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Mar 31, 2013

Are we in a town near you? TV/Radio & Book Signing Event Dates for ‘White Lilies’ UK Tour 6th April – 6th May 2013

 
Book signings/ Radio interviews/ TV interview/Talks  - Times & Dates as they  are confirmed – Updated here!
 
Paperback/ ebook/Audio books  are available from our publishers http://www.caffeine-nights.com/paperbackaudiobook-store.htmls as well as Amazon.co.uk & Amazon.com http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deadly-Focus-D-I-Dylan-Bridgestock/dp/1907565086 & all good book & e book outlets.
 
6th April 2013 – Launch of ‘White Lilies’ – Waterstones Newport - 11.00hrs x 13.00hrs
 
9th April 2013 – Shanklin Methodist Church – Talk – ‘From Crime Fact to Crime Fiction’ – Talk Start 19.00hrs
 
19th April 2013 – Isle of Arts Festival - Evening with – ‘Life in Crime Fiction’ with Hampshire Police CSI Team input http://artsisle.org/events/16-life-in-crime-fiction Start 20.00hrs
 
26th April 2013 – After dinner talk at the Conservative Ladies Luncheon ‘Crime Pays’ Start 12.00hrs
 
27th April 2013 - County Press Offices, Newport, Isle of Wight - Book signing   10.00 x 12.00hrs
 
Book signing tour of the north begins 28th April 2013
 
 
Monday 29th April – Speaking to the children at St Joseph’s School Brighouse – Taking with us the ‘Nosey Pacas’ – Peter Paca and the Mystery of the Missing Scarecrow! http://thenoseypacas.com/index.php/the-shop/10-stationary-books/67-peter-paca-kids-book!
 
Judging the writing and drawing competiton and presenting prizes!
 
Tuesday 30th April – BBC Radio Leeds 10.40 – The Wes Butters Show
Waterstones – Albion Street – Leeds – 11.30 x 13.30hrs
 
Calendar ITV 1
You can see our last interview here – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNx2wUf1-W4 - 4 mins
 
Wed 1st May
Waterstones – Wakefield ‘The Ridings Centre’ Start 11.00hrs x 14.00 hrs
BCB Bradford Radio – 16.30 hrs http://www.bcbradio.co.uk/
 
Thurs – 2nd May
WH Smith – Halifax – 11.00 x 14.30 hrs
Phoenix Radio – 15.00 hrs http://www.phoenixfm.co.uk/
 
Friday – 3rd May
Waterstones – Bradford – Woolshops 11.00 hrs x 14.00 hrs
 
Saturday – 4th May
Waterstones – Huddersfield – Kingsgate 13.00 x 15.00hrs
 
Monday – 6th May
Waterstones – Stratford Upon Avon – 11.00 x 13.00hrs
 
 

WHITE LILIES

White Lilies is the third novel in the RC BRIDGESTOCK DI JACK DYLAN SERIES in which Bob brings unique insight and experience from how real life cases are conducted into page turning gripping fiction, aided by his wife Carol, who also worked for the police. This combination adds authenticity rarely seen in British crime fiction, coupled with warmth, humour and humanity.

DI Jack Dylan’s promise to Jen is to spend more time at home in this latest novel; after all she is expecting their first child. However ‘the job,’ as in reality, takes over. Two fatal road accidents, an elderly lady found battered to death, two girls brutally attacked, a chief suspect found dead, a life threatening hostage negotiation and a stabbing all happen as a newly promoted attractive Sergeant is added to the mix, which is truly genuine in voice and substance. Whilst Dylan is confronted by a madman, Jen goes into labour alone only to find herself in hospital with her arch enemy at her side and the question is will Dylan make it to the birth in time and secure justice for the victims of the crimes? 

 
Available Now!
 

ISBN: 978-1-907565-33-5

eBook: 978-1-907565

 

 
Consequences
 

Consequences is the second in the DI DYLAN SERIES although all books stand alone. It is a pacy thriller seen through the eyes of detective hero, Jack Dylan, who lets the job take over his life leaving his girlfriend behind with no one to support her when she thinks she has cancer. With so much already on his plate can Dylan save his relationship with the one person who keeps him grounded and sane, and even if he can is it already too late?

Detective Inspector Jack Dylan’s list of things to do is getting out of control. He has two unconnected murders to solve. One victim is a small child and the other a young woman; plus a missing detective to find. Long hours are part of the job, but does he have the time to figure out the pieces to the crime jigsaws, and save his relationship?

The young woman’s unidentifiable body is found in dramatic circumstances. A harrowing murder of a small child adds to Dylan’s workload plus a detective sergeant who it seems has lost his focus in life.

With the pressure mounting, Dylan has to solve the murder of Liz, a young woman found burned alive in a public park. He also has to find out where half a million pounds of the young woman’s money has gone and how his missing sergeant may be involved in the whole sorry mess. Usually the search for the murderer begins with the immediate family but the dead woman’s husband is in prison. CONSEQUENCES shows the steps the detectives must take to find the answer to the question – who killed Liz?

Available now.

 ISBN: 978-1-907565-16-8

eBook: 978-1-907565-17-5

 

 

 
Deadly Focus 
 
 

DEADLY FOCUS is the first in the DI DYLAN SERIES in which Bob brings unique insight and experience from how real life cases are conducted into page turning gripping fiction, aided by his wife Carol, who also worked for the police. This combination adds authenticity rarely seen in British crime fiction, coupled with warmth, humour and humanity.

Be prepared to experience the sense of emotion, tension and intrigue through the eyes of a man who has taken charge of many real life murder enquiries and his co-author wife, to make this fictional tale believable in every way.

