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21 – A POV serial killer short

November 8th saw the release of my second collection of short horror stories (link below). The book has received a steady flow of 4 and 5 star reviews, which is fantastic. Continue reading for a short introduction to one of the stories, entitled ’21’.

“A picture-perfect family; Mum, Dad, two boys and a really pretty girl. They had arrived yesterday. I watched them through the trees as they positioned that new-looking caravan into place, under the direction of the campsite owners. It was hot, and I was sweating under my camouflage. But I couldn’t very well wear anything else and risk being seen. I returned today. I continued to watch, studying the way they interacted with each other. They all had smiles on their faces; not a care in the world. It was mid-afternoon; it wouldn’t be dark for another five or six hours. I could wait. There was no way of knowing how long they would be staying for so it had to happen tonight, I couldn’t risk coming back tomorrow only to find they had gone.
The site was perfect in so many ways. It was relaxed, especially from a security aspect. It was accessible on three sides to anyone willing to walk through the dense trees; the only vehicular access came from one long, unlit lane. There was no gated entry, nothing to stop the guests coming and going at any time that they chose. Such a stroke of luck that I found it; this will be much easier than last time. That place had turned into an absolute nightmare, and it could so easily have been my final time.
The build up, the routine, the planning. These were the parts that held the most excitement for me. The watching. It was like a military operation, and I was good at it. Even if the army didn’t want me. That was their loss, their mistake. Maybe if they had taken me in, I wouldn’t be doing this now. Perhaps that pretty family would have been able to enjoy their holiday without having it cut short. For an hour I stood among the trees, motionless, just my eyes moving around as I surveyed the other campers.”

From the author of Embrace the Darkness, Tunnels takes you on six terrifying journeys full of terror and suspense. Join a group of ghost-hunters, dare to visit the Monroe house on Halloween, peek inside the marble box, and feel the fear as you meet the creatures of the night. Grab the full collection here;
UK link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0778KWQ1M
US link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0778KWQ1M

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Big News Time!

Adventures in Self-Publishing;  Big news time!

Well, October went out with a horror-filled bang! Each day I featured a different story by a different writer and the response was fantastic. I think that everyone involved had a great time and hopefully some readers came across some new books in the process. If you haven’t gotten around to it yet, you can view the full list, including synopsis and links here: www.pjbnauthor.wordpress.com/31-days-of-horror-october-2017

October also saw the release of two of my short stories, Tunnels and Opened Up. Tunnels has been very well received, with a number of reviews, all of which were four or five stars. It’s currently available to read on Kindle Unlimited and is this month’s story on Patreon for subscribers. Opened Up is currently free to download from Amazon, and will be until November 4th, so grab a copy of this short, medical horror story. (Links to both are at the bottom).

The other piece of rather huge news is that I am launching a digital magazine in December! Entitled Indie Writers Review, it will feature short stories, author interviews, poetry, giveaways and reviews. I’m pleased to announce that there will be a free ebook for everyone who enters the giveaway in issue 1 for the chance to win a signed paperback of Confessions of An English Psychopath by Jack Strange. You can keep up with news on the magazine via social media at www.facebook.com/indiewritersreview and www.twitter.com/indie_writers

If you would like a signed edition of any (or all!) of my books, bought in person, then come along to The Underground Theatre in Eastbourne, UK on November 11th where I will be attending a book fair, along with a multitude of other local authors.

I hope that you are all well, and thank you for taking a few minutes to read this.  Feel free to get in touch with any comments or questions and please do take the time to grab a copy of one of the new short stories.

Tunnels UK:   https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B076C5G728

Tunnels US:    https://www.amazon.com/Tunnels-Short-Horror-P-J-Blakey-Novis-ebook/dp/B076C5G728

Opened Up UK:          https://www.amazon.co.uk/Opened-Up-Short-Horror-Story-ebook/dp/B076TZRZGC

Opened Up US:           https://www.amazon.com/Opened-Up-Short-Horror-Story-ebook/dp/B076TZRZGC

 

Best Wishes

Peter

 

Tunnels – A sample

Tunnels, a Halloween Ghost Story is available now as a stand alone story, and will be featured in an upcoming collection of short stories. Read the sample here;

