BOOKS WRITTEN BY AUSTIN MITCHELL

 

 

Books by Austin G. Mitchell,

 

Collection of Short Stories:,

 

Bring Back the Good Old Days(26,855 words),

Going to the Bushes to cut Firewood(28,170),

Waiting to Cross the Bridge(18,433),

Better Days are Coming(41,988),

Going Into the Hills to Teach(22,346),

I’m Back From the Hills Now(24,715),

The Worst is Over Now(27,690),

Taking a Short Cut Home(22,494),

 

 

Novels:

Undercover Soldier-Part One(51,695 words),

Undercover Soldier-Part Two(41,61),

Uptown Lovers-Book One(81,092),

Uptown Lovers-Book Two(85,620),

The Downtown Massive-Book One(56,505),

No Tears for Sonya(31,260),

Sleeping Love(30,581),

Hot Nights in the Hills(25,380),

The Money Found in the Canvass Bag(The Joe Coleman Gang)(19,175),

The Hardest Way Out of Love(41,966),

The Night Lovers(51,795),

Games Lovers Play (Love Games)(40,662),

Cheating Lovers (Love Cheats)(34,541),

Sleepless Nights in the Hills(36,726),

The Marge Vincent Story(38,402),

The Zenya Bernard Story(35,274),

Daytime Lovers(39,229),

Backwood Lovers(39,808),

Mid-Town Lovers(17,608),

Run Feddie, run(11,758),

My blog: stredwick.blogspot.com

 

My email: austin_mitchell_5@hothail.com

 

Austin G. Mitchell has written more than eighty short stories. He

has also written several plays, poems and novels. He had 

attended several writing workshops. Several of his short stories have been published in newspapers in Jamaica. He’s an avid reader of Western and Historical fiction. He also enjoys watching Western & Nollywood and Jamaican movies. He’s an accountant by profession.

 

 

 

 

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