It’s giveaway time

You could win 1 of 3 paperback copies of

Following a tip from my coach through this Indie World, Carole P Roman, I’ve decided to hold a giveaway for my novel Where There’s A Will; I’m running it through Amazon, who are handling the more onerous aspects of it, namely the distributing of the prizes to the winners, and the picking of the winners, who will be chosen at random when entries close on the 12th.

If you’d like to enter for your chance to win this novel, which has been described as both ‘a terrific crime drama’ and ‘a great British detective story’ follow the link below

NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. Ends the earlier of Jan 12, 2017 11:59 PM PST, or when all prizes are claimed. See Official Rules


If you enter the giveaway, and receive a commiserations message before the 12th, please ignore it. This is my first time setting one of these up and I fear I may have gotten the auto messages round the wrong way. The draw will not take place until after the 12th, when Amazon will pick the winners and send the books.

A giveaway and a bargain

Today I’m providing my wonderful followers with not 1 but 2 great opportunities; first up is the change to win 3, that’s right, 3 books from award winning author P D Workman, who is running a giveaway on Goodreads for her Medical Kidnap Files series.

You can enter the giveaway here but before you do, you might want to know a little more about the books, so here they are

Mito, Medical Kidnap Files #1

32415704Gabriel has dealt with mysterious medical issues his whole life. Just when he finally thought that they had all of the answers and he was on the road to good health, he is apprehended by DFS on the grounds of medical neglect.

At first, he thought that he would be back home in a few days, once the misunderstanding was cleared up. But when Renata tells Gabriel her crazy conspiracy theories, Gabriel feels the first pangs of doubt. Is there really a conspiracy? Will he ever be able to get well and go back to his mother, or is he doomed to be another guinea pig for Doctor De Klerk?

EDS, Medical Kidnap Files #2

32162589.jpgWith a long string of unbelievable stories to explain her frequent injuries, Social Services sees Katt is the stereotypical abused child. When she is admitted to hospital with yet another broken bone, they do the only logical thing to protect her, removing Katt from her mother’s custody.

But Katt and her mother know that something is wrong, and it has nothing to do with abuse, and the longer Katt stays in foster care, the worse her health gets. Can they get the answers they need before it is too late? Can they get the answers and get Katt back home?


Proxy, Medical Kidnap Files #3

32162599.jpgFourteen-year-old Seth Wilcox has been admitted to the hospital forty-eight times, according to his mother’s latest social media posts, when Social Services steps in and takes Seth into care, believing his mother suffers from Munchausen by Proxy and Seth is not safe in her care.

Gabriel Tate is now a veteran in dealing with medical kidnap and reuniting children with their families. He knows Seth and his mom, Leva, a tireless mitochondrial disorder advocate. He knows he needs to get Seth back to Leva as soon as he can.

With the authorities hot on their trails, Gabriel and Renata face increasingly difficult challenges. Can they stay one step ahead of the authorities? Can they finally get Seth somewhere he will be safe?

There’s only 5 days left to enter if you’re in the US or Canada for a chance to win all 3 of these novels in paperback, but this is an opportunity not to be missed.

The 2nd of today’s great opportunities is brought to you by me, my novel, Where There’s A Will, the 1st book in my Inspector Stone series is on sale today as a countdown deal and can be had for just 99c or 99p, depending on which side of the pond that is the Atlantic you’re on.

For those of you who are new to my blog, here’s a bit about the book

Where There’s A Will

Inspector Stone Book One

An armed robbery, a kidnapping, and an enemy that’s closer than anyone realises.

A rich family, a big house, and everything her heart desires, Alice Keating has a life that many want, and now someone has decided to take it.
Inspector Stone has to put aside problems at home and an ambitious underling when Alice is kidnapped, and a multi-million Euro ransom demanded for her return.
Can he find her and return her safely to her parents when the man behind Alice’s kidnapping it closer to home than anyone suspects, and he’s not above murder to stay out of jail and get what he wants.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Make sure you check the price before purchasing as this is a limited time offer.

Not happy with Booksbutterfly

I’m not normally one to write a post about a negative experience with a website, it’s not in my nature, but on this occasion I feel I need to.

I was dubious the moment I saw the site, it has a lot of packages available, most of which offer a guarantee of a certain number of sales, a number that is likely to result in a profit, a small one, for anyone using the package. My scam alert started going off as a read the details of the packages, none of which gave any information on how the sales are guaranteed.

