Having spent the weekend at CrimeFest, I’ve become familiar with the dangers…
So, in tribute, I wrote a Sonnet…
<Insert Obligatory Somewhat Buzzed Publication day Gin & Beer Pic>
On The Dangers of Believing What Authors Tell You Their Books Are About
“This book you wrote,” somebody said to me
“Is it all Fifty Shades of Filth and Phwoar?”
I guess I should have really let it be,
But “Yes,” I joked, “It’s all of that and more.”
Then didn’t think, again, of what I’d said,
Until my friend’s review popped up online.
“This book is one I wish I hadn’t read,”
They wrote, though you could almost hear the whine.
“I saw that it was ‘Crime’ and thought ‘Oh Good’
There’s bound to be some torture; nice and vile
I like a bit of buggery and blood
But this filth forced a thought and – worse – a smile
I wanted anal sex and acid baths.
But all I got was mystery and laughs”
My books are Death of a Diva, available Here
And – as of yesterday – Death of a Nobody, available here.
If you like the above, you might enjoy them. If you want, y’know disembowellings and blowfly infestations, you might not. <But you won’t know til you try>