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Christmas Book Fair in Llandeilo to be held on Dec 9th The next opportunity to meet authors, listen to their readings and get signed copies of their books will be on December 9th.  This time the Ll…

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Guest author post

Today #guestauthor @barrow_judith. Local history, stories with heart and memories of times past but not gone.

Hi all:

As you know, on Friday’s I bring you guest authors. Recently I’ve also been trying to bring to my blog authors and bloggers I know and exchange comments with often, but I’ve come to realise they’ve never made it as guests to my blog yet. Today it’s Judith Barrow’s turn. She’s a fellow author who is very generous in discovering interesting content and promoting it, she is a sharp reviewer with a very keen eye on Rosie’s Book Review Team (hey!), and she writes about subjects that will be close to many people’s hearts.  And her latest book was just published on the 17th of July, so, what better reason!

Author Judith Barrow
Author Judith Barrow

First, before I forget, here is her blog:

And what her Amazon author page says about her:

Judith Barrow,originally from Saddleworth, near Oldham,has lived in Pembrokeshire, Wales, for thirty four years.

She has BA (Hons) in Literature with the Open University, a Diploma in Drama from Swansea University and a MA in Creative Writing with Trinity College, Carmarthen. She has had short stories, plays, reviews and articles, published throughout the British Isles and has won several poetry competitions. She has completed three children’s books.

She is also a Creative Writing tutor.

And now, the books:

Pattern of Shadows by Judith Barrow
Pattern of Shadows by Judith Barrow

Pattern of Shadows

Mary is a nursing sister at Lancashire prison camp for the housing and treatment of German POWs. Life at work is difficult but fulfilling, life at home a constant round of arguments, until Frank Shuttleworth, a guard at the camp turns up. Frank is difficult to love but persistent and won’t leave until Mary agrees to walk out with him.

Here is what Judith tells us about the book:

Pattern of Shadows was inspired by my research into Glen Mill, a disused cotton mill in Oldham, Lancashire, and its history of being the first German POW camp in the country.

I was researching for an earlier book in the Local Studies and Archives in Oldham, while staying in the area, but reading about the mill brought back a personal memory of my childhood and I was sidetracked.

My mother was a winder in a cotton mill and, well before the days of Health and Safety, I would go to wait for her to finish work on my way home from school.

I remember the muffled boom and then the sudden clatter of so many different machines as I stepped through the small door, the sound of women singing and shouting above the noise, the colours of the cotton and cloth – so bright and intricate.

Above all I remember the smell: of oil, grease – and in the storage area. the lovely smell of the new material stored in bales.

When I thought about Glen Mill I wondered what life would have been like for all those men imprisoned there. I realised how different their days must have been from my memories of a mill and I knew I wanted to write about that.

So started 18 months of research

There are some great review too, but I’ll let you discover them, because we have a few more books. And if you want to see pictures and read Judith post about it, check here:

Changing Patterns by Judith Barrow
Changing Patterns by Judith Barrow

Changing Patterns

In May 1950, Britain is struggling with the hardships of rationing and the aftermath of the Second World War. Peter Schormann, a German ex-prisoner of war, has left his home country to be with Mary Howarth, matron of a small hospital in Wales. The two met when Mary was a nurse at the POW camp hospital. They intend to marry, but the memory of Frank Shuttleworth, an ex-boyfriend of Mary’s, continues to haunt them and there are many obstacles in the way of their happiness, not the least of which is Mary’s troubled family. When tragedy strikes, Mary hopes it will unite her siblings, but it is only when a child disappears that the whole family pulls together to save one of their own from a common enemy.

Living in the Shadows by Judith Barrow
Living in the Shadows by Judith Barrow

Living in the Shadows (Just published on the 17th of July)

It’s 1969 and Mary Schormann is living quietly in Wales with her ex-POW husband, Peter, and her teenage twins, Richard and Victoria.

Her niece, Linda Booth, is a nurse – following in Mary’s footsteps – and works in the maternity ward of her local hospital in Lancashire.

At the end of a long night shift, a bullying new father visits the maternity ward and brings back Linda’s darkest nightmares, her terror of being locked in. Who is this man, and why does he scare her so?