Deadly Focus is a fast moving, gripping thriller in which the reader travels with DI Jack Dylan throughout his enquiries, living and breathing the pursuit of the sadistic murderer, through his eyes. A schoolgirl vanishes; everyone becomes a suspect. Murder is chilling and full of mystery; nobody’s child is safe. It is the ultimate and relentless test for the man in charge of the enquiry and his team but the killer is one step ahead and another body is found.

Will it prove too much as both Dylan’s health and private life begins to suffer? DI Dylan is under the microscope and struggles to find a balance between his passion for his job and his love for his partner Jen. Will he be able to maintain the impetus to bring the perpetrator to justice and secure justice for the victims’ families?

N.B – All books in the series also stand alone.

Deadly Focus is also availabe in audio book. The enhanced and unabridged MP3 version is available to download from various online stores soon and to buy direct from Caffeine Nights website as well as various branches of Waterstones. Become immersed in the world of D.I. Dylan with a stunning reading by Paul Ansdell that is a Caffeine Nights and Electric Breeze Audio production.

 

ISBN-10: 1907565086

ISBN-13: 978-1907565083

Audio Book – ISBN – 9781907565304

Listen to Chapter 2 which is Chapter 1 of ‘Deadly Focus’ FREE https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/book-plugs/id438892483

 

 

Life Coach Maggie Currie – ‘Life Happens’ and when it does here’s how to cope! – Don’t Move – Improve the home you have!

 

 

Maggie Currie

‘Life Happens’

And when it does, here’s help on how to cope!

Don’t move  – Improve the one you have!

 

House moving may be a good idea, but are you really looking forward to moving to a new house with all those hidden costs, solicitors’ fees, removal expenses etc., and all the other niggly things involved? 

Will you need to replace the carpets, curtains, tiles, wallpaper, bathroom fittings – will your cat like your new garden, will your dog like the next door neighbour?

Moving house can bring up all sorts of issues! A chance to get rid of the clutter and excess possessions, and, of course, the emotional issues associated with those things.

But why do you have to move to clear your clutter?

Before you make the decision to move, why not set aside a long weekend, say Thursday to Monday to focus on clearing your clutter and excess possessions, but stay in the property you are living in. 

Don’t go to work, don’t answer emails.  Pretend you are on holiday for those five days and really get stuck into it.  If it hasn’t been used for a year or more, get rid of it. If you just don’t like it any more, get rid of it.  By getting rid of the clutter and the excess possessions you will you have more room, and you will save yourself a lot of money and heartache.

No waiting for estate agents to get their finger out, no waiting for the solicitors to complete the sale.  No waiting around for removal lorries.  No heaving of huge pieces of furniture up and down narrow staircases. You could even make some money selling some of your excess possessions at boot sales or on auction sites. 

Use that money to make some minor changes to your home, perhaps a new rug or lampshade.  You could even have a ‘not moving’ party.

Re-arrange the rooms and the furniture to how you would really like it to be.  Why be ‘conventional’? If your view from the upstairs is much better than the view from the downstairs, relocate your living room to upstairs and make the most of the vista.

Use your heart as the decision maker, it doesn’t matter if it’s still useful or serviceable, if it doesn’t make your heart sing, get rid of it. Listen to your heart. What in your life truly makes your heart sing? How much space are you really giving to these ‘things’?

 

 

 

 

Something different for Carol’s ‘Close Up’ – ‘The London Boys’ by Maggie Jones

Maggie Jones has always written. She is the Chair of the Wight Fair Writers Circle. Maggie is well known for her short stories that have recently been published by http://alfiedog.com/ in fact she was one of their Best Selling Short Story Authors for February 2013!

Maggie has also wrote a couple of novels – her latest and favourite is called ‘The London Boys’. Here is the blurb and the first chapter… Why not let Maggie know what you think of her latest project for she would love to hear from you!

You can e mail Maggie Jones direct @ maggiej64@hotmail.co.uk

Good luck Maggie with ‘The London Boys’!

Carol x

Blurb for ‘The London Boys’ – Maggie Jones

Life in London’s East end in 1911 for the London brothers is tough. 

Ten year old Jimmy’s teacher, ‘Hard as nails Harwood,’ seems to delight in caning him for no reason.  And older brothers, eighteen year old Artie and sixteen year old George have to learn to cope with their dad Arthur, who’s an abusive, alcoholic, often taking his temper out on his long suffering wife Gladys.  When they come home and find he has beaten her within an inch of her life, they take matters into their own hands. 

 

That same evening, they pay a visit to teacher Peter Harwood’s house and are shocked to discover he’s preparing to take a bath with his headmaster’s young daughter, Eliza!

 

They blackmail him; agreeing to keep quiet, if he helps Jimmy gain a scholarship into grammar school.  Jimmy’s a wiz with numbers.  Harwood reluctantly agrees. 

 

Jimmy does exceptionally, gaining a place at the prestigious Spencer Hall, an all boys’ grammar school in Derbyshire.  Gladys can’t afford it, so again, Artie and George blackmail Harwood, who begrudgingly agrees to pay for Jimmy’s whole education.

 

Follow the boys’ trials and tribulations as their lives change dramatically, over a course of events, which they could never have predicted.

First Chapter of  ’The London Boys’ – Maggie Jones 

The London Boys

 Chapter 1

 London May 1911

 Jimmy London’s life was shite.  Everyone had heard of the London’s, especially his dad Arthur, who was a complete and utter bastard.  Most days he was blind drunk, and he’d be abusive to any and every one around him.  Although, it was nearly always his family who seemed to bear the brunt of it, especially when his temper got the better of him, which it frequently did.  And then it scared Jimmy and his siblings witless.  Here was a man not to be reckoned with when he was like that.  He was someone who could and would be very handy with his fists.

