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Roman Dalton Gets A Couple Of Top Reviews

the neon boneyardOver at Amazon.co. ukChloë Yates reviews DRUNK ON THE MOON: A ROMAN DALTON ANTHOLOGY and says:

‘Cracking stuff. You won’t be sorry, but you will be throughly entertained.’

And Tom Leins takes a gander at THE NEON BONEYARD: A ROMAN DALTON YARN and says:

‘The Neon Boneyard is a snarling supernatural crime yarn from Brit-grit power player Paul Brazill. The plot is enjoyably chaotic, the wisecracks come thick and fast, and the pop-culture references are chewed up and spat out with admirable gusto. Good fun!’

 

 

The Gumshoe and The Neon Boneyard for 99p!

I’ve recently remixed and rebooted a couple of my eBooks and they’re currently available for 99p!

THE GUMSHOE: THE PETER ORD YARNS gumshoe new

A booze addled private eye stumbles and tumbles through a small town in the North East of England in this blackly comic Brit Grit short story collection.

CONTENTS:

GUMSHOE BLUES
THE LADY AND THE GIMP
WHO KILLED SKIPPY?
SHIFT WORK
MR KISS AND TELL
THE NIGHTWATCHMAN

the neon boneyardTHE NEON BONEYARD: A ROMAN DALTON YARN

The Neon Boneyard is a pulpy noir/ horror short story featuring Paul D. Brazill’s creation Roman Dalton – Werewolf PI. The werewolf PI and his oddball cohorts are caught up in a gang war that also embroils Mr Hyde, Frankenstein’s monster and Sherlock Holmes.

You can grab them from Amazon. com, Amazon.co.uk, or any other Amazon you fancy.

#FRIDAY FLASH: THE BRAIN SALAD MURDERS

The search was invariably fruitless.

            The path was cluttered with the debris of the past.

            The parade of childhood humiliations always led him down blind alleys.

            Religion and psychoanalysis failed.

            Rationalism was but a damp squib.

            Travel to foreign lands yielded nothing but more sores to scratch.

            Satiation, indulgence, rather than healing his scars, only lacerated him more.

            And then a chance encounter in a snow-smothered car park, as the night creaked into morning, brought a flash of anger.

            The slash of a knife.

            And release.

            For a time.

            Until the scars slowly returned.

            And he killed again.

            And again.

            ***

Another long hot summer had cast dark, elongated shadows that smothered The City’s pitch black secrets. As the sweltering, hazy days stretched out to snapping point, those secrets were jolted into the glare of light.

At times like these, being a private eye, especially a werewolf private eye, could take its toll. Which is why the womb of Duffy’s Bar was always so comforting.

“ The Professor’ss back,” I said to Duffy, who was clearing up the previous night’s debris.

I sipped a shot of Dark Valentine, rubbed my tired, red eyes. I ached for sleep.

I ached from the previous night’s prowl, too. I’d had a scuffle with Brother Cage, the leader of one of the many crackpot religions that were infecting The City. I’d managed to take out a few of his henchmen before ripping him to shreds, but they’d got in a few good shots themselves.

Duffy stopped mopping the beer and bloodstained floor. Leaned the mop against the bar.

“You sure?” he said. He scratched his acne-scarred face.

I grunted.

“Oh, yes. It’s him. Unless there’s a copycat killer. But according to Ivan, six corpses have been found with the brains scooped out. Presumably eaten by the killer,” I said.

Detective Ivan Walker was my former partner. Back in the days before I’d been afflicted by full moon fever.

“All rich old men between the ages of seventy-five and eighty?” said Duffy.

“Yep. They fit The Professor’s MO, alright. The only difference is that these guys had been ripped to shreds first.”

Duffy slammed a heavy fist against the side of the Wurlitzer jukebox. Stepped back behind the bar. Poured himself a shot of Dark Valentine.

Knocked it back. Poured another. A Julie London song about black coffee oozed through the room.

