Now Live – The Future King: Logres for 99c/99p!

To mark the release of The Future King: Logres, Book 2, My Kindle Countdown Deal has begun! Get Logres, Book 1 for 99c/99p until May 12 2020. That’s 168 hours of discount!

May 5 2020 – May 12 2020

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Countdown ends on: May 12 2020
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This deal runs from 12:00AM May 5 to 12:00AM May 12 (GMT & PDT) where you can pick up The Future King: Logres on Kindle for £0.99 and $0.99.


Upcoming Kindle Countdown Deal

Only one week until The Future King: Logres 2 is out! It’s been a long haul, and to celebrate I’m running a Kindle Countdown Deal for Logres 1 where you can pick up the first book in The Future King series for 99c/99p. This deal runs for the full 168 hours, so make the most of it! Can we bump our way to the number 1 spot in the Arthurian charts? I certainly hope so!

May 5 2020 – May 12 2020

(UK) Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1)
(US) Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1)

Countdown ends on: May 12 2020
Countdown dates: May 5 2020 – May 12 2020
Countries available: UK & US ( &

I’m running a Kindle Countdown Deal from 12:00AM May 5 to 12:00AM May 12 (GMT & PDT) where you can pick up The Future King: Logres on Kindle for £0.99 and $0.99.


Preview of Logres, Book Two.

This is an extract from chapter two of The Future King: Logres, Book Two. The book itself is out on May 5 2020 and is available to preorder from Amazon.


Gwenhwyfar stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes flitting across the destruction around her. The front door hung from its frame, a half-severed limb, and the broken glass of her mother’s favourite cabinet frosted the carpet. The vase that had sat on display lay on the floor among the shattered ornaments, its interior cracked open and as pale as bone.

‘Llew—?’ She waited, but no whine or whimper answered her call. There was nothing to indicate his path besides a few spots of blood leading beyond the threshold. The sound he’d made when he’d been hit with the butt of the New Moral officer’s gun reverberated in her mind. ‘Llewellyn!’

Nothing. Time ticked prominently to her racing pulse. They didn’t take me. Why? She sank down into the sofa, her eyes fixed to the carpet. A deep chill gripped her and suddenly she was shaking violently.

They’ll come back. The New Moral Army had accidentally arrested her parents. It was a misunderstanding, something crazy she could tell her friends about in school on Monday when her mother and father were home again, when this had all been sorted out.

Disappeared. That word had been echoing at the fringe of her vocabulary, and now it was frighteningly real. But her parents hadn’t vanished; she had seen the New Morals take them. She was the one who was Free Countries. This is about me.

The packing passed in a blur. Llew was nowhere to be seen, inside the house or outside of it. She grabbed the essentials—water, money, a torch and something to eat—yet was mindful of her need to pack light. She was stuffing the last few items into her rucksack when headlights scanned the living room. Car doors slammed and footprints crunched across the gravel towards the house. Gwenhwyfar froze, her heart lodged in her throat. She still had time to run, could slip over the garden wall before they realised she was missing. She zipped her rucksack up in a hurry.

‘Police!’ The front door rattled against her makeshift barricade as they attempted to gain access to the property. ‘Let us in!’

She ran into the kitchen, her shoes crunching over the broken sugar pot scattered across the tiled floor. A momentary glance to the pictures stuck to the refrigerator stopped her, her gaze caught by a photo of their last family holiday. Her parents were smiling before a blue seascape, her mother sunburned and carefree, her father windswept and darkened by the Mediterranean sun. She stood with them, short and petite; her brown hair tousled and bronzed, her skin tanned like her father’s, her eyes green like her mother’s.

I can’t run, where would I go? It was impossible to just disappear. And what about her parents? The only people who knew where they had been taken were the ones who had taken them. Abruptly she removed her rucksack and pushed it into the nearest cupboard. A moment later she was at the front door. She began to clear the barricade.

‘Police!’ they yelled. ‘Open up!’