 

          Jimmy, was his third son, and along with his brothers and sisters, soon came to know what sort of mood their dad was in at a very early age, and also when to keep their distance.  Arthur Jr (Artie) was the eldest at eighteen, next came George, sixteen.  There had been two other children born after them, but they’d died in infancy.  Then it was Jimmy, next was Ethel nine, Agnes seven, and finally followed by the twins Freddie and Mickey five.

 

          Keeping out of their dad’s way, kept them from many a sound beating.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t always the case for Gladys, their mum.  Over the years she’d been given the odd slap and occasional punch, but more recently the slaps and punches were becoming severer.  Arthur was continually losing his rag with her for no reason.

 

Recently Jimmy celebrated his tenth birthday, but there wasn’t anything in the way of a celebration.  His mum had tried hard to save a few pennies, but Arthur soon found her hiding place and boozed that away down the pub.  At every opportunity, he was out drinking.  He didn’t need an excuse; he’d rather be in his local pub, The Swan than working, or bothering to look for any jobs.  He was out of employment more times than he was in it.

 

Not having any money for drink wasn’t a problem either. Arthur spent any money he’d earned, or took by threatening his sons, until they gave in and gave him some.  He regularly took money meant for food, and if he didn’t have any money, then he had an understanding with Fred the landlord that he would let him have a slate.  Arthur would drink in his pub, and get his drinks for free, if Fred knew what was good for him! 

 

Normally Fred wouldn’t have let anyone have a slate as times were hard, but he’d seen Arthur fly off the handle at the least thing.  His temper was legendary and so was his fighting.  Fred had seen him fight in the past, and he was one dirty fighter, someone that he didn’t want to get on the wrong side of ever.  So it was with some reluctance that to keep Arthur sweet and off his back he let him have one.

 

          From the moment the pub doors opened, Arthur had been in there, and hadn’t gone home when Fred rung the bell announcing he was shutting, just after the lunchtime shift had finished.  Arthur preferred to sit there and take his time with his last pint, before the pub re-opened again, just a couple of hours later.

 

          Fred knew better than to say anything, it was best for him to keep his mouth shut about him just sitting there.  At the end of the day, as long as he wasn’t causing him any trouble, Arthur could stay put, he surmised.  And Arthur thought it was better staying put, rather than out looking for another job, especially when he knew there wasn’t one to be had.  Well not for him!  He’d tried his luck with most places in the past, but because of his temper, most of his employers were glad to see the back of him after just a couple of days.

 

          But on this occasion, Rosie, Fred’s wife had had enough with Arthur and his threats about getting his pints put on a never ending slate or else?  And she was fed up with it and him.

 

          ‘I’ve just about had enough of that bloody Arthur London.’  Rosie snapped at Fred as soon as they were out the back in the kitchen after locking the bar door.

 

          ‘Hush up now love or he’ll hear you?’  Fred said trying to keep his wife quiet, afraid that if Arthur heard her, he would indeed have a go at him about not being able to keep his wife in her place.

 

          ‘I don’t care if he hears me or not.’  She raged.  ‘Enough is enough Fred.  You’ve got to talk to him and tell him he can’t stay here when we close after lunch, and more importantly talk to him about that slate of his.’ 

 

          Fred gulped hard.  He knew his Rosie was right, but he hated confrontation, especially with someone like Arthur London. 

 

          ‘If you don’t say something to him Fred, I swear I will.’  She glared defiantly at him.

 

          Rosie had him over a barrel, as he knew just how much Arthur would go on at him, about the money that was owed?  It would be almost as if it were Fred’s fault that Arthur had been allowed to have a slate, which in a way it was.  But Fred knew better than to say no to Arthur when he wanted something. 

 

Rosie kept on at him until she’d worn him down.  In the end to pacify her, he promised faithfully he would tackle Arthur about his slate when they opened again for the evening.  Rosie huffed at her husband; she supposed that would have to do.  But if Fred thought she was going to forget about it, then he had another thought coming.

 

          And as soon as they’d opened, Rosie was true to her word, and kept on urging him to go over and sort it out.

 

          ‘Go on Fred, go and say something to him while we’re quiet.’

 

          ‘I will love, just give me time?’

 

          ‘I’ve given you plenty of time Fred.’  She snapped and wouldn’t let it rest.  She kept on giving him the evil eye, until he’d finally had enough of it and bravely walked over to where Arthur was.

 

          ‘Arthur……’  Fred gulped, before taking a deep breath.  ‘I wouldn’t normally trouble you, but you see it’s about the money you owe me…..’  He stopped talking for a second, seeing a sudden glare flare up in Arthur’s eyes.  He knew he was asking for trouble, but he had a point to make, as Rosie kept on telling him so.

 

          ‘That slate you’ve got, well I was wondering … when you were going to pay me for it?’  He said as his words all came out in a rush.  His face flushed a vivid shade of red, almost matching the fancy bow tie he always wore.  For a big man, Fred was really a gentle giant.  He wasn’t hard at all and Arthur knew and used it to his advantage.

 

          ‘Look ere Fred, you’ll get your money when I’m good and ready to give it to yer and not before.  Now yer get me another pint and be quick about it.’  He shouted as Fred quickly nodded at him. 

 

Well he’d done what his Rosie had kept on at him to do, which was to speak to Arthur about his slate.  She hadn’t specified that he had to actually have the money from him!

 

          That was all he wanted, Fred after the money he owed.  Arthur thought watching Fred scurry back to the bar.  Well if Fred knew that Arthur had been laid off again with no possibility of getting another job, then he should have been worried.  But, as Arthur played his cards close to his chest, then that would be the last thing he or anyone else would know about for a very long time.

 

          Arthur looked up as Fred brought him his pint.  As it was placed down on the table, he licked his lips and grasped it in one hand.  Pulling it up to his mouth he downed it in one swift go, belching loudly afterwards.

 

          ‘If yer know what’s good for yer, you’ll keep em coming Fred.’  He said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  Fred just nodded as again he went back to the bar.  As Arthur looked at Fred’s retreating back, he smirked to himself.