“How long is it since he went AWOL?” said Duffy, as he looked up at the plasma television screen that he’d recently installed in an attempt to bring in new customers.

An attempt that had pretty much failed.

Apart from me, the only other customer was a thick-set old man in a double-breasted pinstripe suit. He’d been nursing a pint of Guinness for over an hour and didn’t seem in any hurry to finish it. A typical Monday afternoon, then.

The flickering TV showed an old black and white Tarzan film that had been colourised. I growled in disapproval.

“The Prof hasn’t been seen for five years. Same time as The Brain Salad Murders stopped,” I said.

The press had given the murders a typically colourful name, as if they weren’t lurid enough. Murders were ten a penny in The City, of course, but these caused a stir like no other.

The fact that the victims were all powerful, rich, old blokes probably had a lot to do with that. Every one was a big shot. Bankers, judges, media moguls. Even Police Commissioner O’ Neil. Every cop in The City had been told to make it a priority. And let every other one of The City’s crime victims help themselves.

Professor Galimova – a nutjob that had been fired from The City University for “an undisclosed matter” – sent a letter to The City Gazette confessing to the crimes and saying that he was on a mission to harvest The City’s corrupt souls. But, shortly afterwards, the murders suddenly stopped and it was assumed that Galimova had been killed. Until now.

I rubbed my eyes again. Yawned.

***

            The beast roared and shards and slivers of pain sliced through his flesh.

            The slivers became a throb. And the throb faded to silence.

            A stillness consumed him.

            A calming darkness.

            And the sea of sleep enfolded him.

            Until the chill night, when bathed in the milk of the moon, he raged.

            And he roared.

***

“Duffy, can I have the key to the back room? I’ll be canoodling with Morpheus any minute,” I said.

“Sure.” He handed me the big brass key.

Duffy’s spare room was Spartan, to say the least. A simple single bed. A table. A chair. And a bottle of Dark Valentine. I opened the bottle and took a swig, switched off the light and plonked down onto the bed.

I could hear an Al Green tune playing in the bar and was heading into the void when I heard a voice.

“Perhaps you would like a bedtime story, Detective Dalton.”

I wrenched my eyes open. Let them adjust to the dark.

Sat at the table was the old guy from the bar. He poured a shot of DV into a tumbler and sipped.

“My name is Professor Galimova. I believe that you are aware of my reputation?”

“Yeah, and you look kinda familiar,” I said, sitting up.

I held out my hand and he passed me the bottle of booze.

“Well, that’s nice to know. I’m sure you have infected many since your transformation. I assumed we’d all blurred into one.”

“We …?”

I took a swig of DV.

“Oh,” I said, twigging what the Prof was talking about.

“Yes, ‘oh’,” said The Professor, with a smirk.

“When?”

“Six months ago, of course. I was about to harvest your old friend Ton Ton Philippe, in fact, when I was set upon by a wild beast. You.”

“So that’s why you stopped …”

“Harvesting? Yes.”

“And now you’re back?”

“Indeed. I tried to cleanse myself of your disease, but to no avail. So I accepted that the affliction is, in fact, a gift and decided to return to The City to continue my work. But with an added strength when the moon is full, of course.”

He chuckled.

“So, cheers to you, Detective Dalton,” he said. He finished off his drink.

“Na zdrowia,” I said.

I took another mouthful of DV.

The Professor grinned, stood and walked out the door.

So, the worst serial killer in The City’s history was back. Stronger and more powerful than ever. And I was responsible.

I shuffled my stiff body off the bed and prepared to follow Galimova, but then I thought of the particular demographic of The Professor’s victims.

The crème de la crème here in The City. They’d be sitting ducks for a werewolf serial killer, for sure.

And then I lay back down and went to sleep.

***

The City’s neon-drenched, sin-soaked streets and alleyways called to him.

            The silver moon sang a seductive refrain.

            And The Professor was again consumed with a hunger.

            A hunger for the corrupt.

