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November 30, 2019
Black Friday Weekend Discount
If you love historical fiction, period thrillers and emotional page turners then you might well enjoy Letters to the Pianist.
Try it out for size. It's now discounted until £0.99/$0.99 until midnight tomorrow (Sunday)
Try it out for size. It's now discounted until £0.99/$0.99 until midnight tomorrow (Sunday)
April 18, 2019
Easter Weekend Discount
Get Easter started.
If you loved ‘The Book Thief,’ then you’ll love LETTERS TO THE PIANIST. The eBook is discounted to £0.99/$0.99 - Paperback and Hardback also available
⭐ The Hardback is reduced from £18.99 to £11.06 – 42% discount!⭐
Book link: MyBook.to/Letterstothepianist
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
LETTERS TO THE PIANIST is a compelling page turner packed with drama, intrigue and suspense. If you loved The Book Thief, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas or The Pianist, then you will love this exciting new novel.
If you loved ‘The Book Thief,’ then you’ll love LETTERS TO THE PIANIST. The eBook is discounted to £0.99/$0.99 - Paperback and Hardback also available
⭐ The Hardback is reduced from £18.99 to £11.06 – 42% discount!⭐
Book link: MyBook.to/Letterstothepianist
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
LETTERS TO THE PIANIST is a compelling page turner packed with drama, intrigue and suspense. If you loved The Book Thief, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas or The Pianist, then you will love this exciting new novel.
November 23, 2018
Black Friday Discount
🎄 Get Christmas started. It's a weekend Discount for Black Friday🎄
If you loved ‘The Book Thief,’ then you’ll love LETTERS TO THE PIANIST. The eBook is discounted to £0.99/$0.99 - Paperback and Hardback also available
⭐ The Hardback is reduced from £18.99 to £6.10 – 68% discount!⭐
Book link: MyBook.to/Letterstothepianist
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
LETTERS TO THE PIANIST is a compelling page turner packed with drama, intrigue and suspense. If you loved The Book Thief, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas or The Pianist, then you will love this exciting new novel.
If you loved ‘The Book Thief,’ then you’ll love LETTERS TO THE PIANIST. The eBook is discounted to £0.99/$0.99 - Paperback and Hardback also available
⭐ The Hardback is reduced from £18.99 to £6.10 – 68% discount!⭐
Book link: MyBook.to/Letterstothepianist
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
LETTERS TO THE PIANIST is a compelling page turner packed with drama, intrigue and suspense. If you loved The Book Thief, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas or The Pianist, then you will love this exciting new novel.
October 25, 2018
Do you believe in life after death?
Finally, after writing this piece for Spirit & Destiny back in February, the monthly Christmas edition of the mag is out today with my article in it about what inspired my historical suspense novel, Letters to the Pianist ... with some spooky synchronicities.
To read more head over to https://authormayes.wordpress.com/blog/
To read more head over to https://authormayes.wordpress.com/blog/
October 10, 2018
Writing means Digging Deep
Check out the Undercover Soundtrack Blog today after my interview with author and writing coach Roz Morris ... although I had to dig deep, meditate on some melodies and untangle some memories to give some insight into how Letters to the Pianist was born 💜🧡💛
https://mymemoriesofafuturelife.com/2...
Soundtrack by John Mayer, Doris Day, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Mozart, Liszt
'Dreams and wishes and fairy tales were like icing on a mouldy cake—they can’t hide the truth—because when you take a proper bite, you choke.’
https://mymemoriesofafuturelife.com/2...
Soundtrack by John Mayer, Doris Day, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Mozart, Liszt
'Dreams and wishes and fairy tales were like icing on a mouldy cake—they can’t hide the truth—because when you take a proper bite, you choke.’
October 7, 2018
Exciting News
Sharing some exciting news.
Letters to the Pianist is the 1st runner up award winner for best cover design by my publishers BHC Press at the InD'Tale Magazine Rone Awards in California.
I might have a glass of Baileys for breakfast.
Letters to the Pianist is the 1st runner up award winner for best cover design by my publishers BHC Press at the InD'Tale Magazine Rone Awards in California.
I might have a glass of Baileys for breakfast.
October 5, 2018
BARGAIN ALERT
If you love suspense, secrets and plots twists set in the turmoil of WWII then FYI the elegant hardback edition of Letters to the Pianist, which is usually £18.99, is currently £7.51 on Amazon UK for a short period of time. You save £11.48 - 60% discount. It's also half the price of the paperback!
Might be the perfect Xmas pressie for you or someone special 🎁🎄
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Letters-Pian...
Might be the perfect Xmas pressie for you or someone special 🎁🎄
A FAMILY TORN APART ... A PAST THEY CAN'T ESCAPE
In war torn London, 1941, fourteen-year-old Ruth Goldberg and her two younger siblings, Gabi and Hannah, survive the terrifying bombing of their family home. They believe their parents are dead, their bodies buried underneath the burnt remains – but unbeknownst to them, their father, Joe, survives and is taken to hospital with amnesia.
Four years on, Ruth stumbles across a newspaper photo of a celebrated pianist and is struck by the resemblance to her father. Desperate for evidence she sends him a letter, and as the pianist’s dormant memories emerge, his past unravels, revealing his true identity – as her beloved father, Joe. Ruth sets out to meet him, only to find herself plunged into an aristocratic world of sinister dark secrets.
