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Wednesday, December 14, 2016

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Grab Five Weeks for only 99p, but hurry!!!

This is another true story and this time set in London, Eastbourne and America! I worked for an Estate Agent in North London and I attend a party along with my friend Steve in Islington. Then just after Steve disappears to the loo, two guys come into the kitchen where we were and dragged me across the floor punching me in the face and ripping my hair out.

A few months later I'm threatened by the same guys from the party, BUT this time with a gun in my back and told if I'm seen in the area again, they will have no hesitation in using the gun. 

So after resigning from my job, I was invited to spend Christmas in Eastbourne with my girlfriend Jenny at her parents place . We decide to stay and move to Brighton where I was offered a job as a tele-sales manager for an American portrait company, but first must take a trip to Pennsylvania for a five week training course. 

FIVE WEEKS is a story of those weeks in America and where in a remote Pennsylvania woodland, I was nearly left for dead by my cocaine addict boss and his brother!

If you like this book, why not take a look at my other true story, WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME where I was wrongly CHARGED for arson and manslaughter in Spain. The book has received over 320 x 5* reviews across Amazon and has been #1 in TRUE CRIME in America, Australia and #1 in BIOGRAPHY in the UK!

Some reviews for FIVE WEEKS!

I have read Dave's other book "wrong place wrong time" and throughly enjoyed it, so when I found out he'd written another book I jumped at the chance to read it.

Five weeks is equally as entertaining as wrong place wrong time, the story's about a dream job in America that turns into a five week nightmare where he's fled for dead in a Pennsylvania forest.

5* Dave's life would be equally as exciting if it was a prime time to show or a hit movie.

5* I read Wrong Place Wrong Time and this is equally good (if not better), fast-paced true story of the innocent North London estate agent coming a cropper in the States. A scenario, which is one of my personal nightmares .

5* FIVE WEEKS is equally as entertaining as WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME!

5* Review from America! Action Packed. Fantastic. Great Writing.

5* I’m an avid reader of both fiction and non-fiction. However, it’s rare for me to encounter a piece of fiction that I enjoy enough to spend the time to write a review. Good fiction, in my opinion, is engaging, reveals something important or interesting about some aspect of the human condition, and—above all—has good story-telling. Five Weeks succeeds in all of these areas. The writing is witty and highly original. Read the first chapter and you’ll be hooked.

4* This is an easy to read book, about an estate agent who due to circumstances leave London. He lands a job as a tele sales manager and has to go to America for five weeks of training. The adventure starts for real then. I really enjoyed this well written novel.

5* Having read the authors first book, WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME which I loved, I had to read this and wow.This is a great story and one yet again I will recommend.

Click here to grab FiveWeeks

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

How Humble Am I? VERY!

How humble am I? Very!
After my latest book signing at WHSmiths in Watford on Friday, a week after my gig at Waterstones, also in Watford, I am truly humbled, yes that word again, to say that I've sold and signed multiple copies of my book Wrong Place Wrong Time. In fact, the figure is well into the hundreds now. Some of the buyers I’ve charmed or even accosted in my own friendly way, informing them of how many 5* reviews the book has achieved, over 500 on Amazon and other book sites.
Also to express how proud I am that the book is #4 in the charts at the aforementioned Waterstones shop, just behind The Girl On The Train with signed copies displayed within the shop and in their window. But I would add that many people bought the book in order to support a local author.
I get goose bumps every time I walk past a book shop on the high street and see my book on display in their window. This is the stuff that authors dream of, but for me this has become reality! 
The majority of the books I've sold recently were bought as Christmas gifts, either personally dedicated or just with my signature. To think that on Christmas morning, there will be people all over the UK, who will be eagerly unwrapping their presents to find a copy of my book, with my mugshot staring at them. Just hope that doesn’t put them off their Christmas dinner!
Honestly, it is surreal because at the end of the day, who am I? No one, and to think that people pay for my book, is just an overwhelming feeling.
I enjoy meeting people, talking with them and for them to ask about my books and to congratulate me is something I had only ever imagined. Then for them to ask for my signature and for a photo, I feel like a celebrity.
Yes, people want a selfie with little old me.
I have completed about seven book signings so far over the past couple of months, some with a charity element, with a percentage of proceeds being donated to Cancer Research UK and Rays of Sunshine. I have more events lined up before Christmas and even more booked with Waterstones, WH Smiths and various other venues across the country for early 2017!
I would just like to say thank you to BE Offices who have hosted me a few times, with proceeds from sales going to their nominated charity Rays of Sunshine, so thank you to them. 
To every author out there, a book signing is not just about selling books, well of course that's the ultimate goal, mainly because for me it’s my living, but it's more than that. It is an opportunity to mingle, converse, inform people about the books and to be honest, just enjoy the limelight. And I am most certainly doing just that! 
Wrong Place Wrong Time