 

THE END

(c) Paul D. Brazill

Pat McDonald Reviews Drunk On The Moon: A Roman Dalton Anthology

Drunk On The Moon 2016Over at Amazon.com, she says:

This is Paul D Brazill at his best; the humour is just tongue in cheek but the descriptive prose is perfection. It is so atmospheric it appeals to all the senses; I swear that there was one moment when I could even smell the cigarette smoke curling into the air of the bar (that I looked around the room for some evidence of it). This is a Roman Dalton anthology which begins with the Brazill ‘Drunk on the Moon’, a zombie/werewolf collection. If you read any of this book, you must read the first especially if you are a writer, a would-be writer or a ‘wish I was’ a writer – here is the first lesson. Had me totally intrigued just from the exquisite prose, the story is merely incidental. His dedication, however, to women with red lipstick is as cameo as Hitchcock’s appearance in his own films, if you read enough of his books you’ll know what I mean. Excellent! Pat McDonald British Crime Author.

Roman Dalton Howls In Polish

polski-noir-logoThe first Roman Dalton – Werewolf PI yarn, Drunk On The Moon, has been translated into Polish by Aneta Uszyńska.

Check out  NA KSIĘŻYCOWEJ BANI – PAUL D. BRAZILL (PRZEŁ. ANETA USZYŃSKA ) over at POLSKI NOIR.

And you can still get any number of Roman Dalton yarns over at Amazon, in English and even in  Slovene. 

 

Short, Sharp Interview: Matt Hilton

blood tracksPDB: What’s going on now?

I’m kind of busy at the moment; some of the time constraints are good, but some bad. I’m writing the second in a new series featuring a female investigator called Tess Grey, and her sidekick, Nicolas “Po” Villere, who is an ex-con, and have to have it ready before the end of next March. My wife is suffering with her back, and has done for months, and is due surgery in a few days time, so a lot of my spare time is being eaten into with hospital trips etc. Other than that, I’ve two new books on the shelves this month, with Blood Tracks out in the UK from Severn House Publishers, and the latest Joe Hunter thriller, The Lawless Kind, finally coming out in the USA from Down and Out Books on 16th November, so I’m busy promoting both.

PDB: How did you research your latest book?

Blood Tracks is set partly in Maine and partly in Louisiana. I haven’t been to either state, so have relied a lot on what I’ve read. Luckily I’m a fan of John Connolly, James Lee Burke and J.A. (Jack) Kerley so have had plenty literary inspiration.

PDB: Which of your publications had been the most successful?

On paper it’s probably my first Joe Hunter novel, Dead Men’s Dust, which was a Sunday Times best seller, a Daily Telegraph thriller of the year 2009, shortlisted for the ITW new thriller award 2009, and a Kindle Top 10 best seller in 2013. But I’d like to think my most successful novel is yet to come so keep working at it.

PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme of 2015?

I haven’t been to the cinema this year, but have caught up on a number of movies on DVD etc, and am unsure if I’m being current or not when saying I thoroughly enjoyed “The Conjuring” and “Annabel” as a spooky double bill. I do love a creepy horror movie.

I really enjoyed “No One Gets Out Alive” by Adam Neville. Neville writes the kind of seriously creepy horror that I aspire to.

Music, I recently discovered JD McPherson and loved his song Scratching Circles (though I’m sure it was recorded a few years ago now).

TV, I love The Blacklist, Banshee, and The Walking Dead equally.

PDB: Is location important to your writing?

As long as I’m sitting in front of my computer I’m good, but it’s usually in my living room at home, with the Jeremy Kyle on TV blaring behind me for background ambience, and my two dogs around my feet.

PDB: What’s next?

Blood Tracks 2 (for want of a better title) is the book I’m currently writing, but I’ve got a few projects in mind begging to get started. I’ve also recently finished writing Joe Hunter 11 – No Safe Place – so foresee some work to do on that before it finally hits the shelves. There’s also a stand-alone suspense novel I’m jumping back and forward into during down time, and have ideas for a new horror novel, so plenty to keep me busy.

