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Website: www.GuyMHarrison.com
Twitter: @GuyMHarrison
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Review Quotes:
"Agents of Change is action-packed and exciting. The plot escalates quickly and keeps a good pace to the end of the book. The love story is complicated and emotional, not just lust-driven and superficial." — Julia Peterson
"I love the narrator's voice that comes across, I mean, really love it. Additionally, there were some really great moments where I felt the author did a good job of upping the stakes." — Nikki McCormack
An amiable corporate manager by day and a fledgling matchmaker whenever he can get around to it, Calvin Newsome’s new dream job falls into his lap when he’s recruited by a secret worldwide organization whose agents use uncanny abilities to empower and influence everyday downtrodden individuals. Disaster strikes, however, when an elaborate scheme leaves Calvin as a prime murder suspect…and his new employer is presumably to blame.
With the authorities on his heels and his life left in ruin, Calvin uses his new powers to blend in until a journey for freedom becomes a quest for peace. As the agency’s rival organization threatens the security of all of earth’s inhabitants, Calvin teams up with unlikely allies and battles startling enemies hellbent on unleashing their power in a twisted version of justice, innocent lives be damned.
Bio: Guy Harrison is a Phoenix area-based author raised in Philadelphia. Once an aspiring sportscaster, Harrison has worked in media relations in higher education. He currently lives in Chandler, Arizona with his wife Lindsay and their two cats.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Kult by Shaun Jeffrey
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Authors Website:
http://www.shaunjeffrey.com/
People are predictable. That’s what makes them easy to kill.
Detective Chief Inspector Prosper Snow is in charge of an investigation into a serial killer called The Oracle who turns his victims into macabre works of art. But Prosper harbours a dark secret of his own. He and his old school friends were members of a group called The Kult who made a pact to dish out their own form of vengeance on bullies. Now a member of the group puts their friendship to the test when he makes a far darker request: that they murder someone that raped his wife.
To get away with murder, the friends decide to blame it on The Oracle, but events take a chilling turn when the instigator turns up dead, his body fashioned into a disturbing work of art. Now, one by one, the members of The Kult are being hunted down.
Just when Prosper thinks things can’t get any worse, his wife is kidnapped and he knows that if he goes to his colleagues for help, he risks his dark deeds being unearthed. If he doesn't, he risks losing all that he holds dear.
Bio:
Shaun Jeffrey was brought up in a house in a cemetery, so it was only natural for his prose to stray towards the dark side when he started writing. He has had three novels published, 'The Kult', 'Deadfall' and 'Evilution', and one collection of short stories, 'Voyeurs of Death'. Among his other writing credits are short stories published in Cemetery Dance, Surreal Magazine, Dark Discoveries and Shadowed Realms. The Kult was optioned for film by Gharial Productions and filming has now finished.
Excerpt
People are predictable. That’s what makes them easy to kill.
At least that’s what the Oracle hoped. He had studied and plotted Jane Numan’s routine over the weeks. Watched without her seeing, making note of every nuance, every step of her schedule until he had a complete diary of her movements, probably knowing more about her than she did about herself.
He crouched in the recessed doorway of the kebab shop opposite where she lived and gripped the handle of the knife in the sheath inside his jacket. His weapon of choice, he hoped the mere sight of the blade would instil terror in his prey, making it more personal, and putting him close enough that he could smell his quarry and see the fear in her eyes.
He looked at his watch; 6:29 a.m. and counting.
Any second now…
Like clockwork, the front door of what to anyone else would be a nondescript house opened and Jane walked out. The Oracle sank back into the shadows as he stared at the facial disfigurement that made it appear half her face was melting. Although only 23 years of age, she probably hadn’t had the easiest of lives, which made her all the more desirable as a victim as the more public sympathy his kill received, the more publicity he would generate, and as people were fond of saying, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, especially not for what he had planned.
The Oracle watched her check that the door was locked, pushing once, twice, then a third time, as she always did when she left the house. His pulse increased, a volcano waiting to erupt within his chest. He rubbed the sweat coated fingers of his free hand down his trousers. Everything was going according to schedule.
He knew that if he had broken into her flat to stage the attack, there was the potential to leave too much evidence that might be used to track him down, and he couldn’t have that. His motto was ‘leave no trace,’ which is why he planned to snatch her off the street.
Like many neighbourhoods clinging to the hub of British cities, the area Jane lived in was rundown, with discarded trash bags spewing their contents across the pavement – fodder for the rats and feral cats that prowled the streets once the sun went down. McDonald’s packaging and the remains of half eaten kebabs discarded by late night drunks littered the gutters, and the tang of rotten produce and sour piss permeated the air. Dirt and grime coated the walls of the buildings, many of which were boarded up and covered with graffiti, the culprits marking their territory like dogs.
