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W900 by Tom McNulty is on virtual book tour. The literary fiction stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt. Be sure to enter for a ...

W900 by Tom McNulty is on virtual book tour.

The literary fiction stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for $25 Amazon GC and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

by Tom McNulty 
Genre: Literary Fiction

Hovis Monk had been deceived. Perhaps he always had been. His comfortable life in the Snowdonian bubble, provided by The Blue Yonder Mining Company, was ending.

As his world implodes Hovis spins into a realm of inner and outer realities, chance occurrences, memories, music, luck and laughter.

This story describes the reunion of Hovis with his old Paisley Underground band, a little known group called The Festers, and his struggles with a very special Flame Red Time Trialing Onesey….. 

I began writing these existential stories because they needed air and because I was sick to death of people being lauded for writing trivial rubbish.  It’s easy to write nice, acceptable TV bookclub bodice rippers, a lot harder to tell the truth.

My stories scrape the scrotum of life's existence and laugh at despair.  There is no room in my books for any Goo Goo Muck, just straight up Rock n Roll.

So read at your peril…

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Outside, the rain continued to fall steadily and after taking a quick glance through ‘the distorted window,’ he realised there wasn't likely to be a walk or cycle ride again today. Even though he knew that Cheech would happily tag along, purely out of a misplaced Canine sense of loyalty, he wouldn't be enjoying it and neither would Hovis.  Those youthful days of pounding the pedals whatever the weather, calculating times and distances, pushing himself to the limit were a distant memory. Nowadays, Hovis would happily settle for a day inside; after all, he had put out the 'Fester feeler' on Facebook, he may get a reply, he mused. His next thoughts were to start getting organised to leave.  He needed somewhere to live and he needed to start sorting through his things……, both of which had the appeal of a kick in the nuts. What Hovis really wanted to do was listen to Ken Alexander and hope they won the vote. 
"You never know," he whispered with a friesant of hope. "But first, socks," he wheezed, as he bent over to retrieve his casually discarded hoof apparel and sniffed them to see if he could get away with wearing them again today.
‘Like who's going to notice?’ He enquired of himself. ‘I could romp around stark bollock naked all day, or all week for that matter, nobody's going to come calling on a day like this, now are they?’ He didn't even wait for his own answer, before his mind reset the default button. 
"Socks," he said again, to see if saying it twice, meant he might remember it this time and not lose himself in the scent testing of male under garments.


Get carried away with love!