Can she help him escape and find a way to stay alive?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Letters-Pian...
September 23, 2018
Christmas Prayer
Yes, I have a little prayer for this Christmas.
Anyone that has won my signed novel, Letters to the Pianist, in a giveaway or competition, and hasn't read it, because it simply doesn't float your boat ... please, pass it on to someone who you know enjoys historical fiction. There's no worse a fate than an abandoned lonely book that never gets read 📚😥
Anyone that has won my signed novel, Letters to the Pianist, in a giveaway or competition, and hasn't read it, because it simply doesn't float your boat ... please, pass it on to someone who you know enjoys historical fiction. There's no worse a fate than an abandoned lonely book that never gets read 📚😥
September 20, 2018
Happy birthday Letters to the Pianist
Letters to the Pianist is one year old!! Woo hoo how time has flown. 🎉🎈🎉
To celebrate the eBook will be discounted to £0.99/$0.99 ending midnight (pacific time) tomorrow - Friday 21st September, available on Amazon internationally.
🇬🇧️ https://amzn.to/2BTO6Di
🇺🇲 ️https://amzn.to/2EYsZ17
To celebrate the eBook will be discounted to £0.99/$0.99 ending midnight (pacific time) tomorrow - Friday 21st September, available on Amazon internationally.
🇬🇧️ https://amzn.to/2BTO6Di
🇺🇲 ️https://amzn.to/2EYsZ17
September 5, 2018
If you thought families could be weird ....
Extract from Letters to the Pianist taken from halfway through the story, when Edward witnesses some strange behaviour from his wife, Connie.
Edward watched as everyone raised their glasses of claret, shouting, ‘Heil Hitler!’ including his wife Connie, her glass lifted, her other hand raised in victorious salute, eyes flashing as if remembering an inspired mentor.
He stared down at his plate feeling puzzled, stabbing his fork into the white flesh when he inhaled a gamey stench that made him retch. Overcome with nausea he covered his mouth with his hand as he stood up and staggered towards the door.
‘Are you all right, darling?’ called out Connie as she got up to follow him.
‘Leave him, dear. Some of us have weak stomachs,’ said Henry with a chuckle. He forked some game into his mouth, pounding it with his teeth.
Stumbling into their bedroom, Edward flopped down onto the four-poster bed. Connie swept through the door after him, her signature Chanel permeating the air like a scented breeze.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt her stroke his forehead, feeling the coolness of her fingers contrast with the heat emanating from his brow.
‘How are you, darling?’
He wrinkled his forehead. ‘I don’t feel well.’
‘But you must eat, Eddie. Are you going to join us later?’
He groaned. ‘I’ve got one of those awful migraines. Do apologise for me.’
Connie leant over and kissed him on the lips, stroking his cheek as he turned his face away.
‘Is everything all right, darling?’
‘I just didn’t think you were an Adolf fan?’
Connie pouted and folded her arms. ‘Oh, so that’s what this is about. Honestly, Eddie, you are being silly. I merely raised an innocent glass of claret to a dead man. We must all learn forgiveness for the damned, and I can’t sit there like a party pooper. Daddy would have thought me terribly improper for disrespecting his comrades.’
‘Forgiveness,’ said Edward, staring at her blankly.
‘Yes, Daddy’s philosophy has always been to raise a toast and bless your enemies. It’s a family superstition … in case you meet them in hell.’
Edward watched as everyone raised their glasses of claret, shouting, ‘Heil Hitler!’ including his wife Connie, her glass lifted, her other hand raised in victorious salute, eyes flashing as if remembering an inspired mentor.
He stared down at his plate feeling puzzled, stabbing his fork into the white flesh when he inhaled a gamey stench that made him retch. Overcome with nausea he covered his mouth with his hand as he stood up and staggered towards the door.
‘Are you all right, darling?’ called out Connie as she got up to follow him.
‘Leave him, dear. Some of us have weak stomachs,’ said Henry with a chuckle. He forked some game into his mouth, pounding it with his teeth.
Stumbling into their bedroom, Edward flopped down onto the four-poster bed. Connie swept through the door after him, her signature Chanel permeating the air like a scented breeze.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt her stroke his forehead, feeling the coolness of her fingers contrast with the heat emanating from his brow.
‘How are you, darling?’
He wrinkled his forehead. ‘I don’t feel well.’
‘But you must eat, Eddie. Are you going to join us later?’
He groaned. ‘I’ve got one of those awful migraines. Do apologise for me.’
Connie leant over and kissed him on the lips, stroking his cheek as he turned his face away.
‘Is everything all right, darling?’
‘I just didn’t think you were an Adolf fan?’
Connie pouted and folded her arms. ‘Oh, so that’s what this is about. Honestly, Eddie, you are being silly. I merely raised an innocent glass of claret to a dead man. We must all learn forgiveness for the damned, and I can’t sit there like a party pooper. Daddy would have thought me terribly improper for disrespecting his comrades.’
‘Forgiveness,’ said Edward, staring at her blankly.
‘Yes, Daddy’s philosophy has always been to raise a toast and bless your enemies. It’s a family superstition … in case you meet them in hell.’
