Wayne Sharrocks – New Interviews

http://www.egl-magazine.co.uk/#/kismet-by-wayne-sharrocks/4541635538

http://www.yourlocalmagazine.net/Your%20Local%20August.pdf

 

Book Release: Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks

This eagerly awaited new psychological thriller from critically acclaimed British novelist Wayne Sharrocks is now on Worldwide release.

From the Publisher:

Wayne’s literary nominations thus far include Channel 4 television’s Richard & Judy’s Book-Club Competition, The Guardian First Book Award & The McKitterick Prize.

We think that you will find this new title to be a powerful, fast-moving and exciting psychological thriller.

Review:

‘Wayne Sharrocks is a master of his craft, handling each twist and turn of the plot with consummate skill and with dialogue sharp as a switchblade…’ The Guardian

About the Author:

Born in Camden, London but presently residing in East Anglia (on the Norfolk/Suffolk border). After attending college he embarked on a career within the ‘Animal Welfare’ sector (RSPCA, DEFRA, Battersea Dogs Home, Mayhew Animal Home…), before returning to his passion for writing.

In 2005 he secured a three-book deal with Pegasus Publishers, who are based in Cambridge. All novels thus far are psychological thrillers. His debut novel ‘Redemption’ was released 23/01/06 to critical success with the second title ‘Dominion’ following 08/10/07.

Kismet – Synopsis: For Billy Evans, the past was a haunted place that left an indelible imprint on the here and now. As he struggles to piece his life together he finds himself drawn back into a world of violence and terror. Already emotionally struggling with the passing over of his remaining family, a chance encounter further clouds the border between reality, perception and illusion. He has spent his life struggling to escape his past but now with memories triggered, he finds himself with no option but to begin an emotive quest for revenge, retribution and finally redemption.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kismet-Wayne-Sharrocks/dp/1843866277

http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/wayne+sharrocks/kismet/7798847/

ISBN-10: 1843866277       ISBN-13: 978-1843866275

Author: Wayne Sharrocks

Title: Kismet

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General Background: The Pegasus Elliot MacKenzie Ltd publishing house has established roots in the historic City of Cambridge. Over many past years it has produced the books of gifted authors from all over the UK and world-wide.

Wayne Sharrocks – Interviews/Reviews

Critically acclaimed Diss author Wayne Sharrocks has recently been interviewed for an array of local/national publications and his latest thriller ‘Kismet’ has been under the spotlight.

http://www.egl-magazine.co.uk/#/kismet-by-wayne-sharrocks/4541635538

http://www.etherealtales.co.uk/waynesharrocks.htm 

http://www.yourlocalmagazine.net/Your%20Local%20August.pdf 

Pegasus Elliot MacKenzie Publishers Ltd. Sheraton House – Castle Park Cambridge – CB3 OAX – England

Wayne Sharrocks Interview & Book Review in Your Local Magazine

Wayne Sharrocks – New interview/review in Your Local Magazine – August Issue   http://www.yourlocalmagazine.net/magazine.html

Wayne Sharrocks – Interview/Review in EGL Magazine

http://www.egl-magazine.co.uk/#/kismet-by-wayne-sharrocks/4541635538

Hope that you enjoy it…

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks – New Novel – Out June 2010

Greetings & salutations

Yes folks, it’s that time again…

My new novel ‘Kismet’ is about to make its way kicking & screaming onto the shelves (& only 2 years behind schedule!)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kismet-Wayne-Sharrocks/dp/1843866277

Any interested parties can pre-order via Amazon now or order online elsewhere (after 28/5/10) or via any bookshop by quoting

ISBN-10: 1843866277    ISBN-13: 978-1843866275      RRP – £7.99

Obviously drop me a line should you desire signed copies.  

Dig deep as I’ve currently got more bills than a family of ducks!

Regards

Wayne

http://www.pegasuspublishers.com/

http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/wayne+sharrocks/kismet/7798847/

Book Release: Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks 

This eagerly awaited new thriller from Wayne Sharrocks is now on general release. 

ISBN-10: 1843866277 ISBN-13: 978-1843866275 

“http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1843866277?ie=UTF8&tag=waynesharr-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=6738&creativeASIN=1843866277“ 

Product Description 
Synopsis: 
For Billy Evans, the past was a haunted place that left an indelible imprint on the here and now. As he struggles to piece his life together he finds himself drawn back into a world of violence and terror. 
Already emotionally struggling with the passing over of his remaining family, a chance encounter further clouds the border between reality, perception and illusion. 
He has spent his life struggling to escape his past but now with memories triggered, he finds himself with no option but to begin an emotive quest for revenge, retribution and finally redemption. 

