Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Calling all book reviewers and authors, have a look at my book reviews and promotion site. Throw the book at us

Submit and promote your book to us.

Friday, August 16, 2013

In Low Company

Here's an excerpt from my new novella, to be released December 1, 2013.

                    This is not the cover
In Low Company
The story of Susan Peeps – Gravedigger

Before the Story
Susan Peeps lived in Beer, in East Devon, in England, between 1968 and 1992. She lived in a small two-story cottage, close to the seaside, on a steep lane, with her husband Samuel. Their house was last in a row of 12. Up their street, each house identical to the point of confusion; but only for tourists, and late night people, who had late nights in the nearby pub.

But Susan and Samuel never went to the pub, except on the occasion of their wedding. They went to the Anchor Inn on the way back from church; they had one drink only, each; they bought all the patrons a tipple, one drink only, each. There were three people there that afternoon; Father Peter Trenchard, the local Anglican priest, was one of those three. As Susan and Samuel left, the three cheered them away, and Father Trenchard blessed them, for all their lives.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Painted Cover

Here's a look at the proposed cover for my next novel, Painted. Let me know what you think.

The artwork on the cover is by this brilliant Aussie artist Mai Nguyen-Long  It's titled Maze, 2004.

Carolyne Harris, famous Australian artist, as an elderly woman sits back and remembers the most passionate and artistic time of her life. Her collaboration and love affair with the blind pianist and composer Dominic Kelly.

To be released March 15, 2013.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Pusher

Released today 2/2/2013 The Pusher. A black comedy story of 5000 words. Victor Emmanuel Rossi is The Pusher, but it's not drugs he's pushing. Buy it for $2.99 On Amazon as an eBook HERE

Here is a small sample of The Pusher.

Florence police are baffled by the attack on a woman outside a bank on Via dei Banchi. The attacker, who was said to be wearing a large grey overcoat, knocked into the tourist around 6.15 pm last Tuesday. “He just marched straight into me. Knocked me down and kept on walking. I was stunned.” said the English tourist. Local police have received reports of a man in a grey coat purposely bumping into them. As no one has ever been able to give a description of the attacker other than his grey coat, the police are helpless to do anything. Police urge anyone with information to report it to the Florence police.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Hungry City

Here's an Australia Day Freebie. The Hungry City. A short story of one man, lost and alone in a hungry city. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/278461

Friday, January 18, 2013

narratorAUSTRALIA: Counting - Rob Kennedy

Do you count things? Your sock? Your pegs? The steps you take! Samuel Peeps counts everything, but in the end what does it all add up to?

Have a read of my short story Counting. Now up on Narrator.

Monday, December 10, 2012

The Opening

Hi Everyone,

Below is a story I wrote about an opening at an art gallery I attended.

The Opening 

She was standing with no one. But, she kept others waiting I'm sure. The punters at the gallery weren’t taking any notice of her. She didn’t want them to. They weren’t there to observe her. That she was happy about. It was probably just me in my way that was seeing her.
A fashionable young woman. Tall, a striking blue short dress. She could wear it. Dark hair down to her breasts. A strong bold necklace. Sipping through a straw a fizzy drink. Alcoholic. The type the government wants to tax heavily. They’re fashionable too.
She had no expression on her face. I watched and wondered, how do you get to be like that? I usually show my approval, or disapproval, I usually show something but not then. At times I feel others can hear what I’m thinking, because of my face, but, it’s only what I feel.
She sips at her drink like it’s important. Like it’s part of her makeup. This is a position that someone has to be in at some time in their life, so, she better get the look right. It better be right. I can tell she’s accurate because I've seen young guys hold their beers like this. Between three fingers as they flip it to their mouths.
But, the drink, the sip, this is the way some women do it. You need to look around as you swallow. You don’t focus, just look. The emphasis is on the drink. It’s a lover. It’s important that people know and see this. It means she’s not alone. She’s unique and outstanding.

