Hello, hello, hello and hello! Welcome to the Beardy Book Blogger for Day 18 of #Fahrenbruary, the month long celebration of all things Fahrenheit Press and Fahrenheit 13. If you’re unaware of what the hell that is all about then here is a handy link to explain all:
Today I bring you a Q&A with Fahrenheit 13 author Graham Wynd. Graham is the brains behind the superb novella “Satan’s Sorority“; a dark, bloody, sex fuelled tale of control, lust for power, revenge, Satanic rituals and, well, more lust.
It’s great, great fun.
Here’s a bit of blurbage:
“In the fall of 1958 Sandra Delites is packed off to college in Connecticut after an ‘incident’ with another girl.
Her father thinks a small town university will be just the thing to straighten her out, only he hasn’t reckoned on the sisters of Sigma Tau Nu. Not just any sorority, their rites are bloody and the girls are hot – but not for the boys! President Trixie Faust sees a lot of potential in the newest pledge and Sandra is eager to learn: the thrill of the kill is just the beginning for these college girls gone wild.
Halloween will be extra scary this year. Forget black cats, you don’t want one of these sisters to cross your path.”
I posted a guest review of SS by the brilliant Matt Keyes for Day 16 of #Fahrenbruary and you can check that out HERE. You can also find a guest post written by Graham about the influences on the writing of SS… HERE
Good morning to you all, unless it’s evening in which case good evening to you all, unless it’s night-time in which case a good night to you all.
No, wait, I didn’t mean good night as in goodnight, good night. Put that Horlicks away and take those pyjamas off right now!
Ewww, no, on second thoughts, put those pyjamas back on again, tooty sweety. No-one needs to see that no matter what time of day it may be where you are. Although you can take them off ag…. no! Best not… *whispers* call me!
Okay, let’s start this again shall we?
Hellooooooo and welcome to The Beardy Book Blogger. If this is your first time here I welcome you with a warm beard and an even warmer heart. Please feel free to look around and see stuff; mi blog es su blog 😃 If you have been here before then I am very grateful that you have returned. I wasn’t too sure that you would, if I’m honest. Haha, one can never be too sure about these things now, can one!
So, what delights do I have for you today, I hear you ask? Well, firstly, thank you for asking and, secondly, let me enlighten you.
Today marks the 15th day of the month long Fahrenheit Press/Fahrenheit 13 love fest that is #Fahrenbruary. If you are unaware of what that is all about, please feel free to take a small but enlightening detour to this link here, but do come back…
Intrigued? Well, I should bally well hope so too. So, patient reader, read on and discover what inspired Derek to create Danny Bird, what his favourite biscuit or cake are, and what type of sheets he has on his bed.
Sitting in her makeup chair, eyes staring lifelessly ahead, the diva is dead. Her sequinned dress glittering in the light cast from above; the little pools of reflected light sparkling across the paper held tightly in her hand. The policeman carefully prises it out of her grip and unfurls it. It reads, “The Last Will and Blurb of Lyra Day”:
“Danny Bird is having a very bad day. In the space of just a few hours he lost his job, his partner and his home.
Ever the optimist, Danny throws himself headlong into his dream to turn the grimmest pub in London into the coolest nightspot south of the river. Sadly, everything doesn’t go quite as planned when his star turn is found strangled hours before opening night.
Bonjour and bienvenue to my blog on this wonderful 12th day of #Fahrenbruary. If you’ve stumbled upon this post by chance you may not be familiar with what a Fahrenbruary is, so let me enhance your knowledge with this handy little link here…
Now that that’s out of the way, what do we have today?
Well today I present to you a 2-4-1 deal in that I am reposting my two mini reviews wot I wrote for Derek Farrell’s “Death Of A Nobody” and “Death Of A Devil” – books 2 and 3 in the Danny Bird Mysteries series.
These two reviews originally appeared on Goodreads and, if you’re at all familiar with my reviews, are very, very short indeed by my usual standards 😂 I can’t remember now why they didn’t get the full Beardy Book Blogger treatment, but I imagine that it was purely down to time; it’s no reflection on the quality of the books themselves.
Tomorrow I present my full review of the 1st in the series, “Death Of A Diva“. I’m presenting them out of order for reasons known only to my beardy brain and it ain’t letting me in on the secret. It has a habit of doing that.
I love these books unconditionally. They are smart, very funny, erudite, sanguine, clever, moving, tightly plotted and populated by the kind of characters that stay with you long after the book is over; they truly feel like family. They’re the kind of books that once read, and a new one in the series arrives, you open with a happy sigh, excited to be back in their company again and to see what calamity has befallen them this time (as I type this the 4th book, “Death Of An Angel” will be released on the 28th of Fahrenbruary 2019. Put that date in your pipe and smoke it, and put your fingers in your ears because I shall be letting out the loudest “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” that you will have ever heard! Truth *crosses arms gangsta style*).