Bio: Matt Hilton quit his career as a police officer to pursue his love of writing tight, cinematic American-style thrillers. He is the author of the high-octane Joe Hunter thriller series, including his most recent novel ‘The Devil’s Anvil’ – Joe Hunter 10 – published in June 2015 by Hodder and Stoughton. His first book, ‘Dead Men’s Dust’, was shortlisted for the International Thriller Writers’ Debut Book of 2009 Award, and was a Sunday Times bestseller, also being named as a ‘thriller of the year 2009’ by The Daily Telegraph. Dead Men’s Dust was also a top ten Kindle bestseller in 2013. The Joe Hunter series is widely published by Hodder and Stoughton in UK territories, and by William Morrow and Company and Down and Out Books in the USA, and have been translated into German, Italian, Romanian and Bulgarian. He has a new series beginning with Blood Tracks, featuring investigator Tess Grey, to be published by Severn House Publishers in November 2015. As well as the Joe Hunter and Tess Grey series’, Matt has been published in a number of anthologies and collections, and has published novels in the supernatural/horror genre, namely ‘Preternatural’, ‘Dominion’, ‘Darkest Hour’ and ‘The Shadows Call’. He is currently working on the next Tess Grey novel, as well as a stand-alone suspense thriller.

www.matthiltonbooks.com

@MHiltonauthor

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Drunk On The Moon at The Word Crimes Podcast

Roman Dalton WPI_web 96dpi‘On this episode, Scott Detrow gets his werewolf voice on as he reads “Drunk on the Moon” by Paul D. Brazill.’

Thanks to Scott Detrow and Erik Arneson for this great interpretation of the first Roman Dalton Yarn:

DRUNK ON THE MOON 

Out Now: Od Lune pijan / Drunk On The Moon

drunk on the moon SloveneRoman Dalton is an average booze-guzzling PI. But only until the moon is full … Then he’s everything but average. And now he speaks Slovene!

Od Lune pijan / Drunk On The Moon 

Paul D. Brazill , Renato Bratkovič

My original Roman Dalton – Werewolf PI yarn has now been translated by Slovenian noir writer Renato Bratkovič

And you can get it here as an Artizan double – in both languages.

Available at all other Amazon’s, too.

I’m in the Hartlepool Mail

I was very pleased to find out that my home town’s newspaper, The Hartlepool Mail, had a feature on me this week. The main focus is A Case Of Noir, of course, but there was also some stuff about my family etc.

Thanks to journalist  Tracy Walker for the article and to my brother Brian for the scan.

Hpool Mail

Roman Dalton – Werewolf PI and The Indie Contribution

Roman Dalton WPI_web 96dpiI was more than somewhat chuffed to find out – via Valerie Laws – that Roman Dalton- Werewolf PI was hat-tipped in Crime Fiction and the Indie Contribution by Chris Longmuir. 

Here’s the blurb on the book:

Serial killers, private eyes, cops, and bodies inhabit this guide to crime fiction in the electronic age, where reading habits are undergoing change with the growing use of e-books and e-readers.

The focus is on e-books and the independent authors, known as indies, who write them, and the aim is to introduce indie crime fiction to discerning e-book readers.

This guide considers murder and mystery, from the cosy to the noir, and how it has developed over the years, stretching from The Newgate Calendars, through the dime novels and penny dreadfuls, covering the golden age authors typified by Agatha Christie, the hard-boiled era of Hammett and Chandler, and on to the modern crime and thriller novels.

As well as sections on e-books and e-readers, the indie author and publisher, and publishing options, thereindie are sections on many subgenres of crime fiction including mystery, cosy, romantic suspense, historical, paranormal/supernatural, psychological, humour, medical, legal, political, hard-boiled, female sleuths, police procedural, noir/dark, tartan noir, and serial killers.

