The champagne smashed into the bow. A vessel riveted together with 104,000 words slipped away to begin its life away from me. Even the Queen was in tears but only because of the onion in her after-party Cheddar sandwich. What do you mean Fake News? You just don’t believe I’d give Her Majesty a cheese sandwich do you?
Much of history is the concoction and revelation of fake news. The English Popish Plot of 1678, the arson of the Reichstag in 1933 and the 2011 European Union ruling on straight bananas spring to my mind. Not only was much of these stories untrue, they were also influential. And there my friends is where Love Bleed Blue offers its tiny voice in the debate. The above video features my police consultant, the English poet Oscar Sparrow. He seems plausible enough to me! He’s what I call a deadpan of mass deception.
It’s only going to cost you 99 cents/99p to grab your copy AND until April 24th you can click the link in the back to claim your sweepstake chance to win a 7 inch Kindle Fire tablet. It’s out there guys! Now it’s over to you.
Emma Thinx: Walk towards the light, don’t throw a shadow on the future.
It’s invitations across the nations. The great novel sits on its slipway. I’ve been out greasing the rails. Odd rough looking types are wandering about with sledge hammers – They’re either the guys who knock out the last wedges or Amazon one star trolls. We’ll soon know.
Please please be there to win prizes, hold my digital digits, shore up the crumbling Leggo castle of my ego or even burrow down into the creative process to know why the hell writers put themselves through this angst.
Dear friends, lusty patriots of imagination land, refined intellectuals, decadent lovers of romantic frenzies and lacy suspenders of disbelief – you are welcomed to my hot hearth for this historic moment. The book is an oversexed duck-billed platypus thrashing in a golden Jacuzzi of satirical minestrone. There’s something for everyone. Well, maybe not quite everyone….I don’t like the look of a couple of those sledge hammer guys.
President and Royals pose with the French Olympic fencing team. Photo credit express.co.uk.
Suddenly everyone is pushing buttons. Theresa May has hit the big Brexit button. World out there – ready or not here we come; or go; or sort of wander about. So far I’ve not been taken as a hostage by the French government in case we don’t pay the 60 billion euros exit paperwork handling fee. (Pesky lawyers). Not sure who pays my fare if I get deported.
Why worry? I’m about to press the launch button on Love Bleeds Blue and if everything goes as planned the royalties would soon get me out of jail.
In the meantime I wrote a modest feature for Impkater magazine. I felt rather humbled to be in such a publication. They’ve got some real scholars and experts I can tell you. I don’t know what to think until I’ve read these guys. Anyway William and Kate – yes the royals – were doing a pre-Brexit Britfest in France. Republican or Royalist you can’t help loving all the glitter and pomp. The French did away with their chance to have shows like this so William and Kate are just showing them what they’ll miss if they’re unfriendly to us. If they don’t give us back our ball they sure won’t be getting any glass slippers from us. AND we’re perfectly capable of making our own cheese to go with Californian wine so my suffering would be manageable.
French Royal Crest. (Wikimedia)
Very often French people whisper to me that they want to bring back the Royals and do away with politicians all together. Now – remember where you heard it first…….Come on now – you didn’t expect Donald or Brexit did you?
Emma Thinx: Good neighbours make good fences. Bad neighbours make good fencers.
Who ever would have thought that my legs would get me to China wearing those shoes? This is just so exciting as Knockout – book 1 in the Passion Patrol series goes live in China. Passion Patrol 2 is in the wings getting ready to launch. I was half hoping that I would get a mention at the National People’s Congress which has just been held in Beijing but I guess they had other important stuff to deal with. I’m just hoping those readers will enjoy the Szechuan hot sauce of Anna and Freddie.
Emma Thinx: Love is the original free trade agreement.
Some part of me is always in Paris. I know she’s a shabby arrogant bitch who would shrug off my impudent fan mail but I just can’t stop writing them. I could tell her she’s just a heap of stones arranged around a muddy river. I could tell her she’s not as French as I am, that her cool gaze was international and more security cordon than cordon bleu. And she would shrug and rain on me, lifting her skirt above the red and grey reflecting cobbles to show a tease of petticoat.
So, for a while I gave up the fan mail. This time I did a whole novel. I know she won’t care.She won’t read it. She’ll sell it secondhand for fifty cents on a Sunday market stall on la rive gauche. I walk in the tear stained footprints of the wasted and decadent greats. I hum along to the metro jazz and long to soften her lips of stone. A woman should not feel this way – but Paris – I love you so so much.
Don’t tell me she’s male. No – Paris knows more of love than any man! Tell me I’m wrong guys – please.
Emma Thinx: In a language with genders go for the plural. Get the max.
In France we have just emerged from our shelters as Tempete Zeus blows itself off to the east. I knew we would invoke the power of Zeus when we held our prize draw for the naming of characters in the book, since it was he who drew lots with Hades and Poseidon to get the supreme god job. I did notice the wind was getting up as we were selecting the winners. It’s cops, it’s sex, it’s action, it’s more sex, it’s politics,it’s love, it’s comedy, it’s out on April 3rd. I won’t bang on but here’s a short blurb.
