Hobson & Choi Series by Nick Bryan
The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf (Hobson & Choi #1)"If we get 400 followers, John Hobson will solve that nasty wolf-murder case for free! Fight the thing himself if he has to! #HobsonVsWolf!"
Angelina Choi was only trying to drum up some Twitter followers and make a good impression on her first day interning at John Hobson's one-man detective agency.
But the campaign went viral and now they have a murder to solve, no money coming in, and an unwilling Hobson faced with battling some enormous beast.
With both follower and body counts rising, can they crack the case without offending everyone or being eaten by a huge dog?
The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf is the first case starring Hobson & Choi, a bickering, mismatched detective duo for 21st century London. This book collects the debut storyline of the hit darkly comic crime web serial, extensively rewritten and improved for this definitive edition.
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Rush Jobs (Hobson & Choi #2)“Sometimes #crime feels like the Matrix. Or the #patriarchy or #porn. It's everywhere, even in people you trusted, and there's so MUCH of it.”
Angelina Choi returns for her second and final week of work experience at John Hobson’s detective agency, ready for anything after their first successful murder solve.
After all that online buzz, they’re in phenomenal demand. Can Hobson & Choi solve a kidnapping, play chicken with corporate crime, beat back gentrification, save a dog from drug dealers and head off violent backlash from their last case?
Or will grim revelations about Hobson’s past leave them floundering in the chaos?
Rush Jobs collects the second major storyline in the Hobson & Choi saga, #1 on Jukepop Serials and #2 in Dark Comedy on Amazon, adding brand new chapters and scenes to the case.
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Author Interview:
1. What made you decide to choose self-publishing over traditional publishing?
I chose self-publishing for the Hobson & Choi project because the earlier draft was already up on the JukePop Serials site, it attracted a following and I thought I might be able to springboard that into a fun venture. Also, I was enjoying their ongoing adventures, and self-publishing allows me to continue guilt-free, whereas if I were submitting to agents, I'd feel it was a slight waste of time writing sequels if the first one hadn't yet been accepted.
I've no problem with traditional publishing, I quite like the look of the hybrid-author approach that other writers have taken. I have other projects that I'll probably try on a traditional route – my fantasy novel about a man trying to escape his deal with the devil is more or less ready for submissions, in fact.
2. In The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf, Choi uses a twitter hashtag to help get Hobson followers on twitter. Is this something you've done before? Do you know what inspired this idea for you?
I've attracted Twitter followers via a combination of sarcasm and following people I meet in the pub, but I must admit, Angelina's probably done better than I ever have. The actual concept was very mechanical, really – I needed them to find out about the case via the internet, I wanted something that would immediately play up the generation gap between them – hey presto. I was so pleased with it, I almost put a hashtag in the title of the book, but was worried that might look a bit tryhard.
3. What has been your favourite thing about writing the Hobson & Choi series?
The most fun part about writing H&C, pretty consistently, is starting a new case and deciding which benign middle-class institution to turn evil. The dark side of chain pubs, recruitment agencies, shopping centres – I gleefully shove crime into them all. The dialogue is a close second.
4. If you had to describe the series in a tweet (140 characters), how would you do it?
Hobson & Choi combines crime, teen angst and grim jokes into a metaphorical stew, bubbling and red like blood, dog hairs floating on top.
5. Where do you normally write?
I long ago discovered I'm powerless in the face of internet access, so decamp to a local café with a low-spec netbook whenever I need to get any substantial writing done. I feel shame about the lack of willpower this demonstrates, but at least it gives me a sense of Going To Work, rather than rattling around the house all day.
6. Do you have any writing advice for aspiring authors?
Don't get too preoccupied with writing advice. Some people like first drafts, others prefer editing, some can write at home, others need to go out. As long as you work out your own needs and plan around them, it's fine. But do keep moving forward.
