Book Sale!

I’m fairly new to the world of writing, and unknown to all be a few. My marketing skills aren’t great. I have a family, a home and a full-time job. Why would anyone want to spend $4.99 to read my book? I get it!

Starting August 4th for one week only, the kindle edition of Dead of July will be on sale for $1.99. Give it a try, take a chance on me! I would love to hear from you after you read it.

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

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Dead of July – Reader Review

I want to share this reader review with you all. It’s a good review, but the main reason I am sharing it is because it’s the ‘reader reaction’ I aim for when I write. I want my books to draw emotion and feelings from those who read them. I want my characters to appeal to my readers. Enjoy this review and then hopefully you will purchase and enjoy my book.

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

The book introduces you to its protagonist, Sheila. Sheila has a special gift – she can see and talk to ghosts… We meet her in 1982, living and working in Dortmund with her husband, Les. Everything is pretty normal – until she meets a very young and desperate young woman. Anna is terrified by the man she lives with. Sheila immediately wants to rescue her. Suddenly, everything is different. Her home is haunted, and even at work she cannot go ahead in peace as usual. I will not tell you more about the story than shown in the Amazon plot description. This would spoil the fun of reading this book yourself.

With Dead of July, Sandra Thompson shows us Germany and a typical German base of the British Army. Each character is cleverly portrayed, the reader can relate. Some situations made me roar with laughter, other situations made me want to comfort Sheila. I had a great time reading Dead of July.

More than just words!

CHAPTER ONE

Anna  

The weather in Dortmund that July was hotter than hell. We lived in an apartment on the outskirts of the city―when I say “we” I mean my husband Les and I. Les was a British soldier, who in 1982, was stationed in West Germany. We loved our home there, which sprawled across the top floor of a big, old building, but it had no air conditioning. On Sunday, July 4th, the temperature soared into the mid nineties. Heat rises of course, and by mid- afternoon it was almost unbearable. The living room window, set into the sloping roof, opened to the sky and offered no relief. A slight breeze wafted through, but it was hot and filled with little particles of silver shimmering in the sunlight, courtesy of a huge chemical plant close by.

In an effort to soak up the sun, I perched precariously on the window ledge, my legs dangling below me. The street by our apartment was almost deserted. The odd pedestrian that passed by and saw me on that scorching Sunday afternoon was either amused or horrified by my precarious position, as I sat half in and half out of the third floor attic window.  One or two laughed and waved, others yelled up at me with alarmed voices, perhaps thinking I was about to jump to my death.

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When I sent the edited copy of my finished manuscript to my publishing company, it was just pages and pages of words. They were exciting, well written words, but now they are so much more. My words have come to life in  a beautifully laid out book. Can’t wait to share it with you.

 

 

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eBook by the end of November.

An exciting, amusing and heartwarming story following the life a young “British Army Wife” and the trouble she gets into while living in Germany.

Sheila moved to Dortmund, in 1982 with her husband, a British Soldier. She enjoyed the life there immensely, until she got involved with two evil Russians that is.

She had a chance encounter with a young and badly beaten young German girl in a park close to home. The girl’s name was Anna. After helping Anna escape from her violent captor, Sheila’s life changed for the worse. Danger, in the form of two murderous Russians, followed her day and night, no matter where she was.

This story has many twists and turns, just when you think Sheila is safe, danger slides out of the shadows.

Paperback in December.

 

I’ve been working so hard on finishing my book, I’ve been a hermit, but its done!

 

The manuscript has been sent for lay out. 

 

I’m exhausted and brain-dead, but happy.

Watch out for it. Hoping to go to print and eBook in mid to late November.

 

I’m almost there!

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Dead of July – A German Ghost Story

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He threw his head back and laughed before focusing on me again. “You are mine now,” he said. His thick, well-groomed mustache didn’t cover the snarling lips beneath it. He laughed again. Could this also be the man I saw lurking in the shadows? I immediately locked the car door, but was unable to wind up the window before his face appeared beside me, his disgusting odor seeping into my space. I was too terrified to move. His arm shot through the car window and grabbed my neck.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around my neck to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to resist. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit. I jerked my head away.

“Get off me you pig!” I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

 

Yup, I’m almost finished. I have my beta reader report and I am making a few minor changes before sending my book for the final edit. It’s taken almost three years to perfect this story. I have labored long and hard. The fruits of my labor should be available to purchase as an e-book and paperback at the end of November, just in time for Christmas.

I enjoyed being a British Army Wife, and had the most fun in Dortmund, with the RAPC attached to The Royal Highland Gunners. Army wives Rule!

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Why ‘Dead of July’?

When I started writing this story I named it ‘A Walk in the Park’ because the story started when a young English girl, married to a British Soldier took a walk in a small park near her home in Dortmund, Germany. A pleasurable afternoon of sunbathing, reading and enjoying a beer and a bratwurst, turned into something sinister.

This is a thrilling story of drugs, guns, and human trafficking with a paranormal twist. There are a few laughs along the way because you can’t be around the British Army (especially off duty) without having a little fun.

This thrilling story with its twists and turns starts and ends in July, so my friend Jennifer Candee Zaharewicz, suggested I call it ‘Dead of July’. A perfect title. When will it be released? In the dead of July of course.

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Ghost Story – Strangled?

I haven’t forgotten about my German Ghost Story, just had a lot going on lately. I am still writing it though, and am pretty close to finishing. This is my longest story so far. I hope you are enjoying it. I enjoyed my years in Germany and maybe one day I will go back and visit. Below is installment number 16, I  hope you are enjoying this story. I hope to release this as a full-blown book at the end of this year

Great German Supermarkets

Tuesday was just a regular day at work, nothing out of the ordinary, no strange men who looked like Evil Cossacks lurking in the shadows. A few of us were bleary eyed because of World Cup Parties.

Yes all the British teams had been eliminated, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t get together and celebrate a good game of football. The World Cup was once every four years, you had to enjoy the moment, and believe me, all over Europe, everyone did!

Tuesday evening, I stopped off at the small supermarket on Borsigplatz to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables The German Supermarkets were so much better than the NAAFI and were always stocked with fresh produce. If you tried hard to speak German, the staff responded in broken English, making life a little easier. It was a bit of a game with them, but a good way for me to learn German.  In the Borsigplatz area,  you could pick up food from all over the world, it was a joy to shop there. I wasn’t in a hurry as Les was at football practice and our friend Ken was dropping him back home afterwards.

I was wandering around the supermarket, finding new and different things to cook.  Cooking was, and still is a my passion, and I never tired of trying new recipes.  I wasn’t watching where I was going and walked smack bang into someone.

“Anna”

Anna looked at me and her eyes welled up with tears. She had an awful bruise around her eye now, her lip was swollen and it even looked like she had hand marks on her neck as though someone had tried to strangle her.

She just stood there trembling. I put my shopping down and looked her in the eye. Next I did that stupid thing that we Brits are renowned for, I spoke slowly and loudly, with lots of hand gestures.