Short, Sharp Interview: Todd Morr

Todd_Morr_Jesus_cover_CMYKPDB: What’s going on now? 

Just recently moved from Southern California to Central California.  So I’ve been adjusting to life here on the central coast.

PDB: How did you research this book?

Well, most of it takes place in my old hometown of Oceanside, so I knew the locations.  I read up on weapons I’ve never fired and my Dad offered some advice on what hand grenades are like, which I only kind of used.  Really though, I count heavily on my ability to lie to make things believable.

PDB: Which of your publications are you most proud of?

Captain Cooker, it was the first thing anyone ever published of mine, so that’s hard to beat

PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme?

I just caught Pulp Fiction again on T.V. and it still kicks ass and If Goodfellas is on I’m watching.  It’s hard to pick a book, Stephen King’s stuff probably made me want to write when I was kid.  Reading Richard Stark ( I know Donald Westlake but all my favorite stuff is under the name Stark), Elmore Leonard, and Robert Parker made me want to write the kind of stuff I do right know.  Same with songs, my favourite song changes all the time.  The Randy Rhoads stuff with Ozzy back in the 80’s inspired me to play guitar, so I guess I’d go with that.  Currently liking Justified and Better Call Saul (I loved Breaking Bad) on the T.V., but if repeat watchings count I’d have to say South Park.

PDB: Is location important to your writing?

Yeah.  Oceanside is a big part of Jesus Saves, Satan Invests and Captain Cooker.  The book I just finished takes place in an unnamed mountain town, but all the locations are based on real places.  I think location can be like another character.

PDB: How often do you check your Amazon rankings?

Too often, at least once a day.

PDB: What’s next?

I have three short novels more or less done that I’m hoping to find a home for, a sequel to Captain Cooker, a rural home invasion story, and a sci/fi horror thing. More short stories should are on the way as well.

me and my guitarBio: Upon graduating from Adams State College with a degree in fine art Todd Morr decided if he was going to be a starving artist, he preferred playing music and writing.  He lives in Salinas, California with his wife and children.  He has had short stories published in Shotgun Honey, Out of the Gutter 8, Out of the Gutter Online, The Big Adios, Death Throes Webzine, and in April will have a story in Spelk.  His first novel, Captain Cooker was published by Snubnose Press and his second, Jesus Saves, Satan Invests, is out now from Spanking Pulp Press.  He can be contacted on twitter at @ToddMorr1

Short, Sharp Interview: Graham Smith

snatched from homePDB: What’s going on now?

GNS: Caffeine Nights have just released my debut novel Snatched from Home plus a short story collection which allows readers to meet the police team in Snatched from Home. I’m also now able to announce that Snatched is to be made into a stage play and featured as part of the Manchester Arts Fringe.

PDB: How did you research this book?

GNS: I did my research in reverse. Once the first draft was complete, I toured the locations featured and researched other details then fed the information in. Mr Google is my research assistant.

PDB: Which of your publications are you most proud of?

GNS: It has to be Snatched from Home as I’ve got a real book for sale in my local bookshop. Having said that, its sequel I Know Your Secret will probably eclipse it if accepted for publication.

PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme?

GNS: Die Hard / HMS Ulysses / Welcome to the Jungle / Game of Thrones

PDB: Is location important to your writing?

GNS: It’s important to me, but it’s just one of many factors. A great location can’t rescue a poor character or lazy plotting although it can destroy a novel if patently wrong. Every element of writing is crucial and all require careful consideration to make them as good as they can be, lest the story as a whole suffers.

PDB: How often do you check your Amazon rankings?

GNS: Sorry what was the question? I was just checking my Amazon rankings. Joking aside, I check once every day or two.

PDB: What’s next?

GNS: I’m working on my own edits of a new series I’m hoping to have published. It is about nightclub doorman who ends up chasing a seriously twisted serial killer and is set in Utah.

True Brit Grit Guest Blog: It’s a Case of Having Good Genes! By Graham SmithBio: Graham Smith is married with a young son. A time served joiner he has built bridges, houses, dug drains and slated roofs to make ends meet. For the last fourteen years he has been manager of a busy hotel and wedding venue near Gretna Green, Scotland.

An avid fan of crime fiction since being given one of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books at the age of eight, he has also been a regular reviewer and interviewer for the well-respected website for over five years.


PULPLOGOGraham Wynd gets under the covers over at PULP METAL MAGAZINE.

Obsession: she understood obsession. He had noticed her a little—sort of goth, sort of emo—but it wasn’t until he knew the depths of her obsessions that he really took an interest. He sat behind her in English where Mr James always laughed that laugh that some of the lads thought hilarious, but most of the girls thought was creepy.

