My New Series: Breakout (Space Outlaw Book 1) Preview Chapters

My new series is out!

You can grab the first two books now at Amazon or read on for a sample of the first couple of chapters

Book 1- Breakout- Amazon US/Amazon U.K,Amazon CA,Amazon AUS

Book 2- Stranded-Amazon US/Amazon. UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AUS

Chapter one

The bass from the car speakers threatened to blow a hole through his chest.

He could feel it pounding against his eardrums like war drums readying him for battle.

It put him on edge.

He shouldn’t be.

Not now.

Not right before one of the most important nights of his life.

He had to stay sharp for what he was about to do.

What he needed to do.

For them at least.

“What?” shouted the driver.

“I said turn it down!” said Phoenix.

The driver gave Phoenix a shake of the head as if his passenger were out of his mind and continued on, speakers still bleeding sound.

Reaching across, Phoenix stabbed the off button with more force than he intended. As his finger sank deep into the dashboard, the button remained buried in a permanent off state.

“Bro! Do you know how much this car cost?” the driver demanded.

Phoenix turned to look directly at the driver. Casting a steely gaze his way, he said nothing.

“What?” asked the driver with a shrug.

Still not responding, Phoenix just continued to stare.

The driver kept his gaze straight ahead, refusing to face Phoenix. Mouth twitching from side to side, he began to drum a beat with his fingers along the steering wheel.

“Look, I know it was loud but you didn’t have to break my shit. That’s all I was saying.”

Phoenix allowed a small grunt to escape his lips before he turned to stare out the tinted car window. He watched as the late night London life passed them by.

Drunks shouted in what they thought was English to one another.

Girls in shoes that were too high tried to stay upright as they put the Leaning Tower of Pisa to shame.

Kids sat on street corners eating two-piece chicken and chips, their hoodies shadowing their faces like the cloak of the Grim Reaper.

“You know the plan?”

The driver let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Sucking his teeth, he replied, “Yeah, man. I know the plan.”

“You don’t sound all that convincing.  I don’t want to spend my time locked up like those other fools you know. Or should I say knew,” said Phoenix

“I know the plan, man.”

Phoenix stared once again through the window. They were nearly there.

Pulling a balaclava over his face, Phoenix secured it so no features could be seen.

As the car slowly rolled to a stop, Phoenix looked across to his partner. He held out his hand, and the heavy weight of a firearm sank into his palm. Wrapping his hands around it he simply nodded the driver’s way.

“Time to get that money.”

* * *

Phoenix kept his head low as he walked through the door of a convenience store, which was located on the corner of the street. Hood pulled over his head, he kept his frame small so he wouldn’t be detected.

Walking low through the aisles of the shop, he knew where the cameras and overhead mirrors were positioned. Phoenix wanted as little evidence of him on record as possible. Making his way towards the front of the store, his head snapped back and forth.

Good. It was empty.

Packets of sweets and fizzy drinks offered to cure him of his hunger and thirst, but he wasn’t interested.

Newspapers and magazines promised to get rid of any boredom that he might have. And if his gaze traveled further up, magazines of a different nature offered to cure him of those lonely nights.

He walked slowly so he could assess the situation. His footsteps trod lightly, until he was at his destination. Facing the shop counter, he waited for his victim to turn.

Standing with his back to him, the shop owner was a portly man no taller than five-eight. His greasy, jet-black hair was slicked back in what he thought was the latest style of the day. But he either didn’t get the right memo or failed to read it properly.

The shop owner turned around and fell backwards, hand clenched to his chest as he looked upon Phoenix in shock. “What do you want?”

“A kiss. What does it look like, fool?” said Phoenix.

“You don’t scare me with your bully act. You do know who I am! Don’t you?”

“I don’t care who you are. Hand it over.”

The shopkeeper blew wind through his lips and gave Phoenix a sad shake of his head. “You’re dead. You know that, don’t you?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he kept on shaking his head as his shoulders rocked with laughter.

Phoenix let out a heavy sigh and pulled out the handgun buried inside his hoodie. Pointing it forward, he faced the shop owner with deadpan eyes.

“I know who you are, Abdul. I know what sort of game you play. I know this isn’t your first rodeo. But let me inform you of this. You have money that I want. Dirty money. Filthy money. Money that should be burned and never touched again. But right now, that doesn’t matter to me. Right now, I need that filthy cash a lot more than you do. So, hand. It. Over.”

