Inspired by a random find, Carter Lacey started reading modern pulp stories when an injury meant he couldn’t ride his motorbike, and then decided to try his hand at writing them too. He has taken to turning late nights, red wine and good coffee into stories.

Like a good blues saxophonist, Carter rarely sees daylight. He writes dark stories, in the dark, if only so that it gets them out of his head to make room for the stuff that should be there. Luckily for him he has an alter ego who is happy to do the routine stuff, such as earning a living and paying the bills.

Carter lives in the UK, but belives that if there was any natural justice in the world he would be splitting his time between San Francisco and Las Vegas. He dreams of interviews with literary critics that will (almost certainly) never happen.

He has one novella available as an e-book on Amazon around the world and a number of novellas in draft that one day will probably be published the same way. (See the Links to my Kindle eBooks page for more information.

Some small print:

The short stories published in this blog are entirely works of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and localities is purely coincidental. Any real locations are used in a fictitious manner. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. All trademarks are acknowledged.

Views expressed in these blog posts are Carter’s own. Blog and content are copyright (c) Carter Lacey 2008, 2015 & 2016.

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