The More, the Merrier! Crowdfunding your Publishing Project

Awesome! The article I wrote for Indie B.R.A.G on crowdfunding your publishing project is up!

Go have a read!

https://bit.ly/2E14Zgh

Midpoint!

Day 16, just past the half-way mark for the Thieves' Castle #IndieGoGo Publishing campaign & I'm happy to announce we are at 39% of the funding goal!

Wow!

Huge thanks to my supporters! It's amazing, but I've still a ways to go over the next 2 weeks (ends Dec 11) to reach my goal.

Thank you for all your help! Please tell your friends and anyone you think might be interested in becoming a patron of publishing and helping bring some new historical fiction out to the world!

Just flip them the URL:

 http://igg.me/at/thievescastle .

Thanks for your support!

Hi everyone!

As a part of my IndieGoGo campaign to raise publishing funds, I've posted a short, exclusive  preview of the first three chapters of the new book Thieves' Castle.

I hope you find it enjoyable, fun and intriguing enough to make you want to read the entire book, and to help make that possible by helping out the funding campaign!

You can find the campaign at http:igg.me/at/thievescastle


Thieve's Castle Excerpt:

Chapter the First

The man’s feet slid in the muck as he crossed the open space of the laneway, the darkness yawning moist and thick around him. He leaned against the corner post panting, his breath harsh in the silence of the street. An unsheathed dagger glinted in one hand. The man glanced around, eyes straining at the darkness.

Ivy Lane stank. The smell was a mix of urine, dung and the foul rancid stench of offal drifting down from the butcher’s yards north of Newgate Street.

The man pushed himself away from the corner and turned hastily down the lane. The night was heavy and the darkness near complete, lit only by a handful of sputtering candles hiding behind the thin panes of windows. The dim yellow light of a small lamp hung outside one fathomless doorway.
Although the lane was cobbled, the stones were greasy with the accrual of filth and the endless tread of daytime commerce. The man paused, hearing the faint echo of feet behind him, the sound uncertain.

He cursed to himself and began to move down Ivy Lane with as much speed as the darkness and the uncertain footing allowed. He held the dagger at length in front of him, as though to hold the enveloping night at bay. The sounds seemed closer....

Check out the exclusive preview at:
https://bit.ly/2OSQEDG

YEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone! 

Thrilled to announce that the crowd-funding campaign for publishing my new book is now UP AND RUNNING!

Please have a look, let me know what you think, tell your friends (ALL your friends!!) and consider making a contribution to help me bring this to publication! I guarantee you will get a great read out of it!

All the best,

Dean

http://igg.me/at/thievescastle