It’s now 2017, and to screech you on two wheels into the New Year give NOMAD a try. I wasn’t sure at first because I felt  I had probably read this scenario before, but believe me, you’ll brace yourself as Swallow takes the turns of the plot at such a high speed it will take your breath away. Bedtime? Forget it. This is one you won’t put down until it’s finished. We need a new strong character in this genre, and fresh for the New Year, Marc Dane is one.

I like the well paced writing, the tight plotting, the sheer bravura of Swallow’s concept which is so up to the minute it’s worrying. He loved writing this, surely, and it shows. What’s it about? Here ya go.

Nomad is an espionage thriller for the digital age, an age I’m still trying to grapple with, but my grandchildren swim amongst with great aplomb. With hints of Ludlum, Fleming and Clancy it is sharper, the era is fascinating, the plausibility frightening.

It’s set in a Post-WikiLeaks world where private military contractors, terror cells and corporations wield as much power as national intelligence agencies…

Marc Dane is a MI6 field agent at home behind a computer screen, one step away from the action. But an attack on his team leaves Marc as the only survivor – a survivor convinced that there are one or more traitors inside MI6. What’s he to do? Head into the front line, and leave the screen behind of course.

Typically, the traitors are clever, and the evidence seems to point towards Marc as the perpetrator of the attack. Accused of betraying his country, he must race against time to clear his name. So far, this has been done by others, but it’s the era in which it is set, and the scope of the scenario which makes it unputdownable.

With his team gone Marc is forced to rely on the elusive Rubicon group and their operative Lucy Keyes. Ex US Army, Lucy also knows what it’s like to be an outsider, and she’s got the skills that Marc is sorely lacking. It’s a race against time. When will the terrorist attack occur, the one he is certain will take place. And who will stop it? It comes down to Lucy and Marc.

Buy it, it’s good.

Next week, we will be publishing James Swallow’s A Day in the Life. Don’t miss it.

Published by Zaffre. paperback, £7.99

A Day in the Life of Troubador Marketing – Part 2

Jasmin Elliott creates a targeted PR list

1-2 months pre-publication: Media Marketing. This involves us pitching a book to media outlets and journalists for media coverage, like interviews and reviews.

PR marketing is the aspect of marketing that our authors tend to find the most daunting – pitching their book to local and national media outlets – but it can also be the most exciting! Whether you’re an aspiring or established author, you’ve probably imagined being interviewed live on air, or opening a magazine to see your book reviewed, and a solid PR marketing plan can help you achieve just that.

We start work on the media marketing of a title once the cover has been approved to give us plenty of time to hone our list of contacts, think about creative marketing opportunities and also work with the author – as this stage of the process is one of the most collaborative. Authors know their books inside out, so we work with them closely in order to create a campaign that is as comprehensive yet targeted as possible.

This part of the process sees us take a two-pronged approach. First, we identify contacts using Vuelio – industry-standard PR software that allows us to send press releases instantly to hundreds of opt-in journalists. The software contains the most up-to-date information about the different media outlets, and different topic lists can contain up to and over 3,000 journalists.

Secondly, we conduct traditional mailings – sending out review copies of books, plus press releases – using our extensive databases of media contacts that we have built up over the years. We can identify which journalists and bloggers should be sent review copies upfront by what sort of book they usually feature and books we’ve worked on with them in the past – even in today’s digital age, who you know counts!

Our media campaigns are always closely targeted, in order to maximise the chance of coverage – if, for example, we are marketing a historical romance novel, it would be no good sending the press release to a scientific publication. We also like to look for as many connections as we can. If an author is from Oxford, we will pitch their book to Oxfordshire-relevant outlets, as we find that regional media tends to be supportive of local authors. If their book is also set in Newcastle, we will also contact Newcastle-based publications as there is a link to the area.

From an author’s point of view, it’s easy to think that sending out a few copies out to the daily papers will suffice – but these outlets get hundreds of submissions a week. It’s thus vital not to underestimate the importance of contacting local publications, bloggers and subject-specific outlets – which will often be much more interested in featuring a title. Whilst getting a review in The Guardian is undoubtedly effective, unfortunately it’s very rare – especially for debut authors. What can and does happen, however, is that an author may get great coverage in local newspapers and radio stations, and as a result is picked up by national outlets – journalists do talk and won’t let a good story go to waste!

Finally, if you do get coverage, but it isn’t quite the type that you hoped for, try not to be disheartened. The saying ‘all publicity is good publicity’ is overused, but it is really is true. Sometimes all it takes is a mention in a few of the right publications – especially in local outlets, which can be key to good local sales – is all it takes to generate movement.

Media marketing can seem daunting, but it can also be a very rewarding process. The more comprehensive and targeted our campaigns are, the more effective they will be.