Interview with Shaun Jeffrey
What will readers like about your book?
The book is a mix of horror, crime, mystery and thriller, so if anyone likes one of those genres, they should find something about it that they like. It’s also fast moving, which will keep the reader on the edge of their seat.
Why did you self publish?
The book was previously published, but the publisher went bankrupt. As the book was optioned for film (shooting has finished, and the trailer is online here) I wanted to get it back out there for people to be able to buy, so I self published it.
What is your writing process?
My writing process is very erratic. I write when I get the time and the inclination. I guess it’s just lucky that it’s not my fulltime job! For a novel, I write a very basic outline, but I only use it as a guideline as I like to be surprised by where the story leads, and if I’d plotted it all out, it would spoil the journey.
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
It usually takes me about six months to write an initial draft. It then takes me another six months or so to make it better.
What inspired you to write this particular story?
I wrote something that I would like to read myself. I wouldn’t like to spend ages writing about something that didn’t appeal to me personally.
People are predictable. That’s what makes them easy to kill.
Detective Chief Inspector Prosper Snow is in charge of an investigation into a serial killer called The Oracle who turns his victims into macabre works of art. But Prosper harbours a dark secret of his own. He and his old school friends were members of a group called The Kult who made a pact to dish out their own form of vengeance on bullies. Now a member of the group puts their friendship to the test when he makes a far darker request: that they murder someone that raped his wife.
To get away with murder, the friends decide to blame it on The Oracle, but events take a chilling turn when the instigator turns up dead, his body fashioned into a disturbing work of art. Now, one by one, the members of The Kult are being hunted down.
Just when Prosper thinks things can’t get any worse, his wife is kidnapped and he knows that if he goes to his colleagues for help, he risks his dark deeds being unearthed. If he doesn't, he risks losing all that he holds dear.
Bio:
Shaun Jeffrey was brought up in a house in a cemetery, so it was only natural for his prose to stray towards the dark side when he started writing. He has had three novels published, 'The Kult', 'Deadfall' and 'Evilution', and one collection of short stories, 'Voyeurs of Death'. Among his other writing credits are short stories published in Cemetery Dance, Surreal Magazine, Dark Discoveries and Shadowed Realms. The Kult was optioned for film by Gharial Productions and filming has now finished.
Excerpt
People are predictable. That’s what makes them easy to kill.
At least that’s what the Oracle hoped. He had studied and plotted Jane Numan’s routine over the weeks. Watched without her seeing, making note of every nuance, every step of her schedule until he had a complete diary of her movements, probably knowing more about her than she did about herself.
He crouched in the recessed doorway of the kebab shop opposite where she lived and gripped the handle of the knife in the sheath inside his jacket. His weapon of choice, he hoped the mere sight of the blade would instil terror in his prey, making it more personal, and putting him close enough that he could smell his quarry and see the fear in her eyes.
He looked at his watch; 6:29 a.m. and counting.
Any second now…
Like clockwork, the front door of what to anyone else would be a nondescript house opened and Jane walked out. The Oracle sank back into the shadows as he stared at the facial disfigurement that made it appear half her face was melting. Although only 23 years of age, she probably hadn’t had the easiest of lives, which made her all the more desirable as a victim as the more public sympathy his kill received, the more publicity he would generate, and as people were fond of saying, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, especially not for what he had planned.
The Oracle watched her check that the door was locked, pushing once, twice, then a third time, as she always did when she left the house. His pulse increased, a volcano waiting to erupt within his chest. He rubbed the sweat coated fingers of his free hand down his trousers. Everything was going according to schedule.
He knew that if he had broken into her flat to stage the attack, there was the potential to leave too much evidence that might be used to track him down, and he couldn’t have that. His motto was ‘leave no trace,’ which is why he planned to snatch her off the street.
Like many neighbourhoods clinging to the hub of British cities, the area Jane lived in was rundown, with discarded trash bags spewing their contents across the pavement – fodder for the rats and feral cats that prowled the streets once the sun went down. McDonald’s packaging and the remains of half eaten kebabs discarded by late night drunks littered the gutters, and the tang of rotten produce and sour piss permeated the air. Dirt and grime coated the walls of the buildings, many of which were boarded up and covered with graffiti, the culprits marking their territory like dogs.
Interview with Shaun Jeffrey
What will readers like about your book?
The book is a mix of horror, crime, mystery and thriller, so if anyone likes one of those genres, they should find something about it that they like. It’s also fast moving, which will keep the reader on the edge of their seat.
