I am writing an extra blog for the next few weeks to introduce a few other Indie authors whose work I’ve enjoyed.
Today, it’s Diana J Febry, one of my favourite authors. I’ve read three of her books, so I can recommend her work from personal experience.
I have a soft spot for murder mysteries and three of Diana’s books feature DCI Peter Hatherall and DI Fiona Williams as the team who solve the cases. Each book can be read as a stand alone.
Diana says her primary intention is to entertain and write the type of books she likes to read. She writes under a pen name, using her mother’s maiden name – she died when Diana was in her early twenties – and it somehow seemed appropriate and a way to remember her.
Diana has written 6 books altogether. The first one I read was
which was a gritty, psychological thriller, one of those books which stay with you a long time after you have turned the last page.
Bells on her Toes is set in an area I know well and also has a horse or two somewhere in the background. I was reminded of some of the books by Dick Francis.
Learn more about Diana and her books on her author page:
Everything I have ever written in my blogs is a big fat lie. My real name is Agnes Violet Higginbottom, my birthday is in February, I’m 28 years old and I live in Bulgaria. I’m married to a man called Boris who is ex KGB and hails from Siberia. I have never been to Africa and all the information I got for my books comes from watching National Geographic. I am contracted to one of the big five publishing houses who pay me half a million advance for every book I’m thinking of writing.
There, now that should confuse the scammers! I watched a programme last night about the dangers of social media and how people who want to rip you off crawl the web to find out all about you and then they can steal your identity. So I thought I would change mine before they found me.
I am very suspicious right now as I’ve had 3 emails from Vistaprint thanking me for my order and offering me £5 off the next one. Since I’ve not used Vistaprint since 1989, this is decidedly dodgy. Add to that an offer from a company offering to sell me a huge industrial machine that cuts through blocks of solid steel in seconds and you can see why I am hiding my true identity. Add to that a very long email from a lady in America offering to tell me my fortune with veiled hints I will top the Forbes 500 only if I follow her advice at a bargain price of only $559.00.
The sad thing is, even if they find me, I’ve nothing to pay them anyway, but you can’t be too careful can you? Once they hone in on you, they can use your credit card, raid your bank account and take out loans in your name. You might be able to sort this out if you speak the language in the country you live in, but my Bulgarian isn’t very good, so that might be a huge problem for me.
None of the kings of England could hide their identities easily either. Everyone recognized James II’s picture on Facebook and he got hundreds of begging tweets every day asking him to relieve the suffering of the peasants. There were wild rumours of a scheme to set up a show at Windsor with the famous jesters, jugglers and warblers of the day, to be called ‘The Y Factor’, but this was shelved due to lack of talent.
There was however a much bigger threat out there, someone else who thought he should be king. This was a lad called James Scott a nobleman the eldest indiscriminate son of Charles II. He was a Protestant which means he was always protesting, and he said that James should not be king as he was not protesting because he was a Roman Catholic instead.
James Scott also known as the 1st Duke of Monmouth, led the Monmouth Rebellion (can you guess why it was called that?) to disposes his uncle and was even proclaimed king in Taunton in Somerset.
James II could not ignore this and he sent out troops and defeated his nephew who then ran away. They all went after him and he went to have tea with the King. Monmouth even promised to become a Roman Catholic, but James was firm and he ordered to have Monmouth’s head cut off.
On the scaffold, James Scott refused to take communion and was unrepentant about his actions years earlier when he proposed to Lucy Walter, who was married at the time, and ran off with her and they lived together in sin.
(Now if you are squeamish, don’t read the next bit).
On the scaffold Monmouth asked Jack Ketch the executioner to finish him off with one blow. Various accounts tell us that it took either five, seven or eight blows and then a knife was used to finish the deed. It was so gruesome that the audience were groaning and exclaiming and that Monmouth got up a few times to protest. (I told you not to read that bit).
After the ordeal was over, a person rose up by the name of Judge Jeffreys. Till next time.
Finally a HUGE thank you to the Writer’s Cooperative group for all the extra tweets and blogs about my books this week. I will be taking my turn in the weeks to come and promoting some of the other indies who have written awesome books.
