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Saturday, November 28, 2020

Let's meet nine year old author Annabelle John-Ligali, who's book, "Lost in Christmas Wonderland" is out on the 1st December!

Lost in Christmas Wonderland 

by Annabelle John-Ligali 

Annabelle is nine years old and lives in London. 

The inspiration for her book came after she visited Winter Wonderland in London's Hyde Park in November 2019.

It was here she first saw an Upside Down House and had heaps of fun filming and visiting all of the rooms.
Annabelle was so fascinated that she decided to vlog about it on her Youtube channel at @annabellepresents

Shortly after her visit, she thought how fun it would be to write a story about a girl who visits a Christmas theme park with some friends and goes on a little adventure.

Outside of school, Annabelle enjoys playing with her brother, vlogging about books that she's read and places she's visited. She also likes making up dance routines to songs that are trending on Tiktok and when she wants to have a giggle, she plays Guess Who with her mum.

She also likes to bake cookies and her favourite Caribbean coconut fried bakes. Her favourite authors are Alesha Dixon, Trish Cooke, Jaqueline Wilson, David Walliams, and Ben Miller. 

She also likes reading magazines; Cocoa Girl and is a subscriber of First News For Kids which are her favourites. 

This is Annabelle's first book, and she hopes you like it.


Instagram: @annabellepresents

When ten-year-old Bella Matthews and her mum, Isabel, visit granny Sylta in the snowy village of Lakersfield for Christmas, it turns out there is more in store than just Christmas cake and a ton of presents. When she arrives, she meets her cousin Rita, and a boy called Tommy for the first time and catches up with her friend Iris again too. Together they discover an exciting attraction is in town: A giant Christmas Wonderland Theme Park.

They are dazzled by hundreds of decorated Christmas trees, a Musical Nativity, a Santa Parade, an Upside Down House, and many more attractions.

But Bella ends up having an unexpected adventure of her own as she dances with pot-bellied Santas, discovers a palace made entirely out of glass, wanders into an intriguing puzzle room, and treks for miles to find shelter on a snowy night.
Can Bella find her way back to granny Sylta’s house in time for Christmas dinner?

Lost in Christmas Wonderland is a story about courage, kindness, friendship, the importance of family, and the magic of Christmas.

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT - Lost in Christmas Wonderland

'The perfect Christmas story filled with friendship, love, festivities, and most of all wonder, that will certainly grasp young readers' attention and inspire a love of reading!' Leonie Jackson (Primary School Teacher)

Published on 1st December 

Worth It: How a Million-Dollar Pay Cut and a $70,000 Minimum Wage Revealed a Better Way of Doing Business by Dan Price

 Worth It: 

How a Million-Dollar Pay Cut and a $70,000 Minimum Wage Revealed a Better Way of Doing Business 

by Dan Price 

Dan Price gained worldwide attention in 2015 when he announced that he was instituting a $70,000 minimum wage at his company, Gravity Payments, and would slash his $1 million salary in order to pay for it. 

While many praised the decision as a bold step toward combating income inequality in the United States, others vilified Price as a radical socialist whose "experiment" was doomed to fail. But behind the headlines and controversy lay a much more nuanced and personal story--a story of an entrepreneur who realized he could no longer claim to be sticking up for his values if he continued to pay his employees anything less than a living wage. 

How could a business dedicated to helping small businesses succeed fulfill its mission if the people responsible for helping those businesses were struggling to meet their own most basic needs? In this book, Price shares the experiences and events that shaped his decision--from his conservative, Christian upbringing in rural Idaho to the milestones that made him rethink the true purpose of business--and shows how taking a huge risk ultimately helped his company become more resilient and competitive. 

Calling on leaders to set and execute on their own purpose-driven visions, Price forces readers to question traditional market-centric business wisdom in favor of a more human--and much more sustainable--approach. It’s not easy, he argues, but, in the end, the rewards will be worth it.

