Just HOW exciting is my life this year? Not one movie to Produce, TWO full movies! PLUS Screenplay to write for the Dusty the Demon Hunter movie and Directing that too, and now this:

Jerry, Mungo Jerry – Rock Legend Turns Movie Spy

Mungo Jerry to Appear in New Horror Film as a British Agent

70's King of the Groove, Mungo Jerry, is to make a special guest appearance in the new British horror film, Dead Walkers: Rise of the 4th Reich.

The film, written and Directed by Philip Gardiner, is being shot during December in Derbyshire, England, for international release in 2013. Producing the film is British horror author, Michelle Gent. It's a bizarre tale of modern Nazis raising the 4th Reich in Romania. The film centres around a suspicious terrorist plot that turns out to be a Nazi vanguard for world domination. Mungo Jerry is playing the role of one of a group of British spies sent in to uncover the truth only to discover something even more sinister.

Mungo Jerry shot to fame in the 1970's with his hit, In the Summertime, which was covered in 2005 by Shaggy and again hit the top slot. He still tours today and is releasing a Christmas single with actress Anita Harris – a cover of Fairytale of New York. He's also written a song for Dead Walkers itself and a music video featuring clips from the movie is being shot by the Director of the film.

For more information about the film and Mungo Jerry see www.deadwalkersthemovie.com

Contact: [email protected]

I was scouring my docs as I do and I suddenly remembered the first draft of Dusty the Demon Hunter - Dream Lover story. It wasn't always rated PG for the YA market... I toned it down at bit. I then thought it might be fun to resurrect it so here it is.

Please note, this is a first draft so might have some errors etc in it.

She felt him approaching her from behind – as he always did. She was tense with excitement and shaking as he got close enough to touch her. The first touch from him was electric and her skin tingled wherever his fingertips stroked. His lips brushed her neck and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his shoulder. His arms snaked around her and folded her into his embrace. His lips were replaced by his teeth on her tender and sensitive neck; the nips were gentle yet insistent. His breath was becoming laboured as his passion rose to match hers and he pressed himself against her. She could feel the hardness of his excitement and she gasped. Her mouth opened to allow her panting breath an escape route and she moaned involuntarily. He stopped nibbling but held his teeth close to her neck, his tongue flicking out between them as he listened to her sighs. She was impatient for him to re-start his seduction but he knew that he was in complete control and he made her wait.

His hand went up to her throat and gently traced from her chin down... the tension was excruciating and almost beyond her endurance. She wanted to take his hands and place one on her breast and the other between her legs but she seemed unable to control her limbs. Her hands and arms were immobile and a fleeting thought crossed her mind “Oh no, not again!”

With that thought now embedded in her mind, his caresses and strokes became more invasive and she still could do nothing but moan her passion. Her mind was screaming her protest but her body, her treacherous and lustful body was urging him on!

As he laid her down and parted her legs she closed her eyes because she did not wish to see the person that was pleasuring her and yet violating her night after night in her dreams. She knew that he was aware that she was protesting inside her mind. He knew that her free will was locked away in the dream-state. He knew and he took full advantage of her instincts to mate.

As he guided his hardness into her, she gasped again for his erection was ice cold, almost painfully so. She could not move her arms to stop him but it seemed that her legs were under no such restrictions; they wrapped themselves around him as he slid his length deep into her. He was the consummate expert in seduction and he controlled himself perfectly. The rhythm was steady but exquisitely slow and she was brought to orgasm incredibly fast. He continued to work his magic upon her and she wrapped her suddenly movable arms around his neck to pull her up close to his body.

The cold of his erection was still disturbing to her inner-mind, she thought that he would have warmed up a little by now, given the amount of bodily fluid that had been released over it but no, he was still unnaturally cold and she was still so very hot and she wanted his coldness to douse the fire between her legs and yet she didn’t!

She came again and hung onto him with arms and legs squeezing his body until her muscles ached. Her head hung down back toward her pillow but still she did not let go.