“If everyone can take a seat please, we will make our first attempt to establish contact with any spirits present, before we move on any farther,” Matthew ordered. I looked across at the row of plastic, green chairs lined against one wall; eight of them. In front of the chairs stood a table with a Ouija board on it. When we had all taken our seats, I watched intently as Matthew played his part, eyes closed, moving things around on the board. He called out loudly to the spirits of Elizabeth and Henry, almost begging for them to reveal themselves to the group. Nothing. Then Matthew fixed his gaze straight at me. “Everyone needs to hold hands or this will not work,” he said, unable to conceal his annoyance as he glanced at my right hand. Instead of holding Lily’s, as we had been told to, I had rested it just beneath her skirt, touching her thigh. Under the stare of everyone, I removed my hand from its inappropriate location and took Lily’s. Matthew began to call upon the spirits once more. This time something did happen; all eight of the lanterns went out simultaneously. The whole group, myself included, gasped, largely due to the sudden darkness that we had been plunged into. There was a nervous laugh as everyone fumbled with their torches. Our hosts did a good job at looking worried, as if they had not been responsible for the lights going out. I shone my torch towards the ceiling, looking for something that would give away the trick, but found nothing.
“That was pretty cool,” I admitted to Lily, a little annoyed that I couldn’t figure out how it had been done.
“Where’s the blonde girl?” I heard someone ask. Turning to my left, I looked down the row of seats to see that Chloe was sat at the far end. The chair next to her now sat empty. The man who had asked the question stood up, looking around, puzzled. He had been sat to her right.
“What do you mean blonde girl?” the goth asked. “I thought you two were together.”
“Nope, I came on my own. Looks like she did too.”
“Were you not holding her hand?” Matthew asked, looking concerned.
“I was, but she let go as soon as the lights went out.”
“Bravo!” I declared. I couldn’t help myself laughing at this point. “So, one of the guests disappears, one who happened to come here alone, and who happened to be sitting next to Chloe at the time. You know there’s a passageway at that end of the room, right?” The others stood to have a look. I was right, of course, having been in the tunnels before. The passageway entrance was indented into the wall in the far corner and could easily go unnoticed. Everyone seemed to relax, seeing the hoax for what it was. Everyone apart from Matthew and Chloe, who just exchanged worried glances.
“What’s her name?” goth girl asked, looking to Chloe. “We should call her back.” Chloe looked to Matthew, unsure of how to answer.
“She wasn’t with us,” Matthew said. “I don’t want to cause any panic, but she honestly did come alone, as a paying customer like the rest of you.”
“Bullshit,” I announced, but I was beginning to doubt my own confidence. The two hosts looked far more worried than anyone else.
“Then maybe she just thought it would be funny,” said the guy who had been sat next to her when she disappeared. “Sure she’ll be back soon.”
“I hope so,” goth girl said. “But it was you that put out the candles, wasn’t it?” she said, looking nervously at Matthew.
“You came for a ghost hunt; don’t start to freak out when you actually encounter one.” He seemed to have lost his friendliness, however fake it had been, and now appeared on edge, as though he had made a mistake.
“He’s got a point.” I turned to see Lily standing up, addressing the group. “Whether we honestly thought we would have some kind of paranormal encounter or not, we all came for the frights. We’ve been to a lot of things like this, and this one doesn’t seem much different. Matthew and Chloe are in character, and are unlikely to break that unless there is an actual emergency. Whether blondie was an actress, or she thought it would be funny to hide of her own accord, is neither here nor there. The point is, we had a scare, and now we move on to the next part of the tour; isn’t that right?” She looked at Matthew, desperately wanting her words to be true.
“Erm,” he stuttered, glancing at Chloe, “Yes. That’s right. And as someone said, I’m sure the other guest will reappear in due course. Probably quite soon, in fact, as that passageway is where we’re heading next.” Matthew shone his torch into the narrow entrance, failing to hide his hesitance. “It’s a squeeze in here, but this is where the soldiers used to bring the stores of food. There are numerous small store rooms, which come off of the passageway. It is also the location of the most frequent sightings of Elizabeth, so keep your eyes peeled.”
Four of the group followed behind Matthew, torches flickering to cast as much light as possible in the tight space. I followed, with Lily close behind. I could feel her grabbing on to the back of my jacket. The walls were no more than a foot and a half apart, causing one of the larger guests to turn a little to the side as he walked. No-one spoke, the only sounds being those of heavy breathing and the scraping of clothing along the damp walls as we made our way along. We passed the first two store rooms, one on either side of the passageway. When we reached the entrance to the third, Matthew halted the line.
“If everyone could come in to this room please; I have another little story to share with you.” We all shuffled in, and it was a relief to see some large electric lights attached to the wall. The brightness was a little dazzling, but certainly made us all feel safer. Everyone turned off their torches, all except Lily, who pointed hers at the floor as if preparing for another blackout.
“Everyone still here?” I asked, glancing around. Eight people; still one less than we started with but no new surprises. Yet. The group murmured as if to confirm their presence and Matthew began to talk, summoning his theatrical voice once again.
“This room is a key part to the story of Henry Oats. It lies directly beneath the location of his home. During our research, we were told by several eyewitnesses, that an image of a bearded man had appeared in this very room on numerous occasions. He did not seem menacing, so please do not be afraid. I will call out to him, and perhaps he will make an appearance.” Matthew began calling Henry’s name, asking him to make his presence known, but to no avail. The next ten seconds were a blur, however. The electric lamps all went out, again plunging us into darkness, aside from the light from Lily’s torch. Everyone made some kind of sound, ranging from a slight gasp to a full-blown scream. Then there was laughter and the room was illuminated again. As I looked toward the sound of the laughter, I saw that it was coming from the man who had been sat next to the blonde lady. He was in hysterics, his hand still resting on the switch for the lighting.
“Fucking arsehole!” the goth girl said.
“I’m sorry; I couldn’t resist,” the man said, still laughing at his prank. The entire group was looking at him, trying not to give him the satisfaction of actually having terrified all of us. Which is why the whole group saw his face change, from a self-satisfied smirk to pure fear. His eyes widened. His jaw fell slack, as he gazed beyond us. Lily was behind me and as she turned, was the first to let out a scream.

