Kindle, Kobo & questions

Captured Shadows is available now on Kindle and Kobo! I’m not seeing it yet on iBooks but it should be up there sometime soon.

I’ve been drowning in emails and messages lately (hello again, One Direction fandom) so please hang on a bit longer if you’re waiting on a reply – tomorrow is my dedicated email day. I promise I’m not ignoring anyone, I’m just struggling a bit with the volume…! In the meantime I’ll say a few quick things to cover most of what’s being asked:

1) I’ve been sending the old Stockholm Syndrome files to people who asked for them since it’s been taking me so long to get the editing finished, but we’re so close to the books’ re-release (December!) that I’d rather you hang on a few weeks more and get the improved versions. Less meandering endless porn. Ymmv on whether this approach is an improvement, I don’t know! They certainly work better as stories.

2) Stockholm Syndrome was published in 2009 and (other than a few mentions of McFly because they are my life blood and barge themselves uninvited into everything I say or do ever) have nothing to do with any boyband – although of course I’m pleased people are still finding and enjoying the stories so many years after they were written, even if it’s from somewhere unexpected. Welcome to everyone who’s been lovely about this thing; two middle fingers up to the wankers with the weird threats.

3) No, I am not Harry Styles. Never thought that would be a question I’d need a FAQ for…

Why are we talking so much about Stockholm Syndrome? Go and read Captured Shadows, it’s brilliant!

Captured Shadows

Captured Shadows - front coverJim Sinnett spends his days on respectable portrait photography and his nights creating scandalous erotic pictures for men who hide their desires in locked cabinets and between the pages of books. When a new friendship leads to a secret opportunity, one more dangerous than ever before, Jim agrees to step in front of the camera but finds himself baring much more than his skin.

A twisting historical romance set in the fog of Victorian London, Captured Shadows follows the path of love, blackmail and obsession to a devastating climax.


Now available to purchase at Lulu in EPUB and PDF.

It’ll be up for Kindle, iBookstore and so on shortly, it just takes a little while for them to (I assume?) check I’ve not just keysmashed like a monkey. You can never trust self-published authors…

Comp copies available for review blogs and the like! Please email richardrider1984 @ googlemail.com

Oops.

WOW I kind of fell off the world for a while there. Life’s been getting in the way of itself a bit. I moved house! I turned thirty! I saw McFly and nearly pissed myself with delight! Lots of less-excellent things as well but they’re boring so let’s not bother talking about them.

I suppose most importantly I finally got Captured Shadows in a state worth showing off, after a year and a half of flailing and deleting twice as much as I kept. It’s so different to anything I’ve written before, I honestly have no idea what people are going to think of it, so… bit terrified, but very excited. I’m proud of it. Just some final editing to do, then I’ll come back with a concrete release date.

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SO CLOSE

After all that flapping around and deleting half the book, I’m finally nearing the end of a Captured Shadows draft I’m happy(ish) with – five outlined chapters left to write, but I think it’s going to end up more. Then I’m going to close the file and leave it alone for a month. I’m at the point now where I’ve worked so much on it in such a short space of time to make up everything I scrapped that I’m dreaming about it and everything. I feel too close to it to do a decent job of editing, like I’ve lost all concept of what’s good drama and what’s the awful daytime soap sort of drama. I have this horrible feeling I’ll come back to it after that month off, re-read the first paragraph, and quietly decide to disappear and never write again.

Also not really sure how to warn people that if they’re after something clean and pleasant, this is not the book to read…! There’s blood and shit and bad Victorian teeth and nobody bathes that often. I say bum quite a lot (very underused in rudey books since the 19th century if you ask me). Girls with furry legs and corset scars. Disgusting old quasi-incestuous pederasts. There’s romance too, of course, and if people are half as into Jim and Archie as they have been with Lindsay and Pip then I’ll be happy. It’s just a verrry different setting to Stockholm Syndrome, and even after glossing over a lot of the grimness it’s still pretty grim at times. I don’t want people coming into this expecting some kind of flawless swoony Mills & Boon historical romance starring identikit Hollywood hunks, because it’s not happening :P

My Secret Life

I’ll never be able to finish this thing (over a million words, most of it repetitive and boring and quite grim), but it’s always fun to look at every now and then. As a social document it’s amazing – read a bit of this and then try and tell me all Victorians were prudes! It’s representative of so much Victorian porn, I think; obviously it’s salacious and so shockingly rude sometimes, and there’s a lot of horrible misogyny to wade through, but there’s also this jolly sort of Carry On feeling to it all, like the old dirty photos you see of men with excellent moustaches going at middle-aged women with big bums and everybody looks so cheerful and British. Victorian porn really makes me laugh, I love it. It’s weird trying to write my own version though. I like the stuff I do because it’s become so funny and almost twee over time, like it barely even feels sexual any more, but it’s not easy to take something I find so entertaining and twist the conventions so it’s still entertaining in a more 21st century kind of way, despite being set in the 1880s.

Anyway, rambling now. Just linking this here because I’ve been talking about it with someone over email recently:

My Secret Life by “Walter”

One of my favourite parts:

[My godfather] stared hard at me. “You look ill.” “No, I am not.” “Yes, you are, look me full in the face, you’ve been frigging yourself,” said he just in so many words. He had never used an improper word to me before. I denied it. He raved out “No denial, sir, no lies, you have, sir; don’t add lying to your bestiality, you’ve been at that filthy trick, I can see it in your face, you’ll die in a mad-house, or of consumption, you shall never had a farthing more pocket-money from me, and I won’t buy your commission, nor leave you any money at my death.” I kept denying it, brazening it out. “Hold your tongue, you young beast, or I’ll write to your mother.” That reduced me to a sullen state, only at times jerking out: “I haven’t!” He put on his hat angrily, and left me in a very uncomfortable state of mind.

Hahaha IT IS A DELIGHT. Stop wanking or you’ll die of consumption!