Why did you self publish?
The book was previously published, but the publisher went bankrupt. As the book was optioned for film (shooting has finished, and the trailer is online here) I wanted to get it back out there for people to be able to buy, so I self published it.
What is your writing process?
My writing process is very erratic. I write when I get the time and the inclination. I guess it’s just lucky that it’s not my fulltime job! For a novel, I write a very basic outline, but I only use it as a guideline as I like to be surprised by where the story leads, and if I’d plotted it all out, it would spoil the journey.
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
It usually takes me about six months to write an initial draft. It then takes me another six months or so to make it better.
What inspired you to write this particular story?
I wrote something that I would like to read myself. I wouldn’t like to spend ages writing about something that didn’t appeal to me personally.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Sugar & Spice: the controversial psycho-sexual thriller (American edition) by Saffina Desforges
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Bio:
Saffina Desforges is the UK writing team that have swept the UK Kindle charts and sold 75,000 copies of their debut novel since January!! Check out the website for more details
Excerpt
Why did you self publish?
What is your writing process?
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
What inspired you to write this particular story?
Available from:
Waterstones
Smashwords
Tesco
B&N
Authors Website:
Authors Website:
www.saffinadesforges@gmx.com
Inspired by a news story of a man who begged a Judge to give him a longer sentence, because he knew he would harm another child if released without treatment, Sugar & Spice is meticulously researched, asking the questions society prefers not to have answered.
At once disquieting and challenging, Sugar & Spice is car-crash reading.
~
It's every parent's worst nightmare: A child fails to return home. As hours turn to days, all they can do is hope. Some children never come back...
Driven by the need to know why, a mother confronts the man accused of her daughter's murder, He presents a compelling defence, convincing Claire not only that he is innocent of harming her daughter, but that his previous convictions were not what they seemed.
Teaming up with a second-year psychology student and a fourteen year-old truant schoolboy, Sugar & Spice is the story of a mother's fight to bring one man's reign of terror to an end.
~
Be warned: In Sugar & Spice not all things are nice...
Inspired by a news story of a man who begged a Judge to give him a longer sentence, because he knew he would harm another child if released without treatment, Sugar & Spice is meticulously researched, asking the questions society prefers not to have answered.
At once disquieting and challenging, Sugar & Spice is car-crash reading.
~
It's every parent's worst nightmare: A child fails to return home. As hours turn to days, all they can do is hope. Some children never come back...
Driven by the need to know why, a mother confronts the man accused of her daughter's murder, He presents a compelling defence, convincing Claire not only that he is innocent of harming her daughter, but that his previous convictions were not what they seemed.
Teaming up with a second-year psychology student and a fourteen year-old truant schoolboy, Sugar & Spice is the story of a mother's fight to bring one man's reign of terror to an end.
~
Be warned: In Sugar & Spice not all things are nice...
Bio:
Saffina Desforges is the UK writing team that have swept the UK Kindle charts and sold 75,000 copies of their debut novel since January!! Check out the website for more details
Excerpt
“There’s no possibility it’s someone else?”
“We won’t have DNA confirmation before the morning, but no. The bicycle is Rebecca’s. The clothes are a match, too. It would be senseless to hope otherwise.”
Claire appeared in the far doorway as Matt ushered Pitman through. Her stooped posture, moist, black-ringed eyes and painfully visible collar bones told their story.
Pitman hesitated, unsure of an appropriate greeting.
Claire unwrapped bony arms from around herself , stretching out a trembling hand, nails bitten to the quick. “It’s okay, Inspector. I’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I won’t embarrass you.”
Pitman stumbled with his words. “We... we have a trained officer, a female officer, you would prefer…”
“What Claire wants most of all are answers, Dave, not a complete stranger offering well-meaning platitudes and stock responses.”
Pitman turned to Claire. “Even so... some people find that helps.”
She shook her head, struggling to keep control. She forced her question through a tight throat, stress-induced asthma heavy on her chest, inhaler to hand.
She whispered, “What did he do to her?”
“We won’t know for sure until the autopsy is complete, Claire.” Pitman paused, sensing she wanted more. “It looks like she was strangled.”
Matt put his hand out to Claire but she moved away.
“It’s okay, Matt.” She looked directly at Pitman, searching his eyes. “Did he... touch her?”
“We’re still waiting for...” he stopped himself. He owed it to Claire, to Matt, to cut the police talk. “In all probability, yes. The body had been stripped. We’ll know more in a few hours. I’m sorry.”
Claire’s legs finally buckled underneath her. She put a hand out to steady herself. “Can I see her?”