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Worth It

Friday, November 27, 2020

Presidential Prey by James F. Hamilton

Presidential Prey 


James F. Hamilton

One fact emerged as indisputable: Security surrounding the President of the United States was inadequate. President James Atwater is one of the most popular presidents in American history. 

However, his recent military actions in the Middle East have created enemies. When President Atwater escapes the rigors of his D.C. life and returns to his rural Minnesota boyhood home for a little R&R, nobody anticipates what happens next. 

President Atwater is forced to fight for his life while protecting the woman he loves and the country he serves.

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Presidential Prey

The Ghosts of Normal by Allison Burnett

The Ghosts of Normal 

by Allison Burnett

Nine-year-old Max Beatty is still struggling with the recent death of his father. One day after school, he follows an injured dog into a condemned house, ravaged by fire. 

To Max’s amazement, he finds himself inside a beautiful home, inhabited by a loving family from the 1930s. Max’s interactions with the family will change not only his life, but those of everyone around him, both living and dead. 

Part ghost story, part coming-of-age thriller, The Ghosts of Normal follows Max’s struggle to separate fantasy from reality, long enough to bring a killer to justice.

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The Ghosts Of Normal 

Thursday, November 26, 2020

"But You Said...?!": A Story of Confusion Caused By Growing Up as an Undiagnosed Autistic Person by Emma Wishart

 "But You Said...?!": A Story of Confusion Caused By Growing Up as an Undiagnosed Autistic Person by Emma Wishart

This is the autobiography of someone who grew up not knowing she was autistic. Diagnosed at the age of 45, Emma’s life was fraught with unrecognised danger, but somehow she escaped mostly unscathed. 

She describes some of the many dangers and pitfalls there are for the young autistic person who doesn’t understand people and how the world works. 

Autism doesn’t always present in the stereotypical ways portrayed in the media or in medical textbooks and the author shares some unique insights into what being autistic means for her. 

She hopes to raise awareness of the differences in our cognitive and communication styles in the hope that it will increase understanding for other autistic people. 

It is a valuable guide for those wishing to understand autism from the autistic perspective. 

It is a journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance; a tale of ducks, knitting, music, Antipodean adventure and homelessness.

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Monday, November 23, 2020

Deaf Like Me by Dave Blackwell

 Deaf Like Me 

by Dave Blackwell

On the first day of his vacation, George is called back into work after a crisis grips the workshop. Guilt tripped by a colleague, he reluctantly returns to work where a lady from the past, captures his heart.

From the moment he walks in, the very reasons why he had planned a months’ vacation become apparent. Having just turned forty, George is profoundly deaf, wears an implant and lipreads.

Never taking anything seriously and has no filters in life, George resorts to turning everything into a joke and releasing his blunt responses on anyone that dares to get in his way or make his hearing disability an issue. With a sarcastic attitude and a short fuse, those around him begin to bring out the worst and he takes no survivors.

A working week slap bang in the middle of a pandemic that picks at situations old and new, where life for a deaf person is complicated and far from ordinary.

Annoyance and comedy that will make you laugh, groan and roll your eyes.

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New song 'The Addict' by Fireproven

 New song

'The Addict'

by Fireproven

Band Members:
Sanna Solanter
ä: Vocalist
Ilari Hannula: keyboards, 
Janne Väätämöinen: guitars & backing vocals, 
Nuutti Hannula: drums, 
Juha Väätämöinen: bass guitar & growl vocals

New song 'The Addict' by Fireproven from Finland out on December 4th!

They're so excited and can't wait for the WORLD to finally hear what they've been working on.

Save the date and prepare yourselves!
Fireproven is a progressive metal band from Finland. 

The band is known for the energetic live performance and hard-working attitude.

Fireproven released their first album Future Diary 23.3.2018 and they have also published
two singles before the album release. Singles Shine and The Tower has both raised lots of interest in media and also among the listeners. 

International Underground Music Video Contest rewarded music video Shine for the best director of photography.

The band's previous release Omnipresence got full scores in many reviews including
Inferno, the biggest metal magazine in Finland. 