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Adventures in Self-Publishing; 31 Days of Horror

It’s October! As a horror writer and fan, it is one of my favourite times of the year and this time I wanted to put together an experiment.  I reached out to a number of other horror writers, putting together a list of 31 different stories by 31 different authors. The response has been fantastic. I have out the full list of 31 on my website as a kind of suggested reading list as we approach Halloween, and what a list it is! Short story collections, full length novels, blogs and novellas. You can choose between serial killers, ghosts, devils, vampires, zombies and some even crazier themes! Each day of the month I am pushing a different book, so if you see my posts on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram please feel free to give them a share.  The majority of the authors have also added links to their own websites and social media so get involved, connect with them, and find some scary stories to fill your October evenings with!

View the full list, including synopsis and links here: www.pjbnauthor.wordpress.com/31-days-of-horror-october-2017

One quick reminder that the sequel to The Broken Doll is now available from Amazon, and other retailers, including Barnes & Noble and Apple. https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=the+broken+doll+shattered+pieces and to celebrate, the first novel is on STILL ON SALE at just 99p for the ebook.

If you would like a signed edition of any (or all!) of my books, bought in person, then come along to The Underground Theatre in Eastbourne, UK on November 11th where I will be attending a book fair, along with a multitude of other local authors.

I hope that you are all well, and thank you for taking a few minutes to read this.  Feel free to get in touch with any comments or questions and please do take the time to browse this October’s essential reading.

Peter

The Box

An excerpt from my upcoming short horror, The Box

It was as the four adults were chatting in the kitchen, watching pans bubbling away on the hob, that they heard the little shriek. It was a familiar sound, the same noise that Maisie had emitted whenever she had broken something that did not belong to her. As everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, Steven let out a sigh.

“You may have to start child proofing the house!” he declared.  Lisa did not take the comment as a joke.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have allowed her to bring a weapon with her!” she stated. “I really think that you need to get her seen; it isn’t normal to be breaking stuff all the time.”

“She’s just being a child,” Jack said.  “I’m sure it’s fine.”  Steven made his way towards the living room and stopped in his tracks.  His daughter was kneeling on the wooden floor, with her back to him, making a heaving sound, as though she were choking on a hair ball.