When Fred got back to the bar, he smirked.  Arthur might think he was getting beer for free, which he was, but little did he know that all he was getting was the slops.  There was no way he was going to waste his good beer on someone like him.  He looked over at Arthur and smiled towards him as he lifted up the pint glass.

 

          After getting another six free pints from Fred, Arthur finally staggered out of the pub and made his way home.  Since being there for most of the day, it was still relatively early in the evening.  But, the only thing he wanted when he walked indoors was his bed, and not for Gladys to start on at him asking for money for food he didn’t have.  He didn’t want anything to eat, and as far as he was concerned, if he didn’t want it, then that meant that no-one else was going to have it either.

 

          ‘Have yer got a couple of bob for me to give Ethel to send her to the corner shop to get some bread and cheese?’  Gladys asked the minute he set foot in the kitchen.

 

          ‘No I’ve got none.  Don’t yer think if I had any, I’d be at the pub instead of back here with yer?’  He sneered at her.

 

          Arthur after drinking himself into a stupor had been thinking about work, or rather the lack of it.  He knew that finding another job would be near impossible, especially for him.  And if Fred was after the money he owed him, then that meant the others would be after theirs too.  But, more importantly for him, it meant he couldn’t rely on getting anymore free beer from Fred now.  He knew Rosie, Fred’s miserable cow of a wife wouldn’t stand for it.  Especially, as his slate had risen considerably in the last couple of months.   

 

He was brought back to the present by Gladys.

 

          ‘But the kids, they ain’t had any tea?  Yer promised me yer were gonna get paid today and that you’d give me some.’

 

          ‘I’ll give yer some fink in a minute.’  He roared as he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and slapped her hard across the face.  ‘When will yer ever learn, that when I say no woman, I mean NO.

 

          Sadly for Gladys, because Arthur was only thinking of himself yet again, his temper quickly rose.  The girls and the twins had been in the kitchen with their mother when Arthur had come stumbling in.  They were frightened of him and had moved to the corner, out of his way.  Seeing him grab their mum so viciously was enough for Ethel to round them up and send them all scurrying out into the night to look for help.

 

          Ethel took her sister and the twins along the cobbled streets looking for her older brothers.  Jimmy had gone out earlier on to play with his friends, before going to meet Artie and George from work.  By now she knew that they would be well on their way home.

 

          The twins and Agnes were in tears.  Ethel felt teary too, but knew she couldn’t show it in front of them.  She felt for them she had to be strong.  They all hated their dad with a deep passion for what he did to them and their mum.  She was such a kind and gentle loving woman, and had never laid a finger on any of them.  She didn’t have to; they knew she meant what she said without resorting to violence, unlike their dad.  And why he thought she deserved the beatings he dished out to her, none of them knew.

 

          Suddenly Ethel saw her brothers and started shouting out and waving her arms in the air.

 

          ‘Artie, George, Jimmy, come quick.  Our dad’s beating mum black and blue again.’

 

          At that the boys looked briefly at each other, before suddenly running up the road past Ethel and the young ‘uns, turning the corner and going as fast as they could up the street, before rushing indoors.  They were just in time to see their dad punch their mum in the face, swiftly followed by him kicking her hard in the stomach with his great hob nail boots.

 

          Gladys had been beaten to almost within an inch of her life; it was only the quick thinking of the boys that saved her that night.  Artie, George and Jimmy somehow managed to pull him off of her.

 

          ‘Leave her be dad.  You’ve half killed her, yer bloody bastard.’  Artie said grabbing him roughly from behind and holding tightly onto him with George helping, as Jimmy gently tried to help his mother to her feet.

 

          ‘Mum…mum, can yer hear me?  Can yer manage to stand if I help yer?’  Jimmy said speaking quietly to her.

 

          He had tears, but blinked them away.  If his dad saw them, he knew he would make some kind of reference about him being a baby, a big cry baby.  He hated his dad with a passion, and longed for the day when he got his.  If he had his way, then that day wouldn’t be too far away.

Gladys couldn’t answer, her mouth was filled with blood, and she could hardly see.  Both of her eyes were almost closed, but somehow she managed to lift her head and look at him, before slowly nodding.  This was something no child should ever have to see, she sadly thought.  Her children had seen her beaten more than enough in their short life time.  Where had that loving man gone?  Arthur had been so very different when they’d first met and married.

 

          She tried to smile at her son, but couldn’t.  There was nowhere on her body that didn’t hurt, but she didn’t want to worry him any more than necessary.  So she tried to mask the pain from him.  Thank god the little ‘uns were still outside; they knew to keep out of their dad’s way when he was like that.

 

          ‘Ere mum, try and sit down.’  Jimmy said as he helped guide her towards a chair.  He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket.  She spat into the cloth and saw that lying there was yet another tooth.  The amount of teeth she’d lost due to beatings from Arthur was all ‘par for the course’ now.

          ‘Gerr off me!’  Arthur suddenly growled, as he struggled to force himself free of the boys.  But they held firm.  Many a time in the past when they thought he had calmed down, he’d suddenly hit out catching them unawares.  And then he’d punched them wherever his fists could find a target.

 

          ‘We’ll only let yer go when we’ve got yer outside and not before.’  Artie said through gritted teeth, as he and George bundled their dad back out into the street again.

 

          The younger children had followed them home and were waiting there.  Seeing their dad struggling to break free from their brothers scared them witless.  They’d all seen him lose his temper in the past, and they knew exactly what he’d done to their mum and what he’d do to them and their brothers given half a chance.  George looked at their anxious faces.  He knew just how afraid they really were.

‘It’s alright; don’t worry, we won’t let go of him until you’re all back indoors.  Go on in and lock the door behind yer.  Artie and me will knock when we want to come back in.’ He said forcing himself to smile at them. 

