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Open Message To All Visitors – Free Download

Callum-C — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 19:04:33 +0000

Thank you for visiting my blog. As a small token of my appreciation for your interest in my writing, please feel free to request a free digital copy of ‘Right Hand Up To God.’ Simply contact me below/comment, or by e.mail (see side panel ‘Contact’) with your e.mail address.

In return I would ask only two small favours. After reading ‘RHG’ you come back and leave a comment, and that you consider purchasing ‘RHG’ as a gift for family and friends over the coming festive Christmas Season.

Enjoy, MJC.

All book purchases are followed up with a signed personal note from myself.

“PS” Now on Sale.

Callum-C — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 03:12:47 +0000

Now published in papperback edition: Buy Now Short Link: http://tinyurl.com/296c26o

‎’Princess Sheeba’ the heart warming story of a dingo puppy is now available from http://www.fairytalesanddreams.com/ Your kids will love it, and so will you.
Only $3.99 (See synopsis, and sample chapters in my side panel.)

You can learn how to get a free PDF copy of ‘Princess Sheeba’ here: http://www.wix.com/IntThriller/MalcolmJCroan/

Latest Review from Frugal: http://frugalplus.com/princess-sheeba-by-malcolm-j-croan-review/

The Great Escape

Callum-C — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 18:16:06 +0000

This is the scholastic male bastion I absconded from at aged twelve. You can read more about it in my side panel/The Early Years/The Great Escape.

‘Right Hand Up To God’

Callum-C — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 23:53:39 +0000

Not just a thriller, it’s an International, Global must read. A young girls journey from the poverty of the Florida Swamps, to the opulent wealth of Geneva Switzerland.

Can purchased in any High Street bookstore simply by quoting the TITLE, and the ISBN Number: 1449535410

Callum-C — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 15:39:50 +0000

‘Right Hand Up To God’ reviews, and BUY Now link: http://amzn.com/1449535410

I am more than happy to discuss this video, or my book with any interested parties. I can also be found on Facebook, contact Malcolm J. Croan.

The Authors Show “Right Hand Up To God’

Callum-C — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 18:20:37 +0000

This is a recording of an interview I had with Don McCauley on The Authors Show on July 1st 2010. Entitled ‘Right Hand Up To God.’ In it we talk a bit about my past, but mostly about the above named title and how it came to be my first published novel.

McCauley Radio and TV host.

Princess Sheeba on Utube.

Callum-C — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 18:15:44 +0000

Click link to view book video.

http://www.youtube.com/user/CallumC8888

Press Release (What the professionals say.)

Callum-C — Sat, 01 May 2010 13:30:27 +0000

http://www.prlog.org/10657051-right-hand-up-to-god-no-more-will-die-by-mj-croan.html

http://www.prlog.org/10740725-incredible-writing-by-new-author.html

Free Gift By Way Of Appreciation.

Callum-C — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 13:36:15 +0000

Sitting on a dog park bench in St John’s Newfoundland watching my dog Sheeba, I convinced myself that she was at least in part ‘Dingo.’ Having spent many years in Australia, I reasoned I was a pretty good judge. Then in my mind a story began to emerge. That story is now a soon to be published kids/young adult/adult novel, entitled ‘Princess Sheeba’ and set in the Australian Outback.

By way of my thanks to any fans that purchase my published novel ‘Right Hand Up To God’ I will forward online a PDF, or Word copy of ‘Princess Sheeba.’ (Second in WeBook.com’s members vote last year. RHG was first.)

One recent young reader described ‘PS’ as the next ‘Lion King.’

She would have been euphonised had we not taken her. There was never any question.

Front Cover

Callum-C — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:56:31 +0000

Excerpts RHG:

The child seemed to know intuitively what was about to happen. She forgot about her father and turned her full attention back to her mother, now on her hands and knees helplessly in front of her.

“I will mama. I promise. Right hand up to god, I promise,” answered the child, holding the baby, but trying to reach out to her mother at the same time. It was too late. Her mother was already dead.

She felt the knife stick and instantly let go, throwing her hands in the air defensively to protect herself against the blows that would surely follow.

Christy closed her eyes as the morphine started to take effect, and her wasted body was too weak now to fight the deadly venom. She would never regain consciousness.

Lori began to feel nauseous with the stench that polluted the small cabin. Tobacco from his clothes, sweat from his disgusting body, and still the smell of stale booze and vomit from his breath, mixed sickeningly with the pungent smell of violent sex.

She tried to speak, but she couldn’t, the blood that erupted from her shattered lungs prevented her from giving Shaun a final warning against the men of terror.

Doyle was the focus of all his pathological hatred, of everything that was both British and, most of all, Protestant.

He watched, powerless as his wife slid, confused and dying to the ground. Her lifeless body fell forward, exposing the massive exit wound of a dum-dum bullet in her back.

“If I die,” he retorted, “it will be the will of God.” He handed her a newspaper cutting by the Bishop of Derry, Reverend Doctor Edward Daly.

“If a man does not want to die, then his death could not be labelled suicide.”

“The price is too high; kidnap Ian Paisley and the whole of Northern Ireland could turn into an unholy bloodbath.”

Doyle started to walk away, his feeling of triumph marred only by what might happen to his country.

“Cut him down.”

“Remember,” said Lori. “I cannot guarantee the cleric’s safety beyond the next twenty-four hours.”

“Oh Michael,” she said, a raw feeling of failure and futility tearing at her insides. His once vigorous young body was now no more than a mass of jagged edges.

“Forgive me Michael, please forgive me.” She looked up at the now grey overcast sky and raised her right hand in a gesture of placation. “I tried mama, I really tried.”