“Maisie?” he asked. Slowly, she turned towards her father; her hands scrunched tightly into fists.  As his gaze moved from her hands to her face, Steven’s eyes widened as he saw that the skin around her face was covered in some kind of black powder.  The heaving sound stopped as she looked at him, smiling widely, her teeth blackened by whatever substance was on her face.

“Dad!” Steven called, the hint of panic being apparent.  Jack made his way into the living room.

“What’s happened?” he asked, staring at Maisie.  “Shit, she’s bleeding,” Jack pointed out, noticing the deep red trickles emanating from his closed fists. Steven approached his daughter, taking her hands.

“Open your hands, honey,” he said, as calmly as he could manage. By this point, the two women were stood in the doorway, trying to assess the situation before making any suggestions.  Maisie continued to grin at her father, looking him in the eye, as she unclenched her fists.  As her fingers unfurled, she displayed the fragments of marble, having changed from white to red with the blood. “What is that?” Steven asked, turning to his father.

The summer holiday’s are over!

Adventures in Self-Publishing;  Summer Holiday’s Are Over!

The most exciting piece of news is possibly that the children have returned to school!  As lovely as the summer has been, it is certainly good to have the quiet needed for me to begin another project.  The last few weeks, aside from a little book marketing online, have largely consisted of picnics, BBQs, camping, and a higher-than-usual consumption of gin!  Sadly, almost no writing.  I say almost, because I did put together my first ever piece of flash fiction, which had a word limit of 666 words, and was more difficult than I expected.  I wrote a piece, entitled Crimson Swans, for a publishing house who are putting together a Christmas themed horror anthology in aid of charity.  I was very pleased to hear that my story is to be included, with a publication date expected in early December so I will provide a link when it is available.

Aside from this, I have been jotting notes down for my next novel, which is a move away from the previous characters and will be a dark thriller of sorts.  I am currently outlining the storyline so nothing is yet set in stone, I am just enjoying the way the story is beginning to twist and turn.

While I have been having a fairly lazy summer, work-wise, the illustrator who is working on my children’s book has been very busy. I was today sent the illustrations for the first half of the book, and we have agreed a deadline at the end of October so that I can have printed in time for my first ever book signing event in November (details below).

One quick reminder that the sequel to The Broken Doll is now available from Amazon, and other retailers, including Barnes & Noble and Apple. https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=the+broken+doll+shattered+pieces and to celebrate, the first novel is on STILL ON SALE at just 99p for the ebook.

If you would like a signed edition, bought in person, then come along to The Underground Theatre in Eastbourne, UK on November 11th where I will be attending a book fair, along with a multitude of other local authors.

I hope that you are all well, and thank you for taking a few minutes to read this.  Feel free to get in touch with any comments or questions and I hope the summer has been great for all of you.

Peter

Excerpt from Opened Up

“I’m supposed to be having an operation this morning.  What time will it be then?”

“Take a seat, I’ll find out.”  With that, the receptionist left her station and scurried away down the corridor. This is the point at which I should have felt that something was amiss, her absence for the next forty-five minutes being a good indicator.  Three-quarters of an hour I spent sat in that room alone, no other patients, no visitors and, now, not even the receptionist.  The only time I stood from my chair was to visit the toilet which was at one end of the room.  If I had needed to venture further maybe I would have seen that all was not as it should have been.  If I had attempted to go back out to the street, then I may well have panicked upon finding the large glass doors of the main entrance now locked.  I remained blissfully unaware, only mildly irritated by the delay, more distraught by the lack of food.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, I played the part of the model patient, waiting as instructed.  Finally, the receptionist returned.  Physically, she appeared the same but there was something unfamiliar about her.  I could not put my finger on it, only a sense that she had returned and was now different.  Her voice was slower than before, her eyes not quite looking at me as she spoke.

“Sorry for the delay,” she mumbled; her gaze just passing over my left shoulder.  “The doctor is ready for you now.  Follow me.”  She led me along the corridor from which she had appeared, arriving at a staircase to my left.  I glanced up the stairs ahead of me and saw that the next floor was in darkness.  As we began to ascend the stairs, the light fading, I had to ask the reason.

“Is there something wrong with the lights up here?”