 

He knew they wouldn’t be shocked at the sight of their mum; unfortunately it wasn’t anything new to them.  They were so used to the sight of her when she’d been beaten, but just lately it seemed to have become almost an everyday occurrence.

 

          Well, as far as George was concerned, this was the last time that their dad was going to do this to her or any of them ever again.  If he and Artie didn’t do something, then the next time…… he shuddered to himself shaking his head.  It just didn’t bear thinking about.

 

          The four little ones did as they were told.  They went back inside and shut the door behind them.  The boys heard the bolt being drawn across the wooden door with a resounding thud, as it was slid into place and locked.  George looked at Artie.  The look that passed between them said it all. 

 

          ‘Stop struggling dad, we’ll let you go when you’ve calmed down and not before.’  Artie said as he and George dragged him further down the street and out of sight of prying eyes. 

 

Old Mrs Hobson was looking out of her window at them as they went by; she shook her head.  She’d heard the sound of the beating through the paper thin walls.  That Arthur London was a bad one alright.  George nodded at her as they went past and she nodded back, before pulling the drapes across her window.

 

          Both boys were their father’s sons, inheriting their height, dark chestnut hair colouring and ruddy complexion from him.  But, neither had inherited his temper.  George at sixteen looked a lot younger than his age with his baby face, although he and Artie were just over six foot tall and now towered way above Arthur.  Where once, he had been a fine figure of a man, standing tall, proud and strong at six foot two, now he’d become a shadow of his former self. 

 

          With his panache for drink, he now supported a great beer belly, hardly washing and wearing the same clothes day in and day out.  He was a complete and utter slovenly mess.  He hunched over whenever he walked.  He still had bulging biceps, but they were nowhere near as muscular and toned as they used to be. 

          When the boys were growing up, he’d often boxed bare knuckle with them or had them boxing against one another.  He wanted his sons to be men’s men.  So now they too had bulging biceps, which was just as well, as they were able to hold tightly onto him as he continued to struggle as they carried on pulling him along the streets.

 

          Eventually they dragged him to an old disused building.  When they got to the door, George kicked it open.  Arthur looked from the door to the boys.  What did they think they were going to do to him?  He could easily take them; he thought they were no match for him and said as much too.

‘When you let me go, I’m gonna give yer both the hiding of your lives.’  He slurred as he spat on the floor in disgust.

 

          ‘No dad, that’s where you’re wrong, you’re never gonna hit any of us ever again.’  George said as he suddenly let go of him and quickly bent down and picked up an iron bar that had been hidden from view.

 

 

 

 

Mar 30, 2013

Carol’s ‘Close Up’ today with Author Julia Hughes!

 

Carol’s ‘Close Up’

Carol Bridgestock

I am thrilled today to be having a chat with Author Julia Hughes. Her latest book I am pleased to say is aimed at young adult readers. ‘The Griffin Cryer’ is her first title in this market. Come with me and learn more about what this enormously talented lady is up to  and what the reviewers say ;-) … 

  

  Lovely to meet you Julia! Tell me what are you working on now that the ‘The Griffin Cryer’ is out?

Catching up with my sleep: we’ve just finished a major book promotion on “The Griffin Cryer” which is my first title aimed at the young adult market. We’ve had some outstanding support from the indie community, and some outstanding reviews too. I feel as though I’ve bought shares in the words “Thank you!”

I know. A lot of new authors and readers think that once the book is launched that’s it but that is when the work starts isn’t it? For if we don’t promote our work then how does anyone know about it? You’re doing a sterling job Julia – glad to have met you!

Okay, so now we’re friends share something with me that nobody else knows about Julia. ;-)  

Well – I’ve already shared (with the lovely Charlie Plunkett in her “100 Little Words on Parenthood”) that I screamed the hospital down when I was in labour with my first born – like Jen in “White Lilies” I was minutes away from a caesarean and forced to undergo an epidural. Reading Jen’s ordeal brought memories flooding back, and every woman vows ‘Never again.’ Until the next time!

Absolutely! The strange thing was when I came to writing those scenes I had actually forgotten the details (maybe as it was because it is 28yrs since I had Sammy), and had to enlist the help of two friends who were pregnant. Luckily Kate Young actually gave birth to Mattie just as I was about to  write the birth which was  great timing!

Who would you like to share a cup of coffee and a natter with?

Right now, I’d like a coffee and natter with the best-selling authors of the “DI Dylan” series. I’ve heard the book rights have just been snapped up by a major telly company, and I’d love to congratulate them in person.

Although we have sold some rights of ‘Deadly Focus’ we haven’t sold the rights to the Dylan TV series yet. ;-)  The report in the national tabloid yesterday was subbed dramatically from what Natasha Harding actually wrote about us in The Sun newspaper. We are actually working with award winning scriptwriter Sally Wainwright and a production team at Red Production Company who are presently at the cutting edge of British drama for TV, and have been for a few years . ‘Happy Valley’ is reported by the BBC to be a major drama commission for BBC 1, 2013. It’s a 6 x 60min series kidnap drama that will be filmed this year. We will have more news to share in the near future but that’s all I can say for now… ;-)

How do you relax?

R.E.L.A.X. How are you spelling that? Can’t seem to find it in the dictionary – LOL! I seem to remember I enjoy dancing, mucking out horses, and walking dogs.

Me too! We’d have a lot in common – if we had the time! :-) If you won the lottery what do you think you would spend it on?

I’d give it all away – I adore the telly programme “Secret Millionaire” the look on the faces of those people who work tirelessly to make their community a better place to live in is heart-warming. To be able to make a difference to the lives of people who make a difference to others would be worth every penny.