There are secrets dating back to the war that still haunt the family, and finding out what lies at their root might be the only way Linda can escape their murderous consequences.


Silent Trauma by Judith Barrow
Silent Trauma by Judith Barrow

Silent Trauma:

When Meg Matthews gives an interview on the local radio station it leads to a friendship with three other women. They share a terrible secret. Together, can they find the strength to expose the silent trauma they have endured all their lives?

The story is fictional: the facts are real.

Here is what Judith says about this book:

Silent Trauma is the result of years of research, and the need to tell the story in a way that readers will engage with the truth behind the drug Stilboestrol. So I had the idea of intertwining this main theme around and through the lives of four fictional characters, four women, all affected throughout their lives by the damage the drug has done to them. Their stories underpin all the harm the drug has done to so many women all over the world. The story is fictional, the facts are real.

Judith Barrow’s books are also available in Honno (Welsh Women’s Press):

In Honnos you can find an anthology Judith has contributed to:

Coming up Roses
Coming up Roses

Coming Up Roses:

A fiction anthology from Welsh women writing about gardens: what they mean to them, what happens in them and where they take them…

In ‘Yellow Ribbons on a Pear Tree’ an Italian POW returns home to a mixed welcome from his wife and family; ‘Gift’ is a tale of loss and love and of misunderstandings set around a memorial oak sapling; ‘Rosemary and Rue’ concerns memory and what it means to lose it and ‘Seasons of Brews and Roses’ tells of the love between mother and daughter and its waxing and waning, in good times and bad.

There are sad stories and happy ones, tales from home and abroad – all of them share a love for plants and planting, flowers and seeds, a real sense of the power of growing things to change lives.

“Crime, romance, loss, haunted tales… this collection has it all. 20 great stories… an ideal prsent for the gardener in your life.”
Lynda’s Book Blog (

“Sad, tense, funny, bizarre but best of all, original plots and a huge variety of themes show how creative writers can transform fruit and veg, flower borders and potting sheds to delve into our deepest fears and unrequited longings but also bring on the growth of new possibilities with each passing season.”
Western Mail

Thanks so much to Judith for bringing us her books, thanks to you all for reading, and if you have enjoyed it, share, like, comment and CLICK!

Guest author post

Guest Author: Lord David Prosser and his chronicles.

Hi all:

As you know Fridays are guest author days and recently I have been bringing you the work of some bloggers I’m very fond of but who’ve never come as authors to share their books here yet, and today I have a treat. A “real” Lord. Lord David Prosser.

Lord David Prosser
Lord David Prosser

David Prosser was born in 1951 and worked for many years as a Local Government Officer before taking early retirement due to health problems.
Finding it difficult to talk to people as a result of the illness he found himself in the situation of being housebound most of the time.In an effort to prove to himself he still had a value he started The Buthidars which is an all denomination, all colour,all creed group determined to better the world by Hugging.There is a site dedicated to this that welcomes all people who feel the World is better by forgetting our differences whilst celebrating the individuality of all peoples.
The next step was to remind the world of Edwardian style and beg the designers to recreate it in exchange for clothing that displays too much of next weeks washing. Let’s dress with some dignity !
Often heard are the words, life begins at 40. David is trying to show that life can get a kick-start at 60 too. He chose this age to sit and write his first novel, My Basetshire Diary, a fictional look at the life of the gentry.
Book 2 which is also in diary form is a prequel telling of the days between gaining his title and now, when he performed the duties of an unofficial envoy to Her Majesty.There are times when confronted by women when it’s not sure if his stiff upper lip is enough to help him get by. !
The third book, More Barsetshire Diary is a continuation of the first book. Lord David was volunteered to help the Dreaded Edna achieve an ambition. In this book he starts the job of making her more popular when Lady J volunteers his services to help Diana The Dowager Duchess of Cheam raise enough money to save her childhood home. Maybe he can do it with the help of the Toastie Tenors and the mysterious Eileen Dover.

Here his blog:

My Barsetshire Diary
My Barsetshire Diary


My Barsetshire Diary

A fictitious look at Lord David’s day as a member of the Gentry living in a small village. Come and meet the villagers like Mellors the gardener with a past and Grizelda the housekeeper. Join us at the village fete where Edna is determined to win the jam making competition at any price. See how the formidable Lady J intends to knock Lord David into shape.
Is the famous stiff upper lip his only protection? Is anyone really this naive? The answer is a resounding YES !