His rhythm increased in pace and she recognised his build-up. She was still aching for more of his sex and she did not want it to end. Her mating instinct had swamped her free will and it was all but silent as she rode him from underneath, swaying her body in time with his thrusts, her legs bringing her closer as he thrust himself deeper, her arms crushing her breasts into his chest and her fingers entwining themselves in his hair.

As he approached his own orgasm, his body began to change and she knew that he was close. His skin became coarser, as did his hair. She felt as though she had hold of hanks of horse tail rather than the silky smooth hair of her lover.

His skin became scaled and the part of her that was based in reality was repulsed but the dreaming part was striving for one more orgasm before he shot his load and his icy cold semen squirted into her womb.

She acheived her orgasm but it was unsatisfactory, she felt dirty and defiled even as her body was shuddering with ecstacy. Her body was over the throes of passion as she felt the beginning of his. Her arms became weakened and she flopped back onto the bed. Her legs weakened a moment after but he maintained the connection between them as he did indeed let loose his icy semen into her. She shuddered anew as he grunted his pleasure and she was more determined than ever to keep her eyes closed tight against the vision of horror that she knew her dream lover had turned in to.

She turned her head as he planted a kiss on her cheek, his lips were no longer inviting and warm, they were scabbed and cold. He laughed at her grimace and then she knew that he had gone.

Her bed was saturated with sweat and something cold and sticky seeping from between her legs that was the residue of the night’s exertions.

She was repulsed and disgusted and she stripped her bed for the third time that week.

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot!

I love this time of year, Halloween, Bonfire night then onto my birthday (hint, hint) and Christmas!
This year (as I said before) has simply flown by but I'm not surprised, I have had so much on this year that the only thing I'm truly amazed at is that it's not February yet! There seems to have been a heck of a lot of stuff packed into one year already!
I was talking to a friend and she has had a bad year with regards to illnesses (hers and family) and she'll be glad to see the back of this year. I'm not quite of the same mind, I have a lot to be thankful for and though it's been tough and continues to be so, I think we'll get through this one and will have enough drive to make a good headway into the next.

I have a movie under my Producer's belt from this year already with Exorcist Chronicles and we're well under way with the next, a spy thriller with an almighty twist (of course) in Dead Walkers.
Other projects are coming up, Dusty etc, I'm writing Children of Sol for NaNoWriMo (not making much headway there but never mind).

I think I can safely say that this year has been a cracker of a year and it looks like it will end with a BANG - if the Mayans are wrong of course.

Have a safe and exciting Bonfire Night!

Image from freedigitalphotos.net

I've found a story I wrote a few years ago. I'm supposed to be writing NaNoWriMo but I haven't.
Never mind!
Enjoy...




