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The Picture House by the Sea for pedants

The picture house by the sea is the Palace at Polwhipple – a lovely art deco cinema, nestled in front of azure Cornish seas. But it is long past its heyday now, and its only saving grace is Ferrelli’s, the family run ice-cream concession in the foyer, which is widely known as the best ice-cream for miles.
 
So when Ferdie, the owner of Ferelli’s, breaks his leg, his granddaughter Gina drops everything to come and help out. But when she arrives she is dismayed by the state of the cinema, which she remembers fondly from summer holidays when she was little, and she is determined to give it the makeover it deserves. Along with local renovation expert Ben, she sets about reviving the Palace to its former glory. 
But the cinema needs more than a lick of paint. Its very future is under threat from a developer with greed in his eyes. Can Gina save the place before it is too late?

Phil: There’s a lot of this book – 449 pages to be precise – and it’s a really good fun read. You can probably guess the outcome from the first page (Spoiler: she ends up with the hunky old friend and all ends well) but this doesn’t really matter. In fact, it might even be that the lack of jeopardy is part of the reason I rattled through it and enjoyed the lot.

My only diversion was to check whether the town of Polwhipple in Cornwall actually exists – it doesn’t – but then the story lives in that special universe where a lot of light chick-lit exists. The sun shines, you can survive financially from a vintage clothes shop or give up your job in London for 4 months and not be bankrupt. I imagine it’s the same world that many TV shows inhabit where a columnist for a local paper services the mortgage on his 4-bed house in the capitals suburbs. We’d like to live there, but as we can’t a little holiday will suffice.

However, I feel that there are few points I need to pick up:

Ben did not show Gina around the signal room and ticket office at the local preserved railway. He gave her a tour of the signal BOX and ticket office. That’s as annoying as suggesting they would go to the train station to do this…

Cinemas don’t have “archive rooms”. Films do arrive on multiple reels as described but before the projectionist shows them, each length of film is stuck to the others and then wound onto a big reel. This is 4ft in diameter (a bit more for Lord of the Rings) and weighs as much as a small child. Trust me, you don’t lose one! Each print of a film costs about a grand so the distributors want them back after you’ve finished showing – the only thing you might find in the cupboards are trailers and that’s only because they don’t chase when no-one bothers sending them back. If you want to save your cinema by showing old films, you’ll need to order them from your distributor, although it can be done – and it is popular with audiences.

One area where the book is spot on is that all volunteers on a preserved railway, indeed railway enthusiasts generally, are hunky surfers with rock hard six-packs. And they always get the girl.

I think La Nolan passed this book on to me as I have been a projectionist, and can be described as a railway enthusiast (If you said “trainspotter”, you are both wrong and due a slap) so would either enjoy the story or niggle at the details.

Just to be awkward, I’m going to do both.

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Piling on the Christmas pressure

Phil: So there we are, sitting in a cafe awaiting the delivery of drinks and cake, and La Nolan passes me a Christmas card. I open it up and along with the exhortation to have a merry festive period, is the message above.

Seriously?

I mean, we’ve only just finished Book 2. Can we really be releasing book 3 in 12 months time?

Worse was to come. We exchanged gifts. Normally this is a low key business but this time she insisted that I open this, “Because I want to see your face.”.

I did as I was told and found a copy of the book Make a Killing on Kindle.

Ahah! I realise that as the techie half of the team, it’s going to be my job to make sure our books are found by as many people as possible.

But there was more to come, I opened the cover and found:

It seems someone has serious ambitions and loves Only Fools and Horses.

Somehow, I suspect I’m the Rodders in this partnership. I’ll be getting a 3-wheel van. Candice will be behind the wheels of the Capri Ghia!

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Paperback writers X 2

 

Like so much of the DIY publishing world, getting a book out involves quite a steep learning curve. Last time, we spent money with a co-publisher to allow us to concentrate on the writing and publicity. This time, we put the money into copy editing and did the rest ourselves.