Ha! You’re not going to believe this but when we do talks we give the proceeds to our local hospice and we always say that if we won the lottery, once we have seen our family are okay we too would love to make a real difference to others lives…

Are you a savoury or sweets girl?

Depends.  I could be both, or neither and sometimes forget to eat. Whatever’s put in front of me really.  Given the choice, I’m one of those who choose quality over quantity every time, and would rather have a sandwich of homemade bread and good cheese than a McDonalds.

OMG this is really freaky – you are me. I’m sure we are out of the same mould!  Okay, what do you have in your handbag right now?

LOL – I don’t carry a handbag. I do have an oversized beach bag that I drop Tinker into, and then she goes into the bike basket when I’m cycling on roads. I guess you could say Tinker’s in my bag.

Mine’s not a beach bag and I don’t have a bike now but it is a big bag with everything but the kitchen sink in it. Come to think of it Belle and Vegas, our Springers would be hard pushed to fit in. What’s your earliest memory?

Riding on my dad’s shoulders as my parents walked along Hammersmith Broadway. I caught sight of his reflection in a shop window, and I can see him now wearing a hound-dog’s tooth checked suit and his “Buddy Holly” glasses. He still dresses so smartly, and I’m still metaphorically riding on my parents’ shoulders. (At my age(!))

Love it! One of my earlist memories are that of sitting on my dad’s shoulders at a Halifax Town Football match! Mum & Dad live in our house annexe now.What’s your favourite smell?

Blackcurrant. It always reminds me of country lanes after a rainfall.

The figure from history that you’d like to buy a pie and a pint?

Nell Gwenn – she seems like a girl who knew how to have a good time!

Absolutely! ;-) We’ve stayed here http://www.stately-homes.com/avington-park The house was enlarged by George Brydges to accommodate Charles II and Nell Gwynne.

What piece of wisdom you would pass onto a child?

I think most children would rather listen to fairy tales, rather than some old dear telling them never to accept any limitations.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it?

What makes you think I haven’t already committed it? :D I secretly admire people who manage to pull off betting scams, a la “Ocean’s Eleven.” In fact – I’m currently laying the finishing touches to a horse racing coup. I’m just scouting for a race track where communication is scanty. Would you guys like a piece of the action? (Best not to tell DI Dylan, though he’s a diamond geezer.)

Shh… I won’t tell Dylan. ;-)

We all have a tune that means something to us for one reason or another. What song means the most to you?

This really is a hard one to answer. I’m going for Jose Feliciano’s version of “Twilight Time”. The lyrics are beautiful, the song begins : “Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time, out of the mist your voice is calling …” It speaks to me of home, and people you adore returning from work, or school, or even a shopping trip or day’s excursion. But they’re home, and here with me again. “Together, at last at twilight time.”

A bit like the old song ‘I’ll be home for Christmas…’

What is the philosophy that underpins your world?

Toleration: if someone happens to be a little snappy or rude – it’s usually because they’re having a bad day, and I think it’s pointless to take offence. Until you’ve walked a mile in another’s shoes, you shouldn’t judge them.

 The way you want to be remembered?

I’d like to be remembered as a good mother, a loving daughter, a loyal sister, a supportive member of my community, and an inspired writer. I’ll probably be remembered as someone who was always late though.

The PLUG….

Having published four titles, including three in “The Celtic Cousins” adventures, marketing guru and fellow author Sean Campbell advised me to consider writing a novel aimed at Young Adult readers. Materially, youngsters today have more than we did, but more is expected from them, especially academically and employment wise.  I do have a huge admiration for the way youngsters cope with parents splitting up, step families, peer pressure and studying for exams. I wanted to pay tribute to the good decent living kids of today, and Sean’s advice began to germinate ideas, in particular an ordinary teenage girl with more than her fair share of problems. Walking my dogs over the fields and hills last September, I paused to admire the view from a summit, and watched in amazement as a massive cloud of vapour began to rise from the lakes behind our village, swelling and ballooning until it had blotted out the entire landscape.

“Anything could be hidden in that mist” I told myself, and there was a feeling that something truly magical was about to happen. That’s how “The Griffin Cryer” was born. 

Over the past thirty days or so, “The Griffin Cryer” has received 47 reviews in the US, and 17 reviews with a solid average of five out of five stars in the UK, as well as complimentary five star reviews from Germany, and Canada. The story line appears to have struck a chord with adults and young readers and I couldn’t be more delighted with the feedback received. The ebook is available to download for 99cents, or around 77p, for a limited time only.

Below is the synopsis for ’The Griffin Cryer’, where you can download and where you can reach Julia.

Thank you so much for our chat Julia I am so very glad that our mutual love of writing brought us together and I hope that you will stay in touch.

Hugs!

Carol x 

Synopsis for The Griffin Cryer:

It’s an easy mistake to make – instead of whistling and calling for her dog, fifteen year old Frankie accidentally summons a griffin and his rider from another world. The Rider is tall, blond and extremely rude. On the other hand, Balkind is the sweetest, most lovable griffin Frankie’s ever met, and Frankie is determined to help the Rider and his griffin find a way back to their own world.

Dealing with parallel universes, disgruntled warriors, and hungry griffins is the easier part of Frankie’s life. At school, Frankie learns friends can become enemies, teachers aren’t always right, and the boy of your dreams can be all too human. Told in approximately 53,000 words, suitable for young adults, and all those who’ve ever dreamed of riding a griffin.


You can download “The Griffin Cryer” from Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com for only 77p, or 99cents. This offer is for a limited period only, and subject to change.

 

You can catch Julia tweeting on twitter @tinksaid, or visit Julia’s site to discover more about Julia and her books: A Raucous Time; A Ripple in Time; An Explosive Time and the stand alone romantic adventure “The Bridle Path.”

