘The Nightlife’. If you like hot and sexy vampires…I wouldn’t miss it. And on Friday, Dan O’Brien will talk to us offering his advice on how to get your work in a magazine (in his role as an editor) and his writing. Good week coming.

And the second announcement. My Young Adult novella, ‘Twin Evils?‘ is going to be free, for one day only, on Friday the 1st March. I’ll remind you, but be prepared. It’s only one day. I leave you links to previous blogs where I offered samples of Twin Evils also…for inspiration.

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!


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Muestra de escritura

Familia, lujuria y cámaras. Nueva historia.

Hola a todos:

Como sabéis normalmente tenemos a un escritor invitado los viernes. Por desgracia la escritora que iba a contribuir esta semana no ha podido hacerlo (aunque confío en que nos venga a visitar dentro de poco), así que pensé aprovechar y traeros el principio de una historia que estoy revisando para ver que os parece. No es muy larga, y si os interesa, os traeré algo más y quizás la publique algún día…A ver…

Familia, lujuria y cámaras

El paquete estaba plantado en mi mesa de despacho, marrón y de apariencia inocente. Tenía mi nombre escrito, mi título (Sub-editora) y la dirección de la oficina. Lo cogí, lo sopesé, lo agité…Era demasiado grande para un CD. Mi corazón empezó a latir muy deprisa y mis manos a temblar. Lo que llevaba temiendo hacía tiempo había pasado. Hermanme había encontrado finalmente.

Pegué un salto al sentir una mano en mi hombro.

“Perdona. No quería asustarte. Solo… ¿Cuál prefieres?”

Matt, uno de los diseñadores gráficos, había estado preparando la portada de la antología que estábamos a punto de publicar.

“Yo… ¿cuál te gusta más a ti?”

“Las he hecho las dos. No sé.”

Me estaba mirando. Era un hombre bajo, con una pinta algo rara, todo cabeza y ojos.

“¿Es un CD?”

Todavía tenía el paquete en mi mano derecha.

“No, un DVD.”

“¿Algo interesante?”

“Me parece que es una grabación familiar que estaba esperando. ¿Sabes si alguna de las cabinas de visionado está libre?”

“Que yo sepa no hay nadie allí esta mañana. ¿Cuál?”

“Oh…los diseños…Me gustan los dos. Pregúntale a Alan. O escógelo tú mismo. Siempre podemos usar el otro diseño cuando publiquemos otra antología.”

“OK. Espero que disfrutes la película.”


“…que no.” Me dije a mi misma cuando salió de la oficina. Casi corriendo me dirigí a una de las cabinas, la que estaba más lejos de la puerta, en el rincón más retirado. No quería ser interrumpida ni que me viera nadie. Tenía que estar completamente segura. Una vez allí, abrí el paquete. No había ninguna nota. Solo el DVD. Cubierta en blanco. Encendí la televisión y el DVD. Contemplé como la máquina se tragaba el disco, sintiéndome como hipnotizada. Después de unos segundos con la pantalla en blanco, apareció Herman. Estaba todavía más delgado y pálido que la última vez que lo había visto, si eso era posible. Llevaba el pelo largo, grasiento, y se distinguía alguna cana. Parecía cansado pero sonrió, una sonrisa de anuncio de pasta dentífrica.

“Hola Pat…Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde la última vez que nos vimos, ¿no? Más de tres años. Por supuesto, tú me estás viendo, pero yo no te puedo ver. Aún no, vamos. ¿O crees que sí te puedo ver?…Lo que me hiciste no fue nada elegante. Hacer las maletas e irte cuando lo estábamos pasando tan bien. Y enviarme un correo electrónico. ¡Tan impersonal! ‘No intentes contactarme. Déjame sola o…’ Me he estado preguntando ‘¿o qué?’ todos estos años. No es justo. He estado muy aburrido todo este tiempo. Viendo nuestra última grabación para entretenerme. ¿Te acuerdas? Aquí te dejo una selección.”

La pantalla se quedó en blanco un minuto y las imágenes siguientes eran de una pareja, desnudos en una cama estrecha, en plena relación sexual. Herman, el hombre en la grabación, parecía estar actuando para la cámara, intentando que la acción se viera lo más posible. Sólo cuando estaba próximo al orgasmo pareció perder el control y olvidarse de la actuación. A la mujer casi no se la veía hasta el final, cuando Herman se tendió a su lado, acariciándole el abdomen y besándole los pezones. Herman pareció recordar la cámara de repente y estrujándole la cara la hizo sentarse.

“Sonríe a la cámara.”

Miré la pantalla. Mi imagen devolviéndome la mirada desde el golfo de tres años me hizo sonrojarme y sentirme humillada. Pero aún no se había acabado. Herman se paseó por delante de la cámara y se sentó.

“Espero que lo disfrutaras. Yo lo hice. De hecho, no me diste demasiada oportunidad para preguntártelo. Pero, he estado pensando sobre nuevos ángulos para la cámara. Y sería más interesante si la próxima vez tú estuvieras encima. Te llamaré esta mañana. Solo para discutir los detalles. Adiós. Estoy muy feliz de haberte encontrado finalmente.”

Volví a mi despacho y me senté. Encerré el DVD en el primer cajón, el único con llave. El teléfono blanco parecía inofensivo y puro. No me sentía capaz ni de pensar ni de hacer nada. Contemplé la posibilidad de dejar la oficina e irme a casa. Quizás debería emigrar. Pero me sentía exprimida de toda energía. Me dediqué a esperar que sonara el teléfono. Y lo hizo.

“Hola Pat. Soy Cal. ¿Estás ocupada esta noche?”

“¿Esta noche?…No sé. Estoy esperando una llamada telefónica. No lo sé aún. ¿En qué estabas pensando?”

“Cena íntima, película, sexo…Lo habitual.”

“Te llamaré cuando sepa lo que voy a hacer.”

“ ¿Estás bien? Suenas un poco…rara.”

“Solo estoy un poco cansada. Todo va bien, Cal.”

“De acuerdo, pero no te olvides de llamarme. Ya sabes que tengo admiradoras haciendo cola…”

“Te llamo más tarde.”

“Pat…solo era una broma.”

“Lo sé cariño, lo sé. Perdona, no estoy muy fina hoy. Te llamo más tarde. Gracias por llamar.”

Cal…era un hombre tan encantador. ¿Cómo podría explicarle Herman a él? Era imposible explicarle Herman a alguien. Si desapareciera de una vez por todas…

El teléfono volvió a sonar. Lo dejé sonar unas cuantas veces, hasta que Tina, la chica en la oficina de al lado entró en mi oficina. Siempre estaba vestida a la última moda, impecable maquillaje, ni un pelo fuera de sitio…Corazón de modelo.

“O, creí que no estabas. Iba a contestar al teléfono…Por cierto, alguien llamó antes. Herman…no sé qué. Me dijo que es tu hermano adoptivo. No sabía que tuvieras familia.”

“No nos hablamos hace mucho. Te contaré la historia un día de estos.”

Tina se fue y yo cogí el teléfono.

“Hola. Pat Mackenzie al habla.”

“Hola Pat. Herman Stenson.”

No dije nada. No había nada que decir.

“¿Cómo estás? ¿Sorprendida?”

“Nada de lo que hagas me sorprende, Herman.”

“Probablemente te creías que te habías librado de mí.”