Pitman fingered the pipe in his pocket, desperate to light up. It was always more difficult with someone you knew, however brief the acquaintance. “Claire, the body… Rebecca... She had been in the water a long time… there’s nothing to see.”
Matt reached for Claire’s hand and gripped it hard. This time she didn’t fight.
Choking back a sob, she rested a head on his shoulder, tears cascading down her pale cheeks.
Matt asked, “What happens now?”
“We’ll do everything we can, Matt, you know that.”
He paused, turning to Claire. “One question I have to ask. I’m sorry. Did Rebecca ever varnish her nails?”
Claire looked confused, trying to focus on his face through her tears. “Her nails?”
“Claire, her fingernails were bright yellow. Varnished or painted. It wasn’t mentioned on the description when she went missing. Do you remember her painting her nails before she went out that evening?”
She shook her head, sniffing loudly, her voice wavering. “Rebecca never wore make-up of any sort. Never.”
“At a friend’s house, maybe?”
Claire looked up, a sudden, frantic hope in her eyes. “Inspector, are you sure it’s her? Could it be someone else?”
Pitman wanted, with every fibre of his being, to fuel her hope, but he extinguished it eternally with his next words.
“It’s Rebecca. I’m very sorry.”
Interview with Saffina Desforges
What will readers like about your book?
“We won’t have DNA confirmation before the morning, but no. The bicycle is Rebecca’s. The clothes are a match, too. It would be senseless to hope otherwise.”
Claire appeared in the far doorway as Matt ushered Pitman through. Her stooped posture, moist, black-ringed eyes and painfully visible collar bones told their story.
Pitman hesitated, unsure of an appropriate greeting.
Claire unwrapped bony arms from around herself , stretching out a trembling hand, nails bitten to the quick. “It’s okay, Inspector. I’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I won’t embarrass you.”
Pitman stumbled with his words. “We... we have a trained officer, a female officer, you would prefer…”
“What Claire wants most of all are answers, Dave, not a complete stranger offering well-meaning platitudes and stock responses.”
Pitman turned to Claire. “Even so... some people find that helps.”
She shook her head, struggling to keep control. She forced her question through a tight throat, stress-induced asthma heavy on her chest, inhaler to hand.
She whispered, “What did he do to her?”
“We won’t know for sure until the autopsy is complete, Claire.” Pitman paused, sensing she wanted more. “It looks like she was strangled.”
Matt put his hand out to Claire but she moved away.
“It’s okay, Matt.” She looked directly at Pitman, searching his eyes. “Did he... touch her?”
“We’re still waiting for...” he stopped himself. He owed it to Claire, to Matt, to cut the police talk. “In all probability, yes. The body had been stripped. We’ll know more in a few hours. I’m sorry.”
Claire’s legs finally buckled underneath her. She put a hand out to steady herself. “Can I see her?”
Pitman fingered the pipe in his pocket, desperate to light up. It was always more difficult with someone you knew, however brief the acquaintance. “Claire, the body… Rebecca... She had been in the water a long time… there’s nothing to see.”
Matt reached for Claire’s hand and gripped it hard. This time she didn’t fight.
Choking back a sob, she rested a head on his shoulder, tears cascading down her pale cheeks.
Matt asked, “What happens now?”
“We’ll do everything we can, Matt, you know that.”
He paused, turning to Claire. “One question I have to ask. I’m sorry. Did Rebecca ever varnish her nails?”
Claire looked confused, trying to focus on his face through her tears. “Her nails?”
“Claire, her fingernails were bright yellow. Varnished or painted. It wasn’t mentioned on the description when she went missing. Do you remember her painting her nails before she went out that evening?”
She shook her head, sniffing loudly, her voice wavering. “Rebecca never wore make-up of any sort. Never.”
“At a friend’s house, maybe?”
Claire looked up, a sudden, frantic hope in her eyes. “Inspector, are you sure it’s her? Could it be someone else?”
Pitman wanted, with every fibre of his being, to fuel her hope, but he extinguished it eternally with his next words.
“It’s Rebecca. I’m very sorry.”
Interview with Saffina Desforges
What will readers like about your book?
'Like' is the wrong word. There's nothing to like in S&S, be horrified by, captivated by, maybe - but not like. If you enjoy crime thrillers that challenge the norm, then this is for you.
Why did you self publish?
Solely due to the subject matter. Now we would have to seriously consider doing anything else.
What is your writing process?
Write by the seat of our pants and let the characters develop the story!
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
Usually (in total) around 6-8 weeks
What inspired you to write this particular story?
