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The Swedish Woman: ‘Please, Tatiana, show mercy!’

‘Please, Tatiana, show mercy!’

But Tatiana does not show mercy.  You can find out why in my 2016 Hotel Story, the sixth in the series.

If you have read any of the Hotel Stories, you will enjoy this one.  If you haven’t read any, The Swedish Woman is a great place to start.

How to enjoy The Swedish Woman;

  • You can read some of The Swedish Woman instantly via this free chunky excerpt;
  • You can scoop up all seven Hotel Stories, including The Swedish Woman, in one package in Hotel Stories: The Complete Collection;
  • If you can’t afford it or don’t like paying for stories, no problem: write a comment below and I’ll send you a free Word copy of the first short story in the series, “The Two Rooms“.  It would be great to hear from you.

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Why you’ll like The Swedish Woman

Who is the enigmatic Swedish woman?

 

It’s time to find out.  The Swedish Woman, the third short story in the unique “Hotel Stories” series, reveals the answer.  It’s the most entertaining story yet.  It has several outstanding twists and novelties.

One of the novelties is that for the first time (more…)

The Swedish Woman – Hotel Story No.3

In an hotel elevator awash with blood, a man lies murdered.  But who is the killer?

What is the role of the enigmatic Swedish woman, whose identity is shrouded in mystery?

In The Swedish Woman Ms N, the most brilliant, unpredictable and occasionally homicidal hotel manager in the world, must solve the crime before the country’s untainted-by-corruption-of-any-kind Minister of Justice, who happens to be one of the suspects, can solve it in his unique and not necessarily helpful way.

The Swedish Woman has been rated by some readers as the funniest Hotel Story so far.

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Preview: a new Hotel Story: The Swedish Woman

In an elevator awash with blood, a man lies murdered.  But who is the killer?  And what is the role of the enigmatic Swedish woman, whose identity is shrouded in mystery?

Find out here, soon.

After a year in the crafting, I shall publish soon my third in the series of short Hotel Stories.  

Its title is The Swedish Woman.

Hailed by early readers as maybe the funniest of the Hotel Stories so far, The Swedish Woman features a galaxy of extraordinary characters – from the 100% untainted-by-corruption-of-any-kind Minister of Justice and the charming but elderly Irish gentleman in search of female company who may or may not have only six months to live; through the brilliant, unpredictable and occasionally homicidal hotel manager Ms N and her beautiful but naive ally, Tatiana; to the mysterious Swedish woman herself.

Who is she, and what is she doing in the hotel?

By way of a taster, here is the first part of the story.  Enjoy, (more…)

Bali, 7/10. What’s wrong. One simple way to fix it

I was lucky enough this year to enjoy a holiday in Bali.  Fabulous.

But the island faces challenges.  Development is eating up the beauty which draws visitors.

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Rice field on Bali (Photo Robert Pimm)

Locals seek prosperity.  Visitors want somewhere to stay and amenities to enjoy.

The same tension tingles in tourist hotspots from Barcelona to Istanbul.  How do you prevent tourist development ruining what the tourists have come to see?

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Biotime 8: the scandalous and exciting Lumusi Jones

Here is the eighth excerpt from Biotime.

I plan to release Biotime in droplets – short excerpts, fairly often.  Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 8

[Part 1, Breughel vs. Jones, continues]

Lumusi Jones stood facing the altar. She wore a white blouse and a long red skirt, with a simple black bag over her shoulder. Breughel took a few steps down the aisle, still supported by the burly nun. A sigh went up from the congregation.

Lumusi Jones turned.

Breughel saw that her face was wet with tears. Her fists were clenched. Yet he could only think how beautiful she was. And how young.

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At first, Lumusi Jones did not see the old man. Ever since she had arrived here, crowds had been gathering. At first, Mother Hope had placed her with three other “children” the Church had persuaded to renege on their Termination Contracts. But since this so-called Dying Dutchman, Breughel, had announced he was flying to Ghana, it seemed every man, woman and child in Accra wanted to see the scandalous and exciting Lumusi Jones.

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Biotime 7: The Dying Dutchman

Here is the seventh droplet of my novel Biotime.

Feedback welcome: on content, frequency, style or anything else.  I’d love to hear from you.

I’m also publishing a “story so far” post for infrequent readers, bringing together the excerpts published up to now.

Ghanaian market 3, Nov 04

Ghanaian market – Photo SDT

 

Biotime.  The future, today.  Excerpt 7

[Part 1, Breughel vs. Jones, continues]

Two hours later, Breughel was beginning to understand that his humiliation had barely begun. In the sweltering minibus on the way to the Church, Wilhelm explained what he called the paradigm of his channel’s coverage.

‘We are casting you as the victim. So it is good if you are arriving at the church looking weak and exhausted. It is also good if your suit makes you sweat, or if your disease is making you tremble. If you were looking like a rich Dutch businessman coming to enforce a contract against a poor Ghanaian girl, our viewers would hate you. Actually, everyone would hate you.’

‘I have nothing. But people hate me anyway,’ Breughel said.

‘That is why we are calling you the Dying Dutchman. When we reach the church, people must see you suffer.’ (more…)

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