Saturday, 29 September 2012

What's so special about October?

My latest book, Rathbone Kydd – sex’n’drugs’n’quantum stuff: until the end of October, and only on Amazon, you can get the Kindle edition for $0.99. £0.99, or €0.99. It can still be bought from other outlets, but only at the full price.

Please note – the £ and € prices have the addition of VAT, so will be slightly above 0.99. Buy now from Amazon on these links -

Coming up on 4 October 2012 is a guest interview. I will be really pleased to welcome to my blog, Miss Anya Breton.

This is no ordinary interview: Anya is an author and Twitter friend and writes erotic novels. But she didn’t want to be interviewed by me, oh no! Why be interviewed by wrinkly old K J Bennett when she can be interviewed by the far younger, much better looking, slimmer, sexual beast that is Rathbone Kydd, the main character in my most recent book Rathbone Kydd – sex’n’drugs’n’quantum stuff?

Find out what happens when Fiction meets fact – on this blog, 4 October 2012.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Book review - Dream On

Dream OnDream On by Terry Tyler
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

OK, I'm a bloke, I do do this romance stuff, ordinarily.

This isn't ordinary.

I bought this book on Kindle after an exchange of Tweets with the author on Twitter. I shall not repeat here what was Tweeted. I was not actually expecting to enjoy it  - Terry Tyler is a romantic novelist, after all. I was very much mistaken.

The prose is a joy to read. Ms Tyler gradually sucks the reader into the world of would-be rock star Dave Bentley - the man who never really grew up. It is, primarily, his story, but we also follow several others' paths to fame, fortune and misfortune. I've read other reviews where it is said there are laugh out loud moments:I found only one, as I found most of the humour to be gentle; it often brought a smile to my face on the London Underground. (I apologise to the attractive young lady who sat opposite me today and who thought I was leering at her, by the way.)

All I can say is that Terry Tyler is a damned fine writer and this is a damned fine book. Although very different, it reminded of the film 'Love Actually' in the way the different threads if romance and mishap are woven together.

Go on chaps: give it a go.

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Monday, 24 September 2012

Swearing? Not bl**dy likely!

A Twitter friend and fellow author, L K Jay has written an interesting blog entry titled Dropping the ‘C’ Bomb, about when to use swearing in writing. It’s interesting because I’ve never really considered this.

My current release, Rathbone Kydd – sex’n’drugs’n’quantum stuff (just issued on Kindle and with a 5* review already  – go on, buy a copy!) is riddled with swearing from the mild stuff, through the copious F words, and right up to the C Bomb (seven of them). Part of the book is a first person narrative by the main character, a 1970s rock singer: if he didn’t swear he’d have to come from the Cliff Richards school of music, “Uh, yah!” As it stands, Rathbone’s Amazon and Smashword pages carry content warnings, because, as direct contrast to Rathbone, there is no swearing whatsoever in my previous book, Pike’s Quest, there just wasn’t the need. I didn’t make a conscious decision because the question just never arose.

So, L K Jay, m’dear, I think, for me the question of when to use swearing in my writing is answered with, “Only when necessary.”

Check out L K Jay’s Amazon page here, and see my book listings and purchase links here.

Saturday, 22 September 2012


Today’s the day: Rathbone Kydd - sex'n'drugs'n'quantum stuff is out as an e-book on Amazon and Smashwords.

"Time will reveal everything. It is a babbler, and speaks even when not asked.” Euripides, 480-406 BC

February 2012: Detective Superintendent Derek Burridge is shocked to learn that his estranged wife, Vicky, has been involved in a serious car accident, knocking down a woman and narrowly missing a man. He is even more shocked to learn that the woman is inexplicably in a coma and the man, Rathbone Kydd, thinks he has travelled through time. Derek launches an investigation into Rathbone’s claims, many of which are made  whilst he is a compulsory patient in the mental health department of Plymouth Royal Infirmary. When Derek checks into the alleged suicide of Rathbone’s father in 1972, he seriously considers the possibility that Rathbone is telling the truth.

Derek and Rathbone soon uncover a conspiracy of, quite literally, quantum proportions.

A would-be 1970s rock star; a renegade biker gang; international drug smuggling; a Greek crime lord and his man-eating daughter; the Russian and Greek secret services; British Military Intelligence; quantum physics and a modern day detective all combine in a thriller like no other.

For full details, including samples, click here.

CONTENT WARNING: Contains sexual references, drugs and bad language. Not suitable for those aged under 16 years.

Thursday, 20 September 2012


I was going to blog about decency a few days ago, and then this happened ...