Robert Black a child murderer in the UK in the 90s
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Docks by VH Folland
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Authors Website:
www.vhfolland.com
www.vhfolland.com
Harry's in more trouble than he knows, and he knows he's in a lot.
His freedom depends on covering his tracks, and uncovering the truth before the police do. One person holds all the pieces. Unfortunately Harry killed him last night.
Murder, manslaughter or self-defence? When Harry agreed to a light spot of arson, he didn't know what was really planned. Then the bomb went off. Now he's confessed to burglary, could be on the hook for murder and is desperately trying to dodge a terrorism charge. On his side, a bunch of crooks and the solicitor he's dubbed Ms. Pitbull. Against him are his former accomplices, the police, and the inspector who sent him down for ten years.
Bio: VH Folland is a British author with a lifelong interest in aviation and engineering. On a school trip to Kew Gardens most of the class were looking at the plants, and one small child was staring up at the planes on Heathrow approach. A career spanning IT, media and engineering gave this interest plenty of time to grow. Along the way, an extra hour was found in the day for writing books.
Excerpt
His freedom depends on covering his tracks, and uncovering the truth before the police do. One person holds all the pieces. Unfortunately Harry killed him last night.
Murder, manslaughter or self-defence? When Harry agreed to a light spot of arson, he didn't know what was really planned. Then the bomb went off. Now he's confessed to burglary, could be on the hook for murder and is desperately trying to dodge a terrorism charge. On his side, a bunch of crooks and the solicitor he's dubbed Ms. Pitbull. Against him are his former accomplices, the police, and the inspector who sent him down for ten years.
Bio: VH Folland is a British author with a lifelong interest in aviation and engineering. On a school trip to Kew Gardens most of the class were looking at the plants, and one small child was staring up at the planes on Heathrow approach. A career spanning IT, media and engineering gave this interest plenty of time to grow. Along the way, an extra hour was found in the day for writing books.
Excerpt
Bob had told me we were going to sink the ship, but what he hadn't mentioned was that it wouldn't be empty when we did it. My jaw dropped in horror as I saw the arm, smashing out the cabin window, black against the flames behind it as it fumbled for the door handle on the outside to escape the inferno. Fumbled at the door that Bob had blocked.
"Good night's work, eh?" As he clapped me on the shoulder, I looked at him, wordless. "Hey, don't look like that. A few corpses always helps them think it was an accident."
"Bob, I — Insurance is one thing, but this —" I choked, staring out of the office window, down towards the ship. In front of me the hand was still reaching, the arm flailing, but more weakly. I could see the first tongues of flame licking down the sleeve.
"What?" He looked at me scornfully. "Don't go soft on me now. Remember, you're in this up to your neck." He turned his back to look at the ship and smiled. He was still smiling when the crowbar hit him, his skull shattering like an egg and he went down. To make sure, I hit him again and from the shape of his head I knew he wouldn't be getting up. He should have remembered what I'd done time for when he recruited me.
The boat was still burning, and I knew I had to get across there. I ran out of the dockers' office where we had met, metal burning my hands as I slid down the ladder towards the quayside. The explosives would scuttle her in ten minutes unless they could be removed, placed carefully to look like an explosion as the fuel tanks overheated. With the gangway removed — Bob had said to prevent casualties, now I knew he had lied — getting on board would be difficult. I swung myself onto one of the huge docking chains, pulling myself up. Slick, oil-soaked, the climb was difficult.
"Good night's work, eh?" As he clapped me on the shoulder, I looked at him, wordless. "Hey, don't look like that. A few corpses always helps them think it was an accident."
"Bob, I — Insurance is one thing, but this —" I choked, staring out of the office window, down towards the ship. In front of me the hand was still reaching, the arm flailing, but more weakly. I could see the first tongues of flame licking down the sleeve.
"What?" He looked at me scornfully. "Don't go soft on me now. Remember, you're in this up to your neck." He turned his back to look at the ship and smiled. He was still smiling when the crowbar hit him, his skull shattering like an egg and he went down. To make sure, I hit him again and from the shape of his head I knew he wouldn't be getting up. He should have remembered what I'd done time for when he recruited me.
The boat was still burning, and I knew I had to get across there. I ran out of the dockers' office where we had met, metal burning my hands as I slid down the ladder towards the quayside. The explosives would scuttle her in ten minutes unless they could be removed, placed carefully to look like an explosion as the fuel tanks overheated. With the gangway removed — Bob had said to prevent casualties, now I knew he had lied — getting on board would be difficult. I swung myself onto one of the huge docking chains, pulling myself up. Slick, oil-soaked, the climb was difficult.
