To thank you all for your enthusiasm over Things We Never Said, here’s a soppy little Christmas bonus for you all.
It will be downloadable for Kindle totally free of charge from the 23rd to the 27th of December, and then for 5 days in every quarter (the maximum Amazon allows.)
And if you really, really, really can’t wait until the next free period, it’s 99p right now. I hope you enjoy it!
A very Merry Christmas to you all.
Click here for: Three Christmases, for Kindle.
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“I laughed and cried.”
“I literally couldn’t put it down.”
“The best thing I have read in years.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about this even once I’d finished it.”
“From the author of the The French House, The Photographer’s Wife and The Other Son, Nick Alexander’s new novel is an epic tale of the secrets we hide from each other, the things we never say.”
“One day, we’ll be dead, and we still won’t have known each other. Not properly. Because no one ever does.”
When Catherine learns that she is dying, she remembers the words her husband once jokingly uttered and decides to leave him the ultimate, posthumous gift: a time capsule containing photographs of their life together along with tape recordings in which she recounts every secret she ever kept, every unspoken thought whether loving or treacherous; the things they never said.
Catherine’s recordings shake up many of Sean’s beliefs, sometimes enraging him and other times soothing with memories of the many joys that make up a life together.
But even as the tapes provide an emotional roller coaster of surprises, Sean prays that they’ll confirm the one thing he always secretly believed but never dared say out loud: that destiny exists; that their life together was not the result of mere chance.
The consensus was that 2016 had been a rotten year.
Nick’s compatriots has voted to leave the European Union, and all the signs were that whether it ended up being a “soft” Brexit or a “hard” Brexit it would certainly turn out to be a “rotten” Brexit.
The Americans had elected an idiot as president, an idiot who was right now surrounding himself with fellow billionaires ready to run the country (quite possibly into the ground) in 2017.
Tens of thousands had died in Aleppo while tens of thousands more had landed or washed up on Greek beaches to a worse than lacklustre welcome, and while no one seemed to have any fresh ideas how to make any of this stop, terrorists apparently had no trouble coming up with fresh ways to maim and kill people. Continue reading
The Other Son has been released in French, Italian and Spanish, in both Kindle and paperback formats.
So if you have any friends who speak any of those languages and you think they’d like it, please help spread the word.
Just in time for Xmas! 😉
This little message is to let you know that my new novel, The Bottle of Tears (Let the light Shine) is out in Kindle, Paperback and Audiobook form.
This month, Amazon are celebrating independently published authors , so I thought I’d interview myself to answer some of the most frequent questions I get asked.
If you have your own questions, don’t hesitate to let me know, and I’ll add them (and the answers) to the bottom of the list.
How do I find a publisher for my novel. Do you have any tips?
The Bottle of Tears (Let the Light Shine) – Launch competition.
To thank everyone who is intending to grab a copy of my new novel, The Bottle of Tears, (published on the 30th September, 2016) I’ve decided to run a little competition.
Enter, and you can win up to seven night’s accommodation in my self catering apartment in Nice (www.nice-flat.com) for two people, plus £200 towards travel costs, plus a signed copy.
Nine runners up will each win one signed copy of The Bottle of Tears. Continue reading
As Penny joins the others in the lounge, Victoria is saying, “Apparently, they all come over here for the benefits, and that’s what’s really got to change if we don’t want them all coming over. Either that, or we need to get the control of our borders back.”
“Um,” Martin says, in a non-committal manner.
Despite Sander catching her eye and vaguely shaking his head, Penny asks, “So, who’s this then?” Continue reading
Almost half a mile behind them, Penny, Sander and Marge have had to pause to rest on a wooden bench. “You’re not really going on this silly holiday, are you?” Marge, who doesn’t like to be left out, asks.
“Unless there’s some kind of miracle or we win the lottery we won’t be going anywhere,” Penny says. Continue reading
They are walking along the seafront, restricted to a gentle amble by Marge’s presence. It’s a bracing October day, sunny and bright, but with icy gusts of wind that bring tears to their eyes. Because Penny is so behind schedule, and because Martin and Victoria are concerned about inconveniencing everyone with their visit, Martin has insisted on taking everyone out for lunch. Continue reading