If I’d Never Heard of Me, Would I Read My Book? by M. Jonathan Lee – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding 1 of only 20 limited run signed review copy of The Page and a signed first edition of The Radio to a randomly drawn winner (International) via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

If I’d never heard of me would I read my book?

What an absolutely fantastic question. I suppose first of all I would have had to have heard of me. This may sound bizarre but its such a competitive market out there. There are around 2,000 books published every day and the biggest struggle is simply to get noticed. The big publishers of course hog that market.

Anyway, lets just say I have heard of me. The blurb is key. The second most important thing to me is a story that has a twist. I love stories which lead the reader into the belief that they know what’s going on only to have the rug pulled from underneath them. Take Sixth Sense for example, what a fantastic concept. So yes, I would definitely read a story with a twist.

Thankfully, both my novels The Radio (which was nationally shortlisted on my little old island, England) and The Page have huge twists. Ones that I believe I have covered up expertly well.

And there’s more; I am so confident, that I interspersed fifteen clues into the text of The Page. If you can find them, you can have my royalties — it’s as simple as that. See www.jonathanleeauthor.com/competition for more information.

My novels are stories. Fluid, original, page-turning stories. Stories about everyday life that everyone can relate to.

With a twist.

ThePage_BFrmt260ppBkCvr_02.inddFollowing a tragic car accident, Michael Sewell is alone for the first time. The loss of his wife, Margaret after thirty years of marriage has left a hole far greater than Michael could have imagined.

Persuaded to go on holiday, by his daughter Jane, a page blown from a book crosses the pool and sticks to his chest. The words from the page resonate with Michael, describing in detail the exact events leading up to the accident.

Now, Michael must delve into his past and face his future, taking him and his family on a horrifying and tragic journey toward the truth.

Enjoy an excerpt:

The rain wasn’t falling. It was forcing itself out of the shadow of the moonlit clouds and smashing down to the earth below.

The tall, lean figure of a man exited through the door, leaving the relative warmth of the building behind him. He strode forwards intently towards the scattering of cars part-hidden in the darkness of the car park. From inside the pocket of his trousers he pressed the button on his keys. The car awoke, momentarily lighting the dim scene with a flash and emitting its chirpy beep. The man pulled open the door and sat in the driver’s seat. He removed his gold, half-rimmed glasses and wiped the rain from his forehead.

A few moments later he was followed by a short and very slightly overweight woman. The woman, no more than sixty years of age, looked flustered. From the warmth inside she had swept her belongings into her bag and quickly headed outside after the man. She pushed open the door and stood for a moment, half inside the pub and half outside. Until now she hadn’t noticed it was raining. She stood for a while under the porch, taking in the scene. The car park was fairly quiet with maybe five or six cars dotted around its vastness. Large trees surrounded the area. The heavy rain on the leaves weighed down the boughs, pointing accusatory fingers at her. Across to her right, the brightly lit sign of the pub swayed backwards and forwards, making a repetitive creaking sound. Usually, in this kind of weather she would wait under the canopy, protected from the rain, whilst the man brought the car to her. She knew tonight wasn’t usual. Tonight, if she was going to get in the car at all, she would have to make her own way there. Tonight, it wasn’t going to come to her.

The engine of the long black car began to spew grey smoke which glowed red as it wound itself through the rear lights. To save time she folded the top of her handbag over instead of zipping it and, grasping it tightly in both hands, headed towards the lights. The rain continued to fall, soaking her with each step. Her journey toward the lights was not as fast as that of the man; her high heeled shoes wouldn’t allow that.

The passenger side mirror allowed the man to watch her get ever closer. It was too dark to make out her expression, but it was obvious to him she was struggling to make her journey through the rain toward him. He smiled.

When she was about ten feet away, the man shifted the gear stick into reverse and accelerated at speed. The wet gravel crunched as it was displaced by the wheels. Startled, the woman paused and the man swung forwards, brushing her arm with the wing mirror. Abruptly, the car came to a stop. The woman’s soaking face, lit by the car’s interior lights, was now in his view.

She took a step back and pulled the door handle. The door clicked open and the woman threw her handbag into the passenger foot-well and climbed into the passenger seat. She let out a loud sigh and reached into her bag. From it she pulled a small packet of pocket-sized tissues and pulled down the sun-visor to use the mirror.

The man retrieved his glasses from the dashboard in front of him and looked at her. His face was expressionless.

She was aware he was watching but ignored him and began to remove the make-up that the rain had helped to distribute around her face. She licked the tissue and carefully wiped away the track marks which led from her eyes like black tears. She would not return his stare. This time, for once, she would be strong.

About the Author:4_29 AuthorPhoto_ThePageJonathan Lee was born in a small mining town somewhere in the north of England. His first novel, The Radio was nationally shortlisted in The Novel Prize 2012 for new authors, coming second from over 4,000 entries. The Radio was published in April 2013 and has received critical acclaim and sold more than 5,000 copies. His second novel, The Page, is published in Spring 2015.

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The Page has 15 clues which to a lesser or greater extent give away the twist in the final chapter. The clues are inserted into the text and hopefully are well-hidden. To celebrate the release of The Page in February 2015, a competition will be run. We will invite people to identify the clues and enter (when they have ten or more – as some may be so well hidden they are never found) through my website www.jonathanleeauthor.com. The competition will close 163 days after the release of The Page, and the winner (i.e. the one who identified the most clues – in the event of a tie – at random) will win:

1) One month’s royalties earned from The Page;
2) The original manuscript (of which there is only one);
3) A numbered and signed copy of The Page – review copy – there are only 20 of these worldwide;
4) A signed copy of my back catalogue in paperback or kindle version;
5) The Page promotional mug;
6) A free signed copy of all future novels released by me for life.

The overall winner will win 1-6 above. 2nd/3rd will received 4-6 only.

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  1. Thanks for hosting!

  2. Do you write on a typewriter, computer, dictate or longhand?

  3. I really enjoyed your comments. I really studied the excerpt, but could not figure anything out.

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