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PUBLISHER: Freight Books

FORMAT: Hardback

ISBN: 9781910449561

RRP: £9.99

PAGES: 198

PUBLICATION DATE:
March 10, 2016

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Sexy Haiku

These engaging and accessible haiku are in turns romantic, funny, erotic, and playful. A woman asks her new lover:Why don’t you write about me?legs parted wry smile betweendark curls maybe I will.What follows is a powerful, explicit and vivid collection that follows the peaks and troughs of one man’s relationships.Whether read alone or shared with the one you love, this is a collection wrought with sexual tension that will leave you gasping.

Nick Brooks was born and still lives in Glasgow. He studied English at Glasgow University, where he also graduated with a Masters degree in Creative Writing. Nick has worked in a variety of jobs, including musician, cartoonist and stained glass window maker. His first novel was My Name is Denise Forrester, published by Phoenix Press in 2005 and his second, The Good Death, published by Weidenfeld and Nicolson in 2006. His most recent novel, Indecent Acts, was published by Freight Books in 2014. Nick has been completing a PhD at the University of the West of Scotland.

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