Two women, two forbidden loves, one desperate chance. As the old political certainties of modern life fragment, two fearless women gamble all to re-unite a country and point a way forward to a world in conflict.
Well, tell me what you think of it, please.
Emma Thinx: Falling at the first hurdle means you get to shower in peace.
At last, the firing sequence countdown has started. I’m breathing only hydrogen atoms now – they were on a two for one offer at Walmart. Yesterday we took to my French chateau garden for the climax of our VIP Launch Crew exclusive competition for names to be used in Passion Patrol Three – Love Bleeds Blue. Our special guest to perform the draw was Odile Vicomtesse de Saintonge, who appears in Passion Patrol Two.She obtained world wide fame for providing Shannon and Spencer with their historic love bed – a gift from Josephine de Beauharnais, lover of Napoléon.
The three winners have been selected and know who they are – but not their roles in the story. The VIP crew have seen the cover and next week is the grand reveal. Main fuel tank pressure is rising guys, countdown is running.
Emma Thinx: There’s a big leaking dam of luck somewhere up stream.
The book business loves handcuffs – and not just in shades of grey. There are colonies of different genres with all kinds and creeds and orthodoxies. I can understand this. I’d be pretty surprised if I opened a can of Walmart Tuna to find it stuffed with caviar. But for sure – I’d survive somehow as long as I had some fizzio therapy vino in the house to help me swallow my consternation. I’ve always spilled outside the genre corset, mainly because of sex. I’ve just got to put some in – well rather a lot actually.
I came across Nicky Wells a few years ago now. She’s a trouper and just the kind of girl who’d give you caviar rather than tuna. At the time she was singing a rock song from one of her books to a live audience. She’s just got a new book out and here’s my review.
Well, I sat down to read a few pages and ended up putting it down finished at 2 o’clock this morning. I’ve never been sure what genre of book I go for and this story suited me because it’s an action suspense romance thriller. What hooked me in was that right from the start I cared about the characters. The tension is well maintained and there’s a bit in a ventilation shaft that had my palms sweating. There’s a strong love story and of course a mystery to solve with an evil villain and an East End market barrow load of red herrings. The writing style is easy to read as the story romps along. I won’t add any plot spoilers but there’s a sexy girl and a well hunky hero. It’s also a modern tale with clearly some research done into computer hacking and the world of data storage. It’s a glass of wine story – once you’ve started, you’ve got to finish it.
Ditch the genre corset and spread out with a good story.
When is love ever wrong? Maybe never. Maybe what I really mean is sex. Well, generally you know when you’ve had sex with someone or even on your own. But LOVE – that poor horse-whipped thoroughbred is far harder to recognise.
In my latest Passion Patrol novel (out soon folks!) there’s my usual sprinkling of indefensibly gratuitous lust. The setting is contemporary France where such matters are often part of the political mix. Even so, some things raise an un-plucked Gallic eyebrow. A few days ago my neighbour and I were discussing the up coming presidential elections in which a front runner is Emmanuel Macron, millionaire banker and ex socialist minister of finance in the Hollande government. In a whisper she told me “His wife is much older – she was his teacher at school. She was thirty eight and he was fifteen.”
Of course nothing happened until he was eighteen but well – it’s all rather lovely isn’t it? Actually it’s all rather stimulating. By the way – she’s a lovely woman. Not sure about him. Readers can expect some up close exploration of this theme. And that’s before we start talking about the leader of the French National Front Marine Le Pen. A lot of men (and women) find her sexy. Who the hell needs politics if we could just have happy sex and a good sexy political read? Coming soon guys!
Image courtesy Twitter.
Emma Thinx: Politics – what sexy people know as love and what lovers know as sex.
A heart of stone will never reveal the heart that beats within the stone
Whenever I see a sculptor, a construction site or guys/gals building an airplane or ship I wonder how the hell they’re gonna pull it all together into something that works, looks great or maybe at least something they can sell. Whenever I read curvy twisty tales I wonder how the writer thought it all up and then made it fit. It must be crazy standing on a piece of soil and looking up into an open sky and say “That’s where my skyscraper’s gonna go.”
So, at the first encounter with a new novel I’m too hare-brained to set out a plan like some writers. Once the characters have got a name they kinda resent being pushed around by some office worker waving a blueprint. No, what I need is a flavor – maybe some little piece of dialogue that may come up on page 174. If it does it often goes out at the purple prose edit stage.
Somewhere in Passion Patrol Four a character is gonna say ” You can’t really really cry while your heart is still broken. The person who knows how to fix it will take your tears as a gift of love.”
There it is: the secret source of my work. That’s ahead of me now like a distant cloud on a sunny day. It’ll kinda move about, collect more woolly sheep, morph into cauliflower or a stringy mustache; but – it’s there.
Emma Thinx: Don’t trip on a milestone on the way to the horizon.