‘I’m in here!’ she shouted. ‘Help me!’ They redoubled their efforts to get in. Soon the furniture was gone and the front door was propped up in the hall. ‘They took my parents!’ Gwenhwyfar exclaimed. She gazed up at the two police officers imploringly. With them was a plain-clothed woman. ‘They just came in and broke everything!’

The woman eyed her pityingly. ‘Miss Taliesin—’

‘Where are they? Where have they taken them?’ She appealed to the shorter of the two police officers. ‘You need to fix this! Why won’t you help me?’

‘I am here to help you, Gwen,’ the woman said calmly. A beaked nose crowned her thin smile, and ash blonde ringlets curtained her long face. ‘My name’s Victoria, I work for the New Morals. I’m here to bring you to see a colleague of mine.’

Gwenhwyfar sensed that she shouldn’t go anywhere with this woman. Despite Victoria’s motherly tone there was something patronising in her eyes—contempt that she failed to cloak. She took an involuntary step back.

‘Please, we can talk about your parents as soon as we get there,’ Victoria continued. ‘We’ll sort all of this out.’

‘I can’t leave,’ Gwenhwyfar protested. ‘My dog’s missing. He’s hurt.’

‘What does he look like?’ the shorter police officer asked.

‘He’s a Catalan sheepdog. He has long fur, looks quite scruffy. His name is Llew.’ She turned to Victoria accusingly. ‘One of your New Morals hit him.’

‘We’ll find him,’ the taller police officer assured her. ‘He won’t have gone far.’

‘Come,’ Victoria urged. Keeping her distance, Gwenhwyfar followed the woman onto the driveway and headed towards the single patrol car. ‘No, not that one,’ Victoria said.

Thrown, Gwenhwyfar followed her off the drive to an unmarked car. The moment she was shut in the back of the vehicle she realised she couldn’t see out through the windows, or who was driving.

‘Fasten your seatbelt,’ Victoria ordered, climbing in from the other side. She shut the door and the locks clunked as they pulled away from the kerb. Gwenhwyfar’s stomach lurched, fatigue pulsing through her limbs. Victoria presented her with a bottle of water. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘You need to stay hydrated.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘Drink it. It’s a long drive.’

Gwenhwyfar accepted the bottle and held it in her lap. Victoria pulled another one out of the compartment between them and took a sip. A few moments later Gwenhwyfar did the same.

‘What took you so long?’ she asked. ‘I’ve been alone for hours. Is this what you usually do? When you abduct innocent civilians?’

Victoria produced a touchscreen tablet from the nearest seat pocket. Lazily she waved it on. ‘You have an aunt and uncle who live in the area,’ she stated. ‘Can you stay with them?’

‘Why would I need to stay with them?’ Gwenhwyfar eyed her with mistrust. ‘I thought we were going to sort this out.’

‘This won’t be resolved overnight,’ Victoria said. ‘You’re a minor, so you’ll need to stay with a suitable guardian. I expect your parents have a living will detailing who should be your carer in the event of their incapacity.’

‘Why don’t you just lock me up?’ Gwenhwyfar bit. She felt light-headed and her carsickness was getting worse. She took another sip of water. ‘Isn’t that what you do? Abduct people and throw them in a cell?’

‘You must know what we are.’ Victoria was observing her with amusement in her cold eyes. The corner of her mouth curled with a smile. ‘The New Moral Army is an anti-extremism cell, Gwen. What do you think that means?’

She didn’t know, couldn’t fathom it; was trying to ignore the unsettling sensation that ballooned within her and pushed her to lethargy. ‘I don’t feel so good.’

Victoria’s smile widened. ‘It’ll be all right.’

‘No, something… something’s wrong.’ She looked down to the water bottle in her lap, and then at Victoria’s, comprehending. She fumbled to open the car door but the lock was unresponsive. Tears sprang to her eyes. ‘What have you done?’

She was hushed. ‘Rest, Gwen. It’s a long drive, and you need your sleep.’

Victoria touched her hair and caressed her lolling head. Ink blotches picked away her vision, obscuring the water bottle that lay in her lap until darkness rolled across her eyes. All sound was indecipherable to her, and then there came night without time, without beginning.