Twice I slipped, saw my legs dangling over the dark gap between the ship and the quayside where the sea boiled and churned, and then I was against the side of the ship, the raised hull too far above to climb. Locking my legs around the chain I released my grip, fumbling for the grappling hook I had used to get on board earlier. One quick cast and it was over the side, hooked on something. I tugged it as hard as I dared and it moved. Slack pulled in in coils until suddenly the line caught and held. I couldn't see what it was caught on, but it held against my tugs, and carefully, reluctantly I put my weight on it, climbing up until I was standing on the chain. It held. No more delays.
Interview with VH Folland
What will readers like about your book?
Interview with VH Folland
What will readers like about your book?
Hopefully the detail. It's short, fast-paced and crams a lot in.
Why did you self publish?
Why did you self publish?
When I started trying to sell the story I was told there was no market for novellas, and that it was too short for a print book. I decided to release it as an e-book myself.
What is your writing process?
What is your writing process?
With The Docks? Get an idea, write it down, literally. Once I'd done the first draft I put it to one side and came back to it for a review. After that I had another editor check it.
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
The Docks took about two weeks. The rest was editing.
What inspired you to write this particular story?
What inspired you to write this particular story?
Someone was talking about "Show, don't tell" and I started thinking about the worst time to find out that someone hadn't actually told you everything. Then I thought about the worst possible person to lie to, and put the two in the same place. Everything else comes from the consequences of that snap decision.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Dead Game (Emily Stone Series #2) by Jennifer Chase
Kindle Price: $0.99
Available from:
Amazon US Kindle
Amazon US Paperback
Author's websites:
authorjenniferchase.com
2010 Thriller Bronze Award Winner from Reader’s Favorite!
Dead Game is a deftly crafted piece of writing. All I can say is that Jennifer Chase has an evil mind!” - Simon Barrett, Blogger News Network
“The tension, twists and turns in Dead Game are perfect! This thriller was truly a read through in one sitting” - G.A. Bixler, IP Book Reviewer
In her independent efforts to catch child killers, Emily Stone discovers the evidence that the cops can’t—or won’t—uncover. Now, this covert investigator is back on the hunt for the world’s most sick and twisted murderers. But even with help from ex-police detective Rick Lopez, this time she’s facing her most dangerous opponent yet.
The headlines in the San Jose Mercury News blare updates on a serial killer who seems able to slaughter with impunity. Men, women—it doesn’t matter; the victims serve only to satisfy a perverted need to kill. The killer watches the moment of death on multiple computer screens, over and over again. The only connection is that they’re all devotees of the latest video-game craze—a sophisticated brain-puzzler called EagleEye.
When the killer goes after Lopez’s law-enforcement mentor, Lopez and Stone decide to give the cops a little extra, unsolicited help. What follows takes them deep inside a shocking high-tech world, a kind of social-networking community for serial killers. But when they start getting too close to the truth, all hell’s going to break loose.
Now, Stone and Lopez become the killer’s next target as Stone must make a difficult decision to leave the ones she loves in an all-or-nothing effort for survival. Can they stay alive long enough to blow the whistle on this unlikely perpetrator?
Author's websites:
authorjenniferchase.com
2010 Thriller Bronze Award Winner from Reader’s Favorite!
Dead Game is a deftly crafted piece of writing. All I can say is that Jennifer Chase has an evil mind!” - Simon Barrett, Blogger News Network
“The tension, twists and turns in Dead Game are perfect! This thriller was truly a read through in one sitting” - G.A. Bixler, IP Book Reviewer
In her independent efforts to catch child killers, Emily Stone discovers the evidence that the cops can’t—or won’t—uncover. Now, this covert investigator is back on the hunt for the world’s most sick and twisted murderers. But even with help from ex-police detective Rick Lopez, this time she’s facing her most dangerous opponent yet.
The headlines in the San Jose Mercury News blare updates on a serial killer who seems able to slaughter with impunity. Men, women—it doesn’t matter; the victims serve only to satisfy a perverted need to kill. The killer watches the moment of death on multiple computer screens, over and over again. The only connection is that they’re all devotees of the latest video-game craze—a sophisticated brain-puzzler called EagleEye.
When the killer goes after Lopez’s law-enforcement mentor, Lopez and Stone decide to give the cops a little extra, unsolicited help. What follows takes them deep inside a shocking high-tech world, a kind of social-networking community for serial killers. But when they start getting too close to the truth, all hell’s going to break loose.
Now, Stone and Lopez become the killer’s next target as Stone must make a difficult decision to leave the ones she loves in an all-or-nothing effort for survival. Can they stay alive long enough to blow the whistle on this unlikely perpetrator?