Today, I’m delighted to introduce a new feature on my website highlighting authors who have caught my eye over the past year. I start with Lucinda E Clarke, a lady with a fascinating background and an important story to tell.
Truth, Lies and Propaganda
Do you want to be writer? Work in television or on the radio? Meet lots of famous people? It will be glamorous, exciting and scintillating right? Wrong. If you’re young, think again. If you chose a different career, consider yourself lucky you were spared.
Truth, Lies and Propaganda is the first of two books about how Lucinda ‘fell’ into a career in writing for radio and television.
#1 in genre in the US on Saturday (and not for the first time) with 4.9 from 30 reviews.
There was the case of the condemned rat: the embarrassing interview with a world famous sportsman she’d never heard of:…
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Today I’m welcoming another favourite Indie Author of mine. The very talented, Lucinda E. Clarke is a hard hitting writer, who doesn’t sugar coat her stories. She’s certainly a name to be reckoned with, with her fantastic books about Africa.
Here’s a little peek at Lucinda. Her life, and her books.
Lucinda’s life has not been boring. She was born and raised in Dublin, dragged into her teens in the Cotswolds and finished off in Liverpool. She has lived in 8 different countries, in a croft in Scotland, a mansion in Libya, a farm in Botswana, a boat in South Africa and other dwellings in between.
She dutifully trained to be a teacher, despite bleating she wanted to be a writer. She worked as a radio announcer in Benghazi and then, years later, after being from her teaching job, she crashed out in an audition with the words “Go home…
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A great book to add to your TBR list
I usually tap out my blogs in a word document as I find the little window on WordPress very restricting. On one momentous occasion I found out how to make it a whole page size, but I have no idea which button I pressed and I’ve never found it again. I’ve also never found out how to add tags either – something else to learn.
Back to the document which I keep in a special file and as I think of them, I put ideas in there as well. So, imagine my horror when this morning I opened it up to find NO ideas for today’s blog. PANIC!!
But one thing I must do is to thank all those people, some I don’t know at all, who helped publicize my promo on Amie this last weekend. I was amazed and humbled by all the sharing and tweeting and blog bits which helped tell the world that I was offering her for free – yes, yes I know – after I swore I would NEVER give any of my books away for free. After all the blood, sweat, toil and tears to offer it for nothing!
However, I am flexible (not physically you understand), and having learned from all the information shared by other authors and publicists and bloggers you just have to try and make yourself visible somehow. So, for better or worse there are now over 27,000 people with Amie on their reading devices across the world – in Japan, India, and several countries in Europe. What percentage will read about her I’m not sure, but a spin-off has been nearly 18,000 page reads.
I’ve dropped the price of Amie and the Child of Africa for 2 days, back up on Tuesday night. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B015CI29O4
Exercising extreme self-constraint, I’m still not ordering the mega yacht yet.
I guess James II had a mega yacht or three, but I was about to tell you that he married a commoner. Yes, how disgraceful was that – especially in those days when royalty stuck together like glue and princesses were offered up as bargaining chips on the altar of marriage. (Disney should be sued for pretending that being a princess is in any way a glamorous occupation. Millions of small girls across the globe have been well and truly conned.)
To be fair to James, he was not expecting to ever become king, and he had a torrid (I expect it was torrid) affair with Ann Hyde, daughter of one of the court ministers.
“Don’t marry her!” everyone cried.
So he did, in secret, and, surprise, surprise less than two months after the ceremony she gave birth to a baby boy. Sadly it died, but they tried it again (you know what) and 5 more children didn’t survive. Two did however, Mary and Ann (you should remember them as they become important later on).
Samuel Pepys was still around and he wrote (he did a lot of that) that James played with his children like an ordinary parent of a child.
Now this is a fairyland love tale right? Wrong! The king had affairs, lots of them.
ARABELLA + CATHERINE
There was Arabella Churchill and Catherine Sedley and people also described James as the ‘most unguarded ostler ogler of his time.’
Reconstruction of conversation:
James II: Peter Lely?
Peter Lely: Yes Sire?
James II: I need another portrait painted.
Peter Lely: Another mistress Sire?
James II: How did you guess man? You must be psychic!
But it wasn’t all cuddles and giggles. When James II came to the throne he was threatened by Monmouth, the indiscriminate son of Charles II.