After thinking about it for a short while I decided to do some research, which wasn’t very helpful – I found an equal number of negative posts about the site as positive with the result that I was undecided about giving the site a try. Ultimately I decided, by virtue of having a bit of money that I could afford to lose (not that I liked the idea) to take the risk, figuring that if I didn’t get the indicated guaranteed number of sales I would know not to use the site again, and I wouldn’t have risked money that I might need for something more important, like food.

It didn’t take long to discover that I should have gone with my instincts and ignored the site. Communication was limited, and I had to send an email to chase up and find out when my book, Where There’s A Will, was going to be promoted for their new release package – I was told that it would be promoted over three days and that sales could take a couple of days longer to show up, unfortunately I saw no sales that I could definitely attribute to booksbutterfly (I had 2 sales over the course of a week but had another long term promotion running that might have been responsible) and when I searched for my book on the sites where it was apparently posted it was either absent or incredibly hard to find.

I have emailed the company, asking for either a refund or an explanation of why I didn’t get the sales they guaranteed. When I get a response, assuming I get one, I’ll let you all know what they say; in the mean time, I would advise against promoting with this site.

An excerpt

The long road through rural Hampshire was devoid of any other traffic, and John Wilkins’ mind began to wander. Increasingly it focused on the meal he had waiting for him when he got home, not to mention a nice glass of cider, rather than on the road ahead of him or on his surroundings.
He was snapped out of his reverie by a noise that dragged his attention back to the here and now, a noise his instincts and experience recognised all too well – a gunshot.
Though he was sure of what he had heard – he had heard enough gunshots during his time in the army to recognise one when it reached his ears – his brain reminded him that he was no longer in the military, no longer in Afghanistan or Iraq; no longer did every noise signal a threat to his life. Just to be sure, he reached down to turn the radio off; no sooner had he done so than he heard a second report, this time there was no mistaking the sound. His head snapped round as he searched his surroundings for the source of the gunshots, at the same time he tensed, ready to react the moment he detected danger to himself.
He could see no-one, though that didn’t surprise him; to his right was woodland, it wasn’t dense but there were enough trees and bushes to provide concealment for anyone who didn’t wish to be seen, while on his left was a four-foot-high hedge, which made it all but impossible for him to see anything of the farm on that side of the road.
His eyes had just returned to the road ahead when a figure appeared from behind the hedge. John slammed his foot on the brake and spun the wheel in a desperate bid to avoid the figure, which he realised was a teenage girl when his brain caught up and processed what he was seeing. He missed the girl, to his enormous relief, but there was no way he could avoid the man who ran out after her – he didn’t even see him until the moment of impact.
The man was caught a glancing blow by his Audi and he spun away before collapsing to the ground, where he lay, unmoving. The moment his car stopped, John released his seatbelt, threw open the door and got out. A small part of his brain was concerned about possible damage to his car from the collision, it was overridden, however, by worry for the girl he had almost hit and the man he had hit. He looked around for the girl, but quickly turned his attention to the immobile figure in the middle of the road when he didn’t see her.
Unsure what sort of situation he had found himself in, but certain that it was a dangerous one, John approached the man cautiously. He stopped a dozen or so feet from the prone figure when he saw the gun on the ground, and turned slowly on the spot, his instincts and his senses in overdrive as he searched for an ambush or some hidden danger, like someone else with a gun.
His heart raced as he mentally returned to his tours of duty in the heat and the dust of Afghanistan and Iraq. Everything and everyone there, at least everyone who didn’t wear an Allied uniform, was a potential threat, including – especially – the environment.
It was a good half a minute before his brain and his body accepted that he was no longer in danger from the Taliban or IS insurgents hiding amongst the local populace, and he didn’t have to worry about the possibility of stumbling on a hidden bomb that was going to tear his body apart.
Slowly, he approached the prone figure, stopping when he reached the dropped gun. He bent to pick up the pistol and examined it quickly – the muzzle was warm, and there were traces of gunpowder around it, which told John that it had been fired recently and was the source of the gunshots he had heard. Hoping that there were no other gunmen around, he slipped the safety catch on and then ejected the clip and the round in the chamber. Once he had made it safe, he tossed the gun and the clip in opposite directions and moved to check the man he had hit.
He had studied first aid, both before he joined the army and while he was in uniform, but his medical knowledge was still limited. As far as he could tell the man had, miraculously, suffered no major trauma, though there was still a chance of internal injuries – it was impossible for him to tell. It was no consolation to know that there was no way he could have avoided the collision, and he wasn’t legally culpable.
His brief and, he was sure, inadequate examination completed, John stood and reached a hand into his pocket for his phone. The emergency operator answered almost immediately and John quickly explained the situation and gave his location – he couldn’t be exact since he was on a back road between two villages with no real landmarks or signs, but he was sure the ambulance and the police would find him without too much difficulty; it would actually be harder for them to miss him than to find him so long as they were on the right road.
When a second examination of the man he had hit revealed he was still breathing okay, and was not about to die or suffer complications from his injuries in the immediate future, John went looking for the girl he had somehow managed to avoid. He had seen no sign of her since she ran across the road in front of his car, but he was sure she was still nearby; the road they were on ran for almost four miles, with only a few farms and a single stretch of half a dozen houses along its length; the nearest place the girl could make for, other than the farm she had run from, was about half a mile away.
He searched the woods around where the girl had disappeared with his eyes; it wasn’t easy, for the only light came from the headlights of his car and the pale moon overhead, which was alternately concealed and then revealed by the wispy clouds being blown across the sky by the brisk breeze.
He saw movement out the corner of his eye but dismissed it as just the breeze playing with the foliage; when the movement came again, he turned towards it and spotted the girl, who was hiding behind a tree and using a bush to conceal herself, not very well, as she peered out in an obvious effort to see what was going on.
“Hello,” John called out, keeping his voice as friendly and non-threatening as possible. “Are you alright?” There was a quick rustling and the girl’s eyes disappeared. He wasn’t surprised by that – he didn’t know who the girl was, or what had happened to her, but it was clear that something serious had. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”
John waited a few moments to see if the girl was going to respond, when she didn’t he called out again. “It’s okay, you’re safe now, he can’t hurt you anymore.” The girl still didn’t respond. “What’s your name?” he asked, trying another tack.” I’m John, John Wilkins,” he said, hoping that by giving his name he would appear less threatening to her, which would encourage her to speak – it worked.
“Are you one of them?” she asked. Her eyes, the only part of her that was visible, were filled with fear while the concealing bush shook in time with the trembling of her body.
“No,” John called back with a shake of his head, not that he had the first clue who ‘they’ were. The news that there was more than one person to worry about had his eyes darting all around, searching again for any possible danger; the figure in the road hadn’t moved and was, apparently, still unconscious, and John couldn’t see anyone else, despite that he remained alert. “I was driving home when you ran out in front of my car – as he said that he couldn’t help wishing that he had stuck to the dual-carriageway, instead of leaving it to avoid the chaos caused by a three-car pileup – what happened? Who are you?”
“Alice Keating.”
The reply came after a silence that stretched on for long enough that John thought she wasn’t going to answer him. He knew the name, he had heard or seen it somewhere recently, he just couldn’t remember where.
“I was kidnapped, I think it was a couple of days ago,” Alice said uncertainly. She wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed since she was taken from the back of her family’s Bentley, she had lost track of how long she had been locked in the room she had escaped from.
The moment she said that, John remembered where he knew her name from – he was surprised he hadn’t remembered it straight away, after all, her kidnapping had been all over both the local and the national news the last few days.