The Queen's Envoy
The Queen’s Envoy

The Queen’s Envoy

The preview to My Barsetshire Diary in which David inherits his title and retires from work only to be asked to take on a job that his late cousin did, as an unofficial envoy to HMG. Lord David is a fish out of water travelling the world trying to solve his Government’s embarrassing little problems. With him attracting the attention of so many females, and making so many new enemies can he return to the formidable Lady J in one piece?


More Barsetshire Diary
More Barsetshire Diary

More Barsetshire Diary

The continuing saga of a member of the gentry. Lord David Prosser has to help the dreaded Edna in her campaign to become a Councillor as well as help raise funds for Diana the Dowager Duchess of Cheam to restore her beloved first home. All this while coping with life in the village, Oscar and Lady J.

Memoirs of a superior
Memoirs of a superior

Memoirs of a superior

David Prosser, Lord of Bouldnor was selected as Ghost Writer of this book because of his intimate knowledge of the subject who dictated the stories as well as dictating David’s sleeping patterns. Oscar is a Superior among Superiors and feels his stories should be told for the betterment of all cat-kind. It can be used as a training manual as well as providing entertainment. Longlegs (Humans) may well find some value in knowing how to behave with Superiors in future. David is the author of the Barsetshire Diaries in which Oscar naturally plays a starring role. The books are. My Barsetshire Diary The Queen’s Envoy More Barsetshire Diary.

Tall Animal Tales for Toddlers & Up
Tall Animal Tales for Toddlers & Up

Tall Animal Tales for Toddlers & Up

A book of slightly anarchic poems for toddlers, gigglers and up!

Thanks so much to Lord David for his sense of humour and sharing his wonderful life and wit with us, thank you so much for reading, and please, like, share, comment and of course CLICK!


Hay-on-Wye, here I come!

Hello everyone. Today is Tuesday and I bring you something a little special. I don’t  know if you remember but a few months ago I told you I had left my job and I was going to be trying other things. I spent some time in Barcelona, ​​visiting my parents, I came back to England, I published a  novella ‘Family, lust and cameras‘ (never hurts to do some advertising), I set about writing my new romance novel (‘ I Love Your Cupcakes‘ if I don’t change the title), and I’ve been translating my works and those of other writers.
But I had other plans. You will remember that I have talked about Hay-on-Wye before (here’s the link to the first post, in case you didn’t see it).

Hay-on-Wye's castle
Hay-on-Wye’s castle

It is a gorgeous town in Wales where there are many nice bookshops. ‘Town of books’. In 1962 Richard Booth (you can see a picture of his gorgeous bookshop that also has a lovely coffee-shop in my previous post) came and decided to open a bookshop. Many others bookseller followed suit, and now Hay runs an international literary festival every year, which has sometimes even been exported to other countries, and has become a haven for book lovers.

The clock tower in Hay
The clock tower in Hay

I would love to run a bookstore (the thing is complicated but what worthwhile thing isn’t) and I fell in love when I visited the place. Despite how much I like books, I have never had a business and I thought the best way to learn would be to dive right in. The first time I visited there I talked to Anne (co-owner of Addyman Books, in fact she and Derek have two more bookstores, Addyman Annex and Murder and Mayhem, of which there is also a photo in the previous post) and I told her I’d like to become a bookseller and to learn the business. After thinking about it, talking to friends (hello Sumi!) and thinking about it a bit more, I decided to get in touch with Anne. We spoke, I came back to see her … and now I have been here for a couple of weeks, learning the business of second-hand bookshops and enjoying life in the paradise of books.

One of the hens
One of the hens

I hope to do a few posts explaining how things are going. Right now I’m at Annie’s (no, not the same one), with Mike, Flora the cat, Ivy the dog and four hens who are great escapists (I used to find them outside more often than in the henhouse, although now their enclose has been reinforced and it’s like Fort Knox). I have spent most of the time in the Annex, but on Friday the 13th (very appropriate) I was covering ‘Muder and Mayhem’ a fantastic store, so I leave you some pictures.

