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Print version of The Curious Case.
Wilberforce Kemp is a private detective. He’s not especially good at it, and he has a drink-chugging demon to keep fed, but he’s a private detective all the same and that means when a beautiful red-head comes into his decaying office and pays him to dig up a missing boyfriend, it’s his job to find the guy… even if he kinda wants the red-head all to himself. In a case that will bring him elbow-to-elbow with all the low-lives he’s been drinking to avoid, Wil Kemp is up to his neck in trouble all over again.
This pastiche of the hard-boiled detective trope brings romance and sarcasm a-plenty.
Because I didn’t enrol this one in the Kindle Select programme yet (and thus cannot have “give this away for free” days), I’ve also made it available as a print book for those of you who prefer hard copies of your reading materials/don’t have eReaders. If you have a non-Kindle eReader, contact me and chuck me $0.99 (the price on the Kindle site), and I can send you a copy as an .epub or .pdf or, providing I can find a suitable converter, any common eReader format you like.
The release of this has given me, tangentially, an insight into how you can tell the exact moment when your friends become famous in the sense of thinking like famous people, as opposed to like your friends/equals. It's usually around about the time that you promote their work, but they won't promote yours. Some of my friends have been like that forever, and it's usually easier to take it from them: they just don't like my writing and feel it would be disingenuous to suggest that they do. Whatever, integrity is to be lauded. There are others who are too busy, which is the price of entry for success. Maybe, I dunno, if I didn't suck so much both as a writer and as a human being, it wouldn't happen. The part I'm having difficulty with is how not to suck at both. How tiring it is.
Wilberforce Kemp is a private detective. He’s not especially good at it, and he has a drink-chugging demon to keep fed, but he’s a private detective all the same and that means when a beautiful red-head comes into his decaying office and pays him to dig up a missing boyfriend, it’s his job to find the guy… even if he kinda wants the red-head all to himself. In a case that will bring him elbow-to-elbow with all the low-lives he’s been drinking to avoid, Wil Kemp is up to his neck in trouble all over again.
This pastiche of the hard-boiled detective trope brings romance and sarcasm a-plenty.
Because I didn’t enrol this one in the Kindle Select programme yet (and thus cannot have “give this away for free” days), I’ve also made it available as a print book for those of you who prefer hard copies of your reading materials/don’t have eReaders. If you have a non-Kindle eReader, contact me and chuck me $0.99 (the price on the Kindle site), and I can send you a copy as an .epub or .pdf or, providing I can find a suitable converter, any common eReader format you like.
The release of this has given me, tangentially, an insight into how you can tell the exact moment when your friends become famous in the sense of thinking like famous people, as opposed to like your friends/equals. It's usually around about the time that you promote their work, but they won't promote yours. Some of my friends have been like that forever, and it's usually easier to take it from them: they just don't like my writing and feel it would be disingenuous to suggest that they do. Whatever, integrity is to be lauded. There are others who are too busy, which is the price of entry for success. Maybe, I dunno, if I didn't suck so much both as a writer and as a human being, it wouldn't happen. The part I'm having difficulty with is how not to suck at both. How tiring it is.