We could get away with this because Amazon has splashed some of their cash on a Print on Demand publisher called “CreateSpace”. This means they can offer a service where we upload text and (professionally designed) cover and then everyone can buy the book exactly as they would any other publication. There isn’t even a delay – I ordered the first copy and it was in my hand two days later. Look and feel is good, and better than other similar services we’ve seen.

Best of all dear potential reader, the cost to you is lower than for our first book. A tiny £5.99. Possibly the best bargain this Christmas.

As we sat at our table in Akamba, team NolanParker congratulated ourselves on Book 2 arriving. Not many people write one book, let alone two. However, there isn’t time to be smug, we need to crack on with Book 3 so this time next year, the pile will be even bigger…

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Kate vs the Navy – First reviews

Phil: The nervous wait is over, first reviews are in for Kate vs the Navy:

WinnitsMuch like the first book in this series – Kate vs the Dirt-boffins – it’s not my typical reading genre. Having read the first book already and enjoyed it very much I was already familiar with the key characters, and it was good to check in with them and see how their stories had developed in the time that elapsed between the two stories.

Plenty of twists, turns and intrigue both in the main story arc but also in the intra-character relationships as they form or shift – much like before another outlandish chase scene, and the ‘punch line’ of the story was kept well under wraps until the conclusion. Recommended as a good entertaining piece of light reading. *****

Someone just identified as Amazon CustomerReally enjoyed the first book and was disappointed when it ended so was really chuffed to see Kate back in print.
Another great story with plot twists and excitement. And I won’t spoil the ending but needless to say it was worth the wait.
A nice easy read, and now need another one!
Can highly recommend it.
*****

Yay! People like it! (also, Phew!)

Buy Kate vs the Navy on Kindle – 99p

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Kate vs the Navy – On Sale now!

The wait is over. Fire up your e-reader and settle down with your favourite mug full of tea and some biscuits. Then head over to Amazon where you can purchase our second novel, Kate vs the Navy for a bargain price of 99p.

Plenty of high jinks on the high seas and one of the team becomes an unlikely hero. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll be desperate to know what happens next…

(Don’t worry paper book fans, we haven’t forgotten you. The print version is coming very soon)

Kate vs the Navy – Kindle edition

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Kate vs the Navy – Chapter Three

Sitting next to each other in A&E, Kate and Dave looked a sorry sight. She was holding a damp cloth to her still-bleeding scalp. He had his head between his knees. Every time he tried to sit up he turned pale and began to slump again.

Kate had shooed off the KOD staff who had dropped them off at Solihull Hospital, more out of embarrassment than the fact she felt fine. The last thing she wanted was sympathy, and she hated to be seen looking this bad. It would be a long wait, and being forced to make polite conversation wouldn’t make it any easier. Three hours of looking at pictures from anyone’s holiday on Facebook would give her more of a headache than the one caused by the slight concussion she’d suffered.

Dave wasn’t helping. She couldn’t believe he could be so wet. Fancy keeling over at the sight of blood. She thought she’d heard him mutter something about it never happening before.

. When he’d come round in the office, he didn’t seem too surprised – just very embarrassed as he brushed everyone off. They had insisted he go to hospital.

Come on, Dave. Pull yourself together,” she hissed under her breath.

I’m OK; nothing to worry about.” Dave attempted to sit up again. Still a little green around the gills, he finally managed to look around the A&E of the small hospital.

Where are we again?”

Solihull Hospital. Luckily, it’s just round the corner from the office. Trouble is, with all these NHS cuts, we’ll be here until midnight before we’re treated.” Kate glared as another small child queue-jumped them to a cubicle. “They’ve said I need some butterfly stitches in my head and they just want to check you over again. I told them you said this hasn’t happened before.”

Um, well that’s not strictly true. I just didn’t want to tell the team.”