Tuesday 18 September 2012, Manchester, England:
Two female police officers were called to report a burglary at an unoccupied house. On arrival, they were shot multiple times and then blown up with a hand grenade. The officers, young mother PC Fiona Bone, aged 32, and PC Nicola Hughes, aged 23, were killed. They were unarmed, other than the usual protection equipment and a Taser. Probably, had they been armed, the result would have been the same. They were lured to an ambush and would probably have had no time to shoot back and defend themselves: it has been reported that a Taser was found on the ground next to them, indicating that this was so.

That was bad enough: two unarmed women ambushed for no reason other than a person who may have a psychopathic personality wishing to make a name for him-/her-self. But then the Facebook pages emerged, the ones praising the actions of the killer. In my book, these trolls are as bad as the killer.

OK, the police aren’t perfect, and many people don’t like them as an organisation, but the vast majority of officers joined for the right reasons and do their best under trying circumstances, often without support from their managers and certainly in the face of massive attacks on their pay and conditions by politicians. Add to that the assaults they suffer, the abuse they take, etc.

Not every officer is a Simon Harwood, or gets embroiled in allegations of corruption following a  major tragedy - most get on with the job of helping people and solving crime.

Look at the faces of these two women: does anyone really think they deserved to die, simply for donning a uniform?

And now to what I was originally going to write.

The Duchess of Cambridge:
I am not prudish, as a read of my new novel, Rathbone Kydd – sex’n’drugs’n’quantum stuff may reveal, and it’s not often that I get on my high horse about the Royal Family, but this has got me well and truly mounted.

As has been widely reported, a photographer has been sneaking around with a long lens, taking images of the former Kate Middleton in a state of partial undress. The duchess was sunbathing on a private balcony of a private property with no public access and at least 500 meters from the nearest road. Some might say she was naїve to bare her top when she was so obviously the subject of press interest, but those who say that, I say “sod off”!

The now suspended editor of the Irish Daily Star justified the publication with words to the effect that the duchess is a celebrity and “right up there with Rihanna and Lady Gaga”. Does he really think that? Really?

Think about what Rihanna and Lady G do for a living: they sing, they dance, they wear skimpy clothes for the titillation of others and they go out in public wearing very little. If they wish to do that, good on ’em. They’d be the last to complain when they appear in the celeb gossip pages having been photographed in public. BUT, if they wish to bare their parts in private, no one has a right to see that unless they are invited by the good ladies.

Everyone has the right to privacy; it is enshrined in the European Convention of Human Rights. It matters not whether the subject of the photographs is a pop star, a stripper or the world’s scummiest whore: if she wants to take off her top in private, she should be able to do that without having her nipples plastered all over the press.

In my opinion, the Duchess of Cambridge is gorgeous, and I’m sure that many red-blooded men (and some women) would love to see her naked body, but they have no right to do so. OK, she’s privileged and destined one day to become Queen, and many people object to the existence of royalty, but that gives no one any right to play peeping tom and intrude on her private moments. It is voyeurism, plain and simple.

I hope the palace continues to seek injunctions and to hound the publishers of these images, and that the photographer responsible is prosecuted under the French privacy laws.

I think that these totally unconnected events demonstrate a general erosion of decency, and I don’t like it. 

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Something for nothing ...

People: use the link below to sign up for a freebie paperback copy of Pike's Quest. 

If you are not already a member of Goodreads, why not? It takes only a few seconds to join and it costs nothing, plus you can get all sorts of free books and e-books.

So get on and do it, and enter the giveaway. You can win  one of only 17 copies of the book to bear the old cover, as displayed below. It will also be autographed unless you request otherwise.

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Pike's Quest by K.J. Bennett

Pike's Quest

by K.J. Bennett

Giveaway ends September 30, 2012.
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Pike's Quest

Multiple Five Star Reviews on &

In a future where horses are revered as gifts of the gods, and sheep and hounds are the beasts of burden, ancient magicks have been rediscovered. But there are those who wish to uncover the technology of the past and take control of the world for their own evil ends. Now, more than ever, the world needs a hero.

In the tiny hamlet of Ooze, a hapless, fish-faced, flaky-skinned youth named Pike is about to commence a quest: to win the heart of the fair maiden at the Pit of Zidor, and to release Moorlock the Warlock from the captivity of his mortal enemy. Accompanied by a garrulous sparrow and a belligerent horse, Pike is captured and then employed by the lisping Lord Nairey du Well in his sheep-drawn carriage, and then pursued by the deadly huntress, Scarlet Deadnight - du Well’s partner in tyranny.

Pike discovers:
   - that fair maidens are not always female,
   - that they can prove to be deadly foes, and
   - the true value of a good moisturiser!

This comic fantasy turns the genre on its head and is a must for readers of all ages.