If you like this excerpt, you can buy the book for the kindle here or read it free if you use Kindle Unlimited, coming soon to paperback as well.

Coming soon…

It seems like now would be a good time to tell all of you that there is only a week to go until my debut novel is released. I have all but finished the editing, the formatting will only take a day or so to get organised, and the cover has already been created, so next Thursday it is.

I will be pressing the publish button in time for it to go live somewhere between Thursday and Friday (you can never be sure how long it will take Amazon to get a book onto its virtual shelves).

For the time being I will have Where There’s A Will exclusively on Amazon, which will make it possible for people in Amazon Prime to get it through the Kindle Owners Lending Library and Kindle Unlimited.

Now that’s out of the way, here’s a bit about the book

Where There’s A Will

Inspector Stone Book One

Alex R Carver


An armed robbery, a kidnapping, and an enemy that’s closer than anyone realises.

Inspector Stone has to put aside problems at home and an ambitious underling when the daughter of a local businessman is kidnapped, and a multi-million Euro ransom demanded for her return.
Can he find her and return her safely to her parents when the kidnappers are dangerously close to home?

Coming 3rd November 2016



its-party-timeAfter 89,000 words in 18 days, only a little under 5,000 words a day, I have finished typing up the first draft of Where There’s A Will, woohoo! I thought it would take longer, so I’m really pleased that I’ve been able to do it so quickly. Now it’s time for me to take a few days away it – I’d like to think that I’ll take a brief holiday from writing, but I won’t, I know me – before I get on with the second draft.

Keep an eye on Wattpad everyone, because the remaining first draft chapters will be up in the next day or so so you can read the full book.