“Not that I am aware of,” she replied.  “But it’s an old building.  It seems a little dim upstairs, I’m afraid.”  A little dim! I thought. It’s almost completely black!  At the top of the stairs, we passed through a doorway into a narrow corridor with drab, red carpets.  The walls were painted in the repossessed house colour of magnolia with a hideous burgundy, floral border wallpapered along them.  Damp patches appeared above the skirting boards, and all was eerily silent.

“This is your room,” I was told, the words sounding almost robotic as they slowly struck my ears.  “Get into the gown and I will be back soon.”

I pushed to open the door to the private room, expecting the same level of darkness but my eyes were in for a shock.  There was no issue with the lighting inside, the brilliance of it causing my pupils to retract suddenly.  Once inside, I closed the door and looked around.  It was spotlessly clean, as a hospital room should be, but in stark contrast to the corridor outside.  There was a private bathroom and a hospital bed, a machine for taking observations, even a television fixed against the wall. The uneasy experience outside soon dissipated once inside, and I stripped out of my clothes, unsure whether or not to leave my underwear on beneath the gown that had been provided.  I decided that, as the surgery was to be on my foot, there was no need for me to expose everything to the medical staff.

A few minutes later, as I struggled to drag the surgical stocking across my good foot, the receptionist returned and invited me to follow her once again, into the darkness of the corridor.  We walked slowly through the darkness, my eyes following the line of wallpaper on either side of me.  It was unexpectedly long, the hallway, and it was only as I started to feel we had walked further than I had anticipated, that I began to notice there had been no breaks in the wallpaper.  No breaks and, therefore, no other doors which could have led to other rooms.  As I weighed up whether or not to enquire about this oddity, the receptionist stopped suddenly.  Slowly, she raised an arm, pointing ahead into the blackness.

“Take the lift down to level B, someone will meet you there.”  I could see no lift, or anything else up ahead, but I made my way cautiously regardless.  B? I muttered, to myself.  As in basement?  I came across the shiny surface of the lift door and was relieved to find the inside of it was as brightly lit as my room had been.  There was a choice of three buttons to press, 1, G and B.  It was obvious that I was currently on level one, the first floor and, as unsettling as it sounded, I had to accept that level B was indeed the basement.  In the short moments that the lift was in motion, I feared that I might step out into some horrific scene, some insane surgeon strapping patients to a metal table in the middle of a poorly lit room.

More info on Embrace the Darkness anthology can be found here

More book launch news!

Adventures in Self-Publishing;  More Book Release News!

 

Good afternoon again from (rainy) southern England!

THE BROKEN DOLL: SHATTERED PIECES IS OUT NOW!

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Last month I released an anthology of short horror stories entitled Embrace The Darkness and other stories.  Sales of this book have gotten off to a great start, receiving two reviews on Amazon (both 5 star) and three reviews on Goodreads (also all 5 stars!), and it is available from Amazon at 99p for the ebook and £4.99 for the paperback.  https://www.amazon.co.uk/Embrace-Darkness-other-short-stories-ebook/dp/B073Q266CB/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&qid=1499258698&sr=8-11&keywords=Embrace+the+darkness

I had the privilege of being interviewed about the book my fellow author and blogger Mercedes Prunty, and you can read her thoughts on the book and the full interview here; https://mercedespruntyauthor.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/author-interview-and-book-review-for-p-j-blakey-novis-book-embrace-the-darkness/

My wife has kindly put together some trailers for each of the short horror stories which are now on my YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgCOOx_WwVjGgY8pCWvhvJA along with the trailer for The Broken Doll and its sequel, The Broken Doll: Shattered Pieces.

On the subject of the sequel to The Broken Doll, it is now available from Amazon, with other retailers to follow shortly. https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=the+broken+doll+shattered+pieces and to celebrate, the first novel is on sale at just 99p for the ebook.

In other news, I have opened an Etsy store, selling signed editions as well as having had my horror stories serialized on Channilo which is a subscription site so hopefully these will become a worthwhile revenue stream.

If you would like a signed edition, bought in person, then come along to The Underground Theatre in Eastbourne, UK on November 11th where I will be attending a book fair, along with a multitude of other local authors.

If you feel the urge to support my work, then (aside from buying the books, of course) you can pledge to my Patreon page at  www.patreon.com/pjbnauthor and see the different rewards on offer.