“No creía, rogaba y deseaba ardientemente. ¿Qué quieres?”

“Vale, olvidémonos de los buenos modos, ¿no? Solo soy yo, todo queda en familia, ya entiendo. ¿Qué crees que quiero?”

No le contesté. Quería colgar el teléfono, pero sabía que no cambiaría nada. Había crecido con el malnacido.

“Quiero que vengas a verme, Pat. También vivo aquí. Me mudé cuando descubrí tu dirección. Te diré donde vivo.”

“No quiero saberlo.”

“Es un sitio muy majo.”

“Déjame en paz.”

“Anda, Pat, sé justa. ¿Me he tomado todas estas molestias por encontrarte para nada? Debes venir a verme. Te enseñaré mi sistema de vigilancia y cámaras…Ahora puedo grabarlo todo.”

“No quiero…”

“De acuerdo, he intentado ser amable, pero ya veo que no funciona. Si eso es lo que quieres, así es como va a ser. Me vendrás a ver o le enviaré una copia del DVD a tu jefe y a tu precioso Carl Tom…como se llame.”

“Cal Tomlinson. ¿Qué te hace pensar que me preocupa eso?”

“La sub-editora de una revista intelectual seria, sobre Educación, estrella de una película porno. Me parece que no entona con el tipo de trabajo.”

“No es una película porno.”

“Sé lo que es y tú también, pero nadie más lo sabe. Nadie lo entendería. Y estoy seguro de que Carl no sería diferente a los demás.”


“No me importa nada como se llame. A menos que quiera ser protagonista en la película…aunque…no, dejémoslo como estás.”

“¿POR QUÉ NO TE BUSCAS A OTRA PERSONA CON QUIEN…” de repente bajé la voz cuando me di cuenta de que probablemente Tina y la mitad de la oficina me debían estar oyendo. “…follar?”

“Es un poco más que eso, amor. Ven a verme y hablaremos de ello.”

Escribí su dirección automáticamente y colgué el teléfono.


Y ahora, dos anuncios. Para compensar, la semana que viene (si todo va bien) tendremos dos autores invitados. El martes, mi blog formará parte del tour de Travis Luedke que nos hablará de su nueva novela en la serie ‘The Nightlife’. Si os gustan los vampiros marchosos…no os lo perdáis. Y el viernes, Dan O’Brien nos hablará de cómo publicar en una revista (ya que es editor) y información de sus libros.

Y el segundo anuncio. Mi novela corta juvenil ‘Gemela Maldad’ estará en promoción gratis en Amazon el viernes 1 de Marzo, por un día solo. Os lo recordaré el martes y el viernes, pero…el que avisa no es traidor…Y os dejo enlaces a previos posts con muestras de la novela…para refrescar la memoria.

Gracias por leer y buen fin de semana!

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Family stories

Family Stories: Josep and Conrado Miret. Spanish Civil War, French Resistance, Mauthausen Concentration Camp


Hi all:
You’ll remember that I recently wrote a post about my cousin (second cousin on my mother’s side), Juan Molet, who is doing research into the family history, in particular about two of our grandmother’s brothers, Josep and Conrado Miret. They were both involved in politics in Catalonia (in the era of the Second Republic, pre-Franco), and Josep was the equivalent to a minister in the government and belonged to the PSUC (Partit Socialista Unificat de Catalunya, a communist nationalist party, still in existence today).

Español: Bandera de España durante la Segunda ...
Español: Bandera de España durante la Segunda República (1931-1939) Diseño inicial de proporciones 3:5. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My cousin has been kind enough to share some of the information he has been gathering and I thought I’d offer you an update. Josep was involved in the French Resistance after he exiled himself to France during the Spanish Civil War, and he had a daughter with a woman in the French resistance. His daughter, Magdalena (is a name that runs in the family…My mother and one of her aunts are also called Magdalena) now lives in Australia. Unfortunately (but understandably in the circumstances) she has no information about her father.

Josep Miret Muste 1939

My cousin also sent me copies (translated to English) of testimonies from men who were with Josep during his period in France and later in the concentration camp. I enclose one of them, that I found very moving.

Memories of Miret – by André Arlas

Toward the end of 1941, the inter-regional head of the French Communist Party introduced me in Bordeaux to a ‘comrade’ so that I could in turn introduce him to the leader of the Spanish freedom fighters in Gironde and with whom I was in contact.

After having set a place and a time for that meeting, this ‘comrade’ whose name had not been given to me, left.  We had exchanged not more than 20 words and our meeting had lasted less than 5 minutes.  However, the brief meeting had made quite an impression on me and what had struck me about this comrade was his concise way in which he expressed himself, together with an air of authority and strong personality which inspired trust.

I had not realised then that I would get to know him better and in circumstances such that qualities, faults, greatness and smallness cannot be hidden.  I met this comrade for the second time in June 1943 and I found out his name:  Josep Miret known as ‘Emile’.  It was in the nazi extermination camp of Mauthausen.  A few days later, we left together for the Schwechat commando and from that time on I stayed with him until his death.  We had been assigned to the same kind of work and I was working opposite him at a welding bench.

During those long months of suffering I was able to appreciate his exceptional qualities.  He had the gif of attracting friendship and for those privileged enough to know him, he was a source of benevolent warmth.  He had a sunny disposition – how many songs had he sung for us – a great dynamism and vitality, he enabled us to share his enthusiasm and his unshakeable trust in the future.  Very modest, he never tried to put himself forward.  It took me months, following my questions, to discover what had been his important responsibilities in the Spanish Communist Party  in Catalonia, in the Spanish Republican Army, as a Minister , or in the resistance movement in France.  But most of all, he stood out with his unique personality, his calm courage and his very lively disposition.  One must add his instinctive kindness.  How precious have his support, solidarity, moral as well as material, each time he was able to demonstrate it towards his comrades, Spanish and French.  How precious as well have been his wise advices which have guided us.

Following the bombing of Schwechat, we were taken to Florisdorf.  During the air raids, we were sent to caves.  Josep Miret, lover of life, sun, ‘lover of freedom’ as he called himself, could not stand being underground like rats.  He therefore asked to be assigned to the fire fighting kommando.  Unfortunately, shortly before the camp was liberated, he was wounded and an SS shot him dead.

We were of course used to see death on a daily basis but his death had been considered by all who knew him as the most unjust.  He was a very dear friend, a beloved brother, the one we admired most and that we all mourned.

So, it seems normal, after so many years, that his memory has remained so vivid and I am certain that is the same for all who have had the privilege to know him.  Miret had always been very discreet about his private life.  He was telling me that now was not the time to be soft and wonder about the fate of our loved ones as we had no answer.  He felt that we should instead harden, and keep our strength to survive until the victory.

Thus, upon my return from the camp, when I heard about the terrible ordeal suffered by Miret, with infallible courage, my admiration for him grew even more. The death of Miret, who died so young, has certainly deprived d the Spanish Communist Party of a great leader.  By his demise, the Spanish people have lost one of their brightest sons and France lost a great friend.

For my part, I could never forget the exemplary man, in every way, that Josep Miret had been.

André Arlas

Deported resistant fighter to Mauthausen

Number 34482

I hope there might be more posts to come with further information. And as I mentioned before, if you have an expertise on the subject or know somebody who does, we’d be very grateful to hear form you.

Thank you for reading. And on Friday…I’m waiting for confirmation of a guest post, but if that doesn’t happen I have some ideas…And an announcement to make about a free giveaway!

