She gave me 5 stars!
Found a great review of 'Mary Read - Sailor, Soldier, Pirate' by Ashton Rae, a reader who really gets this book.
She wrote: I could not put this down!!! It took me less than a week to read it! I'm
in love with the stories of Mary Read and Anne Bonney, and now you get
upclose and personal with the two of them! So gripping and riveting! Really is edge of your seat gripping! Lots of action! (not just sword
fighting either haha) I recommend this to all sea story lovers!!! It
made me cry at certain parts.
Thanks Ashton.
I wrote it for readers like you.
Friday, 17 May 2013
Thursday, 16 May 2013
The
Death of the Nordvag
Bad
news came that day
and
it was terrible for me:
the
Norvag's been abandoned
to
the mercy of the sea.
We
once crewed a gallant ship
that
sails my memory,
the
broad and beamy Nordvag,
from
the salty Baltic Sea.
In
truth, she was a noble ship
well
built of Baltic wood,
with
Dragon carved in bulkhead,
copper
Mermaids on her hood,
dolphins
curved in bookshelves,
and
dancing round her bow,
she
was a sight with bellied sails,
when
we stood at her prow,
but
how I think we'd rant and rail
if we
could see her now.
When
she turned to face the storm
in
the Caribbean Sea
off
the Golfo de Pirates
she
showed her quality.
When
the ocean was a foaming hell
that
made other vessels flee,
we
surfed waves full masthead high
and
lived triumphantly.
Now
the Nordvag lies forgotten
At
the bottom of the sea.
Every
time I hear the sea
crashing
on the shore,
I
think of the Nordvag
and
our blue water tour:
the
mad adventures we survived
in
our floating caravan,
the
Nordvag riding on the waves
of
unknown, foreign lands,
while
we rested in the sun
on
exotic golden sands.
When
I was a wild gypsy girl
and
the wicked world did roam,
the
Nordvag was my soul's abode,
My
only, ever home.
And
when my life comes to an end,
we
will together sail,
and
roam the oceans always,
me at
the wheelhouse rail.
For
the Nordvag has a soul like mine:
unfettered,
ever free,
and
we cannot forget her,
and
her gift of liberty.
But
now its time to weep and wail
and
write sad poetry,
for
the Nordvag lies forsaken
in
the cold and cruel sea.
Monday, 13 May 2013
Last week was really busy with an intense campaign promoting 'Mary Read - Sailor, Soldier, Pirate'. This included providing a free download of the ebook on Amazon Kindle, for two days over the weekend. We had set our target at 100 downloads, and were very pleased to find that we had well over this. There are now 100 plus people sailing against the Scottish Pretender, fighting the French in Marlborough's army, and signing up with the Brethren of the Coast. Thanks for the great reviews that have kept coming in - its that kind of feedback that makes all the hard work worthwhile.
Friday, 10 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
'Mary Read - Sailor, Soldier, Pirate' now has a sleek new website!
http://maryread.weebly.com/index.html
To promote my novel on this extraordinary pirate woman, 'Mary Read' has her own dedicated website, from which the novel can be bought as either a paperback or e-book through Amazon and Kindle.
On the website you will find a FREE excerpt from the novel, reviews of the book, and my short biography.
If you go directly over to Amazon now, you can check out the book and read the first three chapters.
http://maryread.weebly.com/index.html
To promote my novel on this extraordinary pirate woman, 'Mary Read' has her own dedicated website, from which the novel can be bought as either a paperback or e-book through Amazon and Kindle.
On the website you will find a FREE excerpt from the novel, reviews of the book, and my short biography.
If you go directly over to Amazon now, you can check out the book and read the first three chapters.
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Welcome to my new blog!
My patient husband is dragging me kicking and screaming into the 21st century, and taking me step-by-step into the cyberworld of the author blog. Either we sell more of my pirate books, or I swear I am back to the eighteenth century and snail mail.
Yesterday I posted off a screenplay, 'Black & White' to the Australian Writer's Guild annual Monte Miller award. This is based on a true story, the bones of which I found at the Agnes Waters Museum seventeen years ago.
A hundred years ago, a pretty young white girl called Edie Anderson left her isolated lighthouse home in Central Queensland to work as housekeeper on Turkey Station. Despite her social obligation to marry well, and provide for her poor family, she fell in love with a handsome, charming black stockman called George Daniels. This was an illegal relationship at the time, so they kept it secret. Being the only marriageable female for many hundreds of miles, Edie was swamped with other suitors, some very eligible, some just ridiculous. But her secret was finally discovered, and in disgrace, she dropped George, and let her most eligible suitor escort her home. They never made it. We know from police evidence that George met up with them, and that Edie's escort was ambushed and shot in the back. George and Edie were never seen again, and her escort was found dying. Fred bowton, the man who found him raised the alarm, and claimed that Edie's dying escort named George as the killer. However, the police ignored vital evidence, such as George's gun being only able to fire one round at a time. Apart from the unlikely scenario of a killer taking a defective gun instead of stealing one that worked, this does not account for the evidence of multiple shots fired in quick succession. If there was a shoot-out, then there was someone else there. The only conclusion is that fred Bowton was lying, and had killed them all.
Here's hoping that the Australian Writer's Guild likes the story as much as I do. I'll let you know next month.
My patient husband is dragging me kicking and screaming into the 21st century, and taking me step-by-step into the cyberworld of the author blog. Either we sell more of my pirate books, or I swear I am back to the eighteenth century and snail mail.
Yesterday I posted off a screenplay, 'Black & White' to the Australian Writer's Guild annual Monte Miller award. This is based on a true story, the bones of which I found at the Agnes Waters Museum seventeen years ago.
A hundred years ago, a pretty young white girl called Edie Anderson left her isolated lighthouse home in Central Queensland to work as housekeeper on Turkey Station. Despite her social obligation to marry well, and provide for her poor family, she fell in love with a handsome, charming black stockman called George Daniels. This was an illegal relationship at the time, so they kept it secret. Being the only marriageable female for many hundreds of miles, Edie was swamped with other suitors, some very eligible, some just ridiculous. But her secret was finally discovered, and in disgrace, she dropped George, and let her most eligible suitor escort her home. They never made it. We know from police evidence that George met up with them, and that Edie's escort was ambushed and shot in the back. George and Edie were never seen again, and her escort was found dying. Fred bowton, the man who found him raised the alarm, and claimed that Edie's dying escort named George as the killer. However, the police ignored vital evidence, such as George's gun being only able to fire one round at a time. Apart from the unlikely scenario of a killer taking a defective gun instead of stealing one that worked, this does not account for the evidence of multiple shots fired in quick succession. If there was a shoot-out, then there was someone else there. The only conclusion is that fred Bowton was lying, and had killed them all.
Here's hoping that the Australian Writer's Guild likes the story as much as I do. I'll let you know next month.
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