The paperback version of my novel The Lost Boys of Prometheus City was released – rather unconventionally – on Christmas Day, but the ebook version has taken some time to see the light of day. I suppose it’s only fitting it should be available to purchase now, from another Hallmark Day – Valentine’s Day. Anyway, here’s your link-erooney to buy a copy of the Kindle edition of the book.
Here’s a couple of pics from my appearance as the HEADLINE ACT at ‘Word Club’ at The Chemic Tavern, Leeds, on Friday 10th February, where I performed a reading from the “bravura” opening chapter of The Lost Boys of Prometheus City.
If you missed it, the book’s available in ebook and paperback formats from Amazon.
And you can read all about the book here.
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Jack Whitehall at the First Direct Arena isn’t the only event in town in Leeds on Friday (10th Feb). Nosireebob. For I’ll be participating in the locally-well-renowned Words on Tap/ Word Club night at the Chemic Tavern, compered by Mark Connors. This Friday is ‘Anything Prose’, and I’ll be reading from my novel The Lost Boys of Prometheus City (which you can buy from here). The event kicks off at 7.30, and details of the location can be found here.
The New York Journal of Books have been kind enough to place the cover of my novel, The Lost Boys of Prometheus City, in a pretty prominent position on the Fiction Landing Page of their website. Have a look, here.
There’s a piece on The Lost Boys of Prometheus City, and its long and arduous route to publication, in this month’s North Leeds Life magazine (which boasts a lovely cover featuring sheep – see left). You can read the issue online by (sheep) dipping into this link and going to page 22.
Ewe would have to be a fool to miss reading The Lost Boys of Prometheus City. So go on, don’t let the wool gather. Grab a copy of the book today by following this link.
ABOUT THE BOOK
“We lived life closer to the sun than most. Sometimes we got blinded by it. We lived the high life. By day, we worked on the top floor of One City Square; by night, the top floors of clubs. Then back to bed at our penthouses.”
Neal Grace, Carl Sharp and Adam Warshawski are A-list. They’re young, handsome and rich. They go to all the best parties. Women want to bed them; men want their phone numbers. They are the face of brash, post-millennium Leeds, a city which is itself on its uppers.
But one false move is all it takes for these three ‘young princes’ of Leeds to tumble off their pedestal. After they instigate an incident of shocking violence against two definite Z-listers, life spins into a terrifying downward spiral for them.
Here’s a scan of the article:
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