Sunday, 22 September 2013

As The Flies Crow ~ New Cover

Hello everyone.  Hope you are well.  I now have a new cover for "As The Flies Crow", all thanks to the very wonderful Debbie over at ""  I was finding it difficult and time-consuming having to do my own covers, so I decided to take the plunge with a dedicated cover designer.  I found "" on Twitter, and as you can see, the result is rather lovely ( my daughter called it "Creepy - the colours and effects are great!") .  I can't help but agree with her.  If you're looking for a cover for your books, I can't recommend Debbie enough.  Her communication is first class, and she frequently updates you on the progress of your cover.

As The Flies Crow is around 65.000 words, pretty much the same length as Marsha's Bag.  Both books are linked, in that Marsha Dunbar appears in both.  The main character in As The Flies Crow is Sonia Rowntree, and, without giving too much away, she runs into Marsha Dunbar towards the end of the book.  I love this chapter.  It pulls Marsha and Sonia together, and lines them up to share a book together ( I'm working on the idea, anyhow ).  But I'll leave it there.  If you enjoy "women in peril" novels, then you might just enjoy Marsha's Bag & As The Flies Crow.  Do give them a read if you can.  Both are available on Amazon, Apple, B&N, Kobo, etc.

Praise for Marsha's Bag:

"Engrossing and accomplished thriller" *****

"A gripping read" ****

"Excellent unusual story" *****

"Great read.  Couldn't wait to see what happened next" *****

"A good and original idea" ***

"This book had me gripped from beginning to end" ****

All reviews can be verified on Apple.

I'm still hacking away at the Train Station novel.  At one point last week I wanted to give up on it, which is just what I did with it years ago.  In fact, I tore the thing up! Now that I'm writing it again, I can see why I did that.  But I'm going to persevere because I love the story - in life, I think it is love that keeps us all going, no matter what we do.
     A big thank you to everyone.  Take care.
     Kind regards, Martin  

Friday, 16 August 2013

Thank You Everyone!

I want to thank every one who has so far downloaded Luvya Getcha on  You have made my life, believe me. Yes, it's a free e-book, I know, but any success is good when some writers don't even have their free books downloaded.  Also, I've been plugging away at it for 30 years, so when self-publication came along, I decided to give it a go and I've been thrilled with the experience.  And Indies get a lot of criticism.  Much of it is warranted, too, I suppose, when you take bad formatting, cheap-looking covers, enough typos to make your eyes blurry, and unrealistic pricing.  But hand on heart, I really do try hard in every area, and although none of my e-books are perfect, I understand a reader's frustration and will continue to do all I can to make the experience as good as possible.
     However, I think most readers are genuinely sympathetic, and will forgive many things, as long as they know the author has made every effort.  I know that's how I am as a reader.  And many traditionally published novels are not perfect, are they? Many a time I've paid a heap of hard-earned cash for a book that has left me disappointed...enough to make me toss it in the bin, truth to tell!

But I won't dwell on that.  I just want to say thank you, it is much appreciated.  And I have a cold ( man-flu, apparently ).  Be nice.

Kind regards, Martin.

PS.  I am on Twitter now @MartinwPrice.  I will follow back.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Horror? Thriller?

Today I thought I'd have a quick, off-the cuff ramble, although mostly I'll pin the subject down to categorising a novel because, in regards to my own 4 novels, I'm finding it difficult.  I think many people's perception of a horror novel is that it is either heavy on the supernatural elements, or it is splattered with gore and buckets of blood.  Not that I want to assume anything - we all know that "assume" makes an ass out of u & me.
     My problem is that my novels are neither horror nor thriller; they have elements of both. It seems to me that in order for a novel to be classified as a thriller, it must not stray into the supernatural, because, in general, thriller readers like their books to be contained within a certain, realistic framework.  I have tried this out with friends, family, and work colleagues.  Many of them will say they don't read horror, but they do like a good thriller, and yet a "good thriller" can be just as gory, and in many cases, even more so.
      So it seems we are down to the supernatural element again.  Now, in my novel, Flowers From A Different Summer, the only vaguely supernatural element centres around a character named My Man, who helps criminals out of sticky situations, as long as they have the money to pay for that help.  He does not wear a black cape and flap in through an open window.  He cannot walk through walls.  He does not turn into a slobbering, snarling wolf.  No, none of that.
      Here is an example of My Man:

'No,' Phil said, and genuinely unruffled.  'It's not My Man's job to intervene in that way.  He simply gathers information so that he can use it for his own ends.  My Man rights the wrongs, but he also wrongs the rights.  He's no do-gooder.  But he's a doer, and he's a doer who never fails.  And like I said, it's all about the money.  That's it.  You don't need to look any deeper.  He's not a charity.'

I shook my head, deflated.  'Christ, Phil, what am I getting into with this?'

