FINDING NEW VOICES
DEFINING NEW GENRES
When two eligible and attractive men are vying for your heart, it should be the perfect dilemma…
Audrey Fox has been dumped by her unreliable fiancé Nick Byrne just days before the wedding. Heartbroken and confused, the last thing she expects when she jumps on a plane to convalesce in Cyprus is romance. But a chance meeting with handsome entrepreneur and father-of-one Daniel Taylor weaves her into a dating game she’s not sure she’s ready for.
Audrey’s life is thrown into further turmoil when she discovers on her return to London that Nick has been involved in a serious motorcycle accident that’s left him in intensive care. Distraught yet determined to look to the future, Audrey must make a decision – follow her heart or listen to well-meaning advice from family and friends? Because sometimes, no matter what, it’s the people that we love who can hurt us the most…Read More
We all have secrets……
Ambitious journalist Rosa Fernley has been asked to fulfil her grandmother Jocelyn’s dying wish. Jocelyn has also passed on a secret – in the summer of 1968, fleeing from the terror of a bullying husband, she visited the mysterious Tintagel Castle. Jocelyn wasn’t seeking love, but she found it on the rugged clifftops in the shape of Jory, a local man as enigmatic and alluring as the region itself. But she was already married, and knew her husband would never let her find happiness and peace in Jory’s arms. Now as her days are nearing their end, she begs Rosa to go back to Tintagel, but is unwilling, or unable, to tell her why.
Rosa is reluctant – she has a job in London, a deadline that won’t wait and flights of fancy are just not in her nature. Nevertheless, she realises it might be the last thing she will do for her beloved grandmother and agrees to go.
Once in Tintagel, Rosa is challenged to confront secrets of her own, as shocking events threaten to change everything she has ever believed about herself and her family. She also meets a guide to the castle, Talan, a man who bears a striking resemblance to Jory…
Will the past remain cloaked in tragedy, sadness and the pain of unrequited love? Or can Rosa find the courage and strength to embrace the secrets of the past, and give hope to the future?Read More
‘A promise of relentless energy, noise, a lot of madness and probably a lot of drugs, which luckily is exactly what Simon Wan delivers. Bar the drugs’ –RANKIN (the photographer)
‘He goes way beyond passion’ –Fearne Cotton, television and radio presenter
‘I said he should write a book, and he did’ –Eva Pope, actress
‘The big boy with the big bike standing over me had heard I couldn’t feel pain because my Dad was from Hong Kong. I had some kind of invincible power. He’d heard that I really liked hanging out with girls, Chinese burns didn’t work on me, pulling my hair was pointless and if you bit me you’d get soy sauce in your mouth. If I was in his shoes, I admit I’d have been curious as well. Whichever way you looked at it I was going to have to play kiss chase later. The cute brunette girl with the orange walkman knew it, the third prettiest netball player knew it, even the dinner ladies knew it. There was going to be a fight.’
Such is the life of our hero as he negotiates the triple threat of trying to becoming a cheese ball superstar, finding his cartoon princess, and bringing her home for a perfect Christmas roast potato. It’s a life tale of comic disasters, sex (lots of weird sex), relationship nightmares and discovering your nakedness in a world full of people wearing the same old clothes. Honest, warm, funny and very hip, this is David Nicholls with the tears, the pain and the naughty bits put brazenly on display for the world to see.
I thought she looked French. She had a certain swish about her that made me feel funny in my guts. The other boys in my class said they wouldn’t go near her because she’s young and won’t know what to do. I wonder what they thought we should be doing at thirteen years old in the 80’s. The options were yo-yo’s, skateboards, neon laces or Police Academy. Or there was the park. The park after school. I got teased by so many of my friends because I’d want to walk home with girls. The boys wanted to talk about football or fight. I hated football and they were always scared that my secret Chinese mixed blood would equal martial arts death if they messed with me so it was boring and they all smelled musty after a day running around chasing balls.
The young man holding her hand had only allowed me one single frame of existence. It must have been a strong grip. A secret grip of a young man who knows he is about to lose something incredible. I had stolen one single frame of existence and that was all I needed. In that one frame I saw the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. It was as if every single cell in her body was beaming. That single frame was a stolen moment. In that moment she told me her whole life story, what she loved, what she hated, who she wanted to be and that she would fall in love with me the instant I found her again. That single stolen frame of existence was all I needed to be one hundred percent certain that this girl would one day be my wife. I had to find her. My life depended on it.