Monday, December 5, 2016

#4 in Waterstones!

So after my book signing at Waterstones in Watford, Hertfordshire last week, I popped into the shop to thank them and I was blown away when I notice my book, WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME at #4 in their charts on the shelves!

Here are some photo's I took:

To order the paperback from Waterstones, please click here! WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME 

SUMMER by Megan Ryder-Mak

Summer by Megan! 

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Biggest Vote Since Trump!

Could I ask you guys to vote for my book cover?
Wrong Place Wrong Time! The kindle book, for a short time is only 99p/99c!
Thanks in advance!

Thursday, November 17, 2016



Wrong Place Wrong Time a bestselling true story is under £2/$2 for a few days!

So click WPWT and grab a copy of my real life account of nail-biting events that have had readers leaving 5* reviews on Amazon in their hundreds.

                                     Media preview


My Way to getting published!

Within "My Way to being PUBLISHED", I thought I would write about my experience from being, which I still am, a self-published author to being offered a traditional contract with a publishing company to have one of my books, WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME, printed in paperback and to be distributed to book shops nationwide, which is in the process of happening right now. Fingers crossed worldwide in time! 

    Can you imagine, little old me with a worldwide bestseller in book shops?

Many people who I interact with online say that WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME is already an international bestseller as the book, a true story, has been #1 on kindle in categories worldwide across Amazon and with over 400 x 4/5* reviews. Currently WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME stands in the top #100 in biography and true accounts in the UK on Amazon.


Product Details

Also the author of:

Five Weeks (True Story)

My Way Won (Book Marketing)

My Way Too (Book Marketing)

My Way Free – Trending on Twitter (Book Marketing)

My Way Four – May the Fourth Be with You (13 Sci-Fi authors show case their 

My Way 5 – About LIFE (21 people relive their life experiences)

My Way 6 – Sex For The Beach (11 authors of erotic get down and hot)

My Way - LinkedIn 

All available at

Saturday, November 5, 2016


For 5 days from today (Nov 5th) download for FREE my new marketing book called, MY WAY - LINKEDIN 

It's a short, it's fun and it's below. 

Enjoy! I hope!

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Video of my recent book signing!


So after my book signing event at Teatro Restaurant at the Radlett Centre, in aid of Cancer ResearchUK, my friend and fellow author, Anne John-Ligali sent me a video, that she produced of the day and I am truly overwhelmed by the final production. Number one, I wasn't expecting it and number two it covers the essence of the day. Wrong Place Wrong Time is available via my publishers Austin Macauley at my website, or via Amazon
The link is below, and I hope you enjoy the show.

Thanks for watching!

Thursday, October 20, 2016

The awesome power of LinkedIn as a social media marketing tool!

When my editor and agent Julie Tucker posted a photo on her Facebook page of the stacked copies of the first delivery of the revamped Amazon best-selling book, WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME it gave me an idea. A fairly recent convert to the incredible power of LinkedIn, I thought, let's put a challenge on Linkedln and ask my connections to guess how many books there are in the picture.
Well it’s now day 15 and while I was happy with the 52 comments and a few likes I received after a couple of days, I am now completely overwhelmed and thrilled to, as of today, had over 24,000 comments, over 3,500 likes and over 41,000 views, it has really blown me away! Even as I type this, people are still having a guess, and from all corners of the earth.