* * *

Gwenhwyfar felt something cold pressed against her cheek. The angle of the wall seemed familiar in the low light, and for a moment she thought she was back in Swansea in her old bedroom. She half recalled a dream: light burning into the back of her corneas, questions, someone else giving answers through her own lips. As her senses returned she realised she was flopped over in a hard chair, leaning against a metal table. Her face ached as she struggled to sit upright, and she looked around.

The room was windowless, the smooth concrete floor punctured by a single drain. The beady red eye of a camera gazed at her from the lofty ceiling. To her left was a large mirror and a closed door with a dim bulb fixed overhead. She found her feet carefully, holding onto the table as the walls turned around her. The door flung open and the room was flooded with light.

‘You’re awake!’ a man barked. Slamming the door behind him he strode into the room. ‘I was just about to rouse you. How are you feeling?’ He offered her a crinkling smile that made the whiskers of his beard bloom. ‘I’m Richard. Richard Morris. I’m here to talk to you about your parents. Won’t you sit?’ He slapped the paper file he was holding onto the table between them. ‘I imagine you’re in shock. We had to chase your father into the garden. Did you know he had a plane booked to Mexico? From there he intended to go on to South America—to start again, I imagine. He was trying to flee with his own passport. Though, I don’t know, perhaps he was headed somewhere else. Perhaps South America was just a ruse. I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.’

‘Where is he?’ Gwenhwyfar sat down as Richard did. The metal chair was still warm.

‘I can’t tell you that. Why do you think the New Moral Army arrested your father? Where he is now, is a matter of national security.’ He cupped his hands together and leant towards her. ‘Do you know where you are, Gwen? Do you know what you’re doing here?’

She watched him closely. His brown eyes were fixed on hers, his crow’s feet wrinkled with curiosity. Despite his amiable expression, Gwenhwyfar felt as if she was pinned in the gaze of a dangerous predator. Her heart pounded in her chest. Fight or flight. With nowhere to run, she had only one option. She drew a preparatory breath.

To be continued in The Future King: Logres, Book Two. Preorder it now from Amazon US or Amazon UK. Out May 5 2020.

The gripping second book in The Future King series. King Arthur meets high-school drama in this near-future dystopian depiction of the Arthurian legends.

The ruling party, New National, is expanding its power. Their new anti-extremism cell, The New Moral Army, threatens all who stand in opposition to the regime. Under the guidance of Marvin, self-proclaimed Merlin, afterschool club The Round Table is about to fight back. The year is 2053, and Britain begins to darken.

Teenager Gwenhwyfar must discover why The New Moral Army has taken her parents and what she can do to save them. Meanwhile, rival Morgan struggles to find her place among her peers. With Bedivere’s life hanging in the balance, a conflicted Arthur does what he can to keep the The Round Table alive.

Knowing that her only chance to save her parents is to discover more about the terrorist cell Free Countries, Gwenhwyfar searches for their leader. She must also navigate new dynamics: her wish for Arthur and Lancelot to make amends may soon one she regrets. With the New Nationals infringing on rights and a general election fast approaching, this is the thrilling second book to volume one of The Future King series.

Cover Reveal for Logres 2 -scheduled April 5 2020!

I know it’s been a while since the last update. It was originally my aim to have Logres 2 released before Christmas, but a series of unforeseen events rendered that goal impossible – besides, to what deadline was I working? It was only my own. All the while I’ve had the uncomfortable feeling of knowing that my first book was released in 2015, which, given we are now in 2020, is suddenly a very long time ago.

But it’s not as if it took that many years to write the sequel to Logres. Most of that time was spent redrafting, editing, and formatting. In fact, I only finished formatting the paperback for Logres 2 a few days ago, and intend to format it for Kindle as soon as I’ve tweaked a few things with Logres 1 (drop caps, etc., for consistency). While doing this, I will have to resist the urge to make character amendments, scene cuts or edits, or even go down the rabbit-hole of reformatting Logres 1 (I could, I think, lose at least ten pages, and may well attempt to do so once Logres 2 is available for preorder). These little (and big) tasks always find ways of popping up, and slow down the writing process considerably – particularly as I prefer to work on one creative project at a time in order to give each one my full attention.

