I have also written two other books which are only available as E-Books
"Stirred Not Shaken" is a collection of rather unusual short stories. It is only little and doesn't cost very much but it has some funny and some haunting stories in it. You will find it at all E-Book retailers.
Stirred Not Shaken - Cam McIntosh is a fictional deep cover spy for the CIA. Something goes terribly wrong and he finds himself in the strangest place on 'earth', discussing life with Poirot, Marlow, Marple and Smiley and then mixing martinis for James Bond.
My Two Germans - Two people meet in front of a Durer portrait in the Louve and start up a conversation. The results are astonishing and rock the art world to its core. A satisfying story of good triumphing over the greatest evil mankind has ever known.
No Such Luck - Sit on a beach and mind your own business and before you know it a Master of Fate arrives and you're considering what you would change if you could go back in time.
Death's Pantry Door - What goes through the head of a food critic as she lies dying? Delicious memories.
For King and Country - based on a letter sent home by a young New Zealand Spitfire pilot on his way to fight in World War II. It begins almost like a holiday cruise and ends watching Liverpool burn as U boats circle, boats are blown out of the water beside him and he can hear men screaming in the water.
"Our Father's War" is non-fiction. I edited the letters my Dad sent home from World War II. He was a spitfire pilot in both the UK and the Middle East and was a wonderful writer. He also wrote some longer pieces after the war about night flying in Spitfires and his first operation over enemy territory, Northern France.
In 1939 a 21 year old joined the N.Z.R.A.F. as a reservist. When World War II was declared he was called up and sent to Woodburn training camp in Blenheim and taught to fly. In August 1940 he sailed from New Zealand for England and went to war. As the sea voyage progressed from holiday cruise to deadly dangerous, he kept a diary and then gave it to a steward to post home from LA.
He was a foundation member of 485 NZ Spitfire Squadron. He watched his best friends die before his eyes, was shot up twice and made it back to his aerodrome and killed a man for the first time. And he wrote letters home.
In December 1941 he sailed for the Middle East and, after a spell as an instructor, he requested a transfer back to active duty. Only four of his training course of 21 men survived and came home. He was one of them. Many years later he wrote notes about his war time experiences in preparation for the memoir that never happened.
In 1991 he died at the age of 74 after an 11 month battle with cancer. He was my Dad and I inherited the box of letters and notes. It is time we all heard about his war and I have complied this as much for the younger members of my family who never knew this brave and modest man, as for anyone else. World War II, from the air and the ground, in his own words.