Sunday, 7 April 2013

The First Review of Samantha by K Morris is Here

I was thrilled to find that my book, Samantha has received a review, on Amazon awarding it 4 stars
Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in Liverpool, a city in the north-west of England. Can she survive the physical and psychological abuse of her vicious pimp, Barry or will Sam end her life in the icey waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks?

Sunday, 3 March 2013

Samantha By K Morris Available Free In The Kindle Store

On 24 February I published Samantha which tells the story of a young girl forced into sex slavery in the city of Liverpool. For a limited period (3-7 March) Samantha is available free in the Kindle store. For further information please visit or

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Cover for my debut eBook, The First Time.

The Dreaded CAPTCHA!

I am blind and can not read my computer's screen. I access the internet and other aspects of my PC using JAWS (Job Access with Speech) which reads the screen aloud and allows the user to receive a braille representation of the screen via a braille display. One of the difficulties which confronts me as a visually impaired computer user is that of CAPTCHA. CAPTCHAS are distorted images, frequently containing words which the computer user must solve before being able to perform certain functions such as signing up for a website forum. JAWS and other similar software is not able to read CAPTCHAS (the software sees a blank screen), consequently many blind computer users either require sighted assistance in solving CAPTCHAS or they simply give up on attempting to use the site.
This blog is hosted by Blogger who (unfortunately) use CAPTCHA. Blogger does have an audio option on which those who are not able to read the visual CAPTCHA may click, however the quality of the sound is so poor that it is often impossible to hear what is being spoken and, as a result I and other blind people often give up in frustration and fail to comment on that post which caught our interest.
CAPTCHA is intended to prevent robots from spamming websites. Spam is a problem and one might argue that any measures which reduce it's menace are justified. However there are ways of combating spam which do not entail CAPTCHA. Wordpress for example uses Akismet software which separates the wheat from the chaf. Suspected spam is placed in a spam folder for the blogger to review while genuine comments are sent to the website owner for approval. In my experience Akismet is at least 98 per cent effective in preventing spam and best of all the commenter is not faced with an inaccessible CAPTCHA to solve!
Even where CAPTCHA is employed there exist better CAPTCHAS than those used by For example I have come across sites which ask the user to perform a simple calculation prior to posting (E.G. "what is four plus three").
I have no idea why Blogger persists in using such an unfriendly CAPTCHA method which deters not only blind computer users but many others also from commenting on posts.
The user of Blogger does have the option to turn off word verification or CAPTCHA, however I have not been able to work out how to do this thus far. I wonder just how many people are being detered from commenting on my posts by the presence of CAPTCHA. Come on Blogger you can do better than this!
(Kevin Morris is the author of The First Time which can be purchased in the Amazon Kindle store).

Thursday, 24 January 2013

An Extract From My Forthcoming Novel Samantha

Below is an extract from my forthcoming novel Samantha. The story concerns Samantha, a young woman forced into prostitution by her brutal pimp Barry. The below contains strong language. If you are offended by such language please read no further


Sam pressed the buzzer for flat 22. A fuzzy image of a man’s face appeared, “Hello?” “Its Angel” (as always Sam used her working name. She wanted clients
to know as little as possible about the real Samantha Parker-Jones). “Come up. I’m on the second floor”. The door clicked open and Sam entered a well lit
entrance hall. A shiny metal lift faced her. Sam pressed the call button.

The doors opened immediately. She entered pressing the    button for the second floor. The lift rose soundlessly gliding open on the second floor. Sam stepped
out into a carpeted corridor. Flat 22 was to Sam’s left, at the far end of the corridor as she exited the lift. “Dear Christ please let him not be a nutter”
Sam thought as she pressed the doorbell.

The door was opened by a man in his mid to late thirties with receeding brown hair and a pair of hazel eyes which looked like pin pricks. “God a fucking
coke head” Sam thought. She recognised the classic signs of a heavy cocaine user, the eyes like pin pricks, the constant twitching of Nick’s hands and
his flushed face. “Come in” Nick said opening the door just enough to permit Sam to wriggle through. Once Sam had entered Nick double locked the door and
placed a heavy brass security chain across it for good measure. Sam moistened her dry lips, “Can I have the cash now please then we can have some fun”.
Nick reached into the pocket of his blue silk dressing gown and handed Sam an envelope. Sam opened it and counted the money. £150 for 2 hours, the money
was correct. “Thanks sweetie I’ll just call my driver and let him no that everything is OK then we can relax together”. She called Barry’s mobile. He picked
up on the first ring, he’d obviously been waiting with his mobile at the ready for her call. “Everythings fine”. “OK I’ll get one of the drivers to pick
you up in 2 hours. He’ll be waiting where I dropped you”. Barry ended the call. Sam returned the mobile to her handbag and giving Nick what she hoped approximated
to a genuine smile said “What would you like to do?” “Lets go to the bedroom”.