Inside of 'Murder and Mayhem' a genre bookshops with plenty of atmosphere
Inside of ‘Murder and Mayhem’ a genre bookshop with plenty of atmosphere
Props in 'Muder and Mayhem'
Props in ‘Muder and Mayhem’

Oh, and the link to Addyman Books (although the website is undergoing some work).

Thanks for reading, and if you’ve enjoyed it, like, share, comment and  CLICK! And if you’re nearby, come and say hello!


Mindulfness 2. Testing, testing

Today at Sarvodaya's Early Morning meditation
Today at Sarvodaya’s Early Morning meditation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You’ll remember a few weeks back I wrote a post about my experience during a retreat organised to teach Mindfulness to a cohort of psychiatrists. I’ll add the link at the end of the post, just in case you didn’t see it (or you want to refresh your memory. Not that I’m saying it’s the most memorable post ever written on the subject but…).

I thought that I’d probably be back to talk more about it. As I explained, to be considered a ‘practitioner’ by the College of Mindful Clinicians you had to practice mediation continuously, every day without a fault, for 90 days. So far, I haven’t failed a day. I got a message that I had reached 30 days last week. (As I review this post on the 4th I’ve gone over 40).

How am I finding it? Well, as I said in my first post, I wasn’t sure if it would be for me. I still don’t know. Some days I realise by the end of the meditation that my mind has been wondering all the time (or it feels like it), others, not so much. More recently I’ve been trying some of the guided meditation routines, as I find it easier to try and focus my mind on what the person is saying, and I’ll keep on checking. Interestingly enough, through Insight Timer I got a message of thanks this week (I think it was Tuesday) when somebody thanked me for meditating with her. It was a nice detail.

Life has ways of putting you to test. Today (27th of October, as I write posts in advance and schedule them when I can) was one of those days. I had agreed to do psychiatric assessments out of hours and somebody called me to ask me to do one. I’m going to be leaving my job in the next few months and it was the last thing I wanted to do, but didn’t think I could say no as I had offered and forgot to withdraw the offer. Who else were they going to find on a Sunday? Broadband wasn’t working, so could not let people know what I was doing. I had to go shopping in a hurry because shop would not be open when I came back. The assessment itself proved a bit problematic, but we eventually reached a resolution. In the meantime I had managed to connect via phone and been not very kind to somebody who caught me on a bad moment. I got home, tried to do something I had been working on yesterday (and spent some money on too) and realised it would not work. And then, of course, my printer run out of ink and when I went to change it, I had two cartridges that were the wrong type. I might try to return them, but have no idea where the receipt might be after all this time. Nothing major, but enough to put me in a bad frame of mind.

English: At the Omega Institute, May 2007.
English: At the Omega Institute, May 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I visited Hay-on-Wye (yes, I’ve also written a post about that too), I bought a book by Pema Chödrön, called ‘When Things Fall Apart’. Her works had been recommended at the retreat and I thought maybe this was the time to have a look. I’ve only read a few chapters but she encourages us to look at things and stay with things when they are irritating, collapsing around us, and cause us fear. Not running away from them will make us more aware of ourselves and who we are. Not necessarily happier, but I guess more us, and maybe we’ll learn to be kinder to ourselves, and with that, to others.

She mentions the story one of her teachers used to tell when asked about fear. He explained how his own teacher encouraged him to confront things that made him afraid. One day he was going with two other students to a monastery and there was a huge dog chained by the door. It was pulling at the chain and appeared intent on attacking them. Suddenly the chain broke and the dog leaped forward running towards them. The other two students froze and screamed in fear. Pema’s teacher explained that he started running towards the dog. The dog was so surprised that it turned around, its tail between its legs.

As she writes:

‘We can meet our match with a poodle or with a raging guard dog, but the interesting question is — what happens next?’