It’s Thursday so it’s ‘Read’s Ramblings!’ New Authors

 

Janet Read

New Authors

So much to do with so little time

Trying to do the housework whilst writing lines on crime

Not easy having a deadline to which we need to meet

This must be what they mean when they say

‘Thinking on your feet’.

 

What started with us together with a list of things to do

 Has now become an obsession and we’ve written books 1 & 2

It’s really unbelievable how our books are doing  well

But whether we get rich and famous, only time will tell.

 

If you’ve not already read the works of an RC Bridgestock’s novel

Then let me introduce you to the pair called Bob & Carol.

Their first book Deadly Focus, a huge successful hit

The second ‘Consequences’ will have you chomping at the bit.

 

White Lilies is the third book, soon to be revealed

A book signing tour in the future, but till then keep your lips sealed.

We are sure its going to be exciting and a series is beginning to form

New Authors in the making, taking you by storm.

 

 

Carol’s ‘Close Up’ today with Author Hunter S Jones

Carol Bridgestock

 

I’m  very excited today to  be interviewing Author Hunter S. Jones who is a lifelong writer and presently resides in Midtown Atlanta. Georgia. Hunter regularly contributes articles to fashion and rock and roll publications, both in print and online. However, you will often find her writing articles for newspapers and quarterly professional publications. 

 

Great to meet you! Tell me a little about Hunter ?

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history. Currently, I have a music blog and published my debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, in 2012. I have a fascination with Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my partner, my books and a million dollar view.

What are you working on now?

My short story Magic in Memphis, the Yule story for the Moon Rose Publishing anthology A Celtic Tapestry has just completed final edits. It’s the first romantic fiction I have ever created. It is  about real people with a happily ever after ending. I am interested to see how the audience takes to it.

Share something with me that nobody else knows about you. 

I have a crush on one of my Facebook friends.

And I guess you’re not going to share with us who? ;-)

Go on then… Who would you like to share a cup of coffee and a natter with? You’re Facebook crush?

Johnny Depp, no doubt. Even though I have no idea what a natter is, I would be willing to attempt it with him.

How do you relax?

Good music and a good book, not necessarily at the same time. I also love the Caribbean and try to visit as often as possible.

If you won the lottery what would you spend it on?

Besides coffee and a natter with Johnny Depp, a year or two spent exploring Europe. Yes, that would be a great start.

Are you a savoury or sweets girl?

Def a savoury girl. I even love spicy chocolate.

Have you ever had dark chocolate and chili? That’s my favourite!

What’s your earliest memory?

Tying my shoe.

What has been your favourite year and why?

This year because we don’t know how it ends yet.

I like that… :-)

 What’s your faourite smell?

Le Baiser Du Dragon By Cartier

 What was the last thing you laughed at?

Oh my…I laugh all the time…probably this morning reading Livia Ellis’ comments on Facebook about how she was developing a new character.

What’s the best advice you’ve been given or best advice you’d give?

Hope for the best & expect the worst. Sage advice.

What’s your favourite band?

The Rolling Stones. I have had a fascination with them my entire life probably because their music gives so much respect to the deep musical heritage of the American South. And, I’ve already mentioned the impression Margaret Mitchell made on me.

Who was the most famous person you have worked with and what were they really like?

I can’t really say…let me think about this one.

The prized possession valued above all others?

I hold the key to someone’s heart and value that above all others.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend?

Same as before…I can’t really say…let me think it and get back to you.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24hrs, with no restrictions?

Now, this is really a loaded question. The day would begin with a call from Clooney in the morning, lunch with Mick in Paris then I would meet Beckham later. Of course, everyone would be taking me shopping and bringing gifts. Although, in my dreams I always end up with Mr. Depp, no matter where my mind roams.

The temptation you wish you could resist.

Lol…chocolate and red wine.

Me too…

The unending quest that drives you on?

Desire.

The poem that touches your soul?

The one emailed to me this morning.

The misapprehension about yourself that you wish you could erase?

Do these shoes make my feet look big? Does this dress make me look fat? Those, and I actually go through a huge phase of anxiety every time I publish anything.

The event that altered the course of your life/character?

The death of my brother.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it?

The only crime I would want to commit, IF I could get away with it, would be a Cartier jewellery heist. With George Clooney. Somewhere on the French Riviera….

The song that means the most to you?

The one written about me.

The happiest moment you cherish?

No doubt, the minute you realize that you are truly in love.

The saddest time that shook your world?

The loss of my brother. I will never recuperate from that.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you?

It would be great to be able to play the guitar. If I could play guitar, I would rule the world. hehe

The philosophy that underpins your world?

Do unto others. Although there are times I hope karma happens before I have to wait until another life time…

That’s Bob’s philosophy too…

The way you want to be remembered?

She lived her life.

You can find Hunter online at http://www.thehuntersjones.blogspot.com

http://pinterest.com/huntersjones/

 Moon Rose Publishing has just released their newest book, A CELTIC TAPESTRY! An anthology between eight authors, each one has taken their own twist on one of the Celtic festivals of the year. From sunny spring to chilly winter, everyone’s favourite season is given a fresh and enticing take in this wonderful collection. To celebrate, Moon Rose Publishing is also hosting a fabulous giveaway as part of the release!

 

 

Blurb

The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc.

Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create A Celtic Tapestry.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Poetry Spot! ‘Read’s Ramblings’ A New Adventure!

 

Janet Read

A NEW ADVENTURE

 A shiver of excitement trickles down your back.

Where are you going, is this the right track?

To pastures new of-course where else is there to go,

A life to live and adventures to explore

 

Life is what you make it, isn’t that what everyone says?

Pastures new beckons each one of us, each and every day

Turn another corner and see what you can find

Another beautiful vision and a great peace of mind

 

The world is full of wonders and many pastures new

You must explore more and plenty, not just a few

Go on epic journeys and take the world by storm

Turn your life around this day not just noon till dawn

 

A spirit of adventure made to be explored

So many ways to pastures new, never to be ignored

Such a big decision, which way your life will go

One thing to remember it will always love you so.

