FINDING NEW VOICES
DEFINING NEW GENRES
’50 is the new 30 – haven’t you heard?’ Or so says Ben Wilde’s record producer on the eve of his comeback. If only Ben could win back ex-girlfriend, Kate, he’d be a happy man. But married Kate has moved on, and moved out – to Eden Hill, a quiet housing estate in the suburbs. Lonely and homesick for London, can Kate resist ego-maniac Ben’s advances and save her own flagging marriage?
Streets away, Kate’s new friend Lisa, a Chihuahua toting ex-WAG, is primed for a fresh start – until her footballer ex-husband is found dead and she is vilified in the gutter press. But Kate, Lisa and Ben aren’t the only ones having a midlife crisis; local shop owner Martin dreams of escaping his dutiful marriage, and develops an unhealthy obsession with Lisa and her friends in Eden Hill.
Alongside a colourful cast of friends and family, Kate, Lisa, Ben and Martin are living proof that older does not always mean wiser because in Eden Hill, there’s temptation around every corner.Read More
“I actually held my breath.” – Rachel Genn, author of The Cure
“… a character who generates anger and disgust in the reader, and yet is entirely captivating, and whose success the reader urgently cares about. This is powerful, and at times heart-breaking writing.” – Jane Rogers, author of Mr Wroe’s Virgins and The Testament of Jessie Lamb
Twenty-one year old Violet Kale has fallen out of love with life. A dissolute figure she drifts along with her friend Lisa (mother of a baby daughter Maria), reluctant to take responsibility for anything except her own pleasure.
When Violet wakes up after a 3-day drug and alcohol binge to the sound of her friend’s baby Maria crying with hunger, on a whim she steals Maria away, heading on a journey to a new land, and seeing in the child a chance of a new future, and a hope for salvation…
A Monster by Violet is Laura Wake’s stunning debut novel – emotive, gripping and highly original, this is a compelling read.Read More
‘A powerful, thought-provoking collection’ –Polly Courtney, author & broadcaster
‘To The Lions takes an honest and raw look at the pain in human relationships. It is a personal collection with universal themes. The imagery takes your breath away.’ –Josie-Anne Gray, The Dock
‘To The Lions is a dark, hard – hitting collection with a strong sense of yearning and loss’ –Paul D. Brazill, author of A Case Of Noir and Guns Of Brixton
In this third collection of poetry from talented Claire Meadows we see the writer revisit some of the themes she explored in Gold After, a collection that had an intense and at times harrowing quality about it. To The Lions is no less an intense collection and challenges the reader with its unflinching journey through painful places. The result is worth the challenge as the language is powerful, taut and inventive throughout and the collection has a pleasing unity and sense of completeness.
The amazing cover image of To the Lions is called ‘Silencio’ and was created by the incredibly talented Diana Haze
The latest review is from To Die For:
What do we want from artists? The same thing we want from ourselves: courage. Claire Meadows writes with an utterly exhilarating bravery. She knows full well that a truly lived live, and a genuinely felt love, involve being vulnerable to a tremendous dose of suffering. She presents her feelings with an unmediated, unadorned rawness that serves as a wake up call to being alive. We are nakedly bidden to leave our comfort zone and experience life as the brutal, erotic, exhilarating mess that we all secretly know it to be. If you want to remember how to feel, instead of coldly trying to think your way through life, I muchly recommend you dip or dive into this beautiful, twisted and blazingly redemptive selection of postcards from the inner sanctum.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
Steven Berkoff has never been one to shy away from a controversial subject –Daisy Bowie Sell, Time Out
Surely publishing the novel will expose Berkoff to everyone, critics and all? ‘Oh yes, once it’s out there, let them all read it. It’s just a little foible of mine because I wanted to write a rude book. So I thought, why not write something, have no fear? Just be free. It doesn’t matter if people loathe you or hate you or find you disgusting; it doesn’t matter.’ –Evening Standard
Once read..never forgotten. I finished it a week ago and my mind is still vibrating with its impact. A rare achievement in these days of spoon-fed mass-appeal common denominator dross..Berkoff hits full pelt..and the world is richer for it –Claire Meadows, poet and founder of After Nyne
John is an actor. He is a man. A man who wants. A man who needs. A man who takes. And he takes from those who always expect him to give. To give them love, loyalty, affection – to give them his soul, his loyalty, his life. Why can’t they just let him thrive? Why can’t they understand the desires and passions that drive him? Why is he a man alone? John has crossed the line from performance to reality, from stage to street, from imagination to visceral breath – and he needs to wrest control before all is lost. Challenging themes that haunt the Berkoff canon are ever-present in this startling novel: his luxurious verbosity; his counterpoint of crude street patter and elegiac proclamation; sex wars; class wars; dislocation and abandonment of love in a thankless and unyielding world. This is a powerful, divisive and brutally honest novel that will inspire, enrage and provoke – and live on long after the final word.Read More
Tess Rosa Ruiz is a powerful new voice on the American literary scene, redolent of Kerouac and Rollins in a battle of words. Freefall into Us is a compelling collection of unique poetry and prose that provides an emotional mosaic of the path of relationships. This is a raw and visceral insight into how women and men desire, need, want – and ultimately love each other – in the most beautiful, passionate and honest ways.