In my case, I think I need to learn to say no rather than spend my life feeling aggrieved by things that I don’t need to do. I also need to be realistic with my expectations (of other people, sure, but mostly of myself). And I need to give myself some space and take it a bit easier… And, of course, check the type of cartridges I buy. Let’s hope broadband will be back once the storm is over…Or I can always change providers…

Thank you for reading, and if you’ve enjoyed it or it has made you think, please comment, share, like…And you don’t even have to click today (unless you want to read my previous posts). (And update as I’m checking this before publishing it… The supermarket took the cartridges back. The broadband thing… seems to be a problem with the phone installation inside of my house, so nothing to do with the provider).

Here links to my previous posts:

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Hay-on-Wye. Un paraiso para los amantes de los libros.


Como recordaréis he estado pensando en librerías recientemente, escribí un post preguntándole a la gente cómo sería su librería ideal. No contenta con eso, decidí preguntar a uno de los grupos en Goodreads (grupo UK , gracias a todos) cómo sería su librería ideal. Además de fantásticas sugerencias e ideas, también me aconsejaron que visitase Hay- on- Wye. Hace tiempo que estaba en mi lista y con mi amiga Sumi llevamos hablando de visitar su festival literario durante varios años, pero nunca hemos conseguido que nuestros horarios coincidieran (o sólo lo recordábamos demasiado tarde, ya que se reserva con mucha antelación, parece que de un año para otro) . No me hizo falta mucho para convencerme y finalmente reservé un fin de semana en Hay.
Y os puedo decir que tenían toda la razón. Incluso si no os gustan los libros os gustará Hay-on-Way.  Justo al cruzar la frontera al sur de Gales, es una hermosa población, con un antiguo mercado, unas tiendas fabulosas ( evidentemente, más de 40 librerías, pero también tiendas de ropa, artesanías, comidas típicas … ) , excelentes bares y restaurantes … Incluso el cine es fabuloso, con paredes de piedra y los asientos más cómodos que he encontrado en un cine hace tiempo ( y tiene bar … en caso que eso os anime aún más.).
Por supuesto, el tiempo no acompañó mucho, pero estamos en octubre y  en Gales , así que… no hay que quejarse y no hizo demasiado frío.
Me encantó. Los cobertizos /librerías, las librerías pequeñas, las que son un corredor (en un pasadizo entre dos casas tienes libros en estanterias a ambos lados), las temáticas , las hermosas como una iglesia, la de libros Penguin, la rosa…

Y yo estuve hablando con una de las propietarias de las Librerías Addyman (tienen 3 , entre ellas una dedicada a novelas de crimen : “Murder and Mayhem “, la primera foto del post ), que fue muy amable , alentadora, me contó cómo había cambiado el negocio, cómo ahora tienes estar en el internet , cómo después de 30 años en el negocio la Biblioteca del Congreso de EE.UU. les había hecho un pedido, me dijo que es un trabajo duro, pero si realmente os encanta y tenéis ideas … Ella me dijo que todos los escritores querían montar librerías y todos los propietarios de librerías querían ser escritores , y me contó que ellos siempre estaban buscando gente entusiasta e inteligente que puede planear eventos, etc y sí , que obtener experiencia práctica sería bueno en su opinión.
En caso de que todavía no os hayáis dado cuenta, sí, yo soy una de esas escritoras a las que le gustaría ser dueña de una librería. En estos momentos estoy acumulando ideas y explorando. Ya veremos.
Comparto algunas de las fotos que hice con vosotros. Y habrán más…
Gracias por leer, y si os ha gustado, por favor dadle al me gusta, comentad y compartid!

( Ah, y gracias a los dueños de Rothbury B & B por su hospitalidad . Preciosa casa y ¡nunca antes me había bañado en una bañera con pies !)

Y aquí el enlace a mi post anterior sobre librerías:


Hay-on-Wye. A paradise for booklovers


As you will remember I have been thinking about bookshops recently and I wrote a post asking people what their ideal bookshop would be like. Not happy with that, I decided to ask one of the groups in Goodreads (UK group, thanks all) what would their ideal bookshop be like. Apart from fantastic thoughts and ideas, they also told me I had to visit Hay-on-Wye. Hay had been on my list for a long time and with my friend Sumi we had been talking about visiting their literary festival for several years, but we’ve never managed to make our schedules work (or only remembered far too late, as it books in advance, year on year it seems). I didn’t need much convincing and finally booked myself in for a weekend in Hay.

