5/7/12

She's done it!


My dear friends, it is with an immense pleasure and not less pride that I come before you to announce good news. My blog-friend Glynis Smy has done it! As of today, she's definitely entered the Hall of Writers. It's thus only logical that I lend her a helping hand for the launch of her new novel. I for one will not hesitate a sec and rush to purchase the book. I'll keep you updated with a review very soon. But now, I humbly step aside and shine my blog-light on:

GLYNIS SMY

 
Today writer/poet, Glynis Smy adds author/novelist to her name. Her debut novel; Ripper, My Love, is launched in ebook format and paperback. The genre for this love story falls into the one of Historical Romance Suspense.


Growing up in late nineteenth century East London, Kitty Harper’s life is filled with danger and death – from her mother, her beloved neighbour and the working women of the streets.

With her ever-watchful father and living surrogate family though, Kitty feels protected from harm. In fact, she feels so safe that while Whitechapel cowers under the cloud of a fearsome murderer, she strikes out on her own, moving into new premises to accommodate her sewing business.

But danger is closer than she thinks. In truth, it has burrowed itself right into her heart in the form of a handsome yet troubled bachelor, threatening everything she holds dear. Will Kitty fall prey to lust – and death – herself, or can she find the strength inside to fight for her business, sanity and her future? And who is the man terrifying the streets of East London?


Who is Glynis Smy?

Glynis was born and raised in England, in the coastal town of Dovercourt, near the port of Harwich (where the captain of the Mayflower lived). After qualifying as a nurse, she married her school friend, and they produced three children. During her rare quiet moments, she wrote poetry and articles for magazines. In 2005 she and her husband emigrated to Cyprus for a new life in the sun. It was here that Glynis lay down her cross stitch and started making writing friends on the Internet. With their support and encouragement she shared her poetry, and was successful in a few contests. She shared a short story with a friend, who wrote back telling her it was worthy of becoming a novel, and not to waste the premise upon a brief plot. The story is the one being launched today. Glynis found her love of writing 19th Century, historical romances and her second novel, Maggie's Child, will be published at the end of 2012.

Aside from writing and Cross stitch, Glynis enjoys creating greetings cards, and sells them to raise funds for a small hospice in Cyprus. One of her pleasures is to sit on the back porch with a glass of wine, and reflect upon her good life. She can often be heard chatting to new characters urging her forward.

Her desire to pay back those who had supported her is realised in a blog designed specifically to promote the books of others: New Book Blogger http://newbookblogger.blogspot.com/. You can find her personal writing blog at www.glynissmy.com. Glynis finds the community spirit of writers on Facebook a valuable one.

Want to purchase a copy?  Launch day price for the Kindle is 99c/77p!















Well, on my request and exclusively for you, Glynis has agreed to let you glimpse into that brandnew novel of hers. So sit back and enjoy this snippet from Chapter 1:

Kitty straightened her body and carried on walking. Her lungs levelled to a normal breathing rate.
‘Alright my beauty? ’ Kitty, startled by a male voice turned to find a short, squat man stood in her path. His crumpled, threadbare jacket was tight across his protruding belly. Kitty noticed his trousers did not match the jacket, and were short in the leg. There was nothing neither fashionable nor attractive about his appearance. In other circumstances she would have found him comical.
He smoothed long unkempt sideburns, and ran a finger across unruly eyebrows. She turned around and continued walking. He rushed in front of her, and again stood in her way. The alley lamplight flashed against something in his hand; a knife.
Shock prevented her from moving. Although she was taller than him, the thought of trying to fend him off with a knife frightened her. She tried to speak, but her throat constricted.
‘Pretty Ladybird, time for you’ n’ me to get acquainted. I got summit for ya.’ Spittle ran down his chin while he fumbled with his clothing.
Kitty saw her opportunity to escape. She pushed against him with as much force as she could muster.
‘Get out of my way, you great oaf. Move.’
She rushed past him but he regained his balance and snatched at her shawl. She swung her arm outwards to fend him off and he grabbed it. The man pulled her wrist, and twisted her body until her back pressed against his chest. He yanked her upper body back and she screamed. A voice echoed from the depths of the alley.
‘Oi, you had better not be bleedin’ working girl. I warned you, this is my patch’. It was with relief Kitty recognised the voice as that belonging the woman who had threatened her.
Kitty screamed out again, but the man tightened his grip.
‘Help me. Please hel...’
‘Shut it.’ The man placed the blade the width of her throat. ‘You will do as I tell you. Understand?’
Kitty felt the point rake across her windpipe, and grunted out what she hoped sounded like a yes. She dared not swallow or move. All around became silent, aside from his heavy breathing below her ear. There were no footsteps; nothing. Much to Kitty’s disappointment the woman decided against investigating their activities. Nervous of her situation, Kitty knew she needed to pacify the man while she worked out what to do. Her body trembled, and tears threatened but she could not let him get the upper hand.
Still the cold blade rested against her windpipe; she barely dared to breathe. He fumbled behind her back with his free hand, she could feel her gown moving. His
intentions were clear. Fighting nausea Kitty refused to give into his fumbling. The more she tried to wriggle free, the harder he pressed into her.
Think Kitty, think.
Her heart and head pounded. Frantic thoughts of succumbing to a murderer at last gave her renewed energy.
Kitty took her chance and with one swift movement, grabbed the arm with the knife. At the same time pushed her body back into his. She heard the tinny echo when knife hit the cobblestones.
‘Bitch.’ The man cursed loudly as Kitty knocked him to the floor.
She kicked the knife away amongst a pile of rubbish, lifted her skirts and ran. She continued running until her lungs could take no more.
At last the end of the tunnel became evident. Grey smog swirling around a lamp, and distant voices told her she was close to the exit onto the main road. A vast dark space opened before her. Kitty glanced over her shoulder. She was relieved to see the outline of the man kneeling on the floor. Tears ran down her face and she used the sleeve of her gown to wipe them away. It was time to compose herself and get out of the alley. 

Now hurry up and get yourself a copy!

I send my love together with my very best wishes of success down to Cyprus and to you, Glynis!

PS: Have I told you I'm jealous? No? Well, I am, there, it is said. But I'm even happier for you. Now go get that Nobel Prize, dear!


1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing! The sample I am embarrassed to say is from an unedited file! I found to my horror I had uploaded the wrong one. Any books purchased now are in better shape!

    Thanks again for your support, it is much appreciated.

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