The vast majority of comments are simply a number guess but lots have people have taken the time to comment and muse over the question of the hidden books. I’ve even had comments such as:
"What a brilliant piece of marketing." "Sheer brilliance." "Genius book marketing." which is always nice to hear.
The latest image which is above, includes all the amazing numbers and talking about numbers, the person who was the first to comment with the correct answer has a signed copy of WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME winging its way to them. 
Oh yes, the number, the number that 1,000's and 1,000's of people have pondered over is ……. To be perfectly honest, I’m enjoying the LinkedIn love so much (and who wouldn’t) that I am reluctant to draw the suspense to a close so I’ve decided I will tweet the answer on Monday 24th October over at! And I’m offering you all a further opportunity to win another signed copy with my Twitter challenge, see below! 
WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME is a true story, my story, about when I was an estate agent in London and one night I find myself on the wrong side of the law. This leads to the loss of my driving licence, my job, my home and sends me spiralling into depression. I decide to visit Spain for a change of scenery and lifestyle but I get way more than I bargain for when before long, misfortune, circumstance and a degree of stupidity land me in more trouble than that from which I’d fled back home. One night in Marbella, after a few too many drinks and armed with more Dutch courage than common sense, I rescue two people from a burning hotel but in the process I’m falsely accused of arson and manslaughter and thrown in a Spanish jail. Aided' by a UK tabloid journalist whose sole purpose was merely to create shock headlines, my real life account of nail-biting events leading up to and following the fire have had readers leaving 5* reviews on Amazon in their hundreds.
As an author it is so important to get your book out there which I try to do on a daily basis, not just for my books but the other authors I promote on my various social media platforms. I use Twitter on a daily basis to promote and converse with my followers, which at the moment stand at over 35k. So why not follow me and I'll follow back,!
Talking of Twitter and as I have said, if you would like another chance to win a FREE signed copy of WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME, then copy and paste the following into a tweet
"@davepperlmutter #HowManyBooks #LinkedIn #WrongPlaceWrongTime #bookplugs #BookBoost #ASMSG #RRBC #BYNR #IARTG #BOOKS"
Every tweet I receive will be entered into a draw and my editor will randomly pick a winner on the 31st October.
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all the attention my little old post has received and thank you all for taking time to count the books.
Let’s get tweeting now and thanks for taking part!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Not A Bad Bit Of Book Marketing!

I have been overwhelmed with the response of a spot of book marketing I did on LinkedIn the other day. 

I posted an image, which is below, of a large number of copies of the same book, Wrong Place Wrong Time and invited people to guess the correct answer & the first correct one would receive a signed copy. 

Little did I know that the post would so far receive over 16.5k comments, over 2.5k likes and over 29k views!

Why not join in the fun?

Monday, October 10, 2016

Book signing of #WrongPlaceWrongTime!

Well what can I write about? What can't I write about? Before I start, I want to say a huge thank you to my publishers, AUSTIN MACAULEY, who provided the books and the posters, flyers and so much more, like making the dream from self-published to traditional! So thank you! Also very shortly, this book will be in book shops nationwide and fingers crossed around the globe!

There is so much to say about my first book signing event over the weekend. It was on Saturday, but I was still selling copies of WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME on Sunday, even today on a Monday and the kindle version has shot up the Amazon charts in the UK. 

Back to the book signing. It was a bit of a family affair because the event took place at Teatro Restaurant at The Radlett Centre, which is run by my younger brother Robert who makes sure the front house is running smoothly and my sister Sue who creates delicious meals in the kitchen. 

