James Patterson’s BookShots with Jassy Mackenzie. Short, fast-paced, high-impact entertainment.
Private Johannesburg is closing down…
After the tragic suicide of his partner, Khosi, Joey Montague is packing up the branch of Private they’d set up in Johannesburg with US owner Jack Morgan. The investigation agency will be scaled down until Joey can recover from this devastating loss.
As he’s loading the removal van, Joey receives a call from an American woman who has just landed in the city and needs his help. But what at first seems to be a simple protection job soon becomes a matter of life and death – not just for his client, but for Joey himself.
Here it is… an excerpt from Bad Seeds – the new Jade de Jong thriller, launching on 4 April 2017.
This is how you hide a body.
We’re not talking a scenario where you’ve had weeks to plan, to scope out the area, to assess the terrain. This is a rush job. Risky and dangerous, but a job nonetheless, and you are a professional.
First, the killing. Up close and personal is easy with the help of your accomplice, who provides a distraction at the right moment. The method you use is quiet. You’ve done it before. It’s also quick, bloodless and effective, but it requires skill and resolve.
You have both. Continue reading
What do you do when your story isn’t moving forward? Here’s my advice: move yourself forward instead. Stand up, leave your desk, get out of the house and go for a walk.
Now, this might sound demented. Where are you going to find the time? Shouldn’t every spare second be spent on your work in progress?
The point is that, if you’re a writer, every spare second is already devoted to your work in progress. There’s nothing like fretting over a partly written novel to make the day fly by, especially if you’re at a tricky part of the writing or you’ve hit a block. It’s impossible to get the damn thing out of your mind, even if you’re busy doing other things. It simmers in the background, gently leaching your energy away. Continue reading
Setting a year aside to complete your novel is a reasonable time-frame. If you approach this maturely and methodically, you should have no difficulty at all in producing a polished second draft after twelve months, which is ready for submission. Here’s how you go about it:
Month one: Excitement! Buy everything you need – maybe a nice new laptop and a paper notebook – and start doing your book research and plotting. Continue reading
Here’s a sobering thought. For a writer, your first million words will be practice. That’s about how many words you’ll need before you start getting it consistently right.
“A million?” you might shriek, outraged. (Or uncontrollably sob in a low, choked voice.) “Are you sure? You didn’t mean a thousand words? I mean, it’s not like we’re talking about mastering a foreign tongue here, or learning Martian. These is the same language I’ve been speaking ever since I first learned to say ‘Me want juice’. Surely writing must come naturally?” Continue reading
Fencer and model Claire Harvey has never forgotten the searing, passionate encounter with a handsome stranger on her first international flight. Then, as an up-and-coming superstar, she had the world at her feet. Now, her marriage is on the rocks, recent scandal has derailed her career, and she’s flat broke after her sponsors have pulled out. Continue reading
“Emma Caine’s path to true love is paved with stumbling blocks. With the wickedly appealing Simon Nel based six thousand kilometers away, she’s being sexually deprived instead of sexually depraved.”
Emma Caine’s path to true love is paved with stumbling blocks. With the wickedly appealing Simon Nel based six thousand kilometers away, she’s being sexually deprived instead of sexually depraved. Continue reading
“A spanking good read”
“This is a brave rollercoaster ride that made me laugh and cry. It’s a sexy and moving South African story that gripped me right from the beginning. By the end, I wanted to ride the rollercoaster again.” Claire Johnston, Mango Groove.
Emma Caine is pushing forty and life is hitting her hard. Her husband has been brain damaged, she’s lost her job, and she might lose her home. Continue reading
Timothy Littlewood lowered himself down onto the wedge of cardboard. Worn and brittle from months of use, it offered his knees no protection from the rough surface beneath.
He dunked the brush into the metal bucket, shivering as his hands plunged into the icy water. He lifted it out, slippery with soap, and bent to scrub the floor.
A whistling sound warned him, and he cringed as the whip lashed across his shoulders. He knew better than to cry out, but his breath escaped him in a silent, shuddering sigh.
“Go faster, you slacker. Think you’ve got all day down here?” Her voice was harsh, with a strong South African accent.
“N-no, I’m sorry, mistress.” Timothy didn’t dare look up. He crouched over the bucket, head bowed. All he could see was the dark gleam of her leather boots.
“I don’t want apologies from you. I want action. You clean this floor every day, and every day I have the same damn problem. You don’t work hard, you don’t work fast.”
“I know it seems that way, mistress. I’m trying, really I am. But the basement is large, you know. And the floor is rough.”
“Don’t give me excuses. This room stinks because you’re too lazy to do a proper job.”
“You’re right, of course. I am lazy. And I’m sorry the smell offends you. It’s an underground room, you see. It never gets sunlight. Perhaps it has damp.” He returned to his task, scrubbing with renewed vigour as if his efforts with the soapy water might somehow eradicate the damp.