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I write transgressive novellas across Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Paranomal Genres.
My work is unapologetically bold and pushes boundaries. It's not for the faint of heart. But if you share a dark sense of humour or you're bored by the conventional, there should be something here for you.
And if you fall in love with one of the twisted characters, all the better :-)
The audio rights to Vagabond have been sold to music producer Michael Carnell.
Ravenous
The people are oppressed. The King is corrupt. A rebellion has ended in murder and mayhem. But never mind all that because everybody loves a royal wedding!
Evil Prince Erik has discovered the bride he needs to secure his grip on the throne. But the idea doesn't grip his betrothed, peasant girl Jenny. Already in the shit, she doubles down with an escape through the castle's sewers. Her trusty raven, Croak, is never far behind, ready to peck the eyes out of anyone harming his mistress. Unless they have shiny things.
Meanwhile, in Rosie's Tavern, Leo the Licker indulges his voracious appetite for stew, ale, and lady parts. The men of the village discover who's been pleasuring their wives, and all hell breaks loose. Enter Jenny, with Erik's soldiers hot on her tail, under orders to bring her hot tail back to the castle. The unlikely couple find themselves flung together and on the run. Or in fat Leo's case, on the fast walk.
Warp Factor: Bitch
When you wake up in a cage, at a slave market on an alien planet of sentient lizards, you might be forgiven for thinking "Life's a bitch and then you die", before surrendering all hope.
Jen decides instead that SHE'S the bitch, and she's going to give life a swift kick in the balls. Or the lizard equivalent of balls anyway.
Join her as she fights back, on behalf of her devastated human race in this rollicking scifi novella that's sure to offend someone.
Mother's Little Angels
A thousand winters after the apocalypse. Women rule the world. Another useless man has failed to put a child in Chief Jaboo's belly. In a rage she sends her best Hunter and Weaver to the slave markets, under orders to swap him for a more fertile seeder. Sulon the Hunter decides to try the faulty merchandise along the way. But the fun is short lived. Dark clouds of war are gathering. Can the village survive an attack by the radical sisterhood? Or does their salvation lie in the hands of yet another useless man?
This tongue-in-cheek short story mixes erotica, religion, battles and adventure, to tell the story of a matriarchal society's struggle to survive.
Vagabond
She was born stunted. A runt. From her snub-nosed bridge to her chubby rear thrusters. An ugly child, spat from the womb of a Martian shipyard generations ago. Now charred and pitted with craters, the scars on her battered titanium skin tell a hundred stories.
This is one of those stories.
Join Brenda, the Vagabond's cantankerous bitch of a captain as she leads her crew on a treacherous mission; to haul a mysterious pod from the outer reaches of the solar system to the Martian colonies.
It's up to Chief Engineer Rat, a scrawny little pervert, to stop the Vagabond's plasma engines exploding. When he's not polishing the mirrors on his shoes.
Be seduced by the beautiful but deadly Communications Officer, Katomi. What she can't solve with her body, she'll solve with her collection of knives. Her enemies die with a smile on their face, and a blade in their belly.
Will the Vagabond reach Mars before Brenda runs out of whiskey and gets REALLY mad?
Will Katomi burn in hell for seducing that monk back on Jupiter Station?
Will Rat ever get into Katomi's pants, and survive the encounter with all his appendages attached?
And just what's inside the mysterious pod?
COMING SOON!
Vagabond Audio book, produced by Michael Carnell.
Michael Carnell is a distinguished voice actor, producer, and session vocalist with over two decades of experience, known for his captivating storytelling and versatile talent. As the voice of the official Travel Guide Channel on television, he brings destinations to life with his distinctive voice. With a five-star rating across multiple platforms as a singer, producer, and voice actor, Michael consistently delivers exceptional performances, creating memorable experiences for audiences worldwide.
Proxima Bound
Humanity's last hope rests with the colonists aboard the generational starship Attenborough. Bound for Proxima Centauri, a thousand years away. Catastrophe strikes when a reactor meltdown cuts off those in the ship's front from the rear. Two factions must now struggle to survive.
With four hundred years still to travel, we join a plucky teenager, "Thief". She's found a way through the ventilation system, around the radioactive core of the ship and into the front sections. Thief brings back vital components that might help the rear-dwellers connect the ship's computer. For the first time in hundreds of years, there is hope.
But people are disappearing without a trace, and the makeshift hospital is overflowing with cases of a new virus.
It's up to Thief to embark on her toughest mission yet. To crawl through the bowels of the ship, the furthest she's ever been, and find some answers, before there's no-one left alive.
What she finds at the front of the ship, however, is terrifying
The Genesis Perversion
The survival of the entire race depends on three individuals.
One small problem...they've lost their minds.
An assassin, a nympho and a cannibal walk into a bar.
Will all three of them walk out?
A transgressive erotic spin on the apocalypse.
Skinny Dipping in the Rivers of Babylon
"Vengeance is mine saith the lord." But he's rather busy at the moment so it's time to delegate.
Lisa, murder victim, is given a second chance at life, provided she goes into battle against the scum of the earth.
It's a shame she wasn't also given some clothes, but there's no time to worry about that because too many evil bastards are in need of a good stabbing.
Join Lisa and her crew of naked assassins in an erotic, ultra-violent romp fuelled by rage, lust and perversion. All before lunch!
Defying Gravity
This isn't a book with lots of violence, war or death in it. There's enough of that in real life, and if you're into that kind of thing, then there's plenty of other books out there for you.
This is a story about the stuff that we don't have enough of in real life. Love, tolerance, bravery and leadership. And its a story about humanity's first attempt to live in space, and how two young women save us all from our own stupidity.
Oh, it also features zero gravity, inter-racial, lesbian lovemaking.
(Because there isn't enough of that in real life either)
This month's sample - the prologue from "Ravenous"
The demise of King George the Grunter came swiftly; right after the King himself came— if you’ll forgive the crude correlation. With his royal member buried deep inside the bottom of a junior guardsman, his heart gave up trying to force blood through thickened arteries. It emitted one final, feeble pump, as did the King’s arthritic hips. An already syphilis-ridden brain was thus denied oxygen, and it gave up in solidarity with the long-suffering heart. The corrupt ruler fell forward over the guardsman with a grunt. Dead.
Young Prince Erik peered from behind the parlour curtains, touching himself. He enjoyed watching his father punish those that dared cross the royal family. But this time Daddy wasn’t getting up. He lay there, still. Like the criminals after being cut down from the gallows. The guardsman extricated himself from under the corpse and hobbled away. Prince Erik emerged from the curtains and walked over to his father. He realized that somehow the great and powerful leader, his hero, had died. It would fall on Erik to continue the family’s legacy and rule the land with the same iron fist. He stroked his father’s slack chin as the realisation dawned on him.
His lips curled into a cruel smile.
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll be a fine king, just like you!”
Movement from the doorway startled Erik. His mother stood there in her nightdress, hands on hips.
“Not yet, you won’t, you scamp!” She laughed. “So, my filthy old husband has humped himself to death, has he?” She walked over to inspect the ruins of her marriage. “And not before time.”
She wrinkled her nose at the smell of George’s final emissions. “But you can’t be king yet, my lovely little Erik,” she said, patting her son’s head. “You’re too young. You spend half the day playing with yourself and the other half peeing on the privy floor. How can a king lead an army when he can’t even aim a stream of piss? No, I’ll be taking the reins of the Kingdom, until you’ve grown half a brain— and what’s more…you’ll need a wife. We have to find you some dizzy wench that can at least balance a crown on her head. Come on lad, there’s much to do!”