Historias de familia

Historias de Familia: Josep y Conrado Miret. Gerra Civil, Resistencia Francesa, PSUC, Mauthausen.

Spanish Second Republic Flag
Spanish Second Republic Flag (Photo credit: Asdfesque)


Hola a todos:

Creo que se deben acordar de que recientemente escribí un post sobre mi primo (primo segundo de parte materna), Juan Molet, que está investigando la historia familiar, en particular sobre dos de los hermanos de nuestras abuelas, Josep y Conrado Miret. Los dos estaba metidos en la política Catalana en la época de la Segunda República (pre-Franco), y Josep era miembro del PSUC (Partit Socialista Unificat de Catalunya) y del gobierno Catalán durante la época de la Guerra Civil.

Mi primo ha sido muy amable y me ha enviado información que ha estado recogiendo poco a poco, y pensé que podría ofreceros más detalles. Josep (y creo que Conrado también) después de exiliarse a Francia estuvo trabajando con la Resistencia Francesa, y de hecho tuvo una hija con una mujer parte de la resistencia. Su hija, Magdalena (es un nombre de familia. Mi madre y una de sus tías también se llaman Magdalena) ahora vive en Australia. Desgraciadamente (aunque es lógico dadas las circunstancias) no tiene información sobre su padre.

Josep Miret Muste 1939

Mi primo también me envió copias de testimonios de hombres que estuvieron con Josep durante su época en Francia y más tarde en el campo de concentración. Incluyo uno de ellos, que yo encontré muy emotivo.

Memorias de Miret- por André Arlas

Hacia finales del 1941 el cabeza regional del Partido Comunista Francés me presentó en Bordeaux a un ‘camarada’ para que yo se lo pudiera presentar al líder de los Luchadores por la Libertad Españoles en Gironde con quien yo estaba en contacto.

Después de haber concretado lugar y hora para el encuentro, este ‘camarada’ cuyo nombre no me habían revelado, se fue. No habíamos  intercambiado más de 20 palabra y nuestra reunión había durado menos de cinco minutos. Sin embargo, el breve encuentro me había impresionado, en particular lo que me había hecho más impresión fue la forma concisa en que este camarada se expresaba, combinada con un aire de autoridad y una personalidad que inspiraba confianza.

Yo no sabía entonces que le llegaría a conocer mucho mejor en circunstancias tales que las cualidades, faltas, lo positivo y negativo de uno no se pueden ocultar. Encontré a este camarada por segunda vez en Junio 1943 y descubrí que se llamaba Josep Miret aunque le conocían como Emile. Fue en el campo de exterminación nazi, Mauthausen. Unos días después, fuimos transportados juntos al comando Schwechat y desde aquel momento estuve con él hasta su muerte. Nos habían asignado el mismo tipo de trabajo y yo estaba en la banqueta de soldador frente a la suya.

Durante los largos meses de sufrimiento llegué a apreciar sus cualidades excepcionales. Tenía el don de atraer la amistad de todos aquellos suficientemente privilegiados que llegaron a conocerle; era una fuente de calor humano. Tenía un carácter alegre – cuántas canciones nos cantó- un gran dinamismo y vitalidad, nos ayudó a compartir su entusiasmo y su incansable confianza en el futuro. Muy modesto, nunca le gustaba hablar de sí mismo. Tardé meses, a base de preguntas, en descubrir cuáles habían sido sus importantes responsabilidades en el Partido Comunista Español en Cataluña, en el Ejército Republicano Español, como ministro, o en el movimiento de la resistencia en Francia. Pero más que nada, destacaba por su personalidad única, su calmado coraje y su disposición animada. También hay que añadir su amabilidad instintiva. ¡Que privilegio haber podido contar con su apoyo, solidaridad, moral y material, cada vez que podía mostrarlo hacia sus camaradas, Españoles y Franceses! ¡Que privilegio el contar con sus sabios consejos para guiarnos!

Después del bombardeo de Schwechat, nos llevaron a Florisdorf. Durante los bombardeos aéreos, no enviaban a las cuevas. Josep Miret, que amaba la vida, el sol, ‘el amante de la libertad’ como se solía llamar, no podía soportar estar debajo de tierra como las ratas. Así que pidió que le asignaran al kommando luchando para apagar los fuegos. Desgraciadamente, poco antes de que liberaran el campo, lo hirieron y un SS lo remató.

Por supuesto estábamos acostumbrados a ver la muerte cada día pero su muerte la consideramos todos los que lo conocíamos, la más injusta. Era un amigo muy querido, un adorado hermano, el más admirado y al que todos lloramos.

Por eso es normal que después de tantos años su memoria se mantenga tan vívida y estoy seguro de que le pasa lo mismo a todos los que tuvieron el privilegio de conocerle. Miret siempre fue muy discreto sobre su vida privada. Me decía que aquel no era momento de ser débil y preguntarse por el destino de nuestros seres queridos ya que no obtendríamos respuesta. Creía que en lugar de eso teníamos que endurecernos y mantener nuestra fuerza para sobrevivir hasta el momento de la victoria.

Cuando al volver del campo me enteré de las experiencias terribles que sufrió Miret, con coraje infalible, mi admiración creció aún más. La muerte de Miret, que murió tan joven, ha privado al Partido Comunista Español de un gran líder. Con su muerte, el pueblo español ha perdido uno de sus hijos más ilustres y Francia ha perdido un gran amigo.

Por mi parte, yo jamás podré olvidar al hombre ejemplar que fue Miret en todos los sentidos.

André Arlas

Luchador de la Resistencia Deportado a Mauthausen

Número 34482

Espero que habrán más posts con más información. Y como había dicho antes, si sois expertos en el tema, o conocéis a alguien que los sea, estaremos muy agradecidos si nos contactais.

Gracias por leer. Estoy esperando confirmación de artículo de autora invitada para le viernes, pero si no…tengo algunas ideas y anuncio de una promoción gratis que está al caer.

Autores Invitados

Autor invitado Eduardo Perellón. El pozo de Harod, la Inquisición, el Vaticano, religión y misterios.

Queridos lectores:

Como todos los viernes les traigo a un autor invitado. Hoy, Eduardo Perellón. Y sopresa de sorpresas. A Eduardo no lo conocí en Twitter, sino que lo conocí a través de un grupo de escritores hispanos en Facebook. El mismo grupo del que ya conocen a Manuela Herrero Palomar y Judith Priay. Eduardo no solo ha escrito una novela de lo más intrigante, sino que también mantiene un blog donde tuvo la amabilidad de entrevistarme (recordarán que les dejé un enlace…) e hizo un trabajo fantástico. Y ahora es su turno de ser mi invitado. Les dejo con él que se explica muy bien.

Hola a todos. Me llamo Eduardo Perellón.


Nací en Madrid en 1966. Y aunque no tengo formación universitaria ni una ocupación laboral relacionada con la literatura, soy un apasionado de la investigación, lo que me ha permitido desarrollar mi inclinación natural hacia la escritura a partir de un hecho que cambiaría por completo mi vida. Acababa de leer “La isla del tesoro”, de Robert. L. Stevenson, y me impresionó tanto la manera de contar aquella historia en primera persona que sentí unos irresistibles deseos de escribir las mías propias. Según terminé su lectura supe que deseaba ser escritor. Así nació “Pasaje a la muerte”, mi aventura al frente de una imposible expedición tripulada a Marte, un intento por escribir novela que se quedó guardado en un cajón para siempre.

