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Friday, 20 October 2017

RBTL: The Goddess of Fourtune by Andrew Blencowe


Title: The Goddess of Fortune
Author: Andrew Blencowe
Series: Standalone Title
Genre: Historical Speculative Fiction/ Alternate History
Publisher: Hamilton Bay Publishing
Release Date: Mar 24 2014
Edition/ Formats: 1st Edition ~ Formats: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

What if, by the passing of just two events, Japan and Germany had won World War 2?
The Goddess of Fortune is a work of alternative fiction in which history is re-explored, in sometimes surprising ways:

·         Beautiful Louise, while only 24 years old, uses her intelligence, wiles, and body to dominate the so-called "stronger sex."
·         Kaito Sasaki of the Bank of Tokyo, inspired by Lenin (“The best way to destroy the capitalist system is to debauch the currency”), proves just that with his printing of U.S. 100 dollar bills.
·         The treachery of Hermann "Fatso" Goering is uncovered and his punishment is swift.
As a work of historical fiction, Goddess reveals the private foibles, quirks, and lusts of the famous of the period.

Prepare to re-imagine history, get The Goddess of Fortune today.

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Excerpt 4    R - 435 words

The four girls all thanked the men for the wonderful cake and the delicious champagne.
The one with the very large chest had taken her jacket off. While doing so, both men noticed her nipples were now larger than ever, and she could see the two men saw this and this made her even more excited to show off her raw excitement to them. It was like a bullfight in extremely slow motion, the teasing and the toying and the languid passes of the cape.
Nasherton meandered over to Albert who was by now standing at the window smoking a cigar.
“I want the little one first.”
Albert looked at him, “The one with the huge tits?”
Nasherton nodded.
“Yes. Yes, wise choice as she is the hottest of the four, but I suggest you have her last,” Albert said with an air of authority.
Nasherton wryly smiled, “So, you have vetted all, have you?”
Albert smiled and said, “James, do you expect me not to have ensured all are of the first water?”
At this Nasherton laughed, “You are one of a kind, Albert.”
“She loves it front or back and she loves two men at once. Get her on her back some time tonight and watch her tits move—they are like two eggs in a frying pan as the pan is shaken. When you’re on top, grasp her arms, as circus acrobats do, so you can pull her towards you. She loves that, and she is extremely loud. Their loudness is one thing that differentiates these girls from white girls.”
“Two eggs, yes, I know what you mean. Loud, that’s wonderful,” Nasherton acknowledged.
“By the by old boy, what are the girls’ names?
Albert explained, “Masayo is this short one with the huge chest; Mikui is the tall one; Suki is the one with the blonde highlights; Yuki is the one with the extremely pretty face. But you can forget about their names, as you will shortly see.”
Nasherton frowned good-naturedly, “If you say so, old boy.”
The room was extremely large. By the windows was a small writing desk. Looking out on the lake were two pairs of tall but narrow glass doors that reached from the floor to the ceiling, closing both pairs of doors blocked all sound from the outside. The room was dominated by a huge bed—it was large enough to comfortable sleep eight, but it was designed to hold, rather than sleep, eight.
Nasherton commented on the bed’s size, “Christ Alive, Albert, that’s a monster—we really need it all?”
Albert smiled and simply said, “Yes.”


About the Author:


  Originally from Melbourne, Australia, Andrew Blencowe discovered at an early age what it was like to live on the edge of life. During his high school years he dropped out to become a motorcycle racer. Smitten by computers in his early twenties, he went on to become founder and CEO of an international software company with offices on five continents. It is his international perspective and a drive to challenge assumptions that influence his writing interests.
   As a weekend student of history, one point he noticed over and over was how a seemingly trivial action had such immense consequences. Regarding this point of minute actions, it is akin to a 1,000-ton boulder balanced precariously on a steel knife edge; at present still, but with the smallest nudge, an army of men cannot stop the monolith from rolling down the hill.
   Another reoccurring point was how people's time frames are always myopically short; Zhou Enlai, when asked in the early 1970s about the significance of the French Revolution, was reputed to have answered, "Too early to say".
   This myopia is daily becoming worse and worse as the destruction of the intellect by mobile "telephones" accelerates. Combined with iPads and other electronic reading devices, the ability of the human mind to think and ponder disturbance-free is being destroyed one interruption at a time.
   These are some of the main threads in Blencowe's novels - the arrogance and massive overconfidence in the new (blithely and wrongly considered better); the panoply of quick fixes rather than a thoughtful analysis of the unexpected consequences of these often dangerous modern expedients.

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