Gosh, Thank You!

The Silver Locket by Holly Atkins

Well I never! Having, for the last few days, had my nose buried in what has come to be known by me as my ‘fairly-soon-to-be-published’ latest novel, I go to my emails and pick up a message from Amazon Accounts Payable – A Royalty Payment Notification!

Clicking through I see a sudden spike in ebook sales (actual sales!) of my first novel, The Silver Locket (written under a pen name, because I was too shy at the time to use my actual name).

I’m not sure what shameless self-publicity I ventured to put out a month ago, because I’m not very good at this. I believe I did mention on Twitter that it was the seventh anniversary of its publication. Anyway…

I don’t know who you all are, but thank you for buying… and reading? I wonder if you enjoyed it? Hope so.

Okay, it won’t be a fortune, but it’s nice people have found it! And if you haven’t seen it, why not take a little peek? Perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon, or maybe Monday, since it’s (mostly) a holiday.

The Silver Locket by Holly Atkins 
Free on Kindle Unlimited
ebook $3.44

 

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The Day the Soldiers Came

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I smile as I watch my mother play with my little brother Tommy on the hearth-rug. My father sits in his chair, still but alert. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I detect a movement in the yard.  I turn to look. Soldiers, four of them! By the way they are dressed, I know them instantly as ‘the enemy’. My father has followed my gaze as I gasp in fright and immediately he’s on his feet, sweeping up Tommy in the same movement and shoving him in my direction.

‘You know what to do Annie,’ he says quietly. He nods urgently at me and I grab Tommy’s hand and propel him through the kitchen. I look through the window, checking our route to the barn. It’s clear, so I open the door and we slide through and dash into the slatted wooden building. Behind us, I hear the soldiers hammering on the front door, shouting.

Although Tommy’s only little he knows what to do. Just as we’ve practiced so many times in recent months, I help him up the ladder to the hayloft. He doesn’t make a sound as we creep across the creaky boards and hide ourselves in the straw behind the loosely baled hay. We lie there, waiting. We haven’t practised what happens next. Then I hear a scream; I know it’s my mother, although the sound is like none I’ve ever heard her make. Her pain and terror flood my head. I grip Tommy tightly; he’s trembling and sobbing silently. The minutes tick by; I wonder what’s happening in the house. My father is shouting, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. The shouting stops abruptly and I hear the back door slam against the outside wall of the kitchen.

Heavy boots march towards the barn; I bite down hard on my knuckles. A cold fist contorts my stomach as I suddenly realise I forgot to drag the ladder up behind us. I hear the soldier’s heavy breathing down below. He’s pulling things over, searching. He approaches the ladder and in my mind’s eye I see him grab the ladder and place his boot on the first rung. Sweat runs down my back. Tommy is rigid in my arms.

There is a loud call from the house: ‘Move on!’ I hear the sound of the ladder clattering to the floor.  It settles and there is no sound apart from the blood pumping in my ears. Slowly I get up, my legs are shaking. I grab the rail at the edge of the loft and feel for the rope which we use as a swing when it’s too wet to play outside. Telling Tommy to stay where his is, I let myself down and run quickly towards the back door which is gaping off its hinges.

Inside the house furniture has been overturned and one curtain has been ripped from the window. My mother cowers in a corner. Her blouse is torn and there is blood on her skirt. Father’s face is bruised and bloody. He reaches for her, but she turns her face to the wall.

A Sextet of Shorts Cover pic

That was the first piece from ‘A Sextet of Shorts’, my little book of short fiction pieces.

‘Sextet’ is currently available to download on your Kindle for $0.99 / €0.99 / £0.99 and other currency equivalents  (+VAT) until midnight on 01.01.19.

And, since it’s the holidays, if you’d like a freebie, I will arrange to gift a download to the first 10 people who respond in the comments section below!

Climbing on the Black Friday Bandwagon

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It has to be done. A FREE OFFER!

Actually it will be Monday 26 – Friday 30 November.

My novel, ‘The Silver Locket’ written under pen name Holly Atkins, will be available to download onto your Kindle (or phone with ‘app’).

Please do help yourself to a copy and let me know what you think, if you have the time, like the lovely Ellie Scott did: Ellie Scott’s book review of The Silver Locket

Save it to read after NaNoWriMo, if that’s what you’re doing. I have a stack of books waiting for me.

So, from Monday 12:00 PST (08:00 GMT) this is where to go for your freebie:

Freebie!

SPECIAL OFFER
For one week only (1st to 7th August) my collection of short stories
‘A Sextet of Shorts’ is free to download on your Kindle or phone.
Click on the ‘Buy on Amazon’ box below:

Check out my Amazon author page – click here

Blatant Marketing

A Sextet of Shorts Cover picWell hello to you, and thank you, everyone who took advantage of the free Kindle download offer for my recently-published short story collection: ‘A Sextet of Shorts’.

All 16 of you; I am almost blown away!

For those of you who didn’t take advantage of the offer, the collection is available at a very reasonable $3.45 on Kindle.

 

So, did you enjoy ‘A Sextet of Shorts’? Why not leave me a review on Amazon or Goodreads?

The Silver Locket by Holly Atkins

If you liked my stories, maybe you’d like to read the novel I published back in 2012 under pen name Holly Atkins? It’s called ‘The Silver Locket’ and is available on Amazon and Kindle.

For readers in South Africa, I would love to send you a signed paperback copy for R120.00 including postage. Contact me here!

 

FREE ON KINDLE!

SPECIAL OFFER
For this week only (23rd to 27th April) my collection of short stories entitled “A Sextet of Shorts” is free to download on your Kindle!
Click on the ‘Buy on Amazon’ box below – it’s free!!

Visit my Amazon author page – click here

 

From my first novel…

The Silver Locket by Holly AtkinsHere’s the Prologue from ‘The Silver Locket’…

The silver locket hides beneath the loose floorboard in a small attic room.  Sunlight streams through the window pointing towards the tarnished trinket which waits patiently for its secrets to be unlocked.

The locket has a history.  It has a past forged in passion and suffering; bought in the hope of love and put away in despair.  A gardener’s boy, aspiring to the love of his master’s young daughter Cathy, bought it from a traveller at a local market.  The traveller had assured him of the mystical powers of the locket which he said had been wrought in a far off land, where dreams come true.

The boy had spent a whole week’s wages on the locket; taken it home and polished it lovingly.  He’d removed the faded photograph it contained and replaced it with a drawing of a little rabbit, ears pricked and nose raised as if sniffing a scent on the breeze.  Cathy had been so delighted when he’d brought her the baby rabbit he’d found in the orchard that bright May morning.  Together they’d taken it to the far side of the meadow and watch it scamper away, safe from the murderous eye of Mr. Stebbins, the head gardener.

A few weeks later, he gathered his courage and presented her with the locket.  The traveller’s magic worked.  She smiled up at him and kissed him quickly on the cheek.  He took her lightly in his arms, the calloused skin of his hands stroking the soft fabric of her gown.  He had captured her heart, just as he’d captured the little rabbit.

But as the sun rose high in the sky that summer, the locket, once so proudly displayed, disappeared from view.  For a while longer it was still tenderly worn, pinned to the young girl’s under-bodice, close to her heart.  But a year after its giving, the locket found itself gently put away, hidden in the under-floorboard darkness, waiting to be found.

Now read on…click here