From the Publisher 
Literary nominations thus far include Channel 4 television’s Richard & Judy’s Book-Club Competition, The Guardian First Book Award & The McKitterick Prize. 
We think that you will find this new title to be a powerful, fast-moving and exciting psychological thriller. 

Wayne Sharrocks is a master of his craft, handling each twist and turn of the plot with consummate skill and with dialogue sharp as a switchblade. 

From the Author 
I hope that you will find this tale to be a rich, exciting and thought-provoking addition to the thriller genre. Think Ruth Rendell, Val McDermid, Bret Easton Ellis & alike with Gothic/Pagan sensitivities. 
About the Author 
Born in Camden, London but presently residing in East Anglia (on the Norfolk/Suffolk border). 
After attending college he embarked on a career within the ‘Animal Welfare’ sector (RSPCA, DEFRA, Battersea Dogs Home, Mayhew Animal Home…), before returning to his passion for writing. Is currently juggling work at the Suffolk Owl Sanctuary whilst trying to establish a full-time literary career. 

In 2005 he secured a three-book deal with Pegasus Publishers, who are based in Cambridge. All novels thus far are psychological thrillers (think Val McDermid/Bret Easton Ellis with Gothic sensibilities!) 

His debut novel ‘Redemption’ was released 23/01/06 with the second ‘Dominion’ following 08/10/07. 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kismet-Wayne-Sharrocks/dp/1843866277

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 
William had soon become a solitary figure, a loner rapidly retreating into a world of fantasy and dreams, although fear and loathing (both of himself and his tormentors) was never too far from the surface of his emotions. 
He wished that he could just walk away from his troubles but wasn’t sure if there even existed a place that far. As a result, at night he would take a handful of his Grandmother’s sleeping pills to aid his slumber and to dream that he was invisible. Although he could not find the courage to actually put an end to all of his suffering he just hoped that one day his eyes would close, never to re-open. Much as he yearned to believe that he would be rewarded in the next dimension, he suspected that the only Earth that the meek were to inherit was likely to be six feet deep. 

As William sat upon his bed he swept his fingers through his long chestnut mane, pushing it back to reveal his cat like emerald eyes, lined with kohl and features that looked as if they could have been chiseled from the finest marble. He stared at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror but the image that was reflected back to him was far from the reality. He felt ugly and worthless. 

Reaching over to his bedside cabinet he slid open the top drawer (which was lined with felt), parted his carefully rolled socks and underwear and removed the razor blade from its place of hiding. He then unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his ankles before methodically slicing at the young and tender flesh of his thigh. As he did so, rivulets of vivid crimson trickled from the fresh wounds, seeping over faded scars from previous out lettings and as it did so he felt the tension ease and the by now well worn escape route from his emptiness, depression and unreality kick in, his mind validating his inner pain with an outer expression, thus avoiding the yearning for suicide. This was his way of coping, his gift for survival in a world full of ignorance, intolerance and pain. 
He was alone in the world, so as words were not an option this was the only way that he could find to express emotion and maintain a sense of connection and self worth. His own coping mechanism honed from years of practice and necessity. 
Alas as the years passed the victimization both at school and outside the school gates had only intensified, so he became increasingly unable to peel the scars from his fractured mind. Consumed by hate and a yearning for vengeance, he vowed that everything his tormentors held dear would one day be taken away from them and that all the pain and anguish that he had experienced would be relieved… 

CHAPTER ONE 
THE BEDSIT 

William’s room, (or Billy as he now preferred to be known as) was one 
of three in an inconspicuous lodging house, just off Eardley Road in Streatham Common, London, in which he shared both bathroom and kitchen facilities. The tenants of the other rooms worked for a living, so that thankfully he was on his own for the majority of the day, but even when they were home their paths rarely crossed. He liked it that way, as although his childhood lisp and stutter had all but been eradicated, thanks to a great many speech therapy lessons, he had remained very much a loner. 
He had realised very early on in life that social interaction for him rarely ended with a positive or healthy outcome. There always had to be winners and losers and sadly for Billy he seemed to constantly find himself in the latter category, well for the moment at least. For if all his dreams and visions came to fruition all that would change and he would finally be somebody. 

