15 Jan 2016

November Keys

Hello Storytellers!!
Today I have a new post about an incredible book. 
Greed, Mystery and Gangsters. 

Title:  November Keys
Original Title: November Keys 
Author: Brian & Michael Turner
Publisher: New Generation Publishing
Genre: Comedy/Thriller
Release Date: Sept. 8th, 2014


November Keys Inhabitant 
"If we had known, we would not have sold the club. I admit we succumbed to greed but we did not realise we were putting our heritage at such risk. They did take the team to great heights but the consequences were disastrous." 

American Gangster 
"They asked for what they got. Did they seriously think that we were interested in some run down hick football club?" 

November Keys Inhabitant 
"Our benevolent buyers turned out to be ruthless. We had never experienced a murder in our village before. Not unless you include Cheryl's cooking." 

American Gangster 
"What did you expect? They had something I wanted. Something life changing. Do you think I was going to get it by playing peek a boo?" 

November Keys Inhabitant 
"Although we celebrated Harvesting Leaf Day and talked about the creatures in the tree, we did not actually expect to see them." 

November Keys,a quaint village that was ready to sell its soul to the Devil for hastily promised riches. However, when the Devil buys he expects to collect. A very funny tale of greed, gangsters and things that go bump in the night.

The authors of the book decided to share with us a part of the book.  So here is the excerpt direct to you from Michael and Brian Turner. 


Why the American gangsters initially chose the village of November Keys to launch their offensives, would be debated in crime chronicles for many years to come. Had they not wanted to waste their ink and time, however, they could not have done any better than to ask a certain Alphonso Decease.

 Decesso, although persuading his peers otherwise, had no real need of a fortress in a remote village in the countryside of England. However, nursing a well-guarded secret he knew the prize that awaited him there. Amazed that no one had stumbled on his lucrative treasure, he finalised his plans, using the full might of his misguided bosses. His secret, he was certain, was going to make him the wealthiest and most powerful man in the world. Maysoni made quite an impact when he first appeared in Keys. 

Many bowled over by his rich American dialogue. Promising great riches and fame, he soon had the residents of Keys seduced by his charms, ready to sell their village to the Devil. He eloquently offered what every self-respecting red-blooded Englander desired. A football club equipped to win every honour in sight. The income that would be made from these successes would establish a thriving community that would become abundant with well-paid labour. No one ever really questioned why he had chosen November Keys and he never really cared to explain. 

He was indeed baffled himself why he had been pulled half-way round the world, to a place that had as much in common with his native New York as the moon. The village never hinted a suggestion of closet gangsters or offered likely conspirators for the bosses’ crimes. Indeed, although the inhabitants were guilty of the usual failings of petty jealousies, greed and gossiping, the village police officer was hardly bogged down with unsolved crimes. Much of the world could not understand why hardworking Americans would want to deposit hard-earned cash in such a strange place either. 

To many outsiders November Keys was a place to give a wide berth. Rumours abounded how the residents were quirky with ingrained strange superstitions. Those who resided outside the village prompted their young children to eat their vegetables at teatime, or risk emulating the creepy residents of Keys. This caused the children to imagine a strange assembly of misfits, who failed to eat their greens, resulting in them indulging in some very strange pastimes.

 However, despite continuous warnings and threats, many a lass brought worry to her parents by fraternising with the boys from the village. These liaisons were hotly discouraged by irate fathers. The geography and layout of Keys, again, allowed no clue as to why the gangsters would pursue it as a fortress. The only routes into the village were by two narrow lanes. Often blocked by numerous tractors, their owners unhurriedly pursuing their daily chores. 

 During the spring and summer, the lanes would light up with various wild flowers growing on the hedgerows. Hardly a place befitting those capable of committing heinous crimes and murder.Those approaching the village from the north would be greeted by the building that was going to eventually make worldwide headlines. Keys Football Club. Erected during Queen 
Victoria’s reign, it still boasted the same drab colours and uncomfortable iron seats. 

Although ugly and basic, it had once been the pride of the village. The building’s purpose was to entertain residents to the skill of football although many had several other uses for its muddy pitch and decaying seating area. Having given up on any hope of honours, they utilised the facilities the best they could. 

