Oh the wonderful things Mr Orbán can do

Just made up a little political statement, Dr. Suess style! Sent it to 'Eleg Volt' on facebook. I wonder if the Secret Police will be knocking on my door soon...:-)

Readers' photos - Dani's Shorts 2 :-)

Sometimes a reader sends me a photo of themselves with one of my paperbacks.
If you'd like to do the same, please send it to @jedlica on twitter :-)
Here's a photo of the ONLY paperback copy of 'Dani's Shorts 2' and its reader (Thanks, Mum) :-)
(there are now over 100 ebook copies worldwide after only 3 weeks - okay, still pretty low, but I'm only a poor little self-publisher with no financial backing)

Thanks to (2): Sara Bain

I met Sara Bain on Goodreads, and whenever I have an event on Goodreads, she's there to tell her own community. Thank you Sara Bain (https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7244296.Sara_Bain).
Sara has her own website...http://www.sarabain.co.uk/
 ...and her own publishing company! http://ivymoonpress.wordpress.com/
I found an interview she made, back in November 2013...
http://kellysmithreviews.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/author-interview-sara-bain/
And of course, her first book...:-)
"The Sleeping Warrior" (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00E7B02HE)

Here's the Blurb...

LONDON solicitor Libby Butler’s life is in a self-inflicted mess. Her affair with her boss is going nowhere as is her position in the prestigious city law firm where she works. A narrow escape from the knife of south London’s elusive serial murderer, The Vampire Killer, has challenged her outward bravado and left her nerves and personal life in tatters.

When duty calls Libby to a metropolitan police station in the middle of the night, she meets the enigmatic Gabriel Radley. Dressed like an ancient warrior in studded leather armour, Gabriel has a habit of disappearing from police custody and danger appears to dog him.

Gabriel is searching for a 'stone' he has lost, its value 'beyond human imagination', that will help bring a 'monster' to justice. When Libby agrees to help him, she unwittingly plunges her life into a series of disasters and neither she nor any of her friends are safe.

A cult who call themselves The Awakened, a gangland thug and his henchman, a female assassin, a detective chief inspector from Scotland Yard, and even the serial killer, all become inadvertently embroiled in the chase for the stone and the pivotal force of Gabriel.

As the death toll rises, Libby is forced to face herself, learn the true value of life and the potent significance of the Sleeping Warrior within.


Again, because I'm in Eastern Europe, Amazon wants me to buy the book for a whopping $6.77...(ouch)..so I read the sample (beggars can't be choosers) :-)

Thanks to (1): John T. Sonne :-)

There are a few poeple who help me. I will try to thank each one of them as the weeks go by.
The first up is John T. Sonne. Whenever I have a promo or when something special is on, he's there to 'retweet' it on twitter. Every time. Thank you, John T. Sonne.

John T. Sonne (https://twitter.com/JohnTSonne), living somewhere in the Great American Midwest (USA) describes himself as..."Writer, Father, Husband, & Malcontent."

His first novel, THE SUIT is available exclusively for Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/The-Suit-John-T-Sonne-ebook/dp/B00AANRK4G)

Here's the blurb on Amazon...

Alan Sorenson is a pawn in the corporate world hanging by his fingernails financially. A road warrior living out of a suitcase; he leaves the family he adores each Monday morning. Alan's descent begins as he is fired from his job due to circumstances of his own making. Instead of facing his dilemma, he goes to ridiculous lengths to hide his failures from the family he adores.

Alan's quest to secure a new job in time to avoid ruining Christmas for his wife and two young sons begins badly and quickly turns surreal. He finds a temporary solution in a local business run by a peculiar old couple. Coerced into playing Mall Santa to atone for his latest transgressions, Alan discovers that he is not the only one with secrets as he is pulled into their world. A serendipitous relationship with the odd little old man provides him with a solution to all of his troubles.

With scant resources and deteriorating sanity, he must choose between leaving the world that led him to his current situation and joining the old man in a confederacy of philanthropy. If he can learn to trust his heart and the old man, a wonderful new life is his for the taking. Despite his best efforts to sabotage his own recovery, a magical happy ending awaits.

The Suit expands the Christmas myth to finally provide an explanation for the mystery of how Santa Claus makes it to all of those homes in a single night. This heartfelt tale combines humor, suspense and just enough Christmas magic to create a world where anything is possible if we rely on our human instincts and quit trying to please all of the wrong people.

I'd buy it at the $2.99 it says, but when I want to buy it, the price goes up to $6.34! (ouch).