Sam followed Nick into a big bedroom. Her feet sank into an expensive blue carpet. “I like the bed. We can have some fun rolling about on that” she said.
To Sam her voice sounded false, however Nick appeared not to notice. “Want some coke?” he said pointing to several lines of cocaine neatly laid out on
a small mirror lying on the dressing table. “No thanks honey”. “Come on Barry told me that you are a good time girl, have some fucking Charlie” he said.
The muscles in Nick’s neck tightened and flecks of spittle flew from his mouth. “I would normally darling but I’m pregnant and I don’t want to harm the
baby”. It was a lie but it had the desired effect. “I understand. My friend’s girlfriend is having a baby and she’s given up smoking. Sorry I didn’t realise
that you where pregnant. Congratulations”. “Thanks. Would you like a nice massage?” Nick nodded and flinging his dressing gown over a chair which stood
next to the bed lay down on his stomach. Sam produced a bottle of jasmine oil from her bag and began massaging Nick’s back. As her hands neaded and rubbed
at Nick’s body Sam’s thoughts returned to Peter. He was a lovely man and she so wanted a decent guy in her life. But how could she think about relationships?
Her life was a fucking mess. She couldn’t look after herself let alone anyone else. Even if she did see Peter again how could she tell him that she was
a whore? “Oh my darling I’ve something important to tell you. I’m not really a nurse. I lied about that. I’m a tart. I sleep with guys for cash. Well,
actually I don’t keep much of what I earn. My pimp, Barry takes most of it. Do you still love me?” Sam laughed bitterly. “What is it?” “Nothing sweetie.
Just a frog in my throat. You relax and enjoy yourself. Turn over for me”. Nick turned over. “I want to fuck”. “OK babe but you need to be hard first.
Angel will make you big”. Mechanically Sam rubbed and stroked Nick’s penis. His cock was soon erect. Sam took a condom from the bedside table where she
had left it when she’d entered the room. With an expertise grown of long practice Sam rolled it down over Nick’s erection. She undid her skirt and removed
her knickers. Sam sat on Nick’s penis and began to girate her hips. Nick moaned with pleasure. “Is that good babe?” Sam said her mind elsewhere. She so
wanted to be back in Peter’s gentle embrace. She bit her lip fighting back tears.

With a grunt Nick came. Sam removed the durex. “Can I use your bathroom please?” “It’s just opposite the bedroom” Nick said. “Thanks I’ll take a shower
if that’s OK?” “Fine” Nick replied.

After her shower Sam returned to the bedroom. “Nice meeting you Nick. My driver will be here in five minutes. I’ll go down and wait for him outside if that’s
OK?” Without a word Nick got up, threw on his dressing gown, lead the way to the front door and unfastened it. “Thanks sweetie” Sam said giving Nick a
kiss on the cheek. Once the door had closed behind her Sam gave vent to her feelings. Her body shook with huge wretching sobs. “Driver will be waiting.
Pull yourself together girl” she said to herself. Blowing her nose on a tissue Sam headed purposefully for the lift. 

(To be continued)

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Free Kindle Reading Apps

Did you know that you don’t need to own a Kindle in order to read books sold in Amazon’s Kindle store. There are apps which allow the book lover to read Kindle titles using their PC, Ipad or other mobile device. My book, The First Time is currently retailing in the Kindle store for £0,77 and can be read by any of the above means.
The book describes how Becky, a young graduate enters the world of prostitution in order to clear her debts and explores the effects of that decision on Becky and her friend and fellow escort Julie.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Friday, 18 January 2013

Book Review: In Her Own Words Interview With A London Call Girl By Ruth Jacobs

In Her Own Words: Interview With A London Call Girl, By Ruth Jacobs provides a powerful insight into the existence of an escort. This short book is a transcript of a video interview with Q, and took place in 1998. Q’s words reveal a complex and confusing picture. She started working as a street prostitute at the age of 15 but was (by the time the interview was conducted) working as an out call escort (I.E. a prostitute who visits clients in their home or hotel room). While working the streets Q could see upto 20 men a day. The encounters where brief and there was no necessity for her to be polite. However, as a call girl she sees around 2-3 clients per day and as a high class sex worker must be pleasant to her clients and pretend to be enjoying the sex.
Q’s perspective on her work is very complicated. The first few times she saw customers she cried during the encounters, however she now claims to enjoy the power over customers which her role as an escort entails.
Q says that she enjoys her work while also stating that she misses being in a loving relationship with another person who will love her. While socialising in clubs Q finds that men (knowing what she does) invite her home and want free sex with no emotional entanglements. On the one hand Q indicates that she feels that her work as a prostitute is satisfying, that she does not want or need a boyfriend, however on the other Q’s desire for love is evident in “In Her Own Words”.