About the Author
Nick Bryan is a London-based writer of genre fiction, usually with some blackly comic twist. As well as the detective saga Hobson & Choi, he is also working on a novel about the real implications of deals with the devil and has stories in several anthologies.More details on his other work and news on future Hobson & Choi releases can be found on his blog at NickBryan.com or on Twitter as @NickMB. Both are updated with perfect and reasonable regularity.
Subscribe to his mailing list using the form in the sidebar of NickBryan.com to get news first and an all-new free Hobson & Choi short story immediately!
When not reading or writing books, Nick Bryan enjoys racquet sports, comics and a nice white beer.
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Tour Schedule
Monday 19th January
Rain On A Summer’s Afternoon
Tuesday 20th January
Claire Rousseau
Wednesday 21st January
Music, Books and Tea
Thursday 22nd January
Ya Yeah Yeah
Friday 23rd January
A Daydreamer’s Thoughts
Saturday 24th January
Tales of Yesterday
Sunday 25th January
K-Books
Monday 26th January
Nimbus Space
Tuesday 27th January
The Online Novel
Wednesday 28th January
Nyx Book Reviews
Thursday 29th January
Winged Reviews
Friday 30th January
Kirstyes
Saturday 31st January
The Book Moo
Sunday 1st February
Bookish Outsider
Monday 2nd February
Pewter Wolf
Excerpt
The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf
Not only was there no name stencilled on the window of Hobson’s office door, it didn’t even have a window. Angelina was disappointed — what kind of crappy detective doesn’t have an office name stencil window?
Instead, it was a solid beige fire door. The only thing marking it out from the beige corridor was the change in texture from beige plaster to beige wood. Same old London office in a boring building. Clearly all her effort to dress interesting had been silly. The black floaty layers and purple tights looked ridiculous against all the nothingness.
Too late to change though, she was already five minutes late. She knocked on the hollow, cheap-sounding door, with the firmness of an adult, rather than a nervous sixteen-year-old. Or so she hoped.
“Yeah, come in,” said the hoarse yell from inside.
Angelina pushed the door open. Considering how long she’d spent staring at the tedious thing, it floated away easily.
The office behind was more interesting than the corridor, thankfully. Bright blue, two desks, a few filing cabinets. But no discarded whiskey bottles, nor a mattress round back where the detective slept.
“Good morning, Choi,” said a deep voice. The huge man behind the larger desk leapt up, revealing a pressed black suit and straight tie. Buttoned down to a fault, this guy could be a real veteran police detective, right up to the grey peppering his short dark hair.
And why was he calling her by surname?
“Good to meet you. I’m John Hobson, just Hobson is fine though.” And, when she didn’t immediately reply: “How are you? Good trip over?”
“Um, thanks, I’m fine, you too.” She forgot to punctuate any of that, blushing as soon as it finished.
“Good. Good. Well, welcome to our new work experience internship programme. I hope I’ll be able to show you something about the business in two weeks. As you can see, I’ve cleared a desk for you here.” He gestured at the smaller one in the room, with a wedge of papers recently shoved to one end.
“Looks nice,” she glanced down and nodded. “Lots of room.”
Another silence.
“So,” he was already standing up and hooking his jacket off the back of the chair, “I have to get moving for a lunch meeting, but I do have a job for you to get on with.”
Her ears pricked up, but expectations remained measured. She’d be filing all those papers away, wouldn’t she? Or running out to buy milk?
“I’ve noticed this social Twitter internet media thing seems to be taking off,” he said, gesturing widely at the computer on her desk, as if that explained everything, “could you create an account for me and get me some of those... followers?”
Angelina blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“Well, you know. I’ve just repainted my office, I want to be modern, and your lot seem to be familiar with this kind of thing.”
“My lot? What do you mean my lot?”
“No no no no no,” Hobson spun round, nearly whirling her across the room, “not Asians. Teenage girls.”
