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Today I’m on the ‘Tales from the Coffee Pot’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Jim writes dark psychological/thrillers, Horror and YA books that have endings you won’t see coming, and favours stories packed with wit. He has written over a dozen novels and many more short-stories spanning many genres.
Jim has a very strange sense of humour and is often considered a little odd. When not writing he will be found playing the drums, watching football and eating chocolate. He lives with his long-suffering wife, three beautiful children and two indignant cats in Swindon, Wiltshire UK.
For the first time, the best of Jim Ody’s published short-stories are together in one anthology, including four previously unreleased.
Twelve twisted tales that touch on psychological/thriller, horror and YA, including:
A detective sent to a travelling circus to find a missing boy; A guy with a mysterious trunk must meet a stranger at a motel to survive; A doll turns up and becomes a little girl’s best friend. Then things turn strange; A surprise birthday party is memorable, if only the birthday boy survives; and a group of orphans find the world is about to end…
1 The Reveal
2 A Moth in The Jar
3 The I-Scream Van
4 Teaching Tom
5 Boat Trip
6 The Trunk
7 The Day
8 A Doll Named Sasha
9 Surprise Party
10 The Orphans
11 Hide & Seek
12 Virgin Women From Outta Space
My reverie was brought to an abrupt end by my secretary Mona, a rather apt name if ever there was one, who said sharply, “Quit daydreaming, Caper! She’s not worth it.”
Through the imaginary pale blue smoke that ceased to float up toward the damp, stained ceiling, I saw her scowling at me. Mona could be very pretty if she didn’t scowl so much. However, scowling to Mona is like Batman and crime –always battling but neither is far from the other.
“As you did not witness the fair maiden in question, any such comment should be disregarded by the jury, as it’s inadmissible in this court,” I replied, and indignantly stuck the cigar in my mouth for another fake puff. I make no apologies for these actions which I consider medium-cool without the health risks.
Mona sighed, and this was a sign that she was about to lecture me so I made a mental note to shut my ears and hide in my mind’s own version of Narnia until the wicked ordeal was over. “How many times in the last month has this happened, huh? Three or four times. And that’s in the last month! Every time an attractive woman has the misfortune to look at your sorry mug, you get all… all… weird, and then what happens?”
I was not going to answer her. I would not be pulled into her web of lies. I stopped short of putting my fingers in my ears and repeating, “Lalalalala!” Mona doesn’t favour my brand of humour.
“You’ll never see her again! Not even a fleeting glance. That thing in your trousers is not a lucky charm, sunshine!” I thought that was a matter of opinion.
“Is there a point to this or are you just testing your vocal cords?” I mumbled, my mask of Clint Eastwood cool slipping ever so slightly.
She shook her head, and although I looked away, I knew there was some eye-rolling going on there. “And it’s that sort of remark that keeps them away, Caper!”
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