Aficionado como soy al senderismo, el submarinismo, la cocina y la lectura, solía escribir cuadernillos de viaje con mi hija donde narrábamos a modo de diario todo cuanto acontecía en tal o cual viaje, incluyendo las correspondientes reseñas gastronómicas, en un intento por contagiarle mi pasión por la escritura mientras satisfacía mi necesidad de contar historias.

Mi vida laboral ha girado durante 20 años alrededor del mundo de la construcción, dirigiendo varias empresas. En la actualidad formo parte del equipo docente de una Escuela-Taller donde imparto clases de albañilería, fontanería y electricidad a adultos procedentes de capas complicadas de la sociedad y a jóvenes desahuciados del sistema educativo, compaginando el tiempo con mi gran vocación: escribir novela.

En el año 2006 inicié mi primer proyecto serio, uno que a diferencia de lo ocurrido anteriormente, conseguiría ver la luz: la novela “No a nosotros, Señor”.


La obra, detrás de la cual hay 3 años de duro trabajo de investigación, fue autopublicada en papel en junio de 2009 y tuvo una distribución muy limitada, hasta su retirada definitiva. Este trabajo frustrado me sirvió como banco de pruebas, pues después de escuchar alabanzas, sugerencias y críticas constructivas, dediqué otros 3 años a mejorarlo. Introduje nuevos personajes y maduré los existentes, corregí algunos fallos de gramática y ortografía, aumenté el suspense y rectifiqué el desenlace… pasos que elevaron su calidad considerablemente.

Al final, en 2012 una nueva obra vio la luz: “El pozo de Harod”, que sustituyó a su antecesora y presenté a varios concursos.

EL POZO DE HAROD[1]Amazon España:

Una editorial digital manifestó interés en ella, y su comercialización a través de este canal sirvió como paso previo a la autopublicación primero en Amazon, donde actualmente se distribuye en formato electrónico, y después en CreateSpace, que permite su comercialización en papel (confío en hacer disponible esta opción en un par de semanas o tres). Como suele ser en el caso de los escritores indies, todo el trabajo de escritura, corrección y maquetación para ambos formatos lo realicé yo mismo.

¿De qué trata la novela? Esta es su sinopsis:


Toledo, 1485

El Santo Oficio juzga a un hombre por su supuesta vinculación con una Orden secreta, enemiga de la Iglesia.

Madrid, 2012

Carla Martín sufre la muerte de su padre. Casi al mismo tiempo, los dos amigos íntimos de este son asesinados en extrañas circunstancias…

Este es el punto de partida de una aventura en la que una trepidante sucesión de acontecimientos terminan poniendo al descubierto la verdadera identidad de los tres muertos y el impresionante secreto que protegían, uno que de hacerse público, arruinaría a la Iglesia.

El Vaticano, con el cardenal Candutere a la cabeza, y en su afán de protegerse, dirige dos acciones paralelas semejantes a las que desarrollaban en los tenebrosos días de la Inquisición.

Varios episodios de intensísima acción, en los que se suceden asesinatos, traiciones, dobles juegos, pistas y descubrimientos, serán la antesala de un sorprendente desenlace que afectará, no solo a los protagonistas directos de la historia, sino a toda la humanidad.

Aunque esta sinopsis suene a “lo de siempre”, puedo aseguraros que “El pozo de Harod” tiene un planteamiento completamente distinto de otros thrillers de acción y aventura con trasfondo religioso. Y qué decir de su desenlace…

Volviendo a mi trabajo como escritor (qué grande es esta palabra), y a pesar del tiempo consumido en las mejoras y promociones indicadas antes, he seguido trabajando desde finales de 2010 en tres nuevos proyectos literarios:

  • El enigma de Calaf”, que ya está en avanzado proceso de escritura. Como podéis observar, ya tiene portada y sinopsis:



Álvaro Rodero, un escritor novel, acaba de autopublicar su primera novela, pero no consigue distribuirla.

Cierto día recibe la extraña llamada de un desconocido e inquietante personaje que le propone un insólito trato. Hará que la obra se venda en todo el mundo si el autor realiza para él un peligroso y oscuro trabajo: recuperar una misteriosa espada forjada en 1212 y rodeada de una macabra leyenda. Y eso antes que se cometan con ella cinco crímenes rituales.

  • “Favia”, una historia de misterio ambientada en plena Edad Media y contada en primera persona.
  • “El pocarropa”, una obra biográfica sobre la figura de un hombre especial durante la Guerra Civil española y después, narrada en clave de novela negra.

Al margen de estos proyectos, mantengo al día un blog titulado “Así lo pienso, y así lo escribo” donde no solo incluyo reseñas de mis lecturas y entrevistas con otros autores, sino música, cocina y reflexiones personales sobre algunos asuntos. El enlace es:

También dispongo de perfil en las redes sociales más utilizadas:


Twitter: @EduardoPerellon

Y una página web:

Por cualquiera de estos medios podéis poneros en contacto conmigo para hacerme llegar vuestras sugerencias, opiniones y críticas.

Os invito a echar un vistazo a mi trabajo. En realidad, pese a los antecedentes que confieso sin vergüenza, creo que merece la pena conocerlo. Vosotros diréis…

Y muchas gracias a todos, especialmente a mi colega de afición Olga Núñez por cederme su valioso espacio para presentarme.

Un saludo afectuoso.

Muchas gracias Eduardo, no solo por contarnos tu proceso de creación de ‘El pozo de Harod’ si no por contarnos sobre tus proyectos. Todos muy intrigantes. Ya nos mantendrás informados.

Gracias por leer. Les recuerdo mi novela corta juvenil, recién salida del horno, Gemela Maldad.

Y la semana que viene…más…

Autores Invitados

Guest author: Eduardo Perellón. Spanish Inquisition, Secret religious orders, and intrigue.

As usual every Friday I bring you a guest author. This time is Eduardo Perellón. You’ll be surprised to hear that I did not meet Eduardo through Twitter (hooray!). I met him through the Facebook group of authors writing in Spanish that I’ve mentioned before. You already know Manuela Herrero Palomar and Judith Priay, two of its members. Eduardo not only has written a fascinating novel (and he tells us all about the process of writing it) but has a fabulous blog where he talks about a variety of themes, and also has guest authors. I’ve had the honour of being one of his guests and he did a fabulous job. Now it’s his turn to be my guest.

Without further introdution I leave  you with Eduardo.

Eduardo Perellón.

Hello everybody. My name is Eduardo Perellón.


I was born in Madrid in 1966. Although I never went to university and my job is not related to literature, I’m passionate about research and that has allowed me develop my natural interest in writing following a fact that would completely change my life. I had just finished reading ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert L. Stevenson, and I was so impressed by the way he told the story using first person narrative that I felt an irresistible impulse to write my own stories. As soon as I finished reading I knew I wanted to be a writer. That’s how ‘Passage to Death’, my adventure at the helm of an impossible expedition to Mars, was born. That attempt at writing a novel has remained locked in a drawer forever.

I am a keen rambler, diver, cook and reader, and I used to keep detailed travel notebooks with my daughter where we would write daily about our adventures during our trips, including gastronomic entries of the area visited, in an attempt to awake the bug of writing on my daughter at the same time as satisfying my own need to tell stories.