Excerpt
Emily noticed Jordan hobbled as he took each odd stair. Even though he had one shoe, she knew that he was in pain, but he forged ahead without any complaints. The fourth floor stopped and they had to open the door to the hallway.
Jordan was the first to pass over the threshold and moved down the hall to find the closest exit. It was déjà vu all over again. The assassin couple barely rounded the corner of the hallway.
“How did they find us so quickly?” Jordan complained.
Emily looked up along the hallway. “The cameras. Someone must be watching us and calling the shots.”
Jordan grabbed Emily’s arm and steered her into a large conference room just as the glass exploded next to their heads. Emily took cover and steadied herself once again to fire back; she managed to squeeze off three rounds. They inched their way toward the large conference table and then behind a solid credenza to help protect them from any stray bullets.
Emily noticed Jordan hobbled as he took each odd stair. Even though he had one shoe, she knew that he was in pain, but he forged ahead without any complaints. The fourth floor stopped and they had to open the door to the hallway.
Jordan was the first to pass over the threshold and moved down the hall to find the closest exit. It was déjà vu all over again. The assassin couple barely rounded the corner of the hallway.
“How did they find us so quickly?” Jordan complained.
Emily looked up along the hallway. “The cameras. Someone must be watching us and calling the shots.”
Jordan grabbed Emily’s arm and steered her into a large conference room just as the glass exploded next to their heads. Emily took cover and steadied herself once again to fire back; she managed to squeeze off three rounds. They inched their way toward the large conference table and then behind a solid credenza to help protect them from any stray bullets.
Emily reported to Jordan. “I don’t have enough ammo to keep them off of us for very long.”
Jordan shimmied toward the window and looked out. He quickly ducked back down next to Emily as she fired another shot. A spray of bullets then pummeled back at them. Glass frames of inspirational quotes from artwork flew off the walls, pieces of furniture cracked and chipped leaving fragments flying into the air, and finally the large window that Jordan peeked out from shattered into a million pieces. It was deafening.
Emily yelled, “Jordan, any ideas?” She knew that it was probably over for her. A flood of images filtered through her mind of her life with Rick, and everything that led up to this standoff.
Jordan had a thought, his face lit up. “I have an idea.”
Emily fired another round. “Now would be a great time to tell me.”
Jordan pointed to the window. “There.”
Emily didn’t understand. She eased her way to the window and looked out. The wind blew through the room. She realized what Jordan thought they should do. “No way.”
“Why not? You afraid?”
“You’re nuts, you know that?”
“Yeah, but I do have a plan.” He forced his usual smile.
There was the elaborate water sculpture just outside the window that was four stories high and it was positioned perfectly to lead them out. The sculpture looked exactly like an amusement park water slide from their angle. It was possible that they could ride it down four stories.
About Jennifer Chase
Jennifer Chase holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master's degree in criminology. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is also an affiliate member of the International Association of Criminologists. She has authored three thriller novels (Compulsion, Dead Game, Silent Partner) and a screenwriting workbook (How to Write a Screenplay).
Interview with Jennifer Chase
What will readers like about your book?
I’ve always enjoyed reading the thriller genre, so when I decided to write my own novels I couldn’t think of a better type of story to write. I hope that readers who enjoy thriller and suspense novels will enjoy Dead Game. I’ve incorporated computer technology that we all use every day into a cat and mouse game with a serial killer. I strived to create a book that will keep readers on their toes, move at a fast pace, and of course has a few surprises along with way.
Why did you self publish?
I’m a type of person who thinks about things for a while, weighing my options, before I make a commitment. I decided to self publish because I created a crime fiction series and I wanted it to be available right away. I knew that promoting and marketing would be a challenge. By self-publishing, I’ve learned so much about the publishing world. I’m not saying that I would never go the traditional publishing route, but self-publishing seemed like the right option for me at this point.
What is your writing process?
I outline my book projects. I try to write 10 double spaced pages every day during the week. I spend a fair amount of time working on characters, plot and pacing, and research. I find that it helps me to see the entire story in a quick snapshot or roadmap that I can make changes if necessary. My completed outline resembles a choppy first draft. The wonderful aspect of outlining is that you don’t always have to stick to it perfectly, you can deviate or go down that winding dirt road to see where it brings you.
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
Generally, it takes about two months to complete a first draft. It also depends upon how much research, other work related duties, and what’s going on in my private life. I budget and plan my book projects ahead of time. I tend to keep a time buffer just in case something comes up in the mean time.
What inspired you to write this particular story?