We wandered around the city chewing sunglasses, following smoke trails and hiding our giggles until it was night. Time flies when you’re flying. In a blink we were standing in front of a boarded up carousel in the centre of the city. A loosely tied rope our only barrier into an unknown realm of firetrucks and one seat jumbo jets. We had to get in. The street lights shone just bright enough through the thin tarpaulin. The world outside forgot it existed. Everything glittered. The diamond shaped bulbs that lined every surface were singing to us. We crammed our bums into any seat that could take it and we became rulers of the secret fun fair, the King and Queen of the merry go round. We knew we couldn’t stay forever. Surely, someone would be coming soon to evict us and put end to our acid adventure so we decided to escape. Summoning the courage to leave and saying goodbye to our favourite funny cars we ran out, tarpaulin flapping behind us. We both stopped dead. We were trapped in a beam of light.
I was a heart broken cheesy rave MC who wanted to be an even cheesier pop star. I decided that flying solo for a while could be good. Get my head down, make the connections. Life was more important then girls, kissing and even love. All love did was fuck you up. I became as jaded as my lucky rabbit. I scoffed at couples. I squeezed my sauce at every pretty girl that had chips to offer and I was greedy. My attitude towards life was “Eat Me”. I was Bart Simpson. I was loose mouthed, annoying, a skateboarder and yellow.Read More
1973, and New Yorker Faith Anderson arrives in England, alone and heavily pregnant. Faith hopes to make a new life for herself and provide a future filled with opportunity for her unborn son. 2003 and Dan has grown distant from his mother, and is a disappointment to himself. Unable to kick-start the stalled nature of his existence, Dan spends his days working in a run-down bookshop, setting the world to rights with his colleague Fiona. At weekends he is often found alone in nightclubs, surrounded by people and life but unable to make a connection with anything he deems important. It takes the arrival of a mysterious and enigmatic stranger to rip Dan from his lethargy; but who is this man and what is his agenda? As truths are dragged into the light and secrets revealed, lives are changed forever. And both Dan and Faith recognise there can be no future without embracing the lessons of the past.Read More
Libby Butler’s life is a mess. Her career as a solicitor in a prestigious London law firm is going nowhere fast, just like the ill-advised affair with her boss. Then a terrifying, life-threatening encounter with the notorious Vampire Killer, a knife-wielding serial murderer, leaves Libby with her courage and confidence shattered.
Desperate to pick up the pieces of her life, duty calls Libby to the cells of a Metropolitan police station in the middle of the night. There she meets mysterious and enigmatic stranger Gabriel Radley, a man on intimate terms with danger and who has a habit of disappearing from police custody. 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 find the Stone she senses a chance at redemption, but unwittingly plunges headfirst into a series of events that threaten to tear her world apart. A cult called The Awakened, a gangland thug and his vicious henchman, a deadly female assassin, a dedicated detective chief inspector and even the Vampire Killer – all become embroiled in the chase for the Stone and influenced by the elemental force that is Gabriel.
As the death toll rises, Libby is forced to face her true self, learn the ultimate value of life and discover the potent significance of the Sleeping Warrior within.
The novel is an action-packed exploration of good versus evil and its blend of realism and fantasy absolutely works. What a debut! One of my favourite reads of the year so far. – Lucy Literati
This is an intriguing blend of crime and urban fantasy with a sassy heroine you’d want on your side in a fight. Atmospheric and captivating. Can’t wait to see what Sara Bain comes up with next – Michael Malone
‘Gothard brilliantly captures real-life moral quandaries with sharp, incisive characters that bristle amongst an urban landscape. His cast love and loathe with equal passion, each trying to make a shifting world fit to their shifting demands. Gothard portrays the unease of postmodern living with a surgical eye for detail in this gripping book. Vibrant and witty, ‘Simon Says’ is a must-read novel by a writer with a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue.’
Simon Templar was named after a suave and heroic man of action, but he seems to lack the finer points of his namesake. Slightly hapless, occasionally hopeless, and prone to being chased by angry strangers, he is the everyman who doesn’t fit. When his drunken father-in-law divulges a shocking truth about the love of Simon’s life and takes away his one chance at happiness, it seems the world will always kick him where it hurts. Yet in the aftermath of this revelation Simon is determined to rebuild his life, hopes and dreams. Or at least have a life, hopes and dreams. With the support of his best buddy Sean, and embracing a dating frenzy that would put a lothario to shame (albeit a not particularly successful lothario), Simon goes on a journey of self-discovery. Can he learn to trust again, and finally understand the true meaning of love?