It was also attended by close friends, fellow authors from near and far, together with three ladies from the Mill Hill Cancer Research shop and other locals who had seen the event advertised. My editor Julie Tucker and I are Cancer Campaigns Ambassadors for Cancer Research UK and had decided that some of the proceeds of the event would go to the charity. We were delighted to raise over £80 on the day and the amount is still increasing plus with a further charity book signing event arranged at the next-door library at the end of this month, which will also be in aid of CRUK.

Many bought multiple copies of the book and were delighted to have them signed by little old me. The assembled crowd enjoyed refreshments provided by Teatro and apparently sat in rapt silence as I read out, rather nervously I may add, the chapter  ‘Cups and Oranges’. For those of you not in attendance, at the end of this post is that chapter that I would like to share with you. 

Some of the readers of the first edition of the book had questions for not only myself, but also for my mum Annette, who has always been so supportive of me and all my siblings.
So overall my first book signing event went beyond my expectations. It was that good, I'm going to book many more. I'm sure you'll read about them.
Okay, have a cup of tea, settle down and I hope you enjoy this chapter!


The sound of jangling keys stirred me from my sleep and I opened my eyes to see the eight plastic cups lined against the concrete wall. I stared at the orange peel, now shriveled and dehydrated, and couldn’t help but wonder if I looked the same. I certainly felt it. Don’t they ever clean this shithole? I thought, pulling myself from the floor.
A burly guard with a nasty, toothless grin unlocked my cell door and took the familiar metal tray from his trolley, his short sleeved shirt exposing his thick, tattooed arms. A dragon traced its way from wrist to elbow on his left arm whilst a snake did the same on his right. I watched the brown and black scales of the snake move and twitch as he placed our food and drink on the floor before locking the door. We were his last call, and as he strode past the other prisoners he gave them all the same toothless stare.
The walls echoed as he slammed the heavy door behind him and turned the key. It had been four or five days but I still couldn’t get used to that sound. I stood up and gingerly walked over to get my share, somewhat surprised that there was only one orange and one plastic cup. My first thought was that I’d have a fight on my hands and I looked around for my cellmate, preparing myself. But he was gone. Whether he’d been freed, moved or taken to court didn’t interest me in the slightest, I really didn’t give a shit and was glad to have the place to myself. I wondered when they’d taken him though, and tried to recall the previous few hours. Most of it was a blur; endless hours of nothingness interspersed with shouting and sleep.
I felt disorientated and weak as I made my way back to the corner of what was now my cell. My stomach was in a constant state of unrest, a combination of hunger and nervous anticipation about what the day would hold. Over and over, my head pounded with Carmela’s words: “manslaughter and arson.” Feeling sick I sat down, crossed my legs and peeled off the orange skin. Very slowly, one by one, I separated the segments. The longer I took eating the orange the further I was away from meeting the judge at the court house. “Manslaughter and arson.” The words circled around my head.
The orange was sour and I spat most of it out along with the pips, firing them into the cups. The water was a welcoming taste though - even warm, it drowned out the bitterness in my mouth. I finished it in three gulps and placed the cup alongside the others. Nine plastic cups. Apart from Carmella, I hadn’t spoken to anyone in days, so the only communication I’d had was with myself. At times I’d even spoken to the cups, and as stupid as it sounds now, I had a name for each one. Each day there were another two cups; each day two new members of a growing family.
My eyes were heavy and tired from another sleepless night of tossing and turning on the damp, concrete floor. I wiped some sticky sleep away from my eyes and rubbed it onto my jeans. I hadn’t changed them since I’d left the hostel which seemed like a lifetime ago and even though Rosa had washed them for me, they now smelt of smoke, piss and shit, as did my shirt. I was in desperate need of a shower.
I looked around at the other prisoners who were unusually quiet. Some stood with their arms hanging out between the cell bars, smoking and staring at each other, whilst others had their heads down, staring at the floor. I had no doubt that they were all wondering when they would ever be getting out of there, as was I. Looking around I tried to take it all in: vulnerable men, incarcerated for whatever reason, not having a clue about what the next day would bring. Just looking at them, I felt sorry for them. I thought of my family: my mum, dad, brothers and sister. What the hell would they think if they knew? Did they know? Had anyone told them? I felt my stomach fall and did all that I could to contain it.