I read the sample...I bit 'tell' rather than 'show' but a good start! :-)

Once again, Thank you, John T. Sonne!

 

Manna-X promo news

Okay, while I was sleeping, a few more people downloaded 'Manna-X' for free...
Thank you to all who did :-) I hope you enjoy the read (hehe). Perhaps even put a nice little 4/5 star review on Amazon...maybe.
Yes, 'TDX2', 'Dani's Shorts' and 'Dani's Shorts 2' are ALWAYS free on Smashwords here...
https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/2766
....so there's no need to buy them. A review or two wouldn't hurt :-)

70% through my first edit of 'How to'...looking SOOO good!

Challenge 55 - ZOMBIES!!!!! :-)

Wow, it's good to write a Zombie story every now and then! Here's my personal take on TIW Challenge 55. Hope you like it !
(oh, Manna-X is FREE today (March 7th 2014) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D94CWF0

"Pimp my ride, Sonny!"

(elements - coyote, snow plow, 1936 Chevy Corvette, the Zombie Apocalypse)

The TV blazed on, loud and strong, repeating the same report over and over again.

"Grandpa! Can you shut it off? There's nothing new! They'll keep repeating that thing until their power's gone! And you're wasting our electricity!"

"Eh?"

Grandpa had run out of batteries for his hearing aid days ago and kept turning the TV on for more news about the situation. The generator had a few more days in it so he couldn't feel the change, this zombie 'apocalyse'. My parents had sent me here to Grandpa's place, a remote house outside of town, as soon as it began. I hadn't heard from them for a fortnight, I suspected the worst.

"What's that, sonny? The TV's too loud!"

"Turn it off!" I ran upstairs and switched it off. "Grandpa, they can hear us, okay?"

"Eh? Who's that, sonny?" He shuffled over to the TV in his comfy slippers, ready to put it back on.

"The zombies, Grandpa!" I spotted one climbing over the fence and took Grandpa's pump action shotgun, opened the window and aimed. Headshot. Then I saw them.

"Grandpa! Err...I think we've gotta get out of here!" A handful of cartridges weren't enough to stop what was walking down the road towards us.

"Eh? Oh, visitors, and so many!" Nothing wrong with his eyesight. "Gimme that." He grabbed the shotgun and took out one more. "Ah, I've still got it. Sonny? Let's go."

It took ten minutes to get to the garage door. Grandpa stopped.

"Grandpa?" Another came close. Headshot.

"Shhh, I'm peeing."

"Grandpa!"

"Okay, okay, sonny." He opened the door to reveal his old snow plow, unused for over 20 years.

"What the...? Grandpa! That thing doesn't run!"

"Ah, but this one does." He shuffled further back into the garage and there it was, a small red sports car.

"What's that, Grandpa?" Headshot. Five more cartridges.

"A 1936 Chevy Corvette." We jumped into the two seater.

"1936? Isn't that a bit old, Grandpa?"

"Yes. They only started making them in 1953."

"What?" Four.

"This is a 'hybrid', sonny. Back in 1936, me and my guys took a Coupe and suped it up with a 1933 Bugatti Grand Prix engine we 'borrowed' and brought over to the US. My, was that Fitzroy Somerset angry!" Grandpa laughed and hit the pedal, crushing two zombies under the wheels as we left. We headed out towards his fishing hut at the lake, hidden on an island.

"Are you telling me you 'pimped' an old Chevy Coupe?" It ran superbly.

"Pimp my ride, sonny!" He pushed the pedal down and we flew through the bends. In a few moments we arrived at the lake.

"Wow, Grandpa, that was...!" His body lay slumped on the dashboard. "Thanks, Grandpa." He'd given his last to save me. I laid him back into his seat.

While rowing across to the island, I glanced over to my new home. On the bank stood a lone coyote, watching intently.

"Just you and me now, ol' buddy."

FREE today, Manna-X - weird yet entertaining :-)

FREE today, Manna-X!
Weird, crazy, insane, ENTERTAINING....YES!
Please come and pick up a copy, maybe even add to the rave reviews
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D94CWF0

Got another 'comment' from a writer in authonomy about 'Manna-X'....here it is...

Kestrelraptorial wrote 18 hours ago

God, angels, and soul collectors work in a modern-day-style beraucratic workplace. Okay, weird. Hey, how did that man in chapter one survive two years in a hole? Well anyway, I thought the encounter between Moses and God was hilarious. So this was the use of the Manna-X machine!