'What you're getting into,' Phil said, 'is a guaranteed way to kill Jeffery Doyle, and get away with it, too, scot-free.  If you try any other way, then you're almost certainly doomed to failure.  But let's just say that you forget all about killing Jeffery Doyle.  Based on the fact that you're a better man than he is, which you are, you decide that you're not going to stoop to those lengths, anyway.  That you're just going to live with the pain of what he did to your sister, to Maxine and Ryan, too, and just give up on the whole revenge idea.  Good, that's fine.  You've made that decision, all's well with bells on.

'But…what if you do get up in the night, leave that note on the kitchen table, and take off for Drake's Common? It could happen, you know it could.  What then, eh? After you've botched the whole thing up, and then I visit you in prison, what are you going to say to me, Michael? "Sorry, Phil, I should have listened to you in the first place? I should have gotten My Man to plan it all out for me? Then I wouldn't be here, locked up in this place?"

'I won't want to hear that, Michael, I'm telling you.  And I probably won't visit you, anyhow, because I know I'll have to listen to you telling me that.  Fuck it, no, I won't do it.  You could have used My Man's services but you didn't.  I won't sit there and listen to all that.  I just won't!'

'Fair enough, I understand,' I said.  'It's just that My Man seems to be a totally selfish character.  Like he doesn't care.'

'That's because he doesn't,' Phil said.  'But you're missing the point.  My Man is like one of those old-fashioned telephone operators who sits at a switchboard, sticking jacks into sockets in order to route the call to the right person.  Those old switchboards, they used to look like an indiscriminate mess of wires, some going this way, some going that, all crossing over one and another.  But they weren't an indiscriminate mess of wires.  Everyone was talking to the right person.  That's what My Man does.  He hooks people up, this person to that, that person to this, and in the end it all works.'
Phil Hayward, still holding that photo of Michael as a boy, composed his face so that no other expression could be read into it but total, unswerving solemnity.  He said, ‘Make no mistake about it, Michael, this is serious stuff.  Plotting to murder someone is serious stuff, anyhow.  What we’re doing, though, is plotting murder with the help of My Man.  And My Man is not a fellow equal.  He is faceless.  He is a mystery.  Furthermore, he has the kind of power that evil people can only dream of and good people are too scared to dream of.  He is smoke when there is no fire.  He is fire when there is no spark to light it.  He is the rain that falls out of a cloudless sky.  He is the sudden, cold breeze on a windless day.  Earlier I told you that My Man was not supernatural, despite the fact I’ve made him seem like it.  He isn't, either.  Of course he isn't! But then again, we’ve already talked about influence, haven’t we? The power it has? And My Man’s influence is higher, deeper, broader…and far more deadly.  Still, My Man will make a plan, and it will be a plan that will work from top to bottom, and perfectly.’
So you see, that's about as supernatural as it gets...apart from right at the end, when it becomes quite clear that My Man is not entirely shackled to the earth.  But fuck it, anyway.  What am I on about? I love horror, and I'm proud to be published in that category.  It's just that I don't get the smoky category divisions.  But maybe that's just me.  Horror? Thriller? Who gives a shit!
Oh, and by the way, Luvya Getcha is now free on Amazon.  Find out if Richard Beckett can save his wife and unborn child from the clutches of the evil CC. 
Thanks for reading. Have a lovely day. Newbie on Twitter @MartinwPrice.  I will follow back.  Kind regards, Martin.
Luvya Getcha.  

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Luvya Getcha # 1 on UK i-books free ghost chart! July 12th / 13th

I have myself a #1.  Yay!
    All right, it's a free book, but I'm extremely happy.  After all, any success means the world to any writer.  If you need something to read, and you like your spooky tales, then why not give it a go? My paid books are doing well on I-books as well.  Marsha's Bag has been in the top 30 of the UK Horror chart for almost a year and a half, and Flowers From A Different Summer is in the top 200 on the same chart.

    Also I'd like to mention Dreamstime. It's the site I get my photos from to compose the covers of my books.  They have some fantastic stuff by some very talented photographers.  The prices are reasonable, too.  So, if you design your own book covers, pop over to Dreamstime and have a browse.    

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Luvya Getcha Free!

My novel of ghosts and possession, Luvya Getcha, is now free on Smashwords, and will be distributed to Apple i-books, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo, etc.  I've designed a new cover for it, too, which more closely reflects the story's content.  I think it looks pretty good.  Why not give it a go.