Sometime later, the clanking of keys and the turning of the lock made me look up and I stared across the cell as the basement door opened. The same, toothless guard appeared. Passing the other cells, he marched towards me, occasionally lashing out at the arms of the prisoners with his baton, still smiling that ugly grin of his as he did so. What a bastard. The prisoners he hit yelled out in pain, but they still spat back at him, most times managing to connect with the side of his face and the back of his neck. It looked like a sick and twisted game; one I didn’t understand at first. But it was obvious they were asserting the last bit of freedom they had left, the one thing the guards couldn’t take away.
When he reached my cell door he fumbled for the key on his belt. I was surprised he could find any keys at all; he was grossly overweight with an enormous stomach that hung down over his blue uniformed trousers. When he located the right one and opened the door, he pointed at me with two fingers and he told me to get up.
“Jesus… here goes,” I muttered to myself. As I stood, he approached me, grinning as he did so and wiping salvia from his face. He tossed two white laces onto the floor and I knelt down and picked them up. Taking both ends of each lace, I carefully measured them and pushed them through each eyelet of my trainers one at a time - first my left and then my right. He shouted at me to hurry up and with fright I glanced up at him. With the baton in one hand, he was hitting the palm of his other, his grin diminished to an evil stare. I hurriedly finished tying them and stood up. We were nose to nose. His breath was rancid.
It occurred to me that the last time I’d cleaned my teeth was at Rosa’s apartment, days earlier. Cupping my hand over my mouth, I blew into it and inhaled. It was just as bad as that of my jailer, but at least I had an excuse. Thoughts of Rosa whirred around in my mind. Why didn’t I just go back to you? Why the hell did I go back into the hotel?
Suddenly, the guard took hold of both my arms, turned me around and shoved me into the wall. With all thoughts of Rosa lost, the side of my face rebounded off the concrete and I felt warm blood trickle from my lip as the plastic cups splayed across the floor. Grabbing hold of my wrists, he pulled them together around my back and handcuffed me.
“Why do you have to be so rough?” I questioned, but he just laughed, his heavy breath sliding down the back of my neck.
He marched me out of the cell, slamming the door behind us. We strode past the other prisoners who whistled and clapped, trying to reach out and grab me by my shirt. He opened the door and we made our way along the corridor, past the room where I’d met Carmela, up three flights of stairs and along the narrow hallway with the arched ceiling. I felt uncomfortable and claustrophobic again, even more so knowing where we were heading. The windows, now to my right, were letting in the early morning light. The sun was out and I hadn’t seen natural light for days. He gripped my arm as we walked to the end of the corridor, his tattooed snake staring at me as I looked down and counted the tiles out loud again - thirty six, exactly the same number of steps and tiles as before.
The guard fumbled for the key and I wondered again how he ever managed to see over his stomach, but in one attempt he found it and unlocked the door. When the bright morning sun hit my eyes, I instantly turned away and looked down, unable to cover my eyes because of the handcuffs. The sensation of the heat was incredible and for a moment I was transported, a beautiful vision of Rosa and I lying on the beach playing out in my mind. But it was short-lived.
A blue police van screeched to a halt in front of us and the driver jumped out and unlocked the two back doors. The guard yanked me onto the pavement and then onto the road.
There was a caged door between the door and the back of the van. He opened it and I felt the full force of his hands on my back as he pushed me inside. I managed to steady myself and slumped down onto an empty seat to my left. There were four other male prisoners in the back of the van, all staring at me, and when they started to shout at me I was relieved that they were handcuffed too.
I couldn’t understand why there was so much hatred towards me. Was it because I was English? Had they heard about my charges? Shifting my body, I turned my back to ignore them as the driver turned the key in the ignition, and as the engine came to life and we made our way to the court, I stared out of the window watching the world rush by, terrified of what lay ahead.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter and if you want to read more, click here! Wrong Place Wrong Time