The carefully structured flow of poetry and short stories provides the reader with a constantly challenging and engaging snapshot of humanity, leading them through different stages of desire, sex, lust, obsession and passion in adult relationships. These are the feelings we have all felt, but are often afraid to voice. Freefall into the words and perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll recognise a piece of you.
“Boooooom! Reading Tess Rosa Ruiz’s words sends you hurtling headlong into her world of raw emotion and pinpoint human detail. The reader resides in the same room as the characters and events, experiencing every nuance of the unfolding dramas. Rosa Ruiz’s style is stripped down to the emotive essentials and delivers the real deal – it’s happening now! Fast! Urgent! Cutting! And then the bombshell hits, and the reader is greater, richer and rewarded with deep insight into the pain, anguish and joy of the very real characters.
This is a rollercoaster of a read from a no-nonsense writer who is unafraid to use words to strip her characters naked and bare before the reader, adeptly identifying the emotions that drive us. Tess Rosa Ruiz is clearly a writer to watch – follow the shine and be dazzled. ”
Martin Skate, bestselling author of The Spike Collection
“Provocative stories that are earthy, sensual and compelling along with prose that makes you think. Tess Rosa Ruiz is a writer worth watching”
Paul LaRosa, Emmy-Award winning writer and producer
“Tess Rosa Ruiz grabs you by the scruff of your neck and the back of your belt and flings you into her world. A world full of fabulous imagery, combined with all the drama you can stand.”
Louis Romano, Novelist & Poet
“Tess Rosa Ruiz delivers a powerful and vivid collection of masterfully woven tales that will stay with you long after you have read the final word. She is an explosive and provocative new talent who blurs the line between fantasy and reality in ways that many hope for but few achieve. Ignore her literary prowess at your own risk.”
Ian Lowell, author of Son of Sam Was My Catcher and Other Bronx Tales
“In this way I was able to come home, to smile, to be relieved and even happy … until the bitter, incessant nag in the groin came again, and I lay there in torment next to a body I couldn’t begin to touch, couldn’t begin to go near. And we both lay there under the thundering darkness waiting for sleep, waiting to be carried to another domain where the sirens and the nymphs touch and caress you in sweet dreams.”
John is an actor. He is a man. A man who wants. A man who needs. A man who takes. And he takes from those who always expect him to give. To give them love, loyalty, affection – to give them his soul, his loyalty, his life. Why can’t they just let him thrive? Why can’t they understand the desires and passions that drive him? Why is he a man alone? John has crossed the line from performance to reality, from stage to street, from imagination to visceral breath – and he needs to wrest control before all is lost.
Challenging themes that haunt the Berkoff canon are ever-present in this startling novel: his luxurious verbosity; his counterpoint of crude street patter and elegiac proclamation; sex wars; class wars; dislocation and abandonment of love in a thankless and unyielding world. This is a powerful, divisive and brutally honest novel that will inspire, enrage and provoke – and live on long after the final word.
Sod the Bitches! is published, order your copy now!!Read More
1974/5: After the ‘Revolution of the Carnations’, Portugal is transformed into a communist state. Capitalists are ruthlessly persecuted and the liberated Portuguese colony of Angola is thrust into one of the bloodiest civil wars in history. The fabled Angolan diamond mines are closed down, but not before a group of refugees escape with a hoard of the precious gems. Their lives promise wealth and success, but a legacy of revenge and greed will eventually find them all, with fatal consequences…..
2008: A millionaire businessman drowns in the swimming pool of his mansion in Marbella; a wealthy Frenchman is killed while skiing in the Swiss Alps; and a Portuguese playboy and a prostitute are found murdered together in a seedy New York apartment.
The series of seemingly unconnected deaths sets two women – Jenny Bishop, a young English widow, and Angolan born Leticia da Costa – on a terrifying journey into the past to revisit the Portuguese revolution and the Angolan civil war. Together they begin to unlock a 30 year old mystery that promises to change their lives forever – if they survive to reveal the truth.
THE ANGOLAN CLAN takes the reader on a heart-stopping roller coaster ride, from past to present and back again. It is a deadly intercontinental treasure hunt laced with secrets, deceit and murder. The prize is a fortune in Angolan diamonds…..or death at the hands of a pathological killer.
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