How Many Shopping Days Until Christmas?

The temperature dropped about 10 degrees today, so I’m guessing that’s summer over. Therefore it seems reasonable to remind folk about my five Xmas scares in ‘Frightful’. It’s also a nice little intro to my writing if you’re having a look for the first time.

For a few days you can download FRIGHTFUL for FREE! Xmas has come early!

Here are the links;



‘Unlucky Numbers’ is No.1!


Hi all. Just a quick update and promo. ‘Unlucky Numbers’ – one of my suspense / horror short story collections – is currently free to download for a couple of days. Here’s the link if you’d like to get it:



What is exciting though is that yesterday it hit number one for free horror short stories on Amazon! (Also no.2 in free single author short stories and no.3 in free horror)

Lots of people downloading! I’m truly grateful.

If you haven’t got yours, jump in!

Bitterly – new book is out!

Just a quick one to let you know that the latest ebook is out. BITTERLY is essentially a short story collection, but with a difference. All twelve stories are set in the same sleepy village.
Story 1 and story 12 are basically bookends – they act as prologue and epilogue to the larger tale of a moors fire that unleashes something ancient and evil from the hillside and into the village.
The ten tales in between are ten separate instances of suspense and horror, in some way or other brought about by whatever it is that’s ‘in the water’, or ‘blowing in the wind’. They can be read as isolated tales or as part of the bigger picture. It’s entirely up to the reader.
So, something a bit different; who knows if it’ll work, but I’m proud of all twelve pieces!

Here are the links – take a look!

What’s In A Name?


Naming characters is an interesting part of the writing process. Sometimes it’s absolutely crucial to get the right sounding name – and I can agonise over it for days – and sometimes it’s just a case of picking something that sounds age appropriate, and not too similar to one that I’ve used before.

Then there is the other way of naming characters, and I’ve done this once before. Naming them after readers. Only because they want me to, of course! There’s a couple of characters in Portentous 2 named this way, and I’d like to do it again.

Here’s the situation. At the end of next week, my latest short story collection, ‘Bitterly’ comes out. All the stories are set in the same village, so it means there’s quite a large cast – quite a number of new names to conjure up.

If you would like your name – or part of it – to feature in the book, then here’s the deal. Give me an Amazon review, on any of my other titles before the end of April 15th, and I will use your name for a character. It would also be useful if you messaged me about it, so I have it confirmed that you would like me to use said moniker! Of course, it goes without saying that the character would no way represent you (no intentional similarities to people living or dead blah blah blah) as they are already written. I’ll just swap out the name.

This could be a bit of fun, so if you fancy it, let me know!

‘The Deleted’ – Out Now!

My new novel ‘The Deleted’ is now available on Amazon download. It tells the story of the Chance family and how they get caught up in a sinister computer game that bleeds into real life and won’t let go of them…

Here are some links.



Amazon haven’t quite got their shizz together at the time of writing, and have yet to include the ‘look inside’ feature or the page count. Not sure of an accurate page count after formatting, but I’m confident it’s around the 300+ mark. As for a look inside, here’s the prologue:

LUKE THRELFALL KNEW HE NEEDED TO LEAVE. There was a man outside the pub who was tailing him, had walked all the way from Luke’s house to the main door of the Darby Inn. Now all it took was some punter loitering in the entrance – fumbling over his smokes or propping the door open for a prolonged chat with someone on the street – for him to slip inside.

It. Probably best to think of him as an it.

They were in the alcove at the front of the pub that housed the pool table, and although the windows were frosted in part with the name and crest of the Darby Inn, Luke had seen it shuffle by, it’s fat bald head unmistakeable. Since then he’d not really been engaged in what Dermot and his two mates were doing, but only had eyes for the intermittent swing of the vestibule door by the entrance. He thought of that little entrance nook as being like a time locked chamber; it might get through the front door but then it would be delayed slightly in that cramped space. But not for long.

He had to tell Dermot he was leaving.

He waited for his friend to stand up from his shot. He held the cue like a staff and shook his head. ‘Can’t believe I missed that pot.’

‘Derm – I’ve got to go.’

