2 The freezing wind came howling off the North Sea baring vicious teeth. It rushed over hedge and wall driving life out of all living things. It drove snow up the estuary of the River Stour to the town of Manningtree and slammed frozen flakes onto every surface that got in the way. It scythed round the houses, cutting through cracks and gaps, making the flames on tallow candles shiver and shrink. Christ’s Mass of 1644 had been celebrated barely two weeks earlier and yet the winter got w...

Dear Laurence Outlined below is my second novel, Cape Crusader, that I would like you to consider representing. Cape Crusader is a blend of history, action and comedy; Young Winston with generous pinches of Bond and Bean. It is a mixture of fact and fiction and is the second volume in a series I am writing. The book is set in 1899 at the zenith of Empire and takes the reader from England to Cape Town in what was then called Cape Province. From there we travel by train across the Great Karoo ...

Dear Susanna Outlined below is my first novel Cairo To Khartoum that I would like you to consider representing. Cairo To Khartoum is a blend of history, action and comedy; Young Winston with generous pinches of Bond and Bean. The book is set in 1898 at the height of Empire and takes the reader across the Mediterranean, up the Nile and across the baking sands of the Sudan with General Kitchener as he prepares for the decisive battle against the Dervish Horde at Omdurman. Into this arena are th...

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The letter said a meeting had been arranged for Ms Jane Murray at Her Majesty’s Prison Brightwell on the 22nd of February at 10 o’clock in the morning. Please respond by filling out the tear off slip and posting it in the prepaid envelope. It went on to say that Her Majesty’s Prison Service would appreciate a prompt response. Dr. Hilary Thomas, the psychiatrist I’d been assigned to, came up with the idea. At first I was definite. No and, over my dead body. Doctor Thomas persisted. ‘The meetin...

And there she was one day in May Head bowed with bright blue Pixie hat. The head is hung in shame though As if apologising for the imposition. She is most welcome But no amount of praise changes her mind. She has such a long slender cygnet neck Simultaneously fragile and strong. It bends gently with the subtle breeze Her forlorn head trailing in the wake. She looks ever so sad. But no amount of praise changes her mind. What a fabulous emerald skirt she wears. A multitude of shiny proud waxed ...

When Dave gets home I'm going to be here on the bed, naked, ready and waiting for him, with all my blonde hair spread out on the pillows like a fan. I'm a natural blonde I'll have you know, right down to my roots. When he comes in I’ll shout down the stairs. “I'm up here babes." He’ll know the tone in my voice and come running up the stairs like the Devil’s after him. Just to tease him I'll let him watch me use my vibrator. That'll turn him on, always does; and he'll take all his clothes off ...