The amount of news that I have to share is growing with each post and it certainly feels that things are beginning to come together.  If you have read, or intend to read, any of my books then please do leave a reviews – it’s the best thing that you can do for an author.

I hope that you are all well, and thank you for taking a few minutes to read this.  Feel free to get in touch with any comments or questions.

Peter

 

Sample from Embrace the Darkness

I was around seven or eight when I first had a nightmare. At least, that was the initial one which was vivid enough that I can still recall it. It was short, not a lot of detail being provided in my mind. I saw myself lying upon the bed in my small room and there, in the farthest corner, between the top of the wall and the ceiling, was the creature. It had formed a kind of nest, strings of white hanging from the ceiling as it nestled there, web-like entrails surrounding its dark form. In my dream, I could not see it properly. It appeared just as a shape, but the terror which I felt that night is something that I remember well. I did not sleep in my own bedroom for a number of weeks after that night.
When I was fourteen, I awoke in the early hours of the morning, screaming. My sleep had been interrupted by another nightmare, a continuation from the one I had had all those years previously. I was still sleeping in the same bedroom. We had resided at the house all of my life, only my bed was on the opposite side of the room at this point. The monster, however, was back in its original spot, now appearing directly above me and this time it had begun to move. I recall the dream as clearly as I do the previous one. I remember, in my dream state, gazing up at the creature and thinking, Thats the same monster from my dream before! It was a feeling of wonderment, rather than fear, to begin with. That was until it started to shift, an almost human-like face unfurling, jet black in its entirety except for two pupil-less, perfectly round, white eyes. As the terrifying face began to push against the web which it had created for itself, I screamed, waking from the nightmare as I sat upright in bed.
My fourteen-year-old-self was more able to accept that it had only been a nightmare, but I still felt uneasy each night, desperately trying to think about other things before sleep took me. No sooner had I managed to banish the dream from my mind, then I had another one, yet again the same. It was only the briefest moment, that awful face continuing to press against the web as if it were trying to come closer to me, but the level of terror that I felt was enough to begin affecting me during my waking hours. I would see the creature in a whole host of places, more and more often as the weeks went by. My family thought that I was suffering from arachnophobia at one point due to the way that I would recoil from the sight of a spider on its web. Shadows in the corners of rooms would take the form of that face, nowhere felt safe.
Read the rest of the story, as well as the other five, in my recently released anthology of the same name. Amazon
Signed paperbacks are available exclusively through my Etsy shop

Book Release Info

Good afternoon again from southern England!

As you probably know, if you’ve been paying attention, I have been working on a sequel to my debut novel, The Broken Doll.  I have also been putting together a series of short horror stories, tasters of some of which have appeared on my blogs, with the full stories going on to my Patreon site for subscribers.

Two days ago, the first six of these short stories were released as an anthology entitled Embrace The Darkness and other stories.  Sales of this book have gotten off to a great start and it is available from Amazon at 99p for the ebook and £4.99 for the paperback.  https://www.amazon.co.uk/Embrace-Darkness-other-short-stories-ebook/dp/B073Q266CB/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&qid=1499258698&sr=8-11&keywords=Embrace+the+darkness

It’s currently being sent to other retailers and should show up in the listings over the next few days. My wife has kindly put together some trailers for each of the short stories which are now on my YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgCOOx_WwVjGgY8pCWvhvJA along with the trailer for The Broken Doll and its sequel, The Broken Doll: Shattered Pieces.

The sequel to The Broken Doll is now (finally) complete in first draft and will be dismembered through the editing process over the next month or so, with a release date around mid-August.

If you have not yet read my debut novel, it is available in the Smashwords summer sale until the end of July at half price. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/706054

If you feel the urge to support my work, then (aside from buying the books, of course) you can pledge to my Patreon page at  www.patreon.com/pjbnauthor and see the different rewards on offer.

My children’s book is in the hands of the illustrator at the moment and the images that I have seen so far are fantastic.  It’s a lovely tale, co-written by my daughter, about her adventures travelling through time with her pet monkey, more details to follow as soon as I have them.

I hope that you are all well, and thank you for taking a few minutes to read this.  Feel free to get in touch with any comments or questions.

Peter