 

 

 

 

 

Dealing with relationship anxiety – ‘Life Happens’ – Life Coaching Tips by Maggie Currie

Maggie Currie

Dealing with relationship anxiety

 

Anxiety in a relationship is very destructive and often leads to suspiciousness which in turn leads to worry about your partner not loving you, not caring as much as you do, being unfaithful and much more.  All of which fuels your anxiety. When you find yourself becoming  suspicious in your relationship, try to remember that it is probably being fuelled by your anxiety.  

 

Give yourself permission to explore for any real information that may support your worry.  But remember that this information does not support your worry.  Also, if your partner is patient and understanding of your anxiety, ask for occasional reassurance as this will be very helpful  to you as well.

 

Perhaps your worry is that you are too “needy” in your relationship.  For instance do you need constant reassurance and want your partner to regularly prove that things are really ok.  Sometimes anxiety can put pressure on you to become overly needy and this is a major cause of relationship stress.

 

If this is sounding true for you, then you will need to find ways to cope with your anxiety and learn to rely more on yourself for feeling better, which will take the pressure off your partner.  It also allows you to become more self-sufficient, even in your anxiety.  For instance, allow yourself to reassure yourself instead of turning to your partner for comfort each time you are anxious. Take the time to think more positively.

 

When you are anxious you can create all kinds of ideas in your imagination that appear so intolerable that you feel compelled to take impulsive and totally misguided actions.  You may find yourself jumping to conclusions, making decisions that are destined to fail or behaving in a totally childish manner, sulking and demanding attention. Try and find a solution that will relieve your stress and won’t result in increasing your problems further.

 

Learning to trust your intuition is an important part of reducing your anxiety.  It is vital to slow down, think through anything you are considering doing and following your intuition. Make the effort to stop listening to that nagging voice that is telling you something is wrong .  It is very likely when you slow down and think rationally that you will find a better solution and you will reduce your stress.

 

A rare chance to get into an SIO’s mind at the scene… Not To Be Missed By Crime Authors or Crime Readers!

 

Have you ever thought what is going through the officer in charge of a Murder enquiry’s mind at this stage?

Well here are a just a few … and below there are a few of our other presentations boards with information relating to some of the real life crime investigations that Bob took charge of as a Detective Superintendent. You can also ‘google’ Bob Bridgestock for more information. Copyright Applies

 About us:-

Carol and Bob Bridgestock were both born and lived in West Yorkshire until they relocated to the Isle of Wight in 2003. Between them they have 47years employment with the police, Carol being a member of the Civilian support staff and Bob being a Police Officer. They never had any inclinations to become authors, but others found their verbal stories thrilling which led them to put pen to paper.

About Bob:-

 

Bob in front of the world’s mediahttp://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/1983685.stm

Bob was born in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire in 1952. He left Grammar School at the age of 15, served an apprenticeship as a Butcher then spent two years in a dye works before joining the police force on the 28th January 1974. In 1981 he was awarded the much acclaimed ‘Denis Hoban Trophy’ for outstanding detective work. On retirement he received a Certificate of Loyal Service from West Yorkshire Police in appreciation and recognition of 30years ‘Loyal and Devoted Service to the Community’. As a career detective he worked in the CID at every rank. For over half of his service he was a senior detective, retiring at the rank of Detective Superintendent. As a Senior Investigative Officer (SIO) in charge of homicide cases he took command of some twenty-six murder investigations, twenty- three major incidents including shootings and attempted murders and over fifty suspicious deaths and numerous sexual assaults, some of which were extremely high profile in his last three years alone. He received numerous commendations from high court judges and chief constables who credit him with personal commitment and professionalism, expertise and diligence as well as competence with skilful leadership in sensitive, complex high profile cases with the subsequent presentation of compelling evidence. He was a Force Hostage Negotiator and was also commended for his work into the investigation of a protracted, high profile investigation of police corruption in another police force.

 

About Carol:-

Carol was born in Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1961. She left Grammar School at the age of 16 and went on to study hairdressing at college. At the age of twenty she was running her own successful salon as well as teaching at the college. In 1988 Carol commenced working for the Police as a member of the support staff in the administration department. As a supervisor she received a Chief Constable’s commendation for outstanding work for her determination and drive creating a poster competition for an Autumn Fall Crime Initiative involving local schools.

She always knew Bob could tell a good story because of the experiences he had had in his life but her nagging fell on deaf ears until in 2008 when out of the blue he enrolled them on a college course to ‘Write Your First Novel’. Carol & Bob are members of the Wight Fair Writers’ Circle which developed from that course and involves the community in writing competitions for all ages.

The DI Dylan Series:-

Their first novel, Deadly Focus, was self published in 2009. In 2010 the couple were lucky to  be taken under the wing of Darren E Laws at Caffeine Nights Publishers www.caffeine-nights.com. In June 2011 this was re published. The couple now hold a contract with them for the whole of the ‘DI Dylan’ crime fiction series. ‘Consequences’, the second novel was launched in April 2012. The couple are now International crime authors. ’Wight Lilies’ the 3rd in the series is out March 25th 2013. Book 4 ‘Snow Kills’ is in the  hands of the publisher scheduled for release later this year/early 2014.

‘ The couples first book ‘Deadly Focus’ will be traslated into Korean and published in South Korea next year.

About their TV work:-

This year they are working with Sally Wainwright & Red Productions on a BBC 1 commissioned thriller 6 x 60 series called ‘Happy Valley’. More information here – scroll down to ‘Happy Valley’ – http://www.bbc.co.uk/mediacentre/latestnews/2012/bbc-one-drama-commissions.html

 

 

 

 

And as they say, there is more…

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