Derek writes with a wit and style that takes me back to my youth. That is not to say that it is immature, no no no, but to me there’s a certain nostalgia in my nostalgia glands when I read these books. As I mention below, and in my review for Death Of A Diva, I am reminded of some of my favourite writers and TV shows that also feature an ensemble cast with quirky characters, wonderful dialogue and outlandish, yet believable, plots and predicaments. I personally feel that these book would make for a great TV series. Maybe I should start a petition to get them made. 🤔
The love that Derek has for his characters radiates from the pages; it’s in every word, every scenario, in every small trait and quirk. They feel so fully formed that I really want to go and have a drink and hang out in The Marquess Of Queensbury. But then, alas, one realises that it doesn’t actually exist. Bum cheeks 😥 Well, there are certainly places like it, but they won’t have Danny and his boyfriend Nick (a Detective Constable whose guv’nor is the highly unpleasant, homophobic, and right arsey bastard DCI Reid), Lady Caroline (Caz) Victoria Genevieve Jane De Montfort (and her capacious, almost magical, Gladstone bag), the ASBO twins Dash and Ray, bar manager Ali, and all the assorted crazies, misfits, regulars and unwanteds that populate and frequent my beloved Marq. Oh, and that is without all of the dead bodies that seem to find The Marq irresistible for some reason. I blame Ley-lines, or summink.
So, buckle up and take the plunge into Derek’s wonderful world. Ignore the worn and tired looking exterior of The Marquess of Queensbury pub, open the door, walk on in, buy a beverage, sit down in a quiet corner (if such a thing truly exists in The Marq), relax and wait for events to unfold. You’ll make new friends, possibly a couple of enemies too (watch out for the pub’s real owner popping by, one Chopper Falzone; you don’t want to mess with him), but either way you’ll thank me later.
Welcome one and welcome all to my little hairy blog for my #Fahrenbruary Question and Answer post with the most excellent Paul Gadsby, author of “Back Door To Hell“, that book up there.
What do you mean ‘up where?’
Up there! That sodding great red and black picture; the one that has the book’s title splashed all over it.
Ohhh, now you see it do you? Tsk, some people just don’t look before commenting. 🙄
Okay, now we have that sorted, please scroll beyond the break for some enlightenment from Paul as to his inspiration for his two young protagonists in BDTH and to discover what his favourite biscuit is.
Oh, you can find my review of this most excellent book right…… HERE.
Hello you lovely, lovely people, and a very warm welcome to my little beardy blog.
How are you all doing? Really? Well I hope that that clears up very soon. Otherwise all okay? Excellent.
Now, in case you didn’t know, #Fahrenbruary is in full swing; the month long celebration of all things Fahrenheit Press and Fahrenheit 13. Yesterday (if you’ve been following along sequentially) I posted my review of Back Door To Hell, a gritty, tense, couples on the run noir thriller by Paul Gadsby.
Here, via the magic of the internet, is a link to that very review…. LINK.
It’s clever that, innit?
A little while ago I asked Paul Gadsby to write me a piece about what inspired him to write BDTH. And do you know what? He agreed and did…. did.
So, dear reader read on as Paul discusses his favourite novels featuring a couple on the run that inspired his new noir thriller…
Panting like Usain Bolt after sprinting 100 metres in record time into a particularly strong headwind, you finally stop running and reach the agreed meeting place. Your partner in this particular crime (is it a crime, to steal from the crooks? That’s one that’s going to keep you up tonight) has not arrived yet. Did she escape from your pursuers? Maybe it wasn’t so wise to split up after all, but you could hardly help it as dithering over whether to go left or right at the chip shop could’ve ended up with you both caught and then…. you shudder at the thought of that!
Oh, you really are in the doo-doo now. What were you thinking? After all it wasn’t your idea to steal from one of the biggest, most insane, maniacal crime lords in London. The next time someone asks you if you want to listen to their ‘get-rich-quick’ scheme just tell them to sod off and carry on drying up the glasses behind the bar. Like, seriously.
But, at least you have one of the bags of money. Strangely it doesn’t feel as heavy as you expected. You’d have thought that around one hundred grand in cash would be heavier? Whilst you wait, hope, that she arrives in one piece, you decide to have a peek inside the sports bag.
Your heart drops through your stomach.
There’s no cash inside the bag. What? How? You clearly saw the cash being stuffed inside the two bags by your accomplice whilst you were distracting the gang. Wait, but then you turned around for just a short while before making a bolt for the door.