Music video New Born Truth from
Omnipresence has also succeeded internationally.

Fireproven's keys to success are great contacts to their fans and with media around the

The band's unique sound has inspired people across the genre limits to enjoy the freedom of music.

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Sunday, November 15, 2020


Write To Kill 


I feel so relaxed now baby, I can’t have anymore, here you finish it.”

Lisa passed me the tail end of the joint as she laid on top of me. Her nipples slightly visible and erect from beneath the water line, with her bum resting on my protruding cock.

“The water’s getting colder by the second, shall we get out and get into bed?”

“Absolutely baby,” Lisa replied, as we both stepped out of the bath and headed towards the bedroom.

Hearing the water swirl around the plug hole and disappear, I pulled Lisa close to me, as I wrapped the grey towel around us both, staring into her green eyes. Holding her makeup less face with the palms of my hands, as the towel fell onto the bedroom carpet, her mouth opened as my lips touched hers, inviting my tongue. Our tongues twirled around each other. Pulling her closer, my hands gently teased her smooth slim body. Her hands fixed around my waist, her hips pushing against mine.

I felt my cock grow with excitement.

Lisa pulled her mouth from mine, looking at me as she did so. She began kissing my neck, my chest, as she wrapped her right hand around the shaft of my cock. As her tongue teased my nipples, she gradually lowered herself to my naval and knelt before me. She was eye to eye with my erect cock. Her sultry green eyes looked up at me as she began to lick the head with the tip of her tongue, stirring my cock even further into life. Feeling her hot mouth as she took me in, made me grow even harder as I felt the back of her throat with the head of my cock. My hands were around her head, clutching her hair as she rhythmically moved back and forth with my fully erect cock filling her mouth. My eyes closed as her hand rubbed and twisted my shaft as she continued to suck hard. I could’ve easily exploded right there and then, but I wanted to feel inside her. I pushed Lisa’s head against my cock, making her take me fully. She moaned, she squealed. She couldn’t breathe. Saliva ran out of her mouth, down her chin and dripped on to her perfectly formed tits and erect nipples.

Releasing my cock from her mouth, I pulled her up towards me and kissed her deep. Just then I heard my phone ping in the living room. It was the familiar but annoying sound of the company phone. Mad fucking Dog Maddox. What timing for him to message me. Ignoring it, I told Lisa to lay on the bed. On her back.

As she did the phone pinged again.

Again, I ignored it.

As I was about to kneel down at the end of the bed to tease her clit, the phone didn’t just ping, it rang.


“Two seconds baby, sorry.”

I ran naked into the living room, holding my erect cock in my right hand.

Checking the phone, BIG BOLD CAPITAL letters appeared.


Turning the phone off, as this was not the time, I returned to the bedroom to Lisa, who was laid on the bed waiting for me. Her misty eyes followed me as I knelt at the end of the bed, and pulled her by her legs towards me, until my mouth was breathing between them.

She yelped as the tip of my tongue teased her. Peering up at her as I continued to play havoc with her clit, her eyes were closed, her head rotating from side to side. I massaged her breast with one had as my tongue entered her, stirring, full circle, causing a frenzy as she groaned. She moaned again, as I sat on the bed, now with one and then two fingers inside her.

Slowly penetrating her with my fingers, I moved slightly faster, then faster still, as she pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking hard as my fingers were entering her in and out. I felt her body tense up, her eyes rolling back as she chewed on my hard cock.

“I’m cumming,” she murmured, her voice muffled.

“Fuck. I’m cumming,” she repeated urgently.

She spat out my cock. Pushed me onto my back and straddled me, taking my cock into her hand and guiding me inside her.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

Bouncing up and down on my shaft, and tilting slightly back, she massaged her tits, pinching and squeezing her nipples, her head and hair whipping from side to side. Eyes closed. Riding me like it was the last time. Which it easily could be. My hands were tight around her waist, as I pushed her back and forth with my cock deep inside her.

Pulling her off and turning her onto her front, I knelt behind her. Spreading her bum cheeks as I entered her. She whimpered with each thrust of my cock, the pace was quicker, the fucking was harder.