In the best traditions of Richard Curtis and David Nicholls, Simon says is a wonderful bittersweet comedy of love, life and longing, and the perfect read for any rom-com fan.
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‘Every unknown is a beginning’
Bea lives a simple life residing in a SW London second-hand bookshop. It had been an especially difficult year, first with Bea’s uncle dying, then splitting up with Brandon, her philandering, druggie boyfriend. The shop’s trivial daily conversations, local faces and ordinary calm was all she desired – but that was all about to change.
No-one expects to bump into supernatural beings, let alone two opposing sects of a forgotten race. Bea’s quiet existence turns into turmoil as she slowly starts to unravel a secret past, a lost history in which love, revenge, betrayal, magic, power and karma are not mere cycles of a soul, but a sacred journey upon a web of many possibilities.
The future is not set in stone, and the choices that Bea makes ripple through the cosmos. As the secret unfolds she realises that no matter what form your soul takes there are consequences for your actions in which time has no relevance – we call it karma, they call it Vororbla.
Will she cope with the heartbreak and truths revealed before her? What would you do if your very existence came into question?
Join Bea on her journey as she uncovers the truth of her past via a carpet of purple flowers.
When is the second book out? – Chris, Surrey, UK.
“I love the way Alcina shows how the key protagonists are altruistic and yet deeply flawed. It reminded me of the famous St Augustine quote, “Lord, let me be pure but not yet.” She does a marvellous job with this conundrum.” – Deirdre Quiery
Tiago’s had enough of corporate life. He’s going to be a saint.
Ruthless and rich, a seal-pup cute young Turk of the trading floor, he’s got killer plans to restore global economic justice that will get him a harp to set off his Tom Ford suit.
But lovesick Tiago can’t get started until he’s convinced urbane art dealer Raphael Davide they’d make a fantastic power couple.
Raphael’s a slave to beauty with his own designs on the undeserving rich – but his suave exterior belies a brittle heart. His bluestocking sister Clara and her husband Rob would lay down their lives to protect him. And Raphael’s reluctant ex, cracked rocket scientist Tomas Paul Gosele, may know enough about Tiago’s grubby past to blow everything sky high.
Our hero needs friends he can trust. Good job his new neighbour Amelia Postthridge seems a nice enough girl, as gene stackers go. But Amelia’s an apple-obsessed tadpole torturer who prefers trees to people – and she’ll chew up Tiago and spit out the pips to achieve her own plans.
Beauty, Love and Justice is Alcina Faraday’s compelling debut tale of love, ambition, honesty and deceit and is available NOW!
BOOK REVIEW – “BEAUTY, LOVE & JUSTICE” – ALCINA FARADAY
By Deirdre Quiery
Alcina Faraday is a scientist and business woman who, with her novel “Beauty, Love and Justice” invites the reader to sink into a world of paradox where culture and debauchery are sides of a single coin. The novel describes the complexity of the search innate within the human psyche to know what is beauty, to find true love and to act with justice to restore harmony in a world shaken, flawed and distorted by inequality.
These great themes are explored through the searching for love by the principal characters – Rafael, an artist and, Tiago a trader on the floor of the seedy world of business. As the world shakes from the aftershock of the global crisis of 2008, Alcina through her characters is visceral in her ability to convey the emptiness of a world which puts profit and self-centred gain ahead of our potential for beauty, love and justice. I particularly liked the scene when Tiago brings Rafael to his Office beside the trading floor and Alcina captures the depression of people caught in a world of making money and where in doing so, they have lost their souls. Small touches like the debris of an Office environment, the shabbiness where people spend most of their lives is a powerful in contrast against a world which is beautiful.
I love the way Alcina shows how the key protagonists are altruistic and yet deeply flawed. It reminded me of the famous St Augustine quote, “Lord, let me be pure but not yet.” She does a marvellous job with this conundrum. Tiago in particular is convincing in his high ideals for love and beauty yet his difficulty in extracting himself from a world of sensual desire and dissipation. The image which came to my mind was one of a fly being attracted to a sticky fly trap. Once its legs have landed on that roll of sticky paper – how difficult it is for it to be once again free.