My working life has been centred for the past 20 years around the construction industry, managing several companies. Currently I’m part of the teaching staff at a College where I teach classes on bricklaying, plumbing and on how to become an electrician to adults from underprivileged backgrounds and youths that have been excluded from the standard educational system. This I combine with my true vocation: writing novels.

In 2006 I began my first serious project, one that in contrast with previous attempts would see the light: a novel “No a nosotros, Señor”. (“Not to us, Lord”)


The novel that has behind it 3 years of hard research work was self-published in paper in June 2009 and it had a very limited distribution, until it was finally completely removed from the shelves. I used this failed work as a testing ground, because after hearing compliments, suggestions and constructive criticism I spent 3 more years improving it. I introduced new characters and developed the existing ones, I proofread the novel correcting grammar and spelling, I increased the tension and altered the ending…all steps that increased its quality considerably.

Finally, in 2012 a new novel was published: “El pozo de Harod” (“Harod’s well”), which replaced its predecessor and I submitted to several writing competitions.

EL POZO DE HAROD[1]Amazon España:

A digital publishing company showed interest, and its commercialisation through that company was a preparatory step for its self-publishing first in Amazon, where is available as an e-book, and afterwards in CreateSpace, that allows for its commercialisation in paperback format (this should be available in the next few weeks). As it’s the case for many independent (indie) authors, all the work of writing, editing and proofreading, and formatting I did them myself.

What’s the novel about? This is its synopsis:

Toledo, 1485

The Inquisition condemns a man for allegedly belonging to a Secret Society enemy of the church.

Madrid, 2012

Carla Martín loses her father. His two closest friends are murdered in very strange circumstances around the same time…

This is the starting point of an adventure whereby a vertiginous series of events culminates in the revelation of the true identities of the three dead men and the impressive secret they were protecting, a secret that if revealed could topple down the Catholic Church.

The Vatican, under the leadership of Cardinal Candutere, and guided by their wish to protect themselves, follows two courses of action in parallel very similar to those that use to be habitual in the dark times of the Inquisition.

Several episodes of intense action, with murders, betrayals, false alliances, clues and discoveries culminate in a surprising ending that will affect, not only the direct protagonists of the story, but the whole of Humanity.

Although this summary sounds like “the usual thing”, I can assure you that “Harod’s Well” has a completely different approach and style to other action and adventure thrillers with a religious background. And what should I say about the ending…

Going back to my work as writer (such a huge word), and despite the time spent in the improvements and marketing mentioned above, I’ve carried on working from the latter months of 2010 on 3 new projects:

  • El enigma de Calaf” (The enigma of Calaf), that is quite advanced in its writing process. As you can see it has a cover and a synopsis:



Álvaro Rodero, a new writer, has just finished self-publishing his first novel, but has not succeeded in its distribution.

One day he received a strange call from an unknown and eerie character who has a very special proposal: He will get his book sold all over the world if the author does something for him. The task he proposes is rather dark and dangerous: he has to recover a mysterious sword forged in 1212 and surrounded by a macabre legend. And all that before 5 ritual crimes are committed using it.

  • “Favia”, a mystery that takes place in the Middle Ages and it’s told from a first person point of view.
  • “El pocarropa”, a biographical novel about the character of a very special man and his adventures during the Spanish Civil War and afterwards, narrated in a crime novel style.

Apart from these projects, I also regularly blog (my blog page is called “Así lo pienso, y así lo escribo” [“That’s what I think, that’s what I write”]) where I include not only reviews of my readings and interviews with other authors, but also music, cookery, and personal musings about a variety of themes. The link is:

I’m also in Facebook:

And Twitter: @EduardoPerellon

And I have  webpage:

Through any of these means you can get in contact with me and leave me your suggestions, opinions and comments.

I invite you to check my work. In all honesty, despite the initial difficulties, that I confess without embarrassment, I believe it’s worthy of attention. You’ll be the ones to judge…

And thank you very much to all, particularly to my partner in crime Olga Núñez Miret for lending me her space and introducing me.

Best wishes.

Thank  you very much Eduardo for sharing your adventure as a writer, the process of writing you novel, and also your new projects. Very intriguing…

Just remind you of my new Young Adult Novella ‘Twin Evils?’ and of course, next week….more.

Writing Writing samples

Focus on Escaping Psychiatry Series. 3 novellas, psychiatrist, thrillers, crime and tasters.

Hi all:

Thinking about my writing and particularly with the publishing of my new YA novella Twin Evils? I’ve noticed I’ve talked a fair bit about The Man Who Never Was and more recently I’ve launched Twin Evils? but I never talked much about my series: Escaping Psychiatry. It came out just before Christmas and with the hustle and bustle of Christmas and one thing and another, other than showing you the covers and links, I’ve not brought it to anybody’s attention much.

I thought maybe it was time to do something about. Escaping Psychiatry is a series of 3 novellas (Cannon Fodder, Teamwork and Memory) all linked by the same main character, Mary, a psychiatrist and writer (like me) who in each one of the novellas gets involved in a case (sometimes more personally than others) and has to work through sometimes not only the patients’ issues but also her own.

I’ve decided to offer you the description and a sample of each one of the novellas and see if you find them interesting. I also have an epilogue that have not published, but in time I might decide to publish the three together in a volume, depending on the response. I’d really appreciate your comments. And share if you find it interesting.

Cannon Fodder

In ‘Cannon Fodder’, Phil, a lawyer who is good friends with Mary asks
her to provide a report on one of his clients, a young African-American
man called Cain White. Cain is a very religious man and has been accused
of inciting a riot at a religious meeting. Although his actions have
never been violent, some people find the content of his speech
inflammatory and disturbing. He not only says he can hear God’s voice,
but also he insists that God is black and his appears to be a Black
Nationalist message. Is Cain insane, deluded, misguided, looking for
media-attention, or a Saint? To find an answer to these questions Mary
talks to his family and friends. Although she concludes he is sane, some
very damaging revelations about his family life, beliefs and local
attitudes result from Mary’s investigation. Who is a saint and who is a
sinner is a matter for debate. The more Mary gets involved in the lives
of Cain and those close to him the more she realises how damaging
secrets are.
Cannon Fodder contains damaging family secrets, court
procedures, psychological insights, discussions around morality and
religion, sin and ultimately redemption. This novella offers you an
emotionally affecting and challenging read in a small package. It is
well worth the time and investment.

Extract from Cannon Fodder

“I’m only me, Cain White, a fairly normal boy.”

“Do you think fairly normal boys say they can hear God?”

“I don’t know any who say that, but that’s probably because they can’t hear him. But I do.”

“Do you hear his voice as you hear me? Is it a voice outside your head?”

“It’s difficult to explain. It isn’t a voice like anything I’ve ever heard before. It isn’t a man or a woman, it’s God.”

“How do you know?”

“Because the voice says so. And I believe it.”

“Does it talk to you or does it talk about you or others?”

“It talks to me.”

“Does it call your name?”

“Yes…It says something like: “Cain, listen. There’s something I want you to tell the others. Tell them they must love themselves. Tell them they are beautiful.””

“Who are the others?”

Black people.”

“You mean God is talking to the black people through you.”

“I mean God is black.”

Mary had to bite her lip not to smile. Cain wouldn’t stand a chance if the judge were white.

“You don’t believe me.”

Mary looked at him straight in the eyes.