“I’m cumming,” she squealed. “I’m cumming, cum with me baby.”

Fucking her like there was no tomorrow, like it was for the very last time, I grabbed her hair as I penetrated her fast with my cock deep inside her.

“I want to cum over your tits and face.”

“Okay but keep fucking me. I’m nearly, I’m nearly…ooooooooooo.”

Continuing to fuck her as she moaned, with her wetness all over my cock, I was very close to loading her with my own cream.

“Quick turn over. Turn over now.”

She turned over on her back with a huge smile. Fuck she was even more beautiful after an orgasm. She was glowing. I knelt beside her face. She took me in her mouth again. Sucking as she played with my balls that were about to explode. I took my cock from her mouth, rubbing my shaft up and down.

“I’m cumming.”

“Baby give it to me,” she demanded.

“I’m cumming.”

“I want to taste you.”

Wanking my cock as she cupped and played with my balls in her hands, I released and shot my semen all over her face and tits. It wouldn’t stop. I saturated her, as she continued to rub my cock and the head with the tip of her finger. She knows I like that. She then took me into her mouth and sucked out every last drop.

Sweat pouring off us, our hearts pounding, we lay side by side holding hands as we took a moment to recover.

“Wow, baby. That was amazing.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t bad.”

“Don’t be so conceited,” she chuckled as she rolled over and laid on top of me.

We kissed. Our naked bodies glued together from the mixture of sex and sweat. We cradled each other for the next few minutes in silence, like it was meant to be, but then the atmosphere took a turn for the worse.

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Write To Survive


       THE train was motionless.   

Unlike my state of mind.

Lisa and I were on the Jubilee line, underground, between St John’s Wood and Baker Street, the former home of the fictional Sherlock Holmes. I sincerely hoped a similarly astute detective wasn’t on my case. We’d been stalled and waiting, in a carriage dotted with disparate commuters, for a couple of minutes. It was eleven-fifteen. Forty-five minutes until the arranged meeting at noon with Jennifer, at her favourite spot, the Tower of London.

Earlier, before we’d even stepped out of the flat, I’d already received three messages from Mad Dog Maddox, threatening to call the police and to kill Lisa if I didn’t own up to his stepdaughter that I’d murdered his son-in-law. Her husband.

Being underground, with no signal, gave me some respite from him.

Lisa, sat to my left, in tight faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket, had been up all night, chain smoking whilst pacing the flat. Understandably she was ever so slightly on edge since I’d informed her that her life was on the line.

As the train started to move, an attractive young woman, blonde, mid-twenties, wearing a smart navy blue trouser suit, stood up and made her way over to the doors, leaving a Metro newspaper on her seat, which was directly opposite mine. I thought about picking up the paper to see if the story of my crime was still newsworthy. I decided against it. The morning news on the radio before we’d left the flat hadn’t mentioned the murder either, it seemed it was old news now, with no fresh developments such as an imminent arrest, much to my relief.

Had the investigation died down?

With no one immediately around us in the carriage now, I ventured conversation.

“You okay baby?” I asked Lisa.

“Am I okay? Really! Am I okay? What do you think?” The sarcasm was cutting. She leaned in to me to speak under her breath, right into my ear.

“Well, I’m just peachy! I mean, I used a murder weapon for making my lunch the other day, I slept with a dead man’s finger in the bedside table next to me, my boyfriend is a murderer, and now I’m on my way to meet the wife of the guy he murdered. And to top it all off, her stepfather wants to kill me. I’ve never been fucking better!”

“Babe, please keep your voice down, you don’t know who’s on the train.”

“Oh sorry, too loud for you?”

“You could say that.”

“They’ll be knocking on the door for you any day anyway. It’s going to be either the police taking you away in handcuffs, Mad Dog with a gun to my head or the loan sharks who want to put you in a wheelchair.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me, I know that, but you don’t have to shout about it. Oh, and thanks by the way.”

“Thanks for what?”