On a bright day, it was considered a reasonable place to walk the family dog. This hobby could coincide with spreading gossip with other pooch lovers. So popular was this pastime, it was said that opposing teams nicknamed the ground the officer’s mess, often stipulating that the playing area was cleansed before they would walk on to the pitch. Many of the younger residents, when sunlight finally dwindled, found its secluded area perfect for night-time dalliances. 

Many romances commenced and concluded on the playing field. Many of the participants often returning home, red-faced and caked in mud. Some of the locals did take the club seriously though. JJ, Jack Carpet’s son, found great pleasure coaching some of the village youngsters. Despite goal posts that would topple at the softest touch coupled with nets with holes the size of cannonballs, JJ enjoyed his responsibilities. He maintained that sport led to a healthier life and kept bored youths out of trouble. 

 Simon Potts, who had taken over as chairperson fourteen years previously, repeatedly attempted to instigate some pride and love for the old building. Indeed, during his leadership, Keys were to win their first competition in Club history. At one time he had contemplated ripping out the ancient seating and replacing it with modern décor. 

 However, when the villagers learnt that these alterations would incur an entrance fee, he was soon persuaded to abandon his lofty ideas. Often on a Saturday afternoon, young Bridget Bluestone could be seen with her tea stall, providing lukewarm tea for those brave enough to turnout in the harsh winds. Her stall proved to be very popular among the younger teenagers, who would queue optimistically, jostling each other to attract her attention, while the older boys would practise their chat up lines on Bridget hoping to secure a date for later in the evening. 

 Standing at five foot two with bright blue eyes and hair the colour of straw, she was considered a prize to fight for among the village’s youth. A cheerful, hard-working girl, she was fully aware of her inherited assets, but resisted the youth’s charms. Her energies, she insisted, were concentrated on trying to raise necessary funds to continue her education. Although she loved the village, her mind was set further afield. 

 After university, she continuously claimed,she would set up her own business and travel the world. If she were not selling beverages from her dubious stall, she could be seen toiling at one of the farms. Although grateful for any paid work, she regarded farm work boring. More than once she could be heard complaining loudly about the menial tasks she was expected to do. Having lost her parents at a young age, many of the older residents felt a responsibility towards Bridget, which induced them to ignore her unfounded complaints. 

Regular work was always available for her. Jack Carpet and his wife April viewed their duties towards Bridget very seriously. Often inviting her over for meals, April would supervise her laundry. Taking on a maternal role she also gave advice about young women’s requirements. Jack would find work for her, tending his beloved chickens. Or painstakingly showing her how to collect honey from his numerous beehives. 

Ignoring Bridget’s continuous gripes, he kept a careful eye on her. Bridget regarded the Carpets as uncle and aunt, often taking April into her confidence where boys were concerned. Although she often stated steadfastly that the opposite sex were of no interest to her (much to the amusement of April) that did not stop her blushing bright red when JJ made his entrance. 

 The young man delighted in teasing his parent’s guest. Quite often the two would noisily argue. Bridget pouting and stamping her feet. She often proclaimed her eternal dislike for the only youth (although she would never admit it) who was able to make her heart jump. 

Jack and April would look on smiling, never contemplating that the American coming to save the village football club would nearly destroy their son’s mind.

It surely sounds intriguing. 
On this action packed adventure full of twists and gangs fights you will not be bored or disappointed on the book.  
I can say its well written and its very visual like you can totally see the scenes on your mind.

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About the authors.

We are a father and son team. Perhaps a little unusual in the publishing world, however we would like to think our relationship has improved and not impeded our debut novel. 

 Outside of writing we do share similar interests, both being passionate football fans. Both have many interests, which include films and cinema, charity work, poetry, music and quiz shows. 

 Whilst Brian is a published author it is Michael who has invented most of the amusing characters you are going to meet in November Keys. 

Both writers have spent pleasurable hours burning the midnight oil, endeavouring to portray these character’s personalities and eccentricities in a light hearted manner. 

 Coupled with an original plot with more twists than a sixties band we hope we have created a novel that is different and humorous, which will keep our readers, young and old alike, intrigued and entertained for many hours.

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