‘What? We’ve been here for like, an hour.’ His t-shirt tightened across his chest as he turned square on to Luke. He was a head taller than him.

‘It’s just pubs, drinking; you know it’s not my thing.’

‘Yeah, I do know. Ollie’s sat on his own over there having to suffer texts from his girlfriend because you won’t play doubles.’

‘Derm, I don’t even know how to hold the cue properly.’ The vestibule door swung open. Luke fixed on it. He only breathed again when he saw it was a couple of girls. ‘Thanks for the invite, but I’m heading off.’

Dermot moved him away from the edge of the pool table so that Ollie and Matt didn’t overhear. ‘Look, I’m just trying to get you to be more sociable. Uni is over for the year, you’ve got the whole summer ahead of you. I can’t have you staying indoors twenty-four hours a day, playing computer games.’

‘I like computer games.’ It came out more defiantly than he intended.

Dermot raised an eyebrow, stared at him like a gauntlet had been dropped. ‘Alright, Luke the Lord. You’ve done nothing but play on your phone anyway since I picked you up. If you’re going, you’re going. Are you gonna call a cab?’

That would mean waiting. Tempting fate. The vestibule door swung open again. A middle-aged man came through, rubbing his hands. No confused-looking bald guy. Not yet.

‘No, I think I’m going to walk.’ Or run, he thought. Initially it will involve some running.

‘It’s about three miles back to your mum’s. Call a taxi. If it’s because you haven’t got a number-’

The vestibule door swung again, and this time Luke got a glimpse of him – it – now a step up and under the roof of the Darby Inn. It looked at him, eyes alert and anxious, fixed in the expression it had worn ever since Luke had pushed it over.

‘I’m going now. Bye.’ Luke turned and headed for the back door.

‘You haven’t finished your drink!’

Luke glanced back, intending to tell Dermot to finish it for him, but then he saw it had found its way in and was walking towards him, adjacent to the bar. Luke flapped a hand of acknowledgement at his friend and hurried through to the far side of the pub.

There was a slight bottle neck by the toilets, and he had to push past a girl to get through the gathering and out into the open air. All sorts of abuse was hurled at him. He didn’t mind; as long as no one grabbed him and held him up. He trotted through the car park and onto the pavement before turning around.

It was still to fully extricate itself from the building. It needed someone else to push open the back door. Somebody would eventually, but for now it meant Luke had a lead. Only a short one, and he would run part of the way home to extend it, but at least he now felt a little more at ease.

It would give him another entry to add to the forum. His first meaningful one had been yesterday when it had appeared in front of his house. Then when he had pushed it over in his driveway. Now he could build on that and say he’d been part of a pursuit.

Not right now though. First he had to get himself back, safe behind a locked door. He didn’t hang around to see if it made it onto the car park; he’d had enough excitement for one evening.

He turned left, in the direction of home, and started running.

The Wolfpack: intriguing documentary

No, not the pub in Emmerdale; that’s called ‘The Woolpack’. I’m taking about a great documentary from 2015 about a family who live in an apartment block in New York and hardly ever go outside. They’re home-schooled and live their lives vicariously through movies. Controlled by their father, they are completely cut off from the real world…

This might sound a little familiar to my readers. I make no secret of the fact that this intriguing film was part of the inspiration behind ‘Corner House’: a family secluded from the world becoming the subject of a documentary. Thankfully, that’s were the key similarities end, as my tale gets dark.

‘The Wolfpack’ is an engaging film and a tantalising window into how some people chose to raise their children, away from what we might perceive as ‘the norm’, and how that in turn might shape them.

The Angulo brothers turn out to be wonderfully creative – as do the Farley’s in ‘Corner House’ – although their talent is for making home-made versions of the movies they watch and admire, not home-made instruments and cover versions of the songs they enjoy. They are also incredibly empathetic and endearing, and you’ll root for them throughout, hoping they get a slice of that which we think of as ‘a normal life.’

I guess it all depends what normal means. Different strokes for different folks. Either way, if you haven’t seen ‘The Wolfpack’, you must. Essential viewing.