While I‘m down here, next to myself: Amazon is the term that some people use to describe this young woman. She stands out. Her boots. Her arms and legs, but, she makes it clear that she wants to hide them away. She has to be herself. In front of everyone here she is being herself.
In the flash of an electronic digital camera, she has - long hair, short hair, innocence, lust, desire and the ability to look like she’s not wanting and only there to wait. What is she expecting? A friend? An artist who painted her? That would be my guess. She seems to be there for no reason at all.
If I had to name her, it would be Amy. But I know that it would be a contraction of her doing. I know her parents would have named her one thing, and she, strong and rare, she would have renamed herself. As powerful people do. Not a “Little Thing” but beloved.
The longer I watch her a music develops. Like all music, it's impossible to describe. But it has flutes and harps; it's kind of mysterious and loving. Through this watching, she never sees me. Like the crowd I’m just here being me.
I like her boots. Authority. A map, which has a marked out territory. Boots stamp on things; tracks, paths and memories, but, they're hard to put on. She knows they are visually stunning, like a Paris cafĂ©. They fit as everything else does on and around her. She stands alone, and she’s still looking.
I took a picture of her last night, so I could remember to write this. And I’m finished now, so I’ll delete that picture. It’s probably more than what she’d do for me. But I don’t know that. She might be as wonderful as the woman I love. Perhaps she snapped a picture of me, and in reverse is writing about the opening.


Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Damaged

My first novel The Damaged has just been released. 7.8.2012 You can buy it here as an eBook, Hardcover or Paperback.

Daniel Murray – a 50-year-old writer, who has won an award for a book about the visual arts, now writes for art magazines. He lives in the centre of Sydney where he comes across a street girl, Gale. She sweeps through the city and its crowded streets, screaming out passionate, hurtful, but poetic words. They are drawn to each other and she moves in with him on the first day they meet. They have a passionate romance. She offers to tell Daniel her stories so he can compile them into a book. Passion turns to love - but only to a point. That point is where he won’t let a relationship interfere with his writing career. The Damaged shares the experience of living in Sydney, and will draw the reader into the lives of two people whose passions come up hard against each other.

You can read a free sample chapter here

Thursday, July 19, 2012

New cover and release date for Five Ways

Five Ways - released 23rd July 2012

Buy it here

Five Ways is a junction of streets in Paddington, Sydney, NSW Australia.
In the centre of this junction you have five ways that you can go. Joanne Southlake stood in the centre of Five Ways looking to find her direction; she was looking for the right way to go.


Jo listens to the sound of Gregory’s motorcycle roar away. She goes and does something she hasn’t done since she was seventeen. She walks to the local shop and buys a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Outside the shop, she peels the plastic wrapper off the packet and scrunches it up into a small ball, soon to be discarded into a polluted world. She pulls out the silver lining. Like a movie star, she taps at the bottom of the pack. A cigarette jumps up. She knew it would. It always does. Poignantly, determinedly, she aims the extruded cigarette between her teeth. She bites down, in an angry, stilted move.The cigarette lighter is flicked once, twice. The third time, it ignites. She lifts it to her mouth. Almost at the point of impact, it blows out. Again, it’s ignited. Again, it’s close to the tip of the cigarette. The flame hits the tobacco, a soft blue smoke rises and she sucks in, she sucks again. She holds it in and then like a small explosion she coughs out:
Jo spits up her lungs on the footpath. Smoke comes out of her nose. 
‘Rotten crap.’
She wobbles towards a rubbish bin, screws up the packet and chucks it in. Followed by the lighter. 
‘God damned advertising arseholes. It tastes like horse shit.’
She spits out the bitter sad taste from her mouth onto the road. A motorist sticks two fingers up at her as she passes. Jo stands up, affronted. That was the last time she would ever try a cigarette again.


Sunday, July 8, 2012

New Cover for The Damaged

I have a new cover for my first novel The Damaged. The book will be released soon as an eBook a softback and hard cover. Let me know what you think of the cover. And I'll keep you informed of its release date.

The Damaged

Sydney is place of art. A place of lives and stories. Some people have their own lives and stories and some people steal others. 

Daniel Murray and Gale, two damaged people meet on the streets of Sydney, they love and they hate. And they come up hard against one another. Which one will out survive the other?