Abdul took a step forward and looked at Phoenix with narrowed eyes. “I know you,” he whispered. “It’s Phoenix, isn’t it?

Slamming the butt of the gun into the bridge of Abdul’s nose, Phoenix heard a satisfying crack as bone broke under metal. Abdul staggered backwards, holding his nose in both hands as he yowled in pain. Abdul tried to blink back the tears that filled his vision, but failed. As he wiped a sleeve across his eyes, the shop owner saw Phoenix still standing there with his hand outstretched.

“I am not going to ask again. Stop being a dickhead and do as I say,” said Phoenix.

“You must be out of your mind! This will only end badly for you. This will only end in your suffering! This will only end.” Getting another pistol-whipping across the face, Abdul was about to collapse to the floor but was only saved by grabbing onto the shop counter.

“From where I’m standing, it looks like the day is only going to end badly for you. And get worse the longer this carries on. Now I don’t want to, but I can start blowing off pieces of you if you would rather I do that. So what’s it going to be?”

Abdul looked at Phoenix with quickly swelling, puffy eyes. Grinding his teeth as if into dust, he debated what he should do.

Phoenix pointed the gun at one of Abdul’s arms. Backing up quickly, Abdul held both hands in front of him. “Okay, okay, okay. Give me a minute.”

“You have less than that and counting.”

Abdul turned his back to Phoenix and pulled down a water painting of himself. Fitted into the wall behind it was a safe. Covering the combination with his hands, he entered in the right code. With an audible click, the safe door slid open, revealing its contents.

Phoenix let out a low whistle and smiled. “Abdul, Abdul, Abdul. Who’s been a busy boy then?”

Taking out one stack of money after another, Abdul placed them on the counter.

“Put it in a bag. I can’t carry all of that by hand, now can I?” snapped Phoenix.

Abdul gave Phoenix a look that could have pinned his soul to the wall. He yanked a plastic bag from behind him and began to stuff it with money.

“Is that everything?” Phoenix asked, looking behind the shopkeeper.

“Yes.”

“You sure, Abdul? I wouldn’t like to think you’re holding out on me.”

Without a reply, Abdul simply stared.

Phoenix gave the shopkeeper a slight nod and turned on his heel, making his way for the exit. His attention snapped to a mirror in the top corner of the shop. What he saw there turned his blood cold. Diving for cover behind a row of shelves, Phoenix tucked and rolled just as the first gunshot went off.

“You think I’m joking! Don’t you? You thought this was going to be easy! Well, you were wrong!” Abdul screamed.

Phoenix pulled a jumbo packet of sweets to one side. Looking through the hole created, he could see Abdul holding a shotgun that looked bigger than him. Tucking himself in so he was a smaller target, Phoenix tried to come up with a plan.

Bang!

As a shop window shattered from friendly fire, Phoenix watched in disbelief as his getaway driver sped off, back wheels burning rubber.

“That…argh…” Phoenix muttered under his breath.

One option down.

Which meant that he had to come up with another one fast.

“Abdul! Lets talk about this like fine gentlemen!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fine! Be that way!”

Phoenix rolled out from his hiding place and fired off a few shots wildly. He didn’t care where they went; he just needed them to give him time. Getting to his feet, he made his way towards the back of the shop and hit the back door with his shoulder. It flew open just as a shot showered food over him. Keeping his head low, Phoenix made his way through one doorway after the next. Shoving boxes out of the way, he heard a door slam open behind him. As he ducked down, a boom went off behind him as bits of mortar showered onto his head.

Phoenix didn’t check if he was hit. He didn’t have time. Pointing the gun behind him, he let off a volley of shots.

Phoenix dove through the last door, where he found himself in an alleyway. Spotting a dumpster resting against the far wall, he ran over to it and wheeled it against the door. It wouldn’t hold for long, but the extra minute it gave him would be enough.

Running towards the end of the alley, Phoenix came across a high, chain-link fence. Ascending it as quickly as possible, he breathed in and out to calm his heart rate down.

“Well, that could have been worse–”

That was when the sound of police sirens filled the very air around him.33

England my heart goes out to you

England my heart goes out to you. In this time of darkness, in this time of strife, I want us all to remember that we are living in the greatest time in history that there has ever been.