Saturday, 6 July 2013

An F somewhere

I've been lying all along! I have the title to the "No Title As Yet" train station novel.  It's great.  I've done the cover as well! That's pretty good, too.  But still no F's or C's.  I'm busy saying "Crikey" and "Good Lord" and "Blimey O'Reilly" and "Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"
     That won't do.  There has to be an F somewhere; I'm just being untrue to myself otherwise.  Blimey, I'm in a quandary now.  I'm getting a fixation about it.  What the blazes! Oh, fiddlesticks!
      I'm becoming worried that the characters in this novel are stereotypical, picket-fence types who eat jam scones and go to tea dances.  I'll put a stop it.  I will.  I F*#%ing will!      

Train Station

I found these great posters today at my local museum.  They would have been the kind of posters seen in the train stations across the south of England back in the 50's & 60's.  I've referenced a couple of these in my new novel ( no title as yet ), which is set in 1963 in the fictional south coast town of Wentworth.  It's not a quaint novel by any means, but for some reason I'm having trouble putting in F & C words.  I've chewed my way into 60.000 plus words so far and not an F or C in sight! I think it could well reach 200.000.  Surely I have to F or C at some point!
     The main thrust of the story is that Wentworth is struck by several horrific events: murder, abduction, suicide.  The "No Title As Yet" novel is not simply a horror / thriller, though.  There's heartbreak in there, too.  I already know the last line of the book.  It involves the main character and his brother, who is in a coma after being hit on the head by a railway-track sleeper ( or tie ).  In fact, it is this line that keeps me going and heading towards the end.
      I work full-time, so I write at night between 8 & 10.  I'm managing an output of around a 1000 words a day.  Hopefully, by the end of the year I'll have broken the back of it, depending on the final word count.
      Anyway, we have lovely weather here on the south coast of England.  I'm off out to enjoy it!               

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Train Station Novel

If you're a writer, then I hope your current project is going well and that your work is selling. If you're a reader, then I hope you've got your nose buried in some good stuff. Maybe you could let me know about it. Currently, I'm reading Justin Cronin's The Passage, and yes, I'm a bit of a latecomer there, which is rather typical of me - I get around to reading the more well-known books later than most people. Same for TV shows. I'm watching Wallander at the moment, the Swedish Detective series, and I'm on series one! I think it was made in 2007. Nothing like being in the vanguard, eh?

Anyway, back to The Passage, which is excellent. One of those books I'm having a helluva job putting down, and the prose is very Steinbeck in places ( but maybe that's just me ), which is no bad thing. But I'm rather gutted that Wolgast's days seem to be numbered. I hope I'm wrong. He's a character I can't help but like. Still, I'm sure I'll find out how it all turns out for him soon enough.

I'm currently working on three novels, all of which are in different stages. The first draft of one is finished, and I want to leave it there for the time being because I feel it needs something more at the end. It's written in second-person, but I've got ideas for ending it in first-person, seen from the main character's point of view.

The second is provisionally titled Batten 20, which is a road referenced in Flowers From A Different Summer. It's about a boy, his father, and the life they had together back in the early-eighties. It's a violent story, but it's also the story of a boy's unstinting love for his father, who, to be fair, is nothing but decent and loving to the boy. I've also dumped my passion for rare soul music in the book. Gray Brazier, the boy's father, loves his soul music. David Ruffin, Willie Hutch, Lamont Dozier, Leon Ware - all Gray Brazier's gods ( mine, too ). There's a lovely green Jaguar MKII in the story, complete with chromed spoked wheels, a walnut dash, and a plush leather interior. There's a beach, too, with dunes, a warm breeze, and that fine, golden sand you can sink your toes in. Just off Batten 20, there's a cafe built of timber boards which are paint-peeled, and the striped awning is faded. A beautiful Spanish woman named Sophie Hierro works in there. I think she should not have taken a shine to a certain man...

The third novel is one I think I've mentioned before. It's about a train station set some 50 years ago. It's a complicated story. I first wrote it, and finished it, back in the mid-nineties. I tore it up, all 500 pages of it, because although I loved the story - and still do - I felt I hadn't done it justice. A bit of a drama-queen moment there, I think. Anyhow, a few years later, I searched around for the floppy discs I'd saved the story to, but I couldn't find them, and that particular computer I had back then had long since bitten the dust. So that was that, the story was lost. Christ, I wish I hadn't torn the thing up. I regret it awfully. But now I'm writing it afresh, and as it goes along, I'm loving every minute of working on it.

I've no idea when these 3 novels will be published. But I'd like to thank everyone who has downloaded the books which are out there at the moment. Thank you for your support. And do leave a comment, if you can. Or email me at

Me? I'm off to the dentist. Great!

Saturday, 9 February 2013

As The Flies Crow


Sonia Rowntree's car becomes trapped in a snowstorm.  In the vehicle behind is Helen Davenport, who believes that Sonia killed her husband and son eight years ago.  During the chase that follows, Sonia fights to prove that this is a case of mistaken identity.  But something else is waiting for Sonia.  For Helen, too.  Something that will bind them together.  For always.