It was a bright Saturday afternoon, half way through the main summer holiday. The local park was deserted for a change. Most families are either away for their summer break or taken advantage of the glorious weather and gone off on a day-trip.
One little girl sat on a swing, not swinging, just sitting and staring at her feet.
She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair shone in the sun and because she was sitting on the swing and therefore a little unstable, the sunlight glinted off the shine on her hair with every imperceptible movement. The ringlets in her hair moved as a rogue breeze caught it and tossed it about.
The dress she wore was a bright cornflower blue and was too ‘posh’ for usual playtime; it must be her party dress. The frilly socks and clean sandals added to the effect. She was holding tight to a blue ribbon in one hand, absentmindedly twirling it in her fingers.
There was a part-healed graze on her right knee and as he approached her, she looked up directly at him with the most perfect blue eyes he had ever seen.
The Hunger makes itself known. It reached to clutch the heart almost painfully yet the sensation was welcomed and savoured.
“Hello, my name’s Sarah. What’s your name?” she said with an innocence which belied her upbringing in a world of trust and love.
“My name’s Brian but you’re not supposed to talk to strangers. Hasn’t your mummy told you that?”
“I don’t have a mummy anymore, I only have a daddy. Mummy died...” A shadow passed over her expression, not quite sadness but perhaps an echo of a response to the question – a mimicry of the expression an adult may make in response to the question.
“Oh that’s sad,” Brian said as he sat on the swing next to hers. “That’s a really pretty dress Sarah, are you going to a party?”
“I’ve been to a party all afternoon,” she sighed elaborately. “All the games are boring. I told them so too.”
Brian laughed at the precocious child’s mannerisms. He could imagine exactly how she would have told them, even with a little stamp of her tiny foot. “Didn’t they play other games? And what about the birthday cake, didn’t you want to wait for that? Blowing out the candles is my favourite part of a party.”
“No. When I pulled Jessica’s hair, I was sent to bed for being naughty.”
The Hunger stirred once more, twining tendrils around the heart and lungs, making breathing a little, but not noticeably, difficult.
Brian’s hands began to twitch. To disguise the fluttering of his fingers, he rubbed his face. The sound of his two day growth of whiskers seemed loud in his ears.
“So you didn’t go to bed? You came out to the park instead.”
Sarah nodded with great solemnity. “I thought there might be other children to play with, but no one came.”
“Until me,” Brian said quietly.
Sarah looked directly at Brian for a few long moments. Brian swallowed involuntarily under her scrutiny. She jumped off the swing and stood in front of him, his face was level with hers and she grinned. He saw the gap in her teeth and he smiled back.
“Shall we go for a walk?” he said at last.
Sarah didn’t hesitate, she held out her hand for him to take. “To see some ponies?” she asked with excitement.
“Yes, I know where there are some ponies and some sheep with baby lambs. And I know where there are six beautiful new born kittens, only a few weeks old,” he said as he led her off the park.
The Hunger was fully awake and aware. It tightened its grip on the heart, making it beat harder with anticipation. It made breathing yet more difficult and adrenalin, or something akin to it, oozed through the nervous system to enliven the senses.
The Hunger was no longer a sleeping and dormant beast. It was baying to be fed. Its need paramount and it must be satisfied soon.
“I like kittens. Will I be allowed to stroke them?” Sarah looked up to Brian when she asked the question and his breath caught in his throat at the intensity of her gaze.
“Yes of course you will. You can do anything you like.”
Just off the playing field, beyond the boundary fence, there was a wooded area. There was a foot-worn path running towards the stile.
Sarah placed her hands on his shoulders as he picked her up and he had to swallow again, hard.
At the closeness, the Hunger voiced its unrest. The words were quiet and yet distinct. “This one is perfect. This one will slake my thirst, feed my need. Be quick about it, I want it now!”
It was always hard to ignore the voice but it must wait just a little longer.
Further into the wood, away from the worn path.
“I’m tired Brian. Where are the kittens?” The tone of voice had begun to take on a whining timbre and Brian was becoming agitated.
“Not far now, Sarah.”
Then he could see his secret place. It was well disguised from all eyes prying but he recognised it easily. An old but well repaired stone shed, possibly a long forgotten gamekeeper’s hide or store, or even a charcoal burner’s temporary shelter in days gone by.
“Here we are Sarah, the kittens are inside.”
Brian pointed to the door which was clear to see since he pushed through the undergrowth.
The Hunger was almost uncontrollable. Almost a physical force by now but it had recognised that the time was almost nigh and became quiet – for the moment.
“In here?” Sarah asked. She hesitated, disturbed by the darkness perhaps?
“Yes, just push open the door, but be careful, they are becoming little rascals and we don’t want to let them escape.”
Sarah pushed open the door slowly. She looked on the floor for the kittens and closed the door after her.
“Brian! It’s very dark, I can’t see them!” Her voice was muffled but he heard her well enough.
“Just one second, I’m coming to you,” he called back.
The Hunger was a palpable force by now. It sensed that it was about to be satisfied. These opportunities were so few and far between.
As the door opened, Brian walked in slowly. He reached up to his left and clicked on a camping lamp connected to a car battery. All around the shack were scattered his mementos. He had made the shed a cosy home-from-home. In the light, things glistened and twinkled, objects that he had found and brought there, toys taken to the playground by children and discarded or forgotten. A comic or two on a milk crate table and a magazine of a more adult nature on the floor by the side of a dirty mattress. A radio stood next to that and in the far corner, almost out of sight was a cardboard box.
Inside the box was a mangy, skinny cat. Her equally scrawny kittens were scattered around her, fighting each other for the limited supply of milk.
“There she is, Sarah,” Brian said and pointed to the box. “Six beautiful kittens.”
Sarah turned, almost bewildered. “Oh,” was all she said. As she had her back turned towards Brian, the Hunger took control.
Brian stepped up behind her and was gazing lovingly at the kittens. As he bent forward, his throat was rent from his neck as Sarah’s tiny but lethally pointed teeth snapped shut on it and she yanked her head away. Brian stepped back with both hands clutched to his destroyed throat, trying in vain to staunch the blood. His eyes wide and his stubbly chin splattered with his blood.
Sarah leaped at him, her fingers curled into claws, teeth bared in a silent scream. Her eyes were no longer blue, but a luminescent red, an evil glow illuminating them from behind.
The force of her leap knocked Brian backwards onto the milk crate, shattering the brittle plastic table. The comics were rendered unreadable by the blood which sprayed them.
Brian tried to scream but sound was impossible from his ruined voice box. Instead, a wet gurgle was all he could manage.
Sarah was strong beyond her appearance and Brian realised too late. The Hunger which resides inside her gives her a strength beyond human capabilities – beyond human imaginings.
Brian died in a wet whimper. Any urges that he had hoped to act upon died with him. It is only Sarah’s urge – the Hunger – that is satisfied.