Over her shoulder Edwyn saw the label on the black USB stick she was bouncing up and down in her palm: 30 Versions of Warm Leatherette. He suddenly wanted her more than anything else in the world.

“Hey, can I get a copy of that?” He muttered the words low as everyone was packing up their books.

She looked up at him. Her black-rimmed eyes looked almost purple in the fluorescent light. “You like the song?”

“Yeah,” he lied. “But I only know one version.”

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CLIP: The Bucket List by Paul D. Brazill

adr 1He grabbed the remainder of Butler’s corpse by the legs and dragged it along to a gap in the railings, leaving a snaking trail of blood. He checked once again to see that no one was watching. It was just after dawn and everywhere was deserted. Out at sea, a lone fishing boat, adorned with fairy lights, rocked on the waves.

Quigley picked up Butler’s body and effortlessly hauled it onto the rocks below. A moment of vertigo and he steadied himself by holding onto the wet railings. Closed his eyes. Waited a moment. Shivered and yawned. Fumbled with the unopened packet of Marlboro  in his coat pocket, opened it and then decided to wait.

Soaked by the early morning sea spray, he fastened his black overcoat tightly. The cold autumn wind blew harder still and he pulled a flat cap from his pocket, put it on his shaved head and set off along the promenade, slouched with Sisyphean resignation. His meeting with Marta wasn’t until noon and he still had plenty of time to head back to The Seaview Hotel and catch a short nap, if he could. Another yawn crept out of him.

 Quigley decided to take a short cut across the muddy town moor, the rain now attacking him from all sides. He jolted alert, a hand immediately on the pistol in his coat pocket, as he noticed an old woman wearing a bright headscarf and yellow anorak heading towards him, gauchely propelled by a pair of Nordic walking sticks. Her head was down and she was listening to an old pink Sony Walkman. Without looking up, she barged straight into him, jabbing him in the foot with one of the walking sticks.

‘Sorry, luvvie,’ she said in strong local accent.

‘No problems,’ growled Quigley. He hadn’t spoken to a soul for the last three days and his throat was like sandpaper. His foot began to burn.

Their eyes locked for a moment and there was a flicker of recognition there but the woman seemed to dismiss whatever thought passed through her mind as ridiculous and continued on her way. Quigley watched as she disappeared down the cobblestone alleyway that led up to St Hilda’s church. She stopped at the church gate and turned back to look at him. He took a moment of cruel satisfaction in the fact that Lydia Mulcahy had aged so much – and so badly – but realised that it was only a matter of time now before word of his return would spread across the town like cancer. He would have to expedite his plans. He limped toward the hotel feeling ever older with each step but also with a sense of resignation, like before the break of a particularly fearsome storm.

Rear the rest of The Bucket List in the first issue of All Due Respect magazine which also includes stuff from Chris F. Holm, Todd Robinson and more.

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Short, Sharp Interview: Torquil MacLeod

meet me in malmoPDB: What’s going on now?

My fourth Sweden-set crime ebook – Midnight in Malmö – is just out. (The series is about a blonde Swedish female detective.) It takes my mind off the pantomime that is Newcastle United.

PDB: How did you research this book?

Pounding the streets of Malmö looking for locations. Talk to Swedes and expats living there (including my elder son and his family). Fortunately, one of our best friends happens to be a blonde Swedish female detective, so that helps. And I read The Local every day on the internet – it’s an English language newspaper based in Sweden.

PDB: Which of your publications are you most proud of?

The next book – in the hope that it’s better than the previous one.

PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme?

Film: Casablanca – can’t beat a classic.

Book: A Perfect Spy by John le Carré. An example of great storytelling.

Song: Babe Rainbow by Melanie. Shows my age.

Television programme: This constantly changes but at the moment it’s the French crime series Spiral. Have to admit I like it better than the recent influx of very good Scandi crime hits like The Killing and The Bridge. Why did the latter have to come up with a blonde Swedish female detective based in Malmö?

PDB: Is location important to your writing?  

Malmö is an extra character in my books. That’s why I always try and write about real locations whether it’s a pub, block of flats, city park, public building, train station etc. Some readers enjoy looking up the locations on Google Earth, so I can’t cheat.

PDB: How often do you check your Amazon rankings?

Quite regularly when a book first comes out; then not so often.

PDB: What’s next?