“Oh. Right.” Depressingly, she was relieved he’d even noticed she was Asian. “Well, sure. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks, Choi.” He shrugged his massive coat on, composure back in place. “Just a couple of hundred should do. Cheers, running late, back in an hour.”
With that, he waved and dashed out the door. And then popped his head back round. “Oh, could you also go to the shops and get some coffee? Ain’t much left.”
Angelina nodded, and kept her sigh inside until he’d definitely gone. This office was the size of a rich person’s cupboard.
Picking up the coffee took a few minutes. The hardest part was checking out his machine and working out what type to buy. Now she was an intern, Angelina knew she had to do these menial tasks, so swallowed her pride and went to Tesco.
Not long after, guzzling a pack of dirt-cheap cardboard crisps, she plonked herself down in front of her computer. She had a job to do, so resisted the urge to head straight for Facebook and complain about her negligent boss.
Instead she went on Twitter and got to work. She typed, she schmoozed, she strived, she read blog posts about Social Media Success, many of which made her angry. Finally, several tweets and retweets later, something clicked.
Shortly later, so did the door to their office, as Hobson returned. His lunch meeting ended at a reasonable time and left him completely sober; again, both reassuring and disappointing. When did she get to sniff corpses and snort whiskey, delve deep into the underworld?
Instead, she had a presentable, clean shaven, punctual detective without a visible drinking problem. Should’ve been more specific on the form.
“So Choi,” Hobson said, his jacket flopping back over the chair, “am I... trending yet?”
He pronounced trending like it was the name of an alien planet.
“Um, sort of,” she said.
“Sort of?”
“Well, you’ve got 353 followers...” Angelina broke off mid-stream as a rectangular email notification popped up. “Well, 354 now. But I had to say some stuff to get them.”
Hobson fiddled with his own computer, not paying much attention. “Yeah? What kind of stuff?”
“I tried just creating an account and following people, engaging with other detectives, but it wasn’t working much,” she could hear herself talking faster in response to his blank stares, “so I found an interesting murder case and said that if you got enough followers, you’d totally solve it for free.”
And it sounded like a better idea at the time, she added silently, rolling her chair away from Hobson as his face turned red and he stood up, tie flapping wild. It was hard not to be scared when a man bigger than the room he was sitting in started yelling at you.
“You did what?” At least he’d noticed her. “Do you have you any idea how shitty that is? What if the press find out? What if the victim’s family find out? How do you know I even can solve it? How am I meant to pay my rent?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I wanted to get it right and I just...” Angelina inhaled deep and snorted by accident. “I may have said something else too.”
“Oh God.”
“Yeah. If we get up to 400 followers, you have to fight a wolf.”
The email indicator leapt up again. Only forty-five to go.
Instead, it was a solid beige fire door. The only thing marking it out from the beige corridor was the change in texture from beige plaster to beige wood. Same old London office in a boring building. Clearly all her effort to dress interesting had been silly. The black floaty layers and purple tights looked ridiculous against all the nothingness.
Too late to change though, she was already five minutes late. She knocked on the hollow, cheap-sounding door, with the firmness of an adult, rather than a nervous sixteen-year-old. Or so she hoped.
“Yeah, come in,” said the hoarse yell from inside.
Angelina pushed the door open. Considering how long she’d spent staring at the tedious thing, it floated away easily.
The office behind was more interesting than the corridor, thankfully. Bright blue, two desks, a few filing cabinets. But no discarded whiskey bottles, nor a mattress round back where the detective slept.
“Good morning, Choi,” said a deep voice. The huge man behind the larger desk leapt up, revealing a pressed black suit and straight tie. Buttoned down to a fault, this guy could be a real veteran police detective, right up to the grey peppering his short dark hair.
And why was he calling her by surname?
“Good to meet you. I’m John Hobson, just Hobson is fine though.” And, when she didn’t immediately reply: “How are you? Good trip over?”