I’ve attempted to include enough ‘memory jogs’ in Logres 2 to ensure that anyone who hasn’t read Logres 1 won’t be completely lost, and hope that those who have read Logres 1 won’t have lost interest by the time Logres 2 comes out. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a taster of what’s up and coming in the next two months (see Events for more details).

April 05 – cover reveal & release date announcement, including a sneak peak of Logres 2 – I’ll be sharing an extract from chapter two on my blog at 10:30am, and this will also be available in the ebook of Logres 1.

TBC – Kindle Countdown Deal for Logres 1 – get Logres 1 for 99c/99p. This deal will coincide with the release of Logres 2.

I was originally intending to run a Goodreads Giveaway, but recently discovered this service is now hidden behind a (particularly steep) paywall. I may therefore find a way to run my own giveaway in the not-too-distant future.

Until then, thank you for your patience in waiting for the next book in The Future King series. Watch this space for updates about the upcoming release.

Now Live – Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1), until March 08

My Kindle Countdown Deal is now live from 12:00AM March 01 to 12:00AM March 08 (GMT & PST). Pick up your ebook edition of The Future King: Logres on Kindle now for £0.99 and $0.99!

This deal runs for 7 days and is available to Amazon UK & US customers only. Just follow the relevant link to purchase your discounted ebook before time runs out!

(UK) Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1)
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Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1), from March 01-08

That’s right! I’m running another Kindle Countdown Deal from 12:00AM March 01 to 12:00AM March 08 (GMT & PST) where you can pick up a copy of The Future King: Logres on Kindle for £0.99 and $0.99.

Countdown ends on: March 08 2018
Countdown dates: March 01 2018 – March 08 2018
Countries available: UK & US ( &

All you need to do is click on the relevant link (UK or US) once the Countdown is live!

(UK) Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1)
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Now Live – Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1), until Dec 12

My Kindle Countdown Deal is now live from 12:00AM December 05 to 12:00AM December 12 (GMT & PST). Pick up your ebook edition of The Future King: Logres on Kindle now for £0.99 and $0.99!

This deal runs for 7 days is available to Amazon UK & US customers only. Just follow the relevant link to purchase your discounted ebook before time runs out!

(UK) Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1)
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Kindle Countdown Deal (The Future King, #1), from Dec 05-07

To mark the two year anniversary of the release of The Future King: Logres I’m running a Kindle Countdown Deal from 12:00AM December 05 to 12:00AM December 12 (GMT & PST) where you can pick up a copy of The Future King: Logres on Kindle for £0.99 and $0.99.

Countdown ends on: December 05 2017
Countdown dates: December 05 2017 – December 12 2017
Countries available: UK & US ( &

All you need to do is click on the relevant link (UK or US) once the Countdown is live!

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Beware the keen reviewer!

I learned this one the hard way. Hopefully by sharing my experience I will spare a few indie authors the sting of the keen reviewer – you know, the Goodreads reviewer who has some sort of ranking, a blog, and seems to get an awful lot of novels for free; the reviewer who messages you and asks if they could pretty please have a free copy of your book in exchange for an honest review. Some want PDF formats only (my e-reader is broken, so I’m having to use my computer), others insist on paperback (my computer is broken, I can only accept paperback), and the ones that will accept .mobi or .epub just, somehow, never get round to reading it (my life is so busy right now, I just can’t cope with all these novels I’ve requested).

Despite any reservations about dishing out your novel for free (and not only that, but in the case of paperback, paying for it), it’s impossible not to consider the what-ifs of sending out your novel to unknowns because, if they do review it, it will hopefully generate book sales. There may be the added risk of the reviewer disliking your novel and slating it (or worse, leaving you with a DNF), but that’s the part of the deal referred to as ‘honest’. The latest obstacle is Amazon’s updated Terms of Service – Authors can no longer send out their book for free with the agreement of a review, only with the possibility of one (they can’t demand, or expect, or request it: only hope). I gave away copies of my novel before these ToS came into force, and have yet to actually see a review from a reviewer who requested to review my book.