And I can tell you, they were right. Even if you don’t like books, you’d still like Hay. Just over the border in South Wales, it is a beautiful town, with an old market, great shops (evidently over 40 bookshops, but also clothes, crafts, local foods…), great pubs and restaurants…Even the cinema is fabulous, with stone walls and the most comfortable seats I’ve tried in a cinema for ages (and it has a bar…in case that makes a difference).

Granted, the weather wasn’t too great, but it’s October and Wales, so…not too cold either.

I can’t tell you how much I loved it. The sheds/like bookshops, the little ones, the ones like corridors, the thematic ones, the gorgeous/temple like ones, the Penguin one, the pink one…

And I was talking to one of the owners of the Addyman Books shops (they have 3, including one dedicated to crime: ‘Murder and Mayhem’,  the first picture in the post) who was really welcoming, encouraging, talked about how the business had changed, how now you have to be in the internet, how after 30 years in the business the US Library of Congress had ordered a book from them, how it is hard work but if you really love it and have ideas…She told me that all writers wanted to own bookshops and all bookshop owners wanted to be writers, and told me that they were always looking for enthusiastic and intelligent people who could plan events, etc. And yes, getting hands on experience would be good in her opinion.


In case you haven’t worked it out yet, I’m one of those writers who’d like to own a bookshop. At the moment collecting ideas, we shall see.

I share a few of the pictures I took with you. They will probably keep coming…


Thanks for reading, and if you have enjoyed it, please, like, comment, and share!

(Oh, and thanks to the owners of the Rothbury B&B for their hospitality. Lovely house and I’d never before tried a bath with feet!)

Link to my previous post on bookshops:

Guest author post



Today, Friday, I bring you something a bit special. Yes, I have a guest author, but he’s coming to talk to us about his new release. I’m sure you remember Simon Okill and his novel Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe. I’m sure you do. Who wouldn’t? Here, he’s been kind enough to come and visit us again with his new novel, Luna Sanguis. And that’s quite a different offering. Have a look and show it some love!

Luna Sanguis


Paris 1925. A young woman is nearing her Eternal Vampire state as her birthday approaches. She is held captive by the hybrid vampire she created and slowly drained of her pure blood to keep his addiction in check. She outwits him and escapes to a chateau in the hope of reaching maturity. But he follows her unmistakable scent and massacres all that dare protect his supply of Eternal blood.
She awakens in a tiny room trapped and defenceless with amnesia, but something deep in her subconscious yearns to be set free by the next full moon – the date of her Eternal Birthday.
Her true self, Eternal, emerges in brief flashes of awareness to protect her from the horrors of this terrifying prison. Desperate, she forges an alliance with her true love, a gorgeous young doctor treating her.
But her nemesis is out there somewhere, relishing the hunt for her blood – and nothing will stop him from becoming Eternal.

Author Simon Okill

simon okill


I live with my wife, Shirlee Anne in a pretty coastal town in South Wales, UK. We both love Stephen King and had read many of his books and enjoyed their transition to the screen. Due to our love of books, my wife and I dabbled in writing for some years as a hobby. We were approached by a film company to write a paranormal TV series. We struggled most nights and all through weekends to come up with 22 episodes only for the company to go bust. Then after an accident at work, I was forced into early retirement due to disability. I used my newfound skills as a writer to help with my depression. We decided to use our TV series episodes as templates for film scripts and novels. My writing became more serious as certain A-list actors expressed interest in my scripts and my debut novel Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe was accepted by Christopher Matthews Publishing after so many British publishers turned it down.

Bigfoot Episode 2 – it’s a secret!

Luna Aeturnus is the sequel to Luna Sanguis and will be ready for release September. All will be explained.

SS-steppenwolf is a supernatural retelling of WWII involving the Occult Warfare department run by Himmler. Think Indiana Jones searching for a werewolf.


‘Flip Side’ is one of my most exciting screenplays to date with its unusual slant on a supernatural gangster story that encompasses music and dynamic dance sequences to portray the action. The script has been optioned by Tasha Bertram of Brodie Films and Stuart St Paul has come on board to direct and co produce this fascinating piece of work.

Nightmare Circus is a supernatural revenge mystery script set in the Australian outback.