“Um, thanks, I’m fine, you too.” She forgot to punctuate any of that, blushing as soon as it finished.
“Good. Good. Well, welcome to our new work experience internship programme. I hope I’ll be able to show you something about the business in two weeks. As you can see, I’ve cleared a desk for you here.” He gestured at the smaller one in the room, with a wedge of papers recently shoved to one end.
“Looks nice,” she glanced down and nodded. “Lots of room.”
Another silence.
“So,” he was already standing up and hooking his jacket off the back of the chair, “I have to get moving for a lunch meeting, but I do have a job for you to get on with.”
Her ears pricked up, but expectations remained measured. She’d be filing all those papers away, wouldn’t she? Or running out to buy milk?
“I’ve noticed this social Twitter internet media thing seems to be taking off,” he said, gesturing widely at the computer on her desk, as if that explained everything, “could you create an account for me and get me some of those... followers?”
Angelina blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“Well, you know. I’ve just repainted my office, I want to be modern, and your lot seem to be familiar with this kind of thing.”
“My lot? What do you mean my lot?”
“No no no no no,” Hobson spun round, nearly whirling her across the room, “not Asians. Teenage girls.”
“Oh. Right.” Depressingly, she was relieved he’d even noticed she was Asian. “Well, sure. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks, Choi.” He shrugged his massive coat on, composure back in place. “Just a couple of hundred should do. Cheers, running late, back in an hour.”
With that, he waved and dashed out the door. And then popped his head back round. “Oh, could you also go to the shops and get some coffee? Ain’t much left.”
Angelina nodded, and kept her sigh inside until he’d definitely gone. This office was the size of a rich person’s cupboard.
*****
Picking up the coffee took a few minutes. The hardest part was checking out his machine and working out what type to buy. Now she was an intern, Angelina knew she had to do these menial tasks, so swallowed her pride and went to Tesco.
Not long after, guzzling a pack of dirt-cheap cardboard crisps, she plonked herself down in front of her computer. She had a job to do, so resisted the urge to head straight for Facebook and complain about her negligent boss.
Instead she went on Twitter and got to work. She typed, she schmoozed, she strived, she read blog posts about Social Media Success, many of which made her angry. Finally, several tweets and retweets later, something clicked.
Shortly later, so did the door to their office, as Hobson returned. His lunch meeting ended at a reasonable time and left him completely sober; again, both reassuring and disappointing. When did she get to sniff corpses and snort whiskey, delve deep into the underworld?
Instead, she had a presentable, clean shaven, punctual detective without a visible drinking problem. Should’ve been more specific on the form.
“So Choi,” Hobson said, his jacket flopping back over the chair, “am I... trending yet?”
He pronounced trending like it was the name of an alien planet.
“Um, sort of,” she said.
“Sort of?”
“Well, you’ve got 353 followers...” Angelina broke off mid-stream as a rectangular email notification popped up. “Well, 354 now. But I had to say some stuff to get them.”
Hobson fiddled with his own computer, not paying much attention. “Yeah? What kind of stuff?”
“I tried just creating an account and following people, engaging with other detectives, but it wasn’t working much,” she could hear herself talking faster in response to his blank stares, “so I found an interesting murder case and said that if you got enough followers, you’d totally solve it for free.”
And it sounded like a better idea at the time, she added silently, rolling her chair away from Hobson as his face turned red and he stood up, tie flapping wild. It was hard not to be scared when a man bigger than the room he was sitting in started yelling at you.
“You did what?” At least he’d noticed her. “Do you have you any idea how shitty that is? What if the press find out? What if the victim’s family find out? How do you know I even can solve it? How am I meant to pay my rent?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I wanted to get it right and I just...” Angelina inhaled deep and snorted by accident. “I may have said something else too.”
“Oh God.”
“Yeah. If we get up to 400 followers, you have to fight a wolf.”
The email indicator leapt up again. Only forty-five to go.
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