At first I only sent out .epubs and .mobis, refusing to distribute PDFs. Anyone with a phone or a computer can read PDF, and if the only version you have is the one you formatted to print, you’d be giving them free rein to print and sell your own novel for you. Ebook files feel more controlled, excluding when it appears in a ripped version, helpfully created by the people who make their living  converting self-published ebooks into PDFs for distribution around pirating websites (side note: society demands to be constantly entertained yet bemoans actually paying authors, artists, writers, directors and musicians fairly for it). The ebooks went out to two or three people early last year, and I’m still waiting for the promised reviews a year later.

Not yet stung by the above agreements involving ebooks, and still believing the reviews would materialise in time, I sent out a couple of paperbacks. I’ve come to admire the cheek of the emails essentially declaring that the person can’t be bothered to pay for your book themselves, but that they would like to read a hard copy, and can you please send it to them posthaste. Usually accompanied by the excuse of a broken e-reader, a few do have the honesty to admit to just preferring paperbacks. Telling them a paperback is currently impossible due to lack of funds, I offer an ebook instead – but no – they brightly insist they are happy to wait until I have more money. After a bit of research to determine that, yes, they did have a reviewing blog, and yes, they were regular reviewers on Goodreads, I decided I was willing to shoulder the cost for the promise of a few more reviews, and sent them the paperbacks.

The reviewers received their paperbacks last year. If a review doesn’t materialise within the first six months the whole process feels like a waste of money – yes, the review may happen eventually, but once you approach the one year mark the reviewers could have arguably just bought the book themselves.

One particular reviewer sent me an email telling me there would be an extra charge to pay if I wanted my book read within a year. They had received my novel a few days before, and were just too busy to read all the books they had requested. I wasn’t the only author stung by this – several complaints appeared on Goodreads from other affected authors. Not only was this reviewer essentially ransoming books for money, they were suddenly declaring themselves a paid reviewer (which is against Amazon and Goodreads’ terms of service), so if a review did materialise there was a very real possibility that Amazon and Goodreads would assume I had paid for the service (I hadn’t), and that I might then be banned.

Three months pass, then six, then nine. Ever hopeful that a review may still appear, you send polite emails prompting for updates, only to be met with radio silence. The ones that do get back to you seem to all be reading off the same script – this year has been manic – I’ve been unwell – your book is next on my review pile – I started reading it but something came up – I’m hoping to get back into it soon. Reasonable excuses, if given the once. Less so, and less believable once given again, and again, and again.

These reviewers need to be aware that when they are asking for a free paperback, most writers probably can’t afford it to send them one, even if they agree to send it anyway. Margins will already be minimal, if there are any profits at all. Just because a book is published does not mean that it is selling, and just because a book is selling does not mean it is profitable. If the reviewer receives the free book as discussed but then doesn’t produce the honest review in return, as discussed and agreed, it is essentially stealing.

Of course this doesn’t apply to the legitimate reviewers on Goodreads, of which there are many. I’ve sent paperbacks to several reviewers who were gracious, kind, prompt and considerate – all of which I, or a friend, approached. If someone approaches you, however, and asks to review your book in exchange for a ‘free’ copy, my advice would be not to do it. It may be tempting, but my experience so far shows me that the review will never materialise. If they’re trying to build their portfolio as a reviewer there’s no reason why they can’t start with free books in promotions, offers from Kindle Unlimited or even just purchase the novels themselves.

If you’re one of the reviewers I sent a free copy to and you happen to read this – I’m still waiting hoping.

Last day of Free Ebook Giveaway!


This is your last chance to get your free Kindle edition of The Future King: Logres!

This promotion is available to everyone worldwide and ends midnight tonight (Pacific time). Use the following links to get your free Kindle edition of The Future King: Logres before this offer expires!

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To use this deal through other Amazon regions, simply make sure the Amazon extension matches your country (e.g. .com or .fr), or search for The Future King: Logres on the relevant Amazon website.

Thank you for taking part in this Kindle Countdown Deal and for your help in sharing this offer far and wide. Please feel free to leave a review of The Future King: Logres once you’ve read your free copy!