More Malmö Mysteries and possibly a follow-up to an historical crime novel I brought out last summer. It’s a romp set in Newcastle in the 1750s.

torq_bwBio: Torquil MacLeod writes the Malmö Mysteries (four are out as ebooks – the first, Meet me in Malmö, is now out as a paperback through McNidder & Grace). He was born in Edinburgh and brought up in the north east of England. After brief spells as a teacher and a failed life insurance salesman, he worked as a copywriter at advertising agencies in Birmingham, Glasgow and Newcastle, before becoming a freelance writer in 2000. He lives in Cumbria with his wife Susan and hens.

Recommended Read: Jungle Horses by Scott Adlerberg

jungle horsesMy first encounter with Scott Adlerberg’s writing was the short story The Gulf in the second issue of All Due Respect magazine, and great stuff it was too.

I’d been looking forward to reading Jungle Horses for a while and it certainly didn’t disappoint. There are two parts to the book. In the first, numb cuckold Arthur is back in post-war Britain gambling away his days until his winning streak ends. And then the story twists off into something else entirely. Both section of the book drip with atmosphere. Both are gripping.

Jungle Horses by Scott Adlerberg is a marvelously well-written hybrid of noir and magic-realism. Something different and something special.

Guest Blog: Choosing The Nightmare by Tim L. Williams

skull fragmentsThey are proud of me at first. I live in the small Kentucky county where I grew up, a place people either leave or settle into hard lives. A writer is a curiosity. Old friends, high school classmates and recent acquaintances are proud or at least politely interested when they discover I write fiction. Until they learn the type of stories I write. Then they either avoid mentioning my work or ask with a perplexed concern why I spend so much of my life occupying the minds of the criminal, the psychopathic and the depraved. It usually annoys me.  No one wants to be required to justify an obsession. But annoyance aside, it is a valid question. If reading and writing fiction are similar to dreaming, why would anyone consciously choose to have nightmares?

My passion for dark fiction began on a Friday afternoon when I was a boy. This was mid-August, smothering and bright outside, cool and dark in the funeral chapel. I tugged at my collar, fiddled with my clip-on tie, stared at the casket. The photograph on top was of a second cousin, a man in his thirties, blonde, raw-boned, handsome.  Closed caskets are rare in Kentucky. We like to see our dead.  But my cousin Jackie had been shot three times at close range. Open was not an option.

The consensus was that he’d had it coming. Jackie was a criminal. He had stolen cars, broken into houses, pulled armed robberies, staged home invasions and committed a murder.  When he was killed, he was on parole after serving time on a manslaughter charge. There was no doubt about it. He was a bad guy.

But my family loved him. They knew the things he’d done, even saw his death as a form of justice, but they loved him anyway. They spoke of the time he’d driven my grandmother to the hospital in a blinding snowstorm, of the long night he’d spent tramping through the woods in search of my dad’s lost birddog, of his sharing his school lunch with my Uncle Jimmy when the coalmines were on strike and a kid’s lunch was more than my grandparents could afford, of the time he’d given away his coat because he felt bad for a drunk who slept rough beneath the L&M tracks.

I was raised on cartoons, comics and television movies. The world was easy to understand. There was Jesus, America, and Spiderman on one side, the Devil, Russia, and the Green Goblin on the other. Good and bad. Light and dark. That’s the way it was supposed to be. But it wasn’t. That day in the funeral home, I struggled to understand how the man in the picture could be the bullet-ridden corpse beneath the coffin lid, how my family could acknowledge his crimes and yet grieve for him, most of all how the “good” guy who gave away his coat, shared his lunch, and found lost dogs could be the same person who kicked in the doors of frightened families, pistol whipped a slow-moving store manager, and leveled his gun at a man and squeezed the trigger.

I won’t claim that noir answers those questions, but at least it poses them. In fiction that forces us to share the mind and motivations of a thief, a robber or a murderer, the world isn’t easily and falsely divided into good and evil, light and dark. Noir makes clear that people are far more complex than most of us want to admit.

When my old friends, certain that I’m an unsavory character who gets thrills from acts of murder and mayhem, study the books on my shelf and then glance around as if they expect to find Norman Bates’ mother lurking in the shadows, I don’t bother to tell them that I don’t love noir just because of its heart-racing suspense, its gritty atmosphere, its often starkly beautiful language. I don’t point out that while it’s true that light illuminates darkness, it’s also true that the dark can clarify light in a way most people never allow themselves to imagine. All I say is, “Read James Cain and Cornell Woolrich, David Goodis and Jim Thompson, Vicky Hendricks and Daniel Woodrell, Stephen Graham Jones and Donald Ray Pollock or any of the dozens of other amazing writers working in the genre. And when your dreams turn into nightmares, don’t be surprised by how happy you’ll be about that.”