She’s given you a dud and made off with all the cash. The cheeky….
All you are left with, as you start to laugh and cry at the same time, is a bag full of paper.
Paper with just a worthless blurb written over and over and over again:
Boy meets girl. Girl has a plan. A plan that’ll change everything.
Nate and Jen are two working class kids looking for a chance to leave behind their dreary, minimum wage lives forever.
Jen has figured out a way to change everything, she just needs a little help to pull it off. That’s where Nate comes in.
She’s got it all planned. In and out before anyone notices, nobody gets hurt and finally they can start living the lives they always imagined. A simple heist, even for amateurs like them.
The problem is local crime lord Crawford is not an amateur. Not by a long chalk. Jen & Nate have stolen his money and more importantly they’ve damaged his reputation. He intends to get both back. No matter what the cost.
Way Heeeeeyyyyyy everyone. Welcome to #Fahrenbruary.
Today I thought that I would re-share my review of Ian Patrick’s Rubicon. This was one of the very first Fahrenheit books I ever read, so I thought it should be the one to kick things off. This was from my early days as a new blogger and as such it is a lot shorter than my usual reviews 😆
Tomorrow I shall be sharing my brand new review of the follow-up ‘Stoned Love‘. In the coming days I’ll also have a Q&A with Ian and will be sharing a piece he has written about his experiences in the Police Service and how they influenced the creation of his books (links will follow after posting).
Smashing down the door to the dilapidated apartment the two cops stop suddenly at a strange object lying bloody and unconscious on the floor:
Cop 1: ‘Ello, ‘ello, ‘ello, what ‘ave we ‘ere then?
Cop 2: It appears to be a blurb, sir:
“Two cops, both on different sides of the law – both with the same gangland boss in their sights.
Sam Batford is an undercover officer with the Metropolitan Police who will stop at nothing to get his hands on fearsome crime-lord Vincenzo Guardino’s drug supply.
DCI Klara Winter runs a team on the National Crime Agency, she’s also chasing down Guardino, but unlike Sam Batford she’s determined to bring the gangster to justice and get his drugs off the streets.
Set in a time of austerity and police cuts where opportunities for corruption are rife, Rubicon is a tense, dark thriller that is definitely not for the faint hearted.”
If, like me, you had no idea what a Rubicon is, and thought it might’ve been an ice lolly from the 1970s, a type of antiquated filing system, or a colourful puzzle cube, then here is a wee explanation:
“Julius Caesar’s crossing the Rubicon river was an event in 49 BC that precipitated the Roman Civil War, which ultimately led to Caesar’s becoming dictator for life and the rise of the imperial era of Rome. … Today, the phrase “crossing the Rubicon” is an idiom that means to pass a point of no return.”
There, has that helped? Good. In fact, it is an incredibly pertinent and rather clever title. That Ian, it’s almost like he chose it on purpose. Authors, tch, clever sods.
Break out the bunting, pop open the bubbly water, take off all of your clothes and run out into the street proclaiming to EVERYONE, wherever you may be in the world, that the month long celebration of the punk rock publishers Fahrenheit Press and Fahrenheit 13 is underway!
Now, there’s a slim chance that you may not know what the flipping blimey I am going on about here. You may have stumbled upon this post after turning the blogging equivalent of the wrong corner whilst blog surfing. You may have seen this on Twitter and, distracted by a cat chasing a mouse on a very small scooter, accidentally clicked on the link and…. piff paff poof… here you are. You may, of course, have clicked on the link on purpose and are genuinely intrigued as to what a Fahrenbruary actually is and what it will entail.
Well, whatever your reasons I warmly welcome you to my blog and I thank you for taking the time to read this and discover what Fahrenbury is and how it all came about 😊
The piercing, blood curdling screams rebound off the trees and resonate throughout the woodland surrounding your tiny cottage. Terrified you pull the sheet tighter and tighter around yourself as if that will keep away and protect you from the creature outside. As the howling and caterwauling get closer and closer you begin to realise those unbearable sounds may actually be words, that the creature is actually trying to say something. Straining your terrified ears you listen intently, yes, yes those are words. It, it appears to be screaming….. a blurb:
The monsters live inside of Kate Woodson. Chronic pain and a host of autoimmune diseases have robbed her of a normal, happy life. Her husband Andrew’s surprise of their dream Maine lake cottage for the summer is the gift of a lifetime. It’s beautiful, remote, idyllic, a place to heal. But they are not alone. Something is in the woods, screeching in the darkness, banging on the house, leaving animals for dead. Just like her body, Kate’s cottage becomes her prison. She and Andrew must fight to survive the creature that lurks in the dead of night.