Crime fiction, thrillers, and mysteries have been my favorite types of books since I was a young girl. I began developing my heroine character after I had a personal experience with a person who stalked and harassed me with death threats for more than two years. Everything turned out fine. It made me more aware of crime and I became interested in forensics and criminology. I went back to school to achieve my masters in criminology and then created my crime fiction series. Good things really do come out of bad situations.
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Monday, May 30, 2011
The Missionary By Eric Mayes
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After several tours in Vietnam, Lieutenant Jason Harper returns to San Francisco to face the hardest case of his career-chasing the infamous, “Hatchet Killer”. It is not a day that goes by that Detective Harper does not feel guilty about the untimely death of his wife. As he fills the position of his successor Chris Holmes, Jason Harper struggles to clean up the police department’s internal issues. Harper discovers that the blood trail runs much deeper then he thought. An old buddy, (David Heart also known as Tank) from the Marine Corps appears on the scene, just as the Hatchet Killer starts his clever killing spree. At the same time, he struggles to train a hot headed know it all rookie by the name of Dan Burger. There’s one question that still remains, can Detective Jason Harper catch his killer before he enjoys the sweet life of retirement.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Red Run by Rob Cornell
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What will you do to prove your son’s innocence? Will you sacrifice your own?
Red Run is a dark crime novel that explores a father’s efforts to protect his family from his own past.
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Any father’s worst nightmare.
A knock on the door in the middle of the night.
A police detective tells you your daughter’s been found beaten to death and left in the Red Run Drain.
When you go to tell your son, he’s missing.
Evidence links your son to the killing.
Any father’s worst nightmare.
A knock on the door in the middle of the night.
A police detective tells you your daughter’s been found beaten to death and left in the Red Run Drain.
When you go to tell your son, he’s missing.
Evidence links your son to the killing.
What will you do to prove your son’s innocence? Will you sacrifice your own?
Red Run is a dark crime novel that explores a father’s efforts to protect his family from his own past.
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Trophy Hunter - J. M. Zambrano
As the case unfolds, Diana and Jess, a flamboyant African-American beauty, cross paths with a group of hunters that includes the new client, his estranged son-in-law and three other long-time buddies who have more in common than hunting: their women are disappearing.
Unknown to Diana and Jess, a psychopath hides in plain sight within the band of hunters. For him, the thrill of big game has lost its savor. Now he collects beautiful women of diverse ethnicities who will never leave him. And he's learned how to keep them perfectly beautiful forever.
Unknown to Diana and Jess, a psychopath hides in plain sight within the band of hunters. For him, the thrill of big game has lost its savor. Now he collects beautiful women of diverse ethnicities who will never leave him. And he's learned how to keep them perfectly beautiful forever.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Remix - Lexi Revellian
Ric Kealey is the charismatic lead singer of über-successful band, The Voices in my Head – and he died three years ago. Caz Tallis restores rocking horses in her London studio. When Ric turns up, shabby and alive, on Caz’s roof terrace, she is reluctantly drawn into investigating the murder that led him to fake his own death.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
About Lawyers, Guns and Money
Andy Cole is a criminal lawyer in a small town who figures he's got life pretty well knocked. Oh, sure, he's got two ex-wives to support, and maybe he's a little too fond of good bourbon, but he's got a successful practice and considers himself one of the insiders, the movers and shakers. He knows and keeps all the town's secrets...or so he thinks. But when the local crime boss hires Andy to defend his brother on a murder charge, Andy begins to discover there's a lot he doesn't know about the town he grew up in. Discovering what he doesn't know might kill not only him, but the woman he loves.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Peril - Ruby Barnes
.'I balance on the precipice of life.
Friends and family have turned their backs on me and walked into the shadowland.
Police and thieves are shouting Jump, Ger. Do it.'
Police and thieves are shouting Jump, Ger. Do it.'
PERIL by Ruby Barnes is the story of Gerard Mayes. He's an anti-hero. Men want to be him, women want to convert him. Ger's story is fiction but his origins are real - everyday folk living and working in a Dublin city center wracked with organized begging, drug addicts and violent crime. It's not all leprechauns and shillelaghs in Ireland.
Ger is a slacker. A consumer. He thinks life owes him, takes what he can and goes with the flow. His take on life, like that of another famous slacker The Big Lebowski, is sometimes humorous but the story takes a noir turn when Ger kills a mugger and is held to account for it. All things move towards their end, of that you can be sure.
Ger is a slacker. A consumer. He thinks life owes him, takes what he can and goes with the flow. His take on life, like that of another famous slacker The Big Lebowski, is sometimes humorous but the story takes a noir turn when Ger kills a mugger and is held to account for it. All things move towards their end, of that you can be sure.
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