Book Reviews, Horror, My Books, Reviews Of Diavolino

Contains gore, a butchered dog, rape, and murder

So says Diana Lord at the Monster Librarian of my horror novel Diavolino. She liked it!

“This book started slowly, in building up the characters and setting the mood, but once it got going, it was relentless, non-stop action.  There were plot twist and turns that kept this reader guessing who was on what side – good or evil – and which side would win in the end.  Recommended for adult readers”

Check out the full review here:

http://www.monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#Diavolino_by_Steve_Emmitt

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Humour, My Books, Sample Sunday

Porca Miseria! #SampleSunday

It is so long since I offered a Sunday Sample. So here we are. A little bit from my naughty A-Z of Understanding Italians which, amazingly, has been a bestseller on Amazon.it all month! Hopefully it will raise a titteretto or two.

 

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Exclusively from Amazon, and free to borrow through Amazon Prime

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D is for Driving. It is often said that Italians are the worst drivers in Europe. I am not absolutely sure about this but I can fully understand the sentiment.  I knew an elderly Athenian, a well-to-do Greek who had travelled the world, who told me once that he would not drive outside Greece because it was unfair to inflict Greek driving on innocent countries. His wife was half Italian so I must presume that he had some experience of her driving. Nevertheless, put an Italian behind the wheel of a car (same applies to a white van or an articulated lorry) and you would be forgiven for thinking that their brains are switched off as the ignition is switched on. Let me give you a few random examples.

You are happily driving along a peaceful country road in perfect conditions, excellent visibility and observing the speed limit. Not a vehicle in front of you, nor behind. Far in the distance you can see from the trail of dust that a vehicle is plying its way along a white road in the general direction of the road you are travelling along. It’s about a kilometre away, you can see because you have just come over the brow of a hill and the white road is in the bottom of an extremely wide valley. You think no more of it and continue your gentle and picturesque descent.  You become aware that the other car, you can now make out that it is a maroon coloured Panda, has reached the end of the white road. It doesn’t move. It just sits there. You assume that the driver has no wish to join the main road as there is more than enough time to get in front of you and if he were going to turn toward you he wouldn’t have to consider your approach at all. You keep half an eye on the Panda now that you are aware of it but there is no movement of any kind as you gradually draw closer and closer. Soon you can make out the driver, a small elderly man in a trilby and dark blue quilted body warmer, despite the outside temperature being thirty-five degrees Celsius. He’s looking towards you intently, hands firmly on top of the steering wheel. Your instinct causes you to brake slightly but he shows no signs of moving in any direction. The distance between you and him is now narrowing and soon you are content that it’s safe to ignore him since he would not now have time to get in front of you. One hundred metres, fifty metres, twenty-five metres, fifteen metres, ten metres. Just as you are almost level with the edge of the white road the Panda leaps forward right into your path and you are forced to swerve in order to miss it. Your nearside wheels hit the verge and at one point seem to be in mid-air while you hang on for dear life and try to guide your car between the roadside kilometre marker and the bonnet of the Panda. You clear the obstacles and stop the car. Trembling you get out, as much to check on the old bugger as anything else, and walk towards his car which is stopped askew in the middle of the road. You see that he is waving his arms about and you are worried that he may be in shock. As you approach he leans out of the window and shouts ‘Arsehole, you want to look where you’re going!’ and drives off.

Events, Horror, My Books

Summer Reading – A Devilishly Good Offer

Six Signed Copies Only
Six Signed Copies Only

If you’re off to Italy for your holidays this summer what better book to take than Diavolino? Set in Umbria it’s guaranteed to warm things up even if the weather takes a nose dive.

I have just 6 copies sitting on my desk and I’m offering them signed and dedicated for only£6.99 including postage and packing. If you want one, drop me an email at emmett.steve@gmail.com and I’ll reply with instructions.

There’s no evil catch. No competition, no subscription. Just £6.99 by PayPal and the book is yours. Amazon currently sells at £11.89 by the way. Oh, and you don’t have to be going to Italy for your holidays – or on holiday at all.

Humour, My Books

Numero Uno – Again

I reckon if the Italians like my naughty little A-Z of Understanding themselves, it can’t be bad. Up and down at the top of the Amazon.it chart, today it makes No.1 in three categories, for the first time in foreign humour (and not just Kindle).

 

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Go  on, get your copy now. It’s only £0.77 / $1.19. Or FREE to borrow on Kindle Prime.

 

Only from Amazon
Only from Amazon
Humour, My Books

Italians Seem To Appreciate My Wicked Sense Of Humour – No.1 Again

So look. I know it’s not the same as being No.1 in the NY bestseller lists, but for a little tongue-in-cheek eBook I reckon I’m entitled to crow just a teeny bit. This morning A-Z of Understanding Italians has gone back to No1 in Italy (yes, Italy), but just look –

 

In Travel
In Travel

 

In Humour
In Humour

 

In erm, CHILDREN'S Humour??
In erm, CHILDREN’S Humour??