“For telling them yesterday that I’d moved away.”

“I don’t think they believed me. I did have other things on my mind.”

“Well, it did the job.”

“Why don’t you just pay them and get them off your back, you’ve got the money now after what you did.”

“I know what I did and I may need the money.”

“For what, running away?”

“Come on baby, I thought you were with me?”

“I am, but I did a lot of thinking last night.”


“I can’t believe you’re so blasé about what you’ve done, about this, and, and writing a book about it, I mean come on.”

“Believe you me, I’m not blasé. I’m scared. Scared shitless. Terrified in fact. It’s not the bailiffs, the loan sharks or even Mad Dog Maddox, it’s being caught by the police. I can’t go to jail; I’m not cut out for it. And with the book, it’s a bit of an escape for me.”

“Escape? How can that be, you’re reliving every moment by writing about what you did.”

“What I mean is… fuck, I don’t know what I mean. It just helps me forget; I mean forget what I did for a moment okay, it’s about being an author, you know very well that is my dream.”

“Yes, I get that, but your dream of becoming an author has become a true living nightmare,” Lisa spelt out.

“I know that, but, you’ve got to admit, it makes an awesome read.”

“There you go again, being fucking blasé.”

“I’m not, I’m just….”

“I just don’t get it, why did you do it?”

“I’ve told you, the money, but if I could turn back time, I would. I just got caught up with a bad crowd and then it escalated to such an extent, it was too late to take a step back.”

“You could’ve told him that you didn’t want to do it,” Lisa continued.

“Like I’ve said, there was no chance. He’s not the type to accept that, anyway he would’ve cut my hands off.”

“But look, look at you now. Look at me. Look at us, for God’s sake.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

We sat in silence while I pondered the potential response to my next thought.

“There’s something else.”

“Jesus, what now?”


“What do you mean CCTV?”

“Well, I was thinking in bed last night, as I couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, no sleep, tell me about it.”

“I know, I know, but it’s the CCTV. Cameras. I’m not sure, I’m just not sure if there were any on the road or surrounding areas that could have captured the moment.”

“The moment?”

“Yes, you know, the moment that I killed him.”

“Oh, my God, didn’t you look?”  Lisa gasped.

“Keep your voice down. No, of course not. I’ve not done this before. I just….”

“I know what we’ve got to do, we, I mean you, you have to go back and check.”

“What, back to the murder scene?”


“No way, no fucking way.”

“You have to,” Lisa raised her voice.

“Keep your voice down, people will hear.”

“Then what?”

“Let me think.”

“Huh! If only you had done a bit of thinking in the first place, before you got yourself into this bloody mess, and dragged me right in it.”

The train came to a halt again and when I looked up I saw we were at Westminster station where we had to change for the Circle line. I grabbed Lisa’s hand.

“We need to change here.”

Lisa snatched her hand away from mine as we alighted the train and walked in stony silence through the station towards the platform for the eastbound Circle line train.

Eight stops to Tower Hill.

As we stood on the crowded platform the sound of the approaching train would have drowned out any conversation had we actually been talking to one another at that point. Just then I felt the rush of air ahead of the train as it arrived.

“Come on, let’s get on,” I suggested, as I placed my hand behind Lisa, letting her get on first. I may be a murderer, but I was still a gentleman.

The train was unusually busy for this time of day, with every seat occupied. Standing behind a guy, who’s rucksack was slamming into me with every jolt of the train, I stared into the darkness of the tunnel. Even though it was November, I began to perspire, especially cooped up like sardines in a tin. I felt a drop of sweat fall from the back of my neck against the inside of my jacket collar.

And just then, I wondered if or when my collar would be felt by the Old Bill.

Once again our train was stalled, this time between Mansion House and Cannon Street. Fucking trains. I looked at Lisa. She looked at me. Her eyes were melancholic with shadows of exhaustion beneath. The guilt ran through me as the train began to move once again through the tunnel. The guy with the rucksack alighted at Monument.

Next stop, Tower Hill.

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