“I’m not trying to determine if God is black or white or any other colour. “

“You only want to know if I am mad. I guess I must be a raving lunatic to say things like that to a white psychiatrist.”

“Do you think black psychiatrists have different criteria for diagnosing madness?”

“Probably not.”

“This voice, is it inside you head or outside?”

“Outside. I’m not imagining it.”

“I didn’t say you were. Do you hear it at any particular time of the day or in a particular place?”

“No. It comes to me any time, any place.”

“When was the first time you heard that voice?”

“I heard it once as a child, just after my father died, telling me that I should look after my mother and siblings. And then, a few months ago. First I thought I was tired and I was hallucinating. But I had to accept it. It was God.”

“Are you taking drugs?”

“I don’t touch the stuff. I’m not off my head or anything like that.” he said in a brisk manner.

“I must ask this type of questions.”



In ‘Teamwork’ Captain Tom McLeod, from the San Francisco Police
Department, invites Mary for a meal at home with his wife. When she
meets their other guest, a young detective called Justin, she quickly
realises there is an agenda well beyond a friendly meal. Justin’s
partner, mentor and father figure, Sgt. David Leaman, was killed a
couple of months earlier during a routine investigation. Justin
witnessed the event but he insists in going back to work and refusing
any therapy or counselling. Tom and others at the department are
concerned about his mental state but have failed to convince him to
accept professional help. Both Mary and Justin are reluctant to engage
in the ambush informal consultation organised, but eventually decide to
give it a try. At first sight it appears to be a straight forward case
of unresolved grief, but things aren’t as clear-cut as they appear and
Mary ends up getting too personally involved with the case, to the
detriment of her professional objectivity. Who is the expert in matters
of the heart and soul?
‘Teamwork’ combines police procedural/crime
thriller format with psychological exploration of characters’ insights
and motivations. Despite its length this novella will have you enthused
and guessing from beginning to end.

Fragment from Teamwork

“Hi Phil. How are you?”

“I’m fine. I was a bit concerned. Tom phoned me saying that you’d disappeared and he was trying to contact you. About that guy…whatever his name is, one of his men you’ve been seeing. He wants him back working for him and he’d been phoning you with no reply.”


“Yes. Justin. What’s the problem?”

“What is not the problem would be a better question. This guy is the young man I told you about.”

“The guy whose partner had died, but who was like a father to him.”

“Exactly. You were listening to me.”

“I always do. The young attractive guy.”


“Do you fancy him?”

Mary went quiet. Phil waited and finally said.

“So you fancy him.”

“He told me he liked me. One night we went out to meet his mates from work, he got drunk, Tom drove us back, and Justin kissed me. Then he told me he liked me, and what was wrong with that, and…”

“You gave him your usual blah, blah about transference, vulnerability…Maybe at some point you should believe that somebody can like you for yourself, and not only because you’re a psychiatrist.”

“Fair enough comment if it wasn’t because in most cases it’s only my patients who seem to fancy me.”

“Oh, please, Mary, come on…Give a guy a chance, eh? If you don’t want a relationship, don’t blame guys for it. And I know what you’ll say. Mea culpa. I don’t want a relationship either. Does that disqualify me from giving you advice?”

Mary sighed and Phil continued.

“So you ran away from him.”

“No, Mr. Know-it-all. I didn’t. I told him that if he felt that way I couldn’t carry on working with him, and he said that he’d try and keep a lid on it. But, apart from all this, there’s something rather weird going on. Justin had told me that Lea, David Leaman’s wife, the dead policeman I mean, was a few years younger than him and he’d left her well covered with his insurance policy. Three days ago they had his memorial and Tom asked me if I’d like to go with Maureen and him. Justin had never mentioned it to me. Once there, I discovered that Lea was much younger than Dave, at least 20 years, if not more. She is in effect quite a few years younger than you and me, and only 4 or 5 years older than Justin himself.”


“Why did he lie? One of the other policemen made a strange comment that I can’t quite work out, but seems to insinuate that there is something between Justin and Lea. I don’t know what to make of it, but it all seems a bit fishy.”

“Didn’t you talk to the guy? Justin, I mean.”

“I bumped onto him as I was leaving the chapel and he accused me of going there behind his back, told me he needed some space…”


In the third novella, ‘Memory’, Mary runs out of her apartment after a
difficult encounter with her friend Phil, and goes missing. When she is
found it seems that she was hit in the head, abducted and raped. As a
result of the head injury she initially cannot recall what happened or
remember many details of her life. She never recovers memory for the
assault and finds it difficult to come to terms with something she
cannot recall. Her relationships and her whole life are left in turmoil
following the traumatic incident. The clues point towards a serial
killer who could not finish his job in her case. But some things do not
fit in. Who disturbed the killer? Why was she left there? The crime and
the investigation surrounding it have a profound impact on Mary who
decides that she needs to reconsider her life and start anew.
Exploring issues such as mental illness, memory, police investigation, trauma,
serial killers and life as a single professional woman, ‘Memory’ is an
intense and intriguing novella.

Fragment from Memory

At times when he felt well, he was grateful to Mary for helping him and making him accept his illness. When he was a bit high he resented her for it and blamed her. About a week earlier Phil had done something he hoped would have no negative consequences. He had a very important case to represent in court and he was feeling quite tired. He decided not to take his mood stabiliser for a couple of days. The surge of energy served him well in court, but made him irritable and impulsive. After winning the case, he decided to take a drive and go to see Mary on his days off. She was working as a locum in a private psychiatric intensive care unit upstate and it took him less than an hour to get there. The hospital was renting her a small studio-flat and he went directly there. She wasn’t at home when he arrived and he sat in his car for about half an hour, waiting. She arrived carrying some shopping bags and while she looked for her keys he came out of the car. He’d been replaying what happened next in his head over and over again since.

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As always THANK YOU FOR READING! And feel free to leave COMMENTS. And Friday guest author Eduardo Perellón.

Twin Evils? Launch

Twin Evils? is finally here! Young adult novella. Siblings, paranormal, love…Description and taster.

Hi all:

You’ll remember I posted the beginning of a YA novella that I was getting ready for publication, ‘Twin Evils?’ a couple of weeks ago. Well, it’s finally available in Amazon, and to welcome it and introduce it to everybody I thought I’d leave you the description, another taster, and the book cover. And of course, the link….

I hope you enjoy it and you go and check it out!

Twin Evils?

Once upon a time there was a pair of twins, a girl and boy. Ruth was blonde, blue eyes, very fair and really good. Max was dark haired, grey eyes, broody and bad. Their next door neighbour and pal, Hilda, tried to be friends with both but it was not an easy task. They didn’t like each other and she found herself in the middle trying to keep the peace. Max found his sister impossibly perfect and tiresome, and Ruth could not stand her brother’s bad boy attitude and his horrible behaviour. She was scared of him. Ruth was too perfect and child-like for the real world and Hilda suspected something was wrong but didn’t know what. Was she the angel everybody took her for? Was she ill? Why didn’t she behave her own age?  When both twins started talking about fate and said that “something” would happen she worried. What could she do? Unfortunately they were right and “something” happened.

‘Twin Evils?’ is a Young Adult novella (approx. 40 pages) that begins like a fairy tale, talks about friendship against all odds, tragedy, romance, and has a touch of the paranormal. Fast paced and entertaining with intriguing, mysterious and ultimately lovable characters it will make you feel good but leave you wondering. If you have plenty of imagination and love a compact and fulfilling read, try it out!