Seventy-five years ago the world was at war.

A hundred years ago, women were dying in child birth and didn’t have the vote.

A hundred and fifty years ago slavery had just ended.

And the time after that, death, disease, lack of modern medicine, and lack of knowledge.

All the knowledge you want, is at your fingertips. You can learn anything you want, all you have to do is go out and find the information.

No matter what the media says, remember.

This is the greatest time to be alive!

Longevity over everything else

The time for my latest launch is nearly upon us. Well, when I say nearly, what I really mean is in a month and a bit. The closer I get to that deadline the more I want to see what happens, but its also the time where self doubt starts to creep in.

Doubt about how good the books in the new series really are.

Doubts about if it will make any money or will it just be a flop.

Doubts that I may get all one star reviews and people will hate it.

All authors have doubts. Some more than others. I place myself on the very start of the scale, as in I care a little bit, how people will take my books but not really. Once I like what I produce and I’m happy with it, I really don’t care what people think too much. Now don’t take that as I don’t take criticism well, because I do. If a reader highlights something that I can improve on, then I will look into it.

But if it’s just this book is shit! Then I really can’t work with that. Either give me a clear and precise point or fuck off!

But the reason I am writing this blog, is because in the mist of fear we tend to take the easy shortcuts. Be it a quick scheme to make money, or a choice that will give us quicker results.

But what we should always go for, is longevity.

Leaving a legacy is all we as artist should care about. It shouldn’t be what genre I can write in quickly, or how I can make a quick buck.

It should be the path that you can see yourself staying on for the next five to ten years.

The double L’s, is the name of the game.

Longevity + legacy= Success

This new series I am writing in, is a book that I saw missing in a genre that was all about the gadgets and not about the characters. In the sci-fi genre, I have only read a handful of series that made me happy. I love guardians of the galaxy and firefly, but there was nothing like that in book form, so instead of complaining I tackled the topic head on.

Now, the reason that these books don’t exist, is because the audience simply isn’t there for them. If that’s the case there is not much I can do. But till I try, I shall never know, and I shall always be wondering.

Better to do, then to wonder.

As Osho once said- Instead of stopping to think if you should jump off, jump off, and then you’ll have all the time you need to think on your way down.

Anyway

 

Until next time

Good Morning

Good Evening

Good Night

Success

If you’re an indie author, then you know the fascination with earning 10K a month. It’s something a lot of authors aspire to because it resonates with success in their eyes.

But to me thats a really big goal to aim for, right off the bat.

Not many lawyers, doctors, or people in those sorts of professions make 10k a month. When you add up the years of studying, working underpaid, and the like, its just mind boggling. They have put in the time. They have earned their paycheque.

To think that any author should do that in in a year or less is insulting.

Respect the arts, respect the profession.

Don’t think I’m standing on my high horse looking down on everyone else, I used to think the same. I think it stems from keeping up with the Jones’s.  You see one author making bank, so you question why ain’t you to.

You see one author hitting the top 100, and you read the book they’ve wrote and your not impressed. But things sale for a reason, whatever that reason may be.

Every time the above thought creeps into my head, I have to remind myself of that.

When it comes down to it, how much do you really need to be happy?

I’ve come up with a figure, and its 50-70K a year after taxes.

There was a study that was done, that all human needs can be met after earning 70K. If you earn anymore, than you won’t notice a huge level of happiness. The baseline as it were, was 70k.

So that for me is my goal.

That for me would be life changing money. When I left school, I never thought I would see that sort of yearly paycheque, and for me to get it by doing something I love; I would bite your arm off and chew it raw.

70K a year is just over 5K and change a month. (That is without taking away taxes) I could live quite easily on that type of money, I could travel, I could have a comfortable life, I could go to the gym when I wanted. I could live a life of peace.

I could see the world.

Awww, just thinking about it now makes me smile.

When authors talk about making 10K a month, to make them happy, it’s not the money they need to worry about, its all the bills that they have to pay.

Down size and simplify your life.

The more things you own the more things own you.

Experiences over possessions any day of the week.

Anyway,

Until next time

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Good Evening

Good Night

Three months later

I did promise to update this blog, every week on what I was doing… well it didn’t really work out like that.