Billy’s room had a radiator but the landlord had vowed that the central heating bills had become too expensive, so had taken to setting the timer for just an hour or two a day, then padlocking the heater cupboard, so that the dial could not be tampered with by unauthorized hands. As a result of these somewhat Draconian measures, Billy had taken to sitting in the kitchen area with the oven and hobs lit for warmth or lazing idly steeping in a hot bath and topping up the water at regular intervals. He realised he could have always tried to seek out a job, but as he held no qualifications and a somewhat chequered school attendance record, (due to the many sessions of therapy and later the flagrant truancy) he realised that the chances of gainful employment were quite slim to say the least. Anyhow, what with his lack of people skills (hadn’t that been how his therapist had phrased it?) and his lack of experience in the work arena, he couldn’t see how he could possibly compete for a vacant position, even in the unskilled sector, what with an immigrant workforce on tap who, due to family necessity, where willing to toil long hours for a meagre salary, no questions asked. 
For the aforementioned reasons (and many others beside…) Billy now found himself living in the crumbling bedsit with a trickle of state cash for provisions and sustenance, dreaming of a day when all that would change, but for the moment he had to content himself with purchasing the London Evening Standard to begin the search for somewhere better to live. The bedsit was fine for now, but he needed somewhere that he could be alone. He had things to plan, work to do, and although he had yet to formulate quite how, wrongs to be put right… 

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Author: Wayne Sharrocks 

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Cambridge – CB3 OAX – England 

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Fax:01223 370040 

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General Background: 

The Pegasus Elliot MacKenzie Ltd publishing house has established roots in the historic City of Cambridge. Over many past years it has produced the books of gifted authors from all over the UK and world-wide.

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks (Due out late 2009)

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks

SYNOPSIS

Billy Evans is twenty years old, unemployed and alone in the World.

As his Mother died during childbirth and he never knew his Father,

he constantly finds himself fighting the feelings of alienation and

dissatisfaction.

He doubts his own worth and self image and struggles with the

pressure to conform. As a victim of intense and often brutal bullying,

for Billy the past was a haunted place, with memories and scars that

had left an indelible imprint on the here and now.

Consumed by doubt, terror, fear and anxiety that his existence is

hollow,unfulfilled and empty, he attempts to get his life back on

track and to carve out a positive future for himself. Already battling

his inner demons, with news of his Grandparents’ passing, it further

clouds the border between reality, perception and illusion.

When a blast from-the-past arrives on his doorstep, he feels that

a brighter future could finally be obtainable. However his old friend,

Gareth Evans, is engaged in his own personal battle against heroin

addiction, which threatens to ensnare Billy within its downward

spiral. Billy had spent his life struggling to escape his past but now

with memories triggered, he finds himself with no option but to seek

out his former tormentors and begin an emotive quest for revenge,

retribution and ultimately redemption.

DUE OUT LATE 2009 / EARLY 20210

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Forthcoming Novel: Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks

 