And now, if you remember the previous extract, the two families were preparing a party…

At the party Max was wearing black denim trousers and a black T-shirt. He didn’t listen to his mother about wearing something ‘nicer’. With the final details of the cake, Hilda and her family got to the party quite late, when all was well on the way. Max was in the hall, and seemed to be anxiously waiting for Hilda.

“Hi Hilda. It’s ludicrous. You must see Ruth’s dress. It’s so…disgusting…I can’t even talk.”

“That’s something that doesn’t happen to you very often. Happy Birthday Max.” Hilda kissed him on the cheek, but he grabbed her by the arms, hugged her, and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Nice” He said with a smile.

“If it weren’t your birthday I’d slap you. My parents have your present, but I guess you’ll open them later. Where is your sister?”

“Inside, licking the teachers’ bums.”

Hilda pinched his bottom, and when he laughed, she slapped him on his behind too.

“More, more…I love it…Be kinky with me, will you, Hilda?”

Hilda couldn’t avoid blushing, and to cover it up she turned around.

“Shut up, you pervert. I am going to kiss your sister. See you later.”

Ruth was being petted and admired by all the adults. Her dress was somewhat infantile for her age. The pink ribbons and the white lace made her look younger, and her long hair done in locks was excessive. For once Hilda agreed with Max. It was too sweet and syrupy for her own taste. Ruth wasn’t very developed as yet, but she was far too old for that. Most of the other girls in the party were wearing short dresses or tight trousers, but Ruth…Hilda looked at her own flowery dress. Simple, normal…She intruded to kiss Ruth and tell her about the presents. Ruth replied that she’d be out soon. Hilda left her to her admirers and went outside.

“So, what’s your opinion?”

Max was next to her again.

“I agree with you completely. I think your sister is far too old for that kind of dress.”

“You see? I am not always wrong.”

“You’re seldom right, though.”

“I’ll get you a drink. Seldom right. I like it.”

Max returned shortly with a soda.

“No punch?”

“You don’t want to drink that punch.”

“But your father is a real expert at mixing it.”

“Not today. I’ve tried it. It’s too sweet for me, and I know you don’t like drinks that sweet. He used peach instead of lemon. Bad choice.” Max said.

“I don’t like peach. OK, I’ll trust you on this one.”

Max bowed and went back to his corner, to “observe”.

Steph and Patrick were the appointed cooks of the barbecue, some people began to dance, the cake was brought in and the candles blown, mainly by Ruth while Max stayed behind, the twins opened their presents…There were more gifts for Ruth than for Max. Ruth got jewellery, clothes, perfumes…Max got some records, books, computer games…Hilda gave Ruth a pair of earrings she liked and Max an Ouija board. He was thrilled by it.

Ruth gave one of her lovely speeches to thank everybody for their kindness, her family and Hilda’s in particular for making it ‘such a special birthday’. When she finished, Max stood up and said:

“I am not as good with speeches as my most adorable twin sister, but I decided to share something with you. I hope you like it.”

He climbed up on a chair, turned his back on the guests, and pulled his T-shirt up. Most people were simply amazed by it, but Ruth fainted and both sets of parents got very distressed. Hilda heard the comments of a couple of students in their same course:

“What’s all the fuss about? It’s a fantastic tattoo. What’s all the fuss about?”

“Maybe they hate tattoos. It might be against their religion. Or it’s some family thing…I don’t care.”

Patrick and Steph took Ruth inside and laid her on the sofa. She recovered shortly after and asked Hilda, who was looking after her:

“Why did he do that? Why did he choose that drawing? It’s a threat, isn’t it?”

“He did it all for effect. He felt nobody was paying him enough attention. I didn’t realise what he wanted to do with it. He’d showed it to me when he came back from camping and he said that he’d show it to your parents, but not when. I should have imagined…”

“You couldn’t have known. He’s too devious.”

As the night went on, the behaviour among the young people became more and more bizarre. Hilda couldn’t understand what was happening. They became very loud, some began fighting, many were sick…Even Ruth seemed not herself, dancing madly and then becoming sick all over her dress. It wasn’t normal. Something was going on. Hilda looked at Max. What had he done? He was smiling, like the cat that’d eaten the cream, and he was looking at the punch…She had to confirm her suspicions. She went to get a glass of punch. Max pushed her before she could drink it and spilt it all on the floor.


Hilda held his arm tight and looked him in the eyes.

“What did you put in the punch, Max? I’m not daft, you know?”

“No…” He opened his mouth to deny it, avoiding her gaze, but she took his chin and made him look at her. He gave up. “OK…only some whisky, vodka, and a few pills.”

“What type of pills?”

“Amphetamines, Es…Nothing too dangerous. They’ll all be fine tomorrow. It’s funny to see the adorable Ruth sick like a parrot. Lovely.”

“You’re nasty, Max. Very nasty.”

Hilda rushed to her parents and explained the situation. With the help of the other adults still at the party, they got rid of the drink and took the worst of the girls and boys home. None of them seemed to require medical attention. Hilda left the house without a word for Max. She was mad at him. He had endangered everybody. OK, he might have been angry because Ruth had dominated the party, but…How could he be so nasty and mindless? And, did she want to be friendly with somebody like him?

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Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and check the novella out. And please, spread the word!

And on Friday, guest author Eduardo Perellón!

Lanzamiento de 'Gemela Maldad'

Gemela Maldad ya está aquí! Novela corta juvenil, paranormal, hermanos, romance…Y otra muestra para probar

Hola a todos:

Recordaréis que hace un par de semanas os dije que estaba terminando de corregir una novela corta juvenil, ‘Gemela Maldad’ y os ofrecí en primicia el principio de la historia para  ver que os parecía. Pues ya está publicada, así que para que os hagáis mejor idea os traigo la descripción, otro fragmento, y la portada. Y por supuesto el enlaces.

Gemela Maldad

Érase una vez un par de gemelos, un chico y una chica. Rut era rubia, ojos azules, de piel muy blanca y muy buena. Max tenía el pelo negro como el carbón, los ojos grises, y era huraño y malo. Su vecina de al lado y compañera de fatigas, Hilda, intentaba ser amiga de los dos, pero no era fácil. Los dos hermanos no se podían ver y ella siempre se encontraba en medio de sus peleas intentando mantener la paz. Max opinaba que su hermana era una pesada y aburrida, imposiblemente perfecta, y Rut no podía soportar las travesuras de su hermano y su pésimo comportamiento. Le tenía miedo. Rut era demasiado perfecta e inocente, como una niña, para sobrevivir en el mundo real, tanto que Hilda sospechaba que algún problema había, pero no sabía cual. ¿Era Rut el ángel que todo el mundo creía? ¿Estaba enferma? ¿Por qué no se comportaba como un chica de su edad? Cuando los dos gemelos empezaron a hablar del destino y a decir que “algo” iba a ocurrir Hilda se preocupó. ¿Qué podía hacer?  Y desgraciadamente “algo” ocurrió.

‘Gemela Maldad’ es una novela corta juvenil (aproximadamente 40 páginas) que empieza como un cuento de hadas, trata de amistades que sobreviven a todos los contratiempos, tragedia, romance, y un toque de fantasía/paranormal. Con una historia que engancha, buen ritmo, y unos personajes misteriosos, intrigantes y entrañables os hará sentiros bien pero os dejará con dudas. Si tenéis mucha imaginación y os gustan las lecturas compactas y gratificantes, ¿por qué no la probáis?