Next week – part 3

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On the 8th December I was admitted into Great Ormond Street Hospital for a spinal fusion due to my scoliosis.

I had already had the MAGEC rods put in by GOSH for three years and because I had stopped growing it was time to go under the knife again. Over the three years I have been back to GOSH regularly to have my rods extended. This is a fascinating procedure because it is not invasive. The rods have small motors in them, and one of the staff uses magnets on the skin of my back to move the rods to keep up with my growth.

We got to the ward pretty early in the morning, but I wasn’t put to sleep until about 11 o’clock. I was pretty nervous about the anaesthetic, but I was on a heated mattress, the height of luxury. I just shut my eyes as if I was going to sleep.

We had been told the operation would be 7 – 10 hours but it was much quicker than that in the end. When I got out of theatre I was put into HDU which was nice and quiet and I wasn’t in much pain. The staff were amazing and looked after me so well.

When I was moved to the main ward things only got better. I was standing up after a day and I felt pretty good. One day a therapy dog came round, and it was so cute and reminded me of Grandma’s cockerpoo, Rosie, and cavachon, Polly – who is pretty naughty I have to say. I also met Snow White and Dopey, which definitely made my stay at the hospital a bit more special.

My friends from school were really great and travelled into London to see me, bringing lots of presents, and even an advent calendar they had made. I was overwhelmed. I have now been at home, back from hospital, for about a week and it feels so good. Although the hospital was amazing, it’s always nice to be at home and after a year I should be able to do practically anything I want – except bouncing about on a trampoline.

Incidentally, did you know that J M Barrie gave all the Peter Pan rights to Great Ormond Street Hospital in 1929. I think that’s wonderful.

Or perhaps it should be called, a cry from the heart. We at Frost love this view from the other queue, the one the women love to hate – the blokes’ public loo. A hilarious review.

Karma is indeed unforgiving, and so as a gentleman of a certain age I now realises that I should not have found my late father’s google map like knowledge of the location of public conveniences quite so amusing. Of course my father lived in an age when these were indeed conveniently located. Not so today.

It was also euphemistically called spending a penny. Oh for those bygone days when use of the urinal was free and the cubicle cost a mere penny. I accept that inflation has required the price to rise, but why so much discrepancy? At the Baker Street Underground it is free and though the soap dispenser isn’t filled with the most expensive of unguents – when you have an hour on the Metropolitan line in front of you, such free access comes, literally, as a relief.

A mere five minutes away and the charge at Marylebone Station rises 30p, similarly Paddington Station Kings Cross, St Pancras and Euston Stations. Travel to Charing Cross though and the cost rises to 50p.

If you haven’t the correct change a helpful machine will dispense what you need usually in the smallest denomination known to man, ensuring that your pockets bulge and you list alarmingly to Port .

Machine fed coins release the turn-style unless of course you haven’t noted the direction of the arrows and try to barge your way through using the fleshy part just above the knee and thigh, oblivious to the toilet attendant who is practicing his semaphore from behind a thick glass window, telling you graphically that you are going ‘in’ through the ‘out’.

It might be thought that at this point all obstacles have been overcome and would that this were so. But no, for now one is faced with a row of urinals and the etiquette has to be observed. Unfortunately no one teaches you the code (unless somehow I missed that lesson) but worse no one speaks of it either. It is the urination equivalent of Fight Club.

If the urinals are all vacant the first man there must stand on the furthest left so that the second may stand at the far right. In this game of urinal chess the next takes the middle and the rest fill in the spaces in between. The main rule is not to stand next to anyone unless there is absolutely no alternative. All eye contact is to be avoided, elbows should not touch and any speaking must cease unless you are returning from a match and the conversation is about football.

The space saving layout of some lavatories can lead to a nasty surprise especially when the hot air hand dryer blows down your ear whilst you are otherwise engaged. Looking round sharply at the cause can lead to rule breaking eye contact, not to mention, wet shoes.

Recently the architects of such edifices can be found trying to satisfy customers old and young which can cause confusion for the less observant. Some urinal stalls are set lower to accommodate boys who have yet to reach their full height. Those of us that have not only reached such height but also exceeded it, can find ourselves directing everything other than our attention to a lowered stall which alters what I suppose I should call the fall out zone, leaving one to come up with a plausible explanation for dampened trousers. Kings Cross Station has resolved this by lowering all the urinals. I say no more.

If one has managed to navigate the various perils of ‘spending a Penny’ including working out where the automatic sensors are for the soap and water one might imagine that one (if lucky) is home and, particularly, dry but there is one more and possibly the most difficult challenge still to be met.

On leaving, one is almost bound to be met by the malevolent glares from those in the queue for the ladies, at which point it is advisable to remember the golden rule.

No eye contact.