Oh…” Kate turned to look at Dave, a little surprised.

Well, I used to be OK. Remember when I pulled you up the crag after that fall when we were at university?”

Kate remembered it well. One false move back then and she wouldn’t have been around to have this conversation.

She and Dave had been close in those days and, if it hadn’t been for her long-term boyfriend Felix, they might have been even closer. Hill-walking in the Lake District during their last term, she’d slipped and fallen over the edge on a craggy rock face. Dave had pulled her back up by force alone and then managed to help her hobble down the hill. A nasty cut on her leg had bleed quite badly and he’d bandaged it up. She still had the scar on her knee.

Yes, I bled like someone had turned a tap on and you sorted me out.”

And then you disappeared from my life before I could tell you how I felt, she thought wistfully. The experience had helped Kate decide that she was with the wrong man. But before she could tell Dave, he had landed a job in America and was gone.

Well, I was Mr First-Aid-trained, lifeguard… all that. That is, until my son was born. I won’t go in to the details but Alicia had a terrible time; she lost a lot of blood, had to have transfusions and everything, and I was in the room the whole time. I can’t stand the sight of it now. Too many bad memories. Luckily Dave Junior came out fine.” Dave looked across the room, a distant look in his eye.

Kate could see that she’d hit a sore point. Unsure where to go next she asked, “How is he these days?”

Fine. He’s back in the US with his mom at the moment.” Dave clammed up.

Ah, OK.” Dying to know more but knowing she couldn’t ask, Kate kept her mouth shut.

Last time she’d seen Dave there were signs that his marriage was over. He’d managed to reignite feelings in her that she thought didn’t exist anymore and, after they’d kissed at the Christmas party, she thought that there might be something there still.

Then he’d blown her out of the water by responding very sketchily to her texts and emails. She’d flipped her romance switch back to ‘off’ – it didn’t seem to be worth all the hassle.

Kate Smith!” A voice hollered across the waiting room.

Kate got up, shoes in hand, and wandered across to the waiting nurse.

Well, look at the state of you. Was it those silly shoes?”

Kate looked down at the vertiginous shoes, one of which now had a broken heel. “I can walk in them fine, don’t you know. Someone got in my way,” she snapped.

The nurse looked like she had been slapped, tutted, and turned on her own rather more sensibly shod heel to go into the cubicle.

*

Left on his own, Dave pulled out his phone and pressed the screen. Up came a picture of a smiling boy. Off to the side of the picture he could just see a woman’s hand. He tapped the Facebook app and looked at his photo albums, flicking through happy holiday photos and finally landing on the photo that he’d picked for his home screen.

The uncropped picture showed the blonde-haired boy next to his smiling mother. Looking at the photo, Dave pondered the woman in it. They’d been so happy when they’d first got together. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the move to the UK that had killed their marriage – it was already floundering by then – but the appearance of Dave Junior.

Dave hadn’t been joking when he’d described the birth as traumatic. What puzzled him was something the hospital had said about a hereditary disease. The doctors said it explained why the birth had been so difficult, and asked why they hadn’t been told about it. Afterwards, Dave had asked his parents; they had professed to know nothing about it and Alicia’s family said the same. He thought the hospital might have made a mistake, but it had placed a question in his head. He didn’t know why: he knew Alicia hadn’t had an affair. But when they had started to row it was the kind of thing that came to the surface and made their arguments more heated. Accusations made in the heat of the moment were hard to take back.

Dave Thomas!” Another voice belted out across the room.

Dave put his phone in his pocket and got up slowly. “Over here.”

Having a few problems with the sight of blood are we?” The sarcastically efficient nurse looked him up and down. “Right, we’ll check your blood pressure and see what’s up.”

Dave followed her into the cubicle, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


You’ve read the first three chapters and are now desperate to know more. Well, we are going to tease you a little more. First, we needed to commission a cover. And we’ll bring that to you tomorrow. It’s very good indeed…

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