Si recordáis el principio de la historia, las dos familias estaban preparando una fiesta…aquí os la dejo:

En la fiesta Max iba vestido con unos pantalones tejanos negro y una camiseta negra No le había hecho caso a su madre cuando le sugirió que se pusiera algo más ‘bonito’. Con los toques finales del pastel, Hilda y su familia llegaron a la fiesta bastante tarde, cuando todo estaba en marcha. Max estaba en la sala y parecía estar esperando ansiosamente a Hilda

“Hola Hilda. Es ridículo. Tienes que ver el vestido de Rut. Es tan…asqueroso…No puedo ni hablar.”

“Eso no te pasa muy a menudo. Feliz cumpleaños, Max.” Hilda le besó en la mejilla, pero él le agarró por el hombro, la abrazó, y le plantó un beso en los labios.

“Muy bueno.” Dijo con una sonrisa.

“Si no fuera tu cumpleaños te daría un bofetón. Mis padres tienen tu regalo, pero supongo que los abrirás más tarde. ¿Dónde está tu hermana?”

“Dentro. Lamiéndole el culo a los profes.”

Hilda le pellizcó el trasero, y cuando él se rió también le dio un cachete.

“Más, más…Me encanta…Ponte sexi conmigo, anda, Hilda.”

Hilda no pudo evitar ruborizarse, y para esconderlo se giró de espaldas a él.

“Cállate, pervertido. Voy a darle un beso a tu hermana. Nos vemos.”

A Rut la estaban admirando y haciendo carantoñas todos los adultos. Su vestido era algo infantil para su edad. Los lazos rosas y la puntilla blanca la hacían parecer más joven, y su melena peinada a tirabuzones era excesiva. Por una vez Hilda estaba de acuerdo con Max. Era demasiado dulce y empalagoso para su gusto. Rut no estaba demasiado desarrollada aún, pero era demasiado mayor para aquello. La mayoría de las chicas en la fiesta llevaban vestidos cortos o pantalones ceñidos, pero Rut…Hilda contempló su propio vestido floreado. Simple, normal…Se metió por en medio de todos para darle un beso a Rut y decirle lo de los regalos. Rut contestó que saldría en un momento. Hilda la dejó entre sus admiradores y salió fuera.

“¿Qué opinas?”

Max estaba de nuevo junto a ella.

“Estoy completamente de acuerdo contigo. Creo que tu hermana es demasiado mayor para ese tipo de vestido.”

“¿Ves? No me equivoco siempre.”

“Pero tienes razón en contadísimas ocasiones.”

“Te traeré algo de beber. Contadísimas ocasiones. Me gusta.”

Max volvió al poco con una cola.

“¿No hay ponche?”

“No te recomiendo que bebas ese ponche.”

“Pero tu padre es un verdadero experto en prepararlo.”

“Hoy no. Lo he probado. Es demasiado dulce para mí, y sé que a ti no te gustan las bebidas tan dulces. Ha usado zumo de melocotón en lugar de limonada. Mala elección.”

“No me gusta el melocotón. Vale, me fío de ti en esto.”

Max hizo una reverencia y se volvió a su rincón a ‘observar’.

Esteban y Patrick eran los cocineros designados para la barbacoa, algunos invitados empezaron a bailar, trajeron el pastel y apagaron las velas, más que nada Rut mientras Max se quedaba atrás, los gemelos abrieron sus regalos…Habían más regalos para Rut que para Max. A Rut le regalaron joyas, ropa, perfumes…A Max música, libros, juegos de ordenador…Hilda le regaló a Rut un par de pendientes que le gustaban y a Max un tablero Ouija. A él le entusiasmó.

Rut dio uno de sus encantadores discursos para dar las gracias a todos por su amabilidad, en particular a su familia y a la de Hilda por convertirlo en ‘un cumpleaños tan especial’. Cuando terminó, Max se levantó y dijo:

“No tengo tanto talento para los discursos como mi adorable hermana gemela, pero decidí compartir algo con vosotros. Espero que os guste.”

Se subió a una silla, se volvió de espaldas a los invitados, y se levantó la camiseta. La mayoría de gente se quedó sorprendida, pero Rut se desmayó y su familia y la de Hilda quedaron en estado de shock. Hilda oyó los comentarios de un par de estudiantes de su curso.

“¿Pero a qué viene tanto drama? Es un tatuaje espléndido. No hay para tanto.”

“Quizás odian los tatuajes. A lo mejor va en contra de su religión. O tiene algo que ver con la familia… ¿Qué importa?”

Patrick y Esteban entraron a Rut en la casa y la tendieron en el sofá. Se recuperó al cabo de poco y le preguntó a Hilda, que la estaba cuidando:

“¿Por qué hizo eso? ¿Por qué escogió ese dibujo? Es una amenaza, ¿no?”

“Lo hizo para llamar la atención. Le pareció que nadie le estaba haciendo suficiente caso. No me di cuenta de lo que iba a hacer. Me lo enseñó cuando volvió de acampar y me dijo que se lo enseñaría a tus padres, pero no cuándo. Debería habérmelo imaginado…”

“No podías saberlo. Es muy retorcido.”

Cuanto más avanzaba la noche, más raro se volvía el comportamiento de los jóvenes. Hilda no podía entender qué estaba pasando. Hacían mucho ruido, algunos empezaron a pelearse, muchos estaban devolviendo…Incluso Rut no parecía ella, bailando alocadamente y luego vomitando sobre su vestido. No era normal. Algo estaba pasando. Hilda miró a Max ¿Qué había hecho? Estaba sonriendo, como el gato de Cheshire, y estaba mirando hacia el ponche…Tenía que confirmar sus sospechas. Hilda fue a buscar un vaso de ponche. Max la empujó antes de que pudiera beberlo, derramándolo todo por el suelo.


Hilda le agarró del brazo firmemente y le miró a los ojos.

“¿Qué has puesto en el ponche, Max? Sabes que no soy tonta.”

“No…” Él abrió la boca para negarlo, intentando evitar su mirada, pero ella le cogió la barbilla y le obligó a mirarla a los ojos. Él desistió. “OK…sólo algo de whisky, vodka, y unas cuantas píldoras.”

“¿Qué tipo de píldoras?”

“Anfetaminas, Es…Nada demasiado peligroso. Todos estarán perfectamente bien mañana. Es divertido ver a la adorable Rut intoxicada y vomitando. Precioso.”

“Eres malo Max. Muy malo.”

Hilda se apresuró a contarles todo a sus padres. Con la ayuda del resto de los adultos que aún quedaban en la fiesta, se deshicieron de la bebida y se llevaron a los chicos y chicas que estaban peor a sus casas. Nadie parecía requerir atención médica. Hilda dejó la casa sin dirigirle la palabra a Max. Estaba muy enojada con él. Había puesto en peligro a todo el mundo. Quizás estuviera enfadado porque Rut había monopolizado la fiesta, pero… ¿Cómo podía ser tan malvado e irresponsable? Y ¿podía seguir siendo amiga de alguien como él?

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Como siempre gracias por leer. Espero que os haya gustado, y que vayáis a echarle un vistazo. Y si os gusta, corred la voz!

Y el viernes, autor invitado Eduardo Perellón!