Kismet by Wayne Sharrocks (Due out late 2009/early 2010).  Outline: For Billy Evans, the past was a haunted place that left an indelible imprint on the here and now. As he struggles to piece his life together he finds himself drawn back into a world of violence and terror.  Already emotionally struggling with the passing over of his remaining family, a chance encounter further clouds the border between reality, perception and illusion. He has spent his life struggling to escape his past but now with memories triggered, he finds himself with no option but to begin an emotive quest for revenge, retribution and finally redemption.  A brief taster… William had soon become a solitary figure, a loner rapidly retreating into a world of fantasy and dreams, although fear and loathing (both of himself and his tormentors) was never too far from the surface of his emotions. He wished that he could just walk away from his troubles but wasn’t sure if there even existed a place that far. As a result, at night he would take a handful of his Grandmother’s sleeping pills to aid his slumber and to dream that he was invisible. Although he could not find the courage to actually put an end to all of his suffering he just hoped that one day his eyes would close, never to re-open. Much as he yearned to believe that he would be rewarded in the next dimension, he suspected that the only Earth that the meek were to inherit was likely to be six feet deep.  As William sat upon his bed he swept his fingers through his long chestnut mane, pushing it back to reveal his cat like emerald eyes, lined with kohl and features that looked as if they could have been chiseled from the finest marble. He stared at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror but the image that was reflected back to him was far from the reality. He felt ugly and worthless. Reaching over to his bedside cabinet he slid open the top drawer (which was lined with felt), parted his carefully rolled socks and underwear and removed the razor blade from its place of hiding. He then unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his ankles before methodically slicing at the young and tender flesh of his thigh. As he did so, rivulets of vivid crimson trickled from the fresh wounds, seeping over faded scars from previous out lettings and as it did so he felt the tension ease and the by now well worn escape route from his emptiness, depression and unreality kick in, his mind validating his inner pain with an outer expression, thus avoiding the yearning for suicide. This was his way of coping, his gift for survival in a world full of ignorance, intolerance and pain. He was alone in the world, so as words were not an option this was the only way that he could find to express emotion and maintain a sense of connection and self worth. His own coping mechanism honed from years of practice and necessity.  Alas as the years passed the victimization both at school and outside the school gates had only intensified, so he became increasingly unable to peel the scars from his fractured mind. Consumed by hate and a yearning for vengeance, he vowed that everything his tormentors held dear would one day be taken away from them and that all the pain and anguish that he had experienced would be relieved…  CHAPTER ONE THE BEDSIT William’s room, (or Billy as he now preferred to be known as) was one  of three in an inconspicuous lodging house, just off Eardley Road in Streatham Common, London, in which he shared both bathroom and kitchen facilities. The tenants of the other rooms worked for a living, so that thankfully he was on his own for the majority of the day, but even when they were home their paths rarely crossed. He liked it that way, as although his childhood lisp and stutter had all but been eradicated, thanks to a great many speech therapy lessons, he had remained very much a loner. He had realised very early on in life that social interaction for him rarely ended with a positive or healthy outcome. There always had to be winners and losers and sadly for Billy he seemed to constantly find himself in the latter category, well for the moment at least. For if all his dreams and visions came to fruition all that would change and he would finally be somebody. Billy’s room had a radiator but the landlord had vowed that the central heating bills had become too expensive, so had taken to setting the timer for just an hour or two a day, then padlocking the heater cupboard, so that the dial could not be tampered with by unauthorized hands. As a result of these somewhat Draconian measures, Billy had taken to sitting in the kitchen area with the oven and hobs lit for warmth or lazing idly steeping in a hot bath and topping up the water at regular intervals. He realised he could have always tried to seek out a job, but as he held no qualifications and a somewhat chequered school attendance record, (due to the many sessions of therapy and later the flagrant truancy) he realised that the chances of gainful employment were quite slim to say the least. Anyhow, what with his lack of people skills (hadn’t that been how his therapist had phrased it?) and his lack of experience in the work arena, he couldn’t see how he could possibly compete for a vacant position, even in the unskilled sector, what with an immigrant workforce on tap who, due to family necessity, where willing to toil long hours for a meagre salary, no questions asked. For the aforementioned reasons (and many others beside…) Billy now found himself living in the crumbling bedsit with a trickle of state cash for provisions and sustenance, dreaming of a day when all that would change, but for the moment he had to content himself with purchasing the London Evening Standard to begin the search for somewhere better to live. The bedsit was fine for now, but he needed somewhere that he could be alone. He had things to plan, work to do, and although he had yet to formulate quite how, wrongs to be put right… CHAPTER TWO THE TRIGGER It was a glorious summer’s day and the clouds appeared to float majestically in the bright azure sky. A crowd of somewhat bedraggled feral looking children had gathered on a patch of seemingly untended recreation ground, some perched high upon rusting swings that squeaked wearily in the brisk summer breeze, whilst the remainder were either engaged in kicking a battered football around or feverishly pulling on cigarettes wrapped around their thin nicotine stained fingers. The youngsters looked on boredly as throngs of commuters filed their way past, through the litter strewn city streets, like an army of industrious ants, preparing themselves for another day of commercial toil, in a futile bid to keep the tax man sated and roofs over their rapidly balding heads.  William Evans had always lived in London, although his new accommodation was a fairly fresh acquisition, thanks to his recently deceased Grandparents and a favourable probate. As his Mother had died during childbirth and his Father was unknown, (as his birth certificate readily taunted him every time that he was called upon to produce it) he was brought up by his Grandparents, who although did their best by him, were always quite frail and riddled with sickness. Whilst they had always ensured that he had food on the table and a roof over his head alas, they were from a different generation so could be of little aid to him during his traumatic and fearful childhood. Sometimes the generation gap had never felt so wide, but he still thought of them in fond terms, especially now as he was back living in the family home and thankfully well rid of the rodent infested bedsit that had been his place of sanctuary for the past few years. The family home was a narrow Victorian brick house with little natural light, situated at one end of a terrace of thirteen. Fortunately for Billy he had never been one for superstition. As Billy closed the door behind him and stepped out onto the street the wind ruffled his newly dyed raven mane, (which fell just below his shoulders) causing rogue strands to dance and sway like marionettes in the breeze. Alas the High Street never appeared to change, there were meandering queues at the cash machines, with kids tugging at their parents’ sleeves, urging them to buy something once the seemingly magical machines had conjured up some paper money…

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