THANKS ALL!

THE BUMBLE'S END has had a great week!


After last weekend's free promo ended THE BUMBLE started to sell and sell and very soon made it into the paid charts. He stayed there all week rising higher every day.


But now he's started to drop! Oh no!


Time for all yous who haven't yet bought it to scrape together 98 pence-worth of your hard-earned pennies and hand it over to Amazon. Amazon don't need it, but Jimmy Bain does!


Of course, you'll get some benefit as well - you'll get a cracking story and good laugh. What else will give you that for 98 pence?

WORLD DOMINATION AT LAST!

Not doing too bad in the US and Germany as well!

Now if only people will start paying money for it!

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by Jimmy Bain
Crime/Dark Humour/Tartan Noir

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MADE IT INTO THE HARD BOILED CHARTS AGAIN!

Jings!

The Bumble's End made it into the charts again.

Reached the dizzy heights of No. 38 in the UK Hard Boiled chart!

Slipped a notch or two now but what the hell!

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Crime with Dark Humour.

ABOVE MICKEY SPILLANE AND JAMES ELLROY!

UK SUSPENCE CHARTS

CRIME CHARTS

THE BUMBLE'S END

made it into the crime charts this week!  

Let's see it there next week as well.

Excerpt from The Bumble's End

SUBTLE CHANGE TO COVER NOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER!
Can you spot what it is?


Excerpt from THE BUMBLE'S END

We surveyed the purple walls and the king size bed with its leopard skin headboard and bed cover. A cat o’nine tails hung from the bedpost.

‘Christ! Talk about coitus interruptus!’ said the Bumble. He sat up in bed resplendent in a white singlet that needed the Daz doorstep challenge. I guess we were it. I threw a Marlboro to him then lit my own.

He stuck the cig in his mouth. ‘Got a light then?’ he said, unabashed by our entrance.

‘Sure,’ I said and strolled over to the bed. I took out the can of lighter fluid and sprinkled it over the bedclothes covering his fat carcass.

‘Hey! Whit the fuck are you doing?’ He attempted to get out of the bed.
I pushed him back and struck a match. ‘Move, and your chestnuts get toasted,’ I said. ‘You almost got me and your brother killed, you fucker! Switching the gold bars and loading the gun with blanks – that your idea of a laugh?’

‘You’re still here aren’t you?’