‘Dark House’ is set in Massachusetts, US, where a lonely female artist must overcome her agoraphobia to escape from three kidnappers holed up in a house haunted by a witch finder’s hanging tree.

‘Circus of Blood’ is a horror script set in Rome AD79 where two citizens go on a dangerous quest to kill a brutal serial killer. Their adventures end in Pompeii.

‘Hunter’s Moon’ is a contemporary supernatural western script set on Bodmin Moor, Cornwall.

The Last Warlord is set during WWII and tells of Major Stewart of MI6 who must find the Nazi’s secret Atlantis base in Antarctica or the entire world will be doomed


Luna Sanguis is set in Paris and the French countryside June 1925.

Delicate Rose is a young woman nearing her Eternal Vampire state as her 19th birthday approaches. She was born on June 6th, 1906 at precisely 6am during the zenith of the Eternal Moon. And in 4 days time the Eternal Moon shall shine once more to bring forth Eternal, a vampire so powerful, nothing can stop her. But, she is held captive by the brutal hybrid vampire, Lucien. He is a Suckling due to his heightened addiction to an Eternal’s blood and only by taking all her blood after the eternal making will he be set free.

All his young life Lucien has enjoyed inflicting pain on his Delicate Rose. It’s his way of showing his twisted love for her. He really can’t help himself for on the night he read his vampire’s bible – Dracula, Lucien became possessed by the devious demon, The Count, hiding amongst the book’s pages. And The Count needs to become Eternal so he may cause chaos and destruction.

With just 36 hours to go, Delicate Rose escapes her garret prison in Paris. Now the blood hunt is on. Count Lucien and his two other Suckling Vampires track down her unmistakeable scent, but each time she escapes with the help of a stranger who will become her true love.

The Count leaves a trail of corpses as his rage boils over. Where is his Delicate Rose? Having slaughtered all her friends at a chateau, his former home of all places, Lucien is left confused. He can no longer sense her fear. She has vanished.

Eternal wakes up in a tiny prison-style room with no name, no memory at all. Something stirs in her subconscious. Something otherworldly yearns to be set free by the next full moon – the date of her Eternal Birthday, just 24 hours away. Can she survive long enough for the final transformation? Her only hope is Edouard, her designated true love and psychiatrist treating her. But the more memories that surface the stronger Eternal becomes and yet she must depend on her true love for her very existence for out there somewhere, He is relishing the hunt for her blood – and nothing will stop him from becoming Eternal.


The Evil Count Lucien and Eternal:

Lucien approached with his sword, smiling as she backed away in fear. Her eyes widened as he slashed his forearm with the blade and offered his blood to her.

“Come on … this is what you’ve been waiting for.”

The effect of his blood was immediate. Even Lucien jumped with shock as she pounced and sucked on the wound with wild abandon. She sighed and moaned as she drank her first human blood. Lucien’s eyes rolled up in their sockets as he felt the tingle of an orgasm. The dark music he had grown to love was so sweet, so mesmerising, he felt at home. He had finally allowed her to fulfil her birthright and it was wonderful. It was better than sex.

Eternal’s True-Love:

Edouard was transfixed by her large lustrous eyes of burnt umber. It was a colour that radiated an allure both enticing and at the same time something dark and foreboding. He gasped, as the feeble light cascading from the window caused her eyes to change colour to pitch-black, like a cat as it sensed the kill.

Edouard shuddered as she spoke to him with her mind – “we are eternal, my true love.” His mind went numb with shock at hearing that word from his dreams. He began to tremble with excitement.

“I am for you,” he whispered, barely able to breathe.

The Vampire Sucklings:

Over the next few weeks Claudette had become insatiable for blood and sex, the two usually going together like strawberries and cream. Jacques couldn’t risk any more exsanguinations at the rampant hands of Claudette or he’d end up at the morgue. He showed her how to entice the wandering adventurers who clambered for action at the city’s roughest areas and spike their drinks with the voodoo white stolen from a Bokor who had the misfortune to cross Jacques’ path. When they had enough, both booked passage to Marseilles. The only luggage was Jacques’ duffle bag containing his voodoo white – Forbidden Kiss.

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