As you can very well see by the dates on the last post and this one, you will notice a fair time has passed, since I posted anything.

The reason for this?

I have been busy.

I noticed something interesting in the writing indie community. Those who talk the most, in blog post, forum’s such has Kboards, are usually the writers who haven’t done anything to further their business.

You can see it from posters who post comments every day, at hundreds of words a clip who go six months to a year between releases. Then they are the first to tell you that, the gold rush is over. You can’t make a full time living at this anymore, and blah, blah, blah.

If you watch the actions of people, who are making money at this, then you’ll hardy ever see a post from them. From Lindsay Buroker, Mark Dawson, Chris Fox, Michael Anderle, any of these big hitters are busy doing something to further their brand. Making some other content that will get them in front of readers eyes. From promo’s to admin type shit, to writing. They are too busy to entertain thoughts of failure.

Too busy to care what the latest KDP payout is for that month.

Their one and only goal is hard, crippling work. Each put out more than five books a year. Each knows that nothing will sell a book better than the next one.

This is nothing new!

But yet people still complain.

Each and every author from the above, didn’t hit it out of the blocks, with their first book. Heavy hitters such as Hugh Howey was on his five or six book, before Wool took off. This was during the early days of kindle when all you had to do, was release a book to make money.

Patience and hard work will get you to any goal. No matter how far off it may seem.

Lindsay Buroker is sort of a secret mentor to me. Her advice is always on point, always easy to follow.

She is a self-confessed lazy author, in that she doesn’t do much promo’s and facebook ad’s isn’t really her thing. But she does believe in putting out books. In the six or seven odd years since she first published her first book, Linsday has put out forty plus novels.

In interviews, she has stated that there where other authors who were making more than her. Other authors who had bigger list than hers. But she stuck to her guns and released book after book. Now she is making a six figure income, and her latest book is number 458 in the amazon.us store.

I bet any money in a year or two, she will be hitting a seven figure income. Don’t be surprised she hits that this year.

That’s all it takes.

Hard work. Writing every day. Publishing more than three books a year.

So sorry if I haven’t been as active on here has I said. I have a mission in mind to go full time, by Dec31st this year. And that means writing more fiction words.

I will post here and update, what I am doing a bit more regularly, but for the time being the one post a week may be a bit much. Maybe not, we’ll see.

Until next time

Good Morning

Good Evening

Good Nights

Speaker of the dead!

I finished speaker of the dead this week by Orson Scott Card, and while I think Enders game was a better book. This novel was simply brilliant. Nothing major happened in it. There was no planet defining battles. There were no explosions. There was no great war. There was no evil bad guy.

Thinking about it now, there really wasn’t a protagonist in the real sense that we know it to be. But I’ll get onto that later. For anyone new to the game of writing, and I mean you haven’t  got ten years under your belt, this book is a great read to see how to keep a reader engaged just by human emotions.

This book for me is the most literary book I have read in a while, I think the last one before that was the Kite Runner which was four years ago. Shit maybe more. But anyway this book to me was more literary than that.

I think people get caught up in the trap that literary books can only be about past or current events. There can’t be any aliens, there can’t be any spaceships, there can’t be any magic swords or rings.

But Orson for me anyway, has shown that you can have space and aliens and still make the book thought provoking.

It was masterful how each characters real enemy was themselves.

And that’s what as human beings we struggle most with right? Just getting out of our way. Just trying not to fuck up long enough so we actually get to our goal. And this book had that in spades.

Halfway through when I saw that there was no real war. No real actual violent conflict about to take place, I thought I would be bored. But nah, I kept on reading, because Orson had me invested in the characters simple life’s.

(By the way I have heard people call him by Scot. So I don’t know if that’s what he likes to be called.)

I think Orson, highlighted in such a beautiful way what it means to be human, by showing us our flaws when compared to the other alien race in the book.

The book was slow for me to read, because it didn’t flow as easily as I would like a book to. Some books are great wines, some are water, some are spirits.

I like my books to be a lot plainer to read. Less condense.

It’s the difference in reading a hard sci-fi book, to say something called Monster Hunter.

(I know that may not make sense. But writers and hardcore readers will understand where I’m coming from.)

All in all,

It was a cool book.

But I don’t think I would read it again.

Until next time

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Good Evening

Good Night