I found Rafael’s anger realistic. Alcina through her characters and plot, raises awareness in the reader’s mind of how easily the best intentions for justice become derailed by self-righteousness and anger. There is ugliness in anger which is the opposite of what her characters aspire to in their pursuit of beauty. This is one of the key strengths in the novel – Alcina’s ability to enter into a world of paradox which I really enjoyed. The reader finds themselves asking “What is beauty?” Is it the beauty of body or mind? Rafael’s looks are fading. Tiago’s will also with time. Is there a beauty which goes beyond physical beauty and is eternal? What does it look like? What is love? How does it relate to sexual desire? How does human love differ from Divine love and desire?
Alcina finds a golden thread which spins Tiago, Rafael, Thomas Paul, Clara and Rob into a web of relationships which connect to what is most human in us and also to what is most Divine. I felt the call of the ancient Greeks asking us not to forget the depths of our human heritage our capacity for beauty, love and justice, bouncing off the greed and corruption of a trading floor.
Looking forward to the sequel!
Being Someone is a life story, a love story, a human story.
James has fallen through life, plotting a course of least resistance, taking each day as it comes and waiting for that indefinable ‘something’ to turn up, to give his story meaning. His journey lacks one vital element – a fellow traveller.
Then he meets Lainey. Confident. Beautiful. Captivating. And James rewrites himself to win her heart. Lainey gives James a reason to grow, paints a bright future, promises the happy ending he has sought so keenly. But when we discover we can live the greatest story of all, are we able to share the pages with someone else?
Being Someone is an emotive tale of love, of self-discovery and adventure – a story of the eternal search for happiness in another, without ultimately losing ourselves.
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The book was launched at an event at Clerkenwell Gallery, and was covered by Tatler in the Bystander section.Read More
Last night I was breaking all the rules, making up new ones.
Me, a wild bunch of one, trailing a blaze of glory, saying, yes, tonight, I’m living on a prayer. I was winging it, squaring off with fate, dialling my date with destiny, letting my ego write the cheques, going eye to eye, punch for punch, drink for drink with the ruffian that is life.
And when I was done, there was no need to look back in anger, because when I was done I couldn’t look back at all.
Meet Samuel Grant. He’s trying to work a few things out.
Remember that time when Twitter sounded like an insult, no one had a Facebook page, and Britney Spears still looked innocent in pig tails?
Remember to Breathe is a rom-com trip set to a retro beat, for anyone who’s ever partied like it was 1999. And woken to realise that the last tequila was unwise.
Remember to Breathe invites you to enjoy the highs and lowly lows of Samuel Grant’s life as he ushers in the new century in his own inimitable style. Join Samuel as he feels the rhythm of London’s pulse, and often finds he dances with two left feet.
Do you want to meet Samuel Grant? You might even like him. Here are what we’re lovingly calling our favourite ‘Samuel’s’ – pearls of wisdom on just about any subject:
It was the tequila that did it. Tequila is spiteful, two-faced, sweet as pie when you’re saying hi, paying your monies and throwing ‘em back, but nasty in a metal fangs kind of way when last night’s fun-lovin’ fast-forwards into next day’s buggering regret. I tell you, Tequila is unwise.
It’s like everyone’s occupying their usual temporal plain, and then there’s Me, Outer Limiting, tingling away, a slight flush-on, occupying a dimension just out of synch with everyone else. I wonder, could I walk through people if I tried? Shall I give it a go?
Man, I would so love to introduce the smell of napalm on a Monday. Such a shame I can’t order in the jets, put All These Feckers out of their unrealised misery. Venue: Meeting Room 9, and instead of Agent Orange, just a serious ordering of Brutal Truth: Mondays are one seventh of my life. If it is bollocks on which the world turns, I fear we may have reached a point where perhaps we are all just spinning in the void, riding this one big revolving testicle.
Friday’s “Working Lunch” is at The Avenue on St James’s Street. It’s a bit like eating in an art installation, a White-Out affair that tries for a So-Serious NYC feel, but is occupied by Daddy’s Girls wearing pashmina’s and too many Pin Stripes worn by too many people called Hugo.
There’s a bit of Samuel Grant in all of us – find out how much by taking the Samuel Grant questionnaire now and win your very own copy of the book.
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