Look. Sod it. Never say die! The 'Thatcher's dead, tra la, tra la, my book is about Thatcher, tra la, tra la' line didn't work with my book last April.
So. New year. New approach. Screw the UK market, where the Thatcher legal machine is alive and well, even if she isn't. Going to try the US market again. Where, bless all your hearts, the bar is set somewhat lower ...
As a consequence of which, we ain't selling the expose angle, we're going for the 'OMG, someone shot at you?' pitch. And yes, they did.
New title (see above). New cover (do you like my collage? - made it myself; arts and crafts). New synopsis (see lower down). And new color scheme. Blood red. Yup. That should make someone lose their lunch long enough to write back and say, yes, I'd love to see the first three chapters.
I have a whole new respect for the art of prostitution ...
Right. The link to have a butcher's: http://tinyurl.com/kr6mztz.
And finally, the new synopsis:
"In 1988, the author was an ambitious young lawyer and politician in a small law practice in a sleepy Downton Abbeyesque village to the west of London, England. Then one chilly November morning, his boss and closest friend turned up dead in some local woods. $7.5 million of his clients’ money missing. No explanation. No suicide note.
It didn’t add up. The author knew his friend to be no thief. No quitter. But without sensible answers, his friend’s family would live in shame. And the authorities were simply not interested. Using his forensic skills as a lawyer, the author began his own investigation. Asking the right questions. In what quickly became the wrong places.
The author discovered that his boss, Hugh Simmonds, had been living a double life. Already a rising star in the British Conservative Party, and awarded a CBE as Margaret Thatcher’s favorite speechwriter, Simmonds was also a senior officer with Britain’s foreign intelligence service, MI6. And a trained assassin.
The author had stumbled on an operation gone wrong. An operation performed on behalf of Margaret Thatcher. But one that could never be publicly acknowledged.
At that time, Thatcher’s Conservative Government was heavily engaged in expanding Great Britain’s international arms sales. Legal and illegal. Simmonds had been one of a small specially-selected team of highly-trained operatives facilitating and protecting the illegal arms pipeline. And the corruption that went with it. By any and all means necessary. Including assassination.
A large amount of money had gone missing. Some $150 million. Simmonds had been in charge of it. With Simmonds dead, and the author suddenly on the scene, attention turned to him. Ruthless attention.
‘The Hunt for Margaret Thatcher’s Assassin’ allows the reader to walk (and run!) in the author’s footsteps as he dodges bullets, faces down the CIA and holds clandestine meetings with Israeli Intelligence officers, all in his frantic efforts to get to the truth before the assassins get to him.
Using his natural gifts for story-telling and comedy, the author weaves a spellbinding tale of suspense and drama. Peppered with moments of high farce. An adventure to rival the best of Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum. But one that actually happened.
In an age of scripted reality TV, ‘The Hunt’ stands out because it is real-life – an ordinary guy caught in extraordinary circumstances. And the author’s hunt for the truth leads to what may well be the political scandal of the century, on both sides of the Atlantic."
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