I wrote the crime lad lit novella (48,000 words) Hitman Sam in 2008 and over the years, edited it, left it to marinate, re-edited it, put it back and finally this year (2016), I edited it again and sent it to my beta readers who were kind enough to give me their feedback which led to more alterations and finally, on November 2nd, it was published! It is available for 99c / 99p (or the equivalent in your country) via http://mybook.to/HitmanSam (links to Amazon in your country) or directly via Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com etc.
Tagline: Newly-redundant Sam is looking for a new adventure – a cryptic advert gives him that and more.
Blurb: Newly-redundant software designer Sam Simpson is looking for a new adventure – a cryptic advert in his local paper gives him that, and more. With two women vying for his affection, going behind their backs isn’t the smartest things he’s ever done.
Hitman Sam‘s first ever blog tour took place in May 2019 at the following locations (arranged by the fabulous Sarah Hardy @BOTBSPublicity.
- https://aknightsreads.wordpress.com/2019/05/13/hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-morgenwriteruk-botbspublicity-blogtour-bookreview-ladlit-novella courtesy of Claire @clairekreads
- https://donnasbookblog.wordpress.com/2019/05/13/blogtour-bookreview-for-hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-botbspublicity courtesy of Donna @dmmaguire391
- https://bforbookreview.wordpress.com/2019/05/14/hitman-sam-morgen-bailey-review-blogtour-botbspublicity-morgenwriteruk courtesy of Els @BookreviewB
- https://gingerbookgeek.wordpress.com/2019/05/13/hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey courtesy of Amanda @Ginger_bookgeek
- https://audiokilledthebookmark.com/2019/05/15/hit-man-sam-by-morgen-bailey-morgenwriteruk-botbspublicity-bookreview-hitmansam courtesy of Berit @BeritnBooks
- https://stacyisreading.blogspot.com/2019/05/book-review-hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey.html courtesy of Stacy @stacyisreading
- https://chataboutbooks.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-morgenwriteruk-blogtour-with-bookonthebrightside-botbspublicity-bookreview courtesy of Kerry @chataboutbooks1
- https://thewritinggarnet.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/blogtour-review-hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-morgenwriteruk-botbspublicity courtesy of Kaisha @kaishajayneh
- https://betweenthepagesbookclub.blog/2019/05/17/blog-tour-hitman-sam-morgen-bailey-★★★★ courtesy of Gemma @BTPBookclub
- https://www.bookinggoodread.com/2019/05/q-and-with-morgan-bailey-hitman-sam.html courtesy of Emma at @bookinggoodread
- https://booksaremycwtches.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/review-blog-tour-hitman-sam-by-morgan-bailey courtesy of Susan @Walescrazy
- https://cathygeha.tumblr.com/post/184961057431/review-hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-a-british courtesy of Cathy @CathyGeha
- http://zooloosbookdiary.co.uk/hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey courtesy of Zoe @zooloo2008
- https://bakersnotsosecret.blog/2019/05/19/hitman-sam-by-morgen-bailey-blogtour-extract-morgenwriteruk-botbspublicity courtesy of Shell @bakersNSSblog
Extract: Fresh cuppa in hand, Sam scoured the paper but nothing leapt out at him from the job pages. He’d almost written the section off when he got to the last row of small ads when the final one shouted at him.
Bored with your life? the text read.
“Yeah! Jeremy Kyle, Judge Judy, Rinder… blah, blah.”
Do you want some excitement?
Ring 07007 007007.
As Sam dialled the number, he sang the theme tune to his favourite James Bond movie, Live & Let Die “when you were young and your heart was an open book… dah nah nah, nah nah nah, dah dah… dah dah dah…” until he was interrupted by a recorded message in a woman’s voice.
‘Welcome to THP Services. You will be asked a series of questions which you must answer truthfully. After the final question, please leave your name and contact details. There are no right or wrong answers but they must be honest. If you pass this stage, you will then be sent an information pack. Good luck!’
After a prolonged silence, Sam wondered whether he should hang up but the voice started again.
‘Please state your height. You may answer in feet and inches or in metric.’
“Six feet four” Sam said, not seeing the point in lying.
‘What size shoes do you wear?’
“Ten.” Sam wondered what that had to do with anything, thinking the advert a vacancy for an undertakers.
‘Are you right or left-handed?’
He paused. “Right.”
‘Red or black.’
Red or black what? he wondered, but answered “black” as he thought of the percentage of black vs red clothes in the half-empty-since-Michelle-left wardrobe. He’d almost missed the next question, only hearing ‘pockets’. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now so kept quiet hoping she’d repeat it.
‘Do you own a pair of black trousers with pockets?’
“Ah, yes.” Sam had a pair he used to wear to work, with deep pockets for the USB flash drives he’d had to carry from department to department. Although this still tied in loosely with the funeral home scenario, he found the question strange as surely they’d provide a uniform.
‘Do you play computer games?’
“I’m a bloke. Of course I do… sorry, yes.” Okay, so that ruled out undertakers. He didn’t imagine they’d let him blat aliens, find desert island treasure or Pokémon in the off-peak dying season.
‘And your eye colour please?’
‘And now your hair colour please?’
“Brown but going a little…”
‘Favourite film now please.’
“Um, how to choose? I’d say overall ‘Leon’, but ‘In Bruges’ and ‘Collateral’ were cool. And of course, ‘Skyfall’ and ‘Casino Royal’ the Daniel Craig version rather than the David Niven but he’s very good too. I especially liked him in–”
The voice didn’t wait for Sam to finish. ‘What is your favourite flavour ice cream please?’
Sam wondered what that had to do with the price of fish but answered “Rocky Road.” If nothing else, she was polite. The subject of food made Sam’s stomach grumble. He’d have some supper when he’d finished with this farce of a phone call. The thought had also crossed his mind that it was a practical joke but then why would someone pay to have an advert, albeit a cheap one, in the local paper? It had to be some kind of psych evaluation. Medical research perhaps? Or more likely market research for some consumer company packaged up as a job vacancy to boost their ratings.
The voice continued. ‘Do you drive?’
“Yes.” Sam figured he’d take it seriously although wished the questions would get to the point as he was calling a mobile at peak rate and wasn’t made of money.
‘Two more questions to go,’ the voice said, as if psychic. ‘Do you eat pizza?’
Sam screwed his face up at that one but answered, ”Yes”. The questions seemed to be getting more bizarre and not particularly unique. Surely everyone played video games, ate ice cream and pizza and had a car. He finally settled on market research. One more to go. What would be the harm?
‘And the last question, do you live alone?’
Sam hesitated. He wondered whether if he answered positively to this one they’d send someone over to check him out or beat him up. He’d always loved dramatics and pictured the scene. A dark figure skulking up the path looking around him (it was always a ‘him’) making sure he wasn’t being watched. He looked for lights in the house. There were none. Good. He reached inside his pocket for the gun and twisted on the silencer. He fired at the nearest light, a good twenty yards away, and it smashed into pieces. He’d never missed a shot in his life. The victim would be in bed. Where else would he be at three a.m.?
On the other hand, would it benefit him to say “No” to appear to make him more stable? But then they’d not asked for his address yet. He decided to stick with the truth and said, “Yes”.
‘Thank you for your time. Now please leave your full name and details and should you be successful, we will contact you in due course.’