There might be no such thing as werewolves, vampires or ghosts but apparently, evil Klowns are real.
Tempest Michaels is once again investigating ridiculous cases that are clearly not even slightly paranormal in nature. However, his daily menu of fun is interrupted by a plague of men dressed in garish outfits. They wear twisted clown make-up as they terrorise the Kent towns and villages with ever escalating and more frequent attacks.
The Klowns should be a case for the police to solve but their leader appears to have a serious beef with Tempest and they are coming for him and anyone that gets in their way. Who are the Klowns? What do they want? And what's with the ridiculous smiles?
If they were not enough of a nuisance, he has foolishly employed a woman he is utterly besotted by. Trying to ignore Mr Wriggly’s thoughts about what to do with his new colleague, he goes after his silver medal, a girl he lusted after years ago at school, but while Mr Wriggly might not care tuppence about the difference, is Tempest’s heart really in it?
Throw in a demonic possession, a restaurant with ghostly footsteps and some more meddling by his mother, it looks like another entertaining week for Kent’s best Paranormal Investigator.
The author currently makes about $6000 a month from this series, with sales growing every time a new book is published. There have been 4 new books this year and 2 more are planned. The books are regularly inside the top 50 on Amazon for their genre.
The author's sales rank on Amazon is sometimes inside the top 1000 but is currently around 3000. new releases will improve this.
‘Right then, chaps. Please grab a seat where you can and take me back to the beginning. I need to know everything.’
The chaps looked about themselves, then all moved to get to a chair. There were enough chairs, so each chap needed only to reverse a bit to find one, but instead, they pratted about, bumping into each other and occasionally pretending to trip as they manoeuvred to find a place to perch. Coconutty Honkster honked his horn several times as they shuffled and span. It seemed that they could not operate without playing the fool.
Eventually, all taking a seat, they looked at each other once more, each seemingly waiting for another to take up the story. In the end, Richard (well done, Tempest) rolled his eyes in defeat and started speaking.
‘We are here to seek protection for ourselves and our fellow clowns. We are being persecuted because the Klowns are hurting people. We formed a coalition of clowns so that we could find safety in numbers or perhaps present ourselves as a body of clowns that are managed and thus separate from the mayhem being perpetrated currently.’ The man handed me a card. It read: Clowns Living in Threat of Retribution in the South. I mumbled the words to myself a couple of times then laughed.
‘You are aware that the acronym for your little group spells CLITORIS?’
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Translated by Monique Joaquim Witt Garzillo
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