Tim L. Williams image-2About Tim L. Williams

Tim’s stories have appeared in a variety of literary quarterlies as well as “genre” magazines such as Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Plots with Guns, Not One of Us and the now sadly defunct Murdaland. Two of his stories have been included in Houghton Mifflin’s Best American Mystery Stories series, for 2004 and 2012. He won a 2012 Thriller Award from the International Thriller Writers in the short story category, received a 2014 Edgar Award nomination for “Where the Morning Sun Goes Down,” and has twice been nominated for a Shamus Award for best short story. Tim is a native of Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, an area known for its coal mines, its production of meth and its yearly Everly Brothers Festival. After years of drifting around the middle of the country, working jobs that ranged from assistant produce manager to college professor, Tim returned to his hometown in Kentucky, where he lives with his wife and two children.

Short, Sharp Interview: Christoph Fischer

healer cover for kindlePDB: What’s going on now?

I published my first ever thriller, THE HEALER, in January. It’s about a woman who turns to a charismatic but controversial healer as a last resort in her battle against cancer.

PDB: How did you research this book?

I could draw on my personal experiences with alternative therapists and I had help from a Radiologist and Wikipedia for the Western Medicine parts.

PDB: Which of your publications are you most proud of?

Probably THE HEALER because I didn’t think I could pull a thriller off. When beta readers liked it and were surprised at the turn of events within the book I was gobsmacked.

PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme?

Film: What’s Up Doc?
Book: Shantaram
Song: Xanadu
TV Programme: Brooklyn 99

PDB: Is location important to your writing?

No, just peace and quiet.

PDB: How often do you check your Amazon rankings?

Not often. I’m usualy to busy writing and tweeting to have the time to contemplate my navel.

PDB: What’s next?

I am about to release another historical novel IN SEARCH OF A REVOLUTION on March 26th. I started out with historical novels and love the genre. This is about the Civil War of 1918 in Finland. After that I have another thriller about a gambler, loosely entitled “The Death Box” or “The Game Plan.”

Buy Links :
The Luck of the Weissensteiners (Three Nations Trilogy Book 1)

Sebastian (Three Nations Trilogy Book 2)

The Black Eagle Inn (Three Nations Trilogy Book 3):

Time To Let Go:


The Healer



christophBio: Christoph Fischer was born in Germany, near the Austrian border, as the son of a Sudeten-German father and a Bavarian mother. Not a full local in the eyes and ears of his peers he developed an ambiguous sense of belonging and home in Bavaria. He moved to Hamburg in pursuit of his studies and to lead a life of literary indulgence. After a few years he moved on to the UK where he now lives in a small hamlet, not far from Bath.  He and his partner have three Labradoodles to complete their family.

Christoph has worked for the British Film Institute, in Libraries, Museums and for an airline. ‘The Luck of The Weissensteiners’ was published in November 2012; ‘Sebastian’ in May 2013 and The Black Eagle Inn in October 2013. “Time To Let Go” , his first contemporary work was published in May 2014, and “Conditions” in October 2014. His medical thriller “The Healer” was released in January 2015.

He has written several other novels which are in the later stages of editing and finalisation.







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gob‘Right annoying fucker though, that Half-Pint Harry. Eh, Kenny? Non-stop motor mouth, he was. Gob-shite Geordie twat,’ said Big Jim as they put the body in the Jaguar’s boot and slammed the lid shut.

‘He wasn’t a Geordie,’ said Kenny, resting on a barrel and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

‘Eh?’ said Big Jim, as he took the hose pipe and sprayed water around the garage.

 Kenny grinned.

 ‘Half-Pint Harry. He wasn’t a Geordie, was he? He wasn’t from Newcastle. He was from Sunderland, James. He was a Mackem, wasn’t he?’ Kenny said.

‘What’s a fucking Mackem when it’s at home?’ said Big Jim.

‘A Mackem is to a Geordie what a Canadian is like to an American. Like margarine to butter. Like Spurs to Arsenal. A bit like a decaffeinated Geordie,’ said Kenny, chuckling to himself. He coughed up a lump of phlegm, spat and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

‘The North’s all the fucking same to me,’ said Big Jim. ‘Never been further north than Dagenham, myself. And I didn’t like that much.’

 ‘I wholeheartedly agree,’ said Kenny. ‘Mushy peas, black pudding, Pease -pudding, fishy-wishy-fucking-dishy. I usually start to hear the banjos from Deliverance as soon as I get north of Finchley.’

Guns Of Brixton (published by Caffeine Nights Publishing) is out NOW as a paperback and as an eBook.  You can get it from from loads of places including Barnes & Noble,  Caffeine Nights PublishingWHSMITH, Waterstones,Foyles Amazon and Amazon UK.