Chris Longmuir is an award winning novelist. Her crime novels have won the Pitlochry Award, and the Dundee International Book Prize.

Short, Sharp Interview: K A Laity

it's a cursePDB: Can you pitch your latest book in 25 words or less?

KAL: I have two or three: do I get more words? No?! IT’S A CURSE: Roman Dalton gets mixed up with a couple of dames and things go badly. “Carlos” in SHAPESHIFTERS: FOX POCKET ANTHOLOGY 2 is another shifter of a very different sort with some classic Hollywood riffs. A CUT-THROAT BUSINESS: CHASTITY FLAME 3 is a break-neck paced international thriller.

PDB: Which music, books, films or television shows have floated your boat recently?

I’m watching American Horror Story: Coven, which is taxing my patience though Jessica Lange, Angela Bassett and Kathy Bates keep luring me back. Does no one in television pay attention to creating serial narratives? The showrunner or producers should be fired and someone who understands character development brought in at once. Meanwhile we’re also going through Arrested Development, which my sweetie had not seen before, which is a delight. I’m getting review copies of a lot of Hard Case Crime, the best of which so far have been Christa Faust’s two novels and Elissa Ward’s The Secret Lives of Married Women, which I haven’t written up yet. And I liked the Alan Moore/Malcolm McLaren/Fecundio Percio Fashion Beast a lot more than I thought I was likely to do.

PDB: Is it possible for a writer to be an objective reader?

Nah, you’re always thinking, “Oh no, that doesn’t work!” and how they should have done whatever you think isn’t working, because of course your way is the only way. Or if it’s really good you just gush with adoration because it’s so rare.

PDB: Do you have any interest in writing for films, theatre or television?

I love writing for theatre and it’s been a while, but in my massive to-do list is a play that’s not finished that I started for a conference and then got too busy to work on. If it doesn’t have a deadline and a publisher tapping her foot, the project goes to the end of the line, alas. I have a film script idea I’d like to work on but it has to wait until I finish something else.

k a laityPDB: How much research goes into each book?

Depends on the project: I’ve had to research the state of a body after being in the water for 12 hours as opposed to 24; the physical specifics of capybaras; working on a medieval thing that makes me look up a lot of details of material culture—although I’m a medievalist, most of my expertise is entirely in literature so I have to look up practical things like what underwear actually looked like.

PDB: How useful or important are social media for you as a writer?

Essential! If it weren’t for social media I would spend all my time weeping in despair. Now I can see that most of my creative friends are likewise suffering from the world’s indifference to their genius, so I don’t feel quite as bad. Writing is such solitary work; I can go online and instantly get the 21st century equivalent of Hal’s St. Crispian’s Day speech from friends half way around the world and feel energized that we few, we happy few, are creating stories and getting them out there before they are crushed by the Godzilla foot of indifference. With the globe spread out before me, I can actually find people who laugh at my jokes.

PDB: What’s on the cards for 2014?

January brings the Fox Spirit noir novella by Graham Wynd with the sexy cover by Sarah Langton, Extricate. It’s vintage noir in the north, two guys who are the best friends until one of them gets a woman the other wants. Sex, death and betrayal—not necessarily in that order and sometimes, all at once.

Later in the spring will be my next novel, the slightly supernatural noir White Rabbit, also from Fox Spirit. I know S. L. Johnson is working on a cover and I can’t wait to see what it looks like. James Draygo is a disgraced former officer who makes a living as a fake psychic—until the tacky trophy wife of a media mogul gets gunned down in front of him. There’s a conspiracy, a secret drug cult and a persistent journalist—and just maybe some real spooks. Dashiell Hammet meets Blue Sunshine! Still working on that blurb, obviously >_< What I love about Fox Spirit: Adele sees the value of these weird books that are hard to shoehorn into traditional genres.

So I should mention the call for stories for Drag Noir, which I’ll be editing for FS: got an idea for gender-bending tale, where glamour meets grit? Read the guidelines and submit!

Find out more about K. A. LAITY here.