Sarah left by the same door she entered by. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth as she pulled the door almost closed.
“Bye bye, pusscat. You have lovely kittens.”
Brian’s cat purrs in response as she feasts on the first decent meal that Brian had provided since the birth of her kittens.
His heart just wasn’t in it any more. Neither were his kidneys or liver.

I've been persuaded to go for this writing challenge again this year. Last year's effort was dismal, I didn't get anything done really... just the beginning of an idea for a story that hasn't been looked at since. So what am I going to write for this year's challenge? I decided to proceed with the vampire story I'm currently writing. I'll start from where I got up to - word count to be confirmed but it's around 15,000 give or take.
I'll keep you updated with that and possibly post snippets of it in this blog as I'm going too.

October's gone
Well the year is almost over, just one sixth to go now and I'm asking myself not only "Where did the year go???" but also "What have I done with my year?"
So I'll go for a re-cap.
I actually wanted to have two new novels out this year, as you can see, that hasn't happened as I planned it. I have four novels part-written and a lot of other projects sitting waiting for me to pick them back up again.
The first part of the year seemed so promising too!
We celebrated my husband's 50th birthday with friends from Canada and then we went on a short break where I got my head down and wrote 25,000 words on a project in just one week! Just to put that into perspective, that's half a NaNoWriMo done in a quarter of the time allotted.
In April we became grandparents and Oh My Goodness that really IS AWESOME.
May started out horrendously for our family. My husband had a heart attack and the first few days were simply awful. The best news out of all that was that he's all good, it was a 'warning' and there's no damage! The month decided to be a little kinder and later on it led to me becoming the Editor of AWESOME Online Magazine - EXCITING stuff!
Around that time, I also had the wonderful news that - Dusty the Demon Hunter - my short story series was going to be made into a movie - It just doesn't get any better than this does it?
June/July and I was immersed into a whole new sphere for me. Philip Gardiner asked if I'd like to be Producer on Exorcist Chronicles, his new movie. So the work began!
August seems to have gone by in a complete blur! We were filming the movie and we celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary.
What did I do in September? Loads of stuff to do with the movie and catching up on everything (except my writing, unfortunately).
October was a blast, I'm Producing another movie with Phil - Dead Walkers - and Oh BOY! This looks exciting!
Just on the cusp of October/November, Phil decided to throw a little 'fun' into the heady mix of movie-making. He asked a throw-away question about making a zombie movie. The response is phenomenal so I'm having a go at writing the script!
I'm looking forward to November and then of course December when we'll no doubt be overjoyed with our delightful granddaughter as she experiences her very first Christmas... I wonder if Phil will let me borrow his camera? - Maybe not!

I wonder what 2013 will bring? Well, whatever it decides to throw at me, I hope I'll meet it with the same level of excitement and enthusiasm as I have with the challenges of this year!

Onward and Upward!