(Kevin Morris is the author of The First Time (, a collection of short stories which describes the effects of prostitution on a young graduate, Becky and her fellow escort and friend Julie).      

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

My Author Page on Facebook

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Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Adlestrop by Edward Thomas

Ever since I first came across Adlestrop while browsing through an anthology of poetry at school (I can not recollect which particular anthology it was) I have always loved Thomas’s poem. I was therefore delighted when a friend sent me the below link to the National Archive’s blog today I hope that you enjoy the poem as much as I do.  

Monday, 14 January 2013

The First Time Ebook Is Free

From 15 January until midnight on 18 January I will be giving away free copies of my collection of short stories, The First Time If you would like a free copy please send an e-mail to newauthoronline at (the address is given in this way to try and defeat spammers).

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Prostitution in the UK, and 'The First Time', by Kevin Morris.

The purpose of this post is to provide context regarding the environment in which Becky, an escort girl in my story, The First Time operates.
In the United Kingdom (which is where the story takes place) prostitution is not illegal, however many of the activities associated with prostitution are prohibited by law. It is legal for one person to work from a flat or other premises as a prostitute, however where more than one individual works the premises is classified as a brothel and those working there are doing so illegally.
In the UK working as an out-call escort (as Becky and her friend Julie) do is not illegal. Consequently when Becky visits Mike in his home and provides a sexual service neither she nor Mike are breaking the law.
It is illegal in the UK  to “control” prostitution and to be convicted of doing so is likely to result in imprisonment. At Becky’s request her friend, Julie introduces her to Mike. Could this be viewed as Julie “controlling” prostitution? Perhaps so.
While the age of consent in the UK for both hetrosexual and homosexual relations is 16, it is illegal to pay for sex with a person who is under the age of 18 so sex with a 16-year-old is legal but to pay for sexual services with that same person is against the law. Both Becky and Julie are in their early twenties so the age of consent issue does not arise.
For further information on UK law as it pertains to prostitution please see For The First Time please visit   

An extract from 'The First Time' by Kevin Morris.

Below is an extract from The First Time. The story describes how Becky who has recently graduated from university with a first class degree in English literature enters the world’s oldest profession (prostitution) as an escort in order to clear her credit card debts. Becky has just returned from seeing her first client. During the encounter she provided a “personal service” (I.E. sex).

“Becky unlocked her front door and headed straight for the kitchen.
Opening the fridge she took out a bottle of wine (she neither knew nor
cared about it’s vintage, Becky just needed a drink). Grabbing a
coffee mug Becky filled it almost to the brim and took a huge swallow
leaving it almost half empty and Becky fighting for breath. Taking the
remainder of the wine with her she went into the bathroom and placing
the mug on the toilet lid began to run a bath.
She must have dozed because when Becky opened her eyes she found
herself leaning against the toilet bowl with water dripping over the
side of the blue bath tub. “Damn the thing” Becky muttered as she got
unsteadily to her feet. Reaching into the water Becky pulled the plug
out and, when the water level had dropped leaving the bath half full
she stepped into it. God it was hot but Becky didn’t care. Taking a
scrubbing brush she rubbed her skin until her body hurt all over and
the blood came seeping out. Still Becky could smell the scent of
Mike’s aftershave. His smell seemed to have impregnated her every
Is this how women react when they’ve been raped Becky thought. She
dismissed the idea almost as soon as it entered her head. She had gone
into Mike’s flat knowing that he wanted sex, she’d taken the money and
had provided “a personal service”, god how she hated that phrase!
Knowing that she had consented didn’t make Becky feel any better, she
loathed herself even more …”.
To purchase the First Time by Kevin Morris please visit

Introducing 'The First Time' by Kevin Morris.

I am Kevin Morris. My Collection of short stories, The First Time was published as an ebook in December 2012. In this compilation I explore why young women enter the world of prostitution while other stories look at what happens when the worlds of sex and technology collide.
In “The First Time”, the first story in this collection, we meet Becky a young graduate who enters the world of prostitution in order to clear her debts.
The story looks at the effects of prostitution on Becky and her fellow escort and friend Julie. In “The Pain Behind the Smile” Issie presents her friend, Peter with a birthday cake, however things are not what they seem.
In “Lucy” the acquaintances of a crusty old bachelor speculate how he could attract and retain the affections of a beautiful young woman. As with “The Pain Behind the Smile” things are far from what they seem.
“Hemlock” explores what happens when machines attain the capacity to appreciate high culture. The story is both humorous and deeply serious.
To purchase a copy of “The First Time please visit