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October 31, 2017
Giveaway Ends Today!
Goodreads giveaway ends today! If you receive a copy, reviews and ratings are much appreciated. Thank you for your interest!
October 27, 2017
The Beginning
There was never any trouble at the Tam O'Shanter, even on a rocking weekend night, even when one of the Tribe smacked a homer for a go-ahead run. Tim and Karen ran a tight joint, the perfect hideaway to lounge beneath faded posters of '70s rock bands and sip a cold one. So when Karen screamed from the seedy alley behind the bar, our little oasis was shattered. Tim bolted for the back door.
I rushed after him and squinted in the bright sunlight. Tim was cradling his wife in his arms. She stared at me vacantly, then broke away and retched. Huddled over the rough asphalt, in her thin T-shirt and faded jeans, Karen reminded me of a fragile little girl. The wastebasket she'd intended to empty lay near her, paper napkins and discarded receipts fluttering in the humid breeze. Tim waved a hand toward a Dumpster, its lid flung open, wedged tight against the crumbling brick wall. "Don't look."
But I did.
I rushed after him and squinted in the bright sunlight. Tim was cradling his wife in his arms. She stared at me vacantly, then broke away and retched. Huddled over the rough asphalt, in her thin T-shirt and faded jeans, Karen reminded me of a fragile little girl. The wastebasket she'd intended to empty lay near her, paper napkins and discarded receipts fluttering in the humid breeze. Tim waved a hand toward a Dumpster, its lid flung open, wedged tight against the crumbling brick wall. "Don't look."
But I did.
October 23, 2017
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October 18, 2017
New Giveaway Underway
A new Goodreads giveaway is underway. Here's a sneak peek at a passage which occurs after our protagonist, John, believes that a serial killer is on the prowl and worries about his secretary, Marilyn.
"Thanks. Have a good weekend, but watch yourself." An uncomfortable vision of Marilyn's severed head, her long, colorful earrings scattering the light, flashed through my mind.
"Don't worry. Flirting with a knife salesman is absolutely out of the question. Unless he's really, really cute."
"I should know better than to try and give you advice. See you Monday."
"Something to look forward to."
"I'll miss you, too. Seriously, though, be careful."
"I'll take that as an admission that you find me irreplaceable."
Marilyn put up a brave front, but I could sense that she was fearful, like anyone should be. She lived alone in a condominium in Bay Village, with no one to hold when there was an unexpected squeak of a floorboard in the dead of night."
"Thanks. Have a good weekend, but watch yourself." An uncomfortable vision of Marilyn's severed head, her long, colorful earrings scattering the light, flashed through my mind.
"Don't worry. Flirting with a knife salesman is absolutely out of the question. Unless he's really, really cute."
"I should know better than to try and give you advice. See you Monday."
"Something to look forward to."
"I'll miss you, too. Seriously, though, be careful."
"I'll take that as an admission that you find me irreplaceable."
Marilyn put up a brave front, but I could sense that she was fearful, like anyone should be. She lived alone in a condominium in Bay Village, with no one to hold when there was an unexpected squeak of a floorboard in the dead of night."
October 11, 2017
Thank you
The fourth giveaway went really well! Thank you for your reviews and ratings. They are much appreciated.
October 6, 2017
A Friday Excerpt... :)
The following passage appears after our protagonist, John, and his favorite bartender, Tim, stumble upon the remains of a human body and call the police:
"A couple of unnaturally serene cops soon strolled in, a tableau of belts and guns and badges. Tim filled them in, and the uniformed pair walked toward the back door to the alley, past the vintage Wurlitzer and the pool table wedged into an alcove beneath a hand-lettered sign that read No Gambling. The dark side of me wanted to follow them, to see if they might go off-script when they saw what someone had done to that body in the trash."
Current giveaway ends Monday, October 9.
"A couple of unnaturally serene cops soon strolled in, a tableau of belts and guns and badges. Tim filled them in, and the uniformed pair walked toward the back door to the alley, past the vintage Wurlitzer and the pool table wedged into an alcove beneath a hand-lettered sign that read No Gambling. The dark side of me wanted to follow them, to see if they might go off-script when they saw what someone had done to that body in the trash."
Current giveaway ends Monday, October 9.
September 29, 2017
Thank you!
Thank you for the requests, ratings, and reviews: Another excerpt:
"That's my boyo." He settled a bottle of Kessler's and two shot glasses on the table. "You been hangin' out with the East Siders; maybe you're used to a frosted mug."
The side of town somebody lives on--that says it all. The East Coast ends and the Midwest begins where the muddy Cuyahoga River splits Cleveland in half. Jack chuckled at his little joke and slid onto the wooden chair across from me. On the wall behind him, pictures of his extended family were tacked haphazardly, and a shiny gold cross crowded a washed-out photo of his late wife."
"That's my boyo." He settled a bottle of Kessler's and two shot glasses on the table. "You been hangin' out with the East Siders; maybe you're used to a frosted mug."
The side of town somebody lives on--that says it all. The East Coast ends and the Midwest begins where the muddy Cuyahoga River splits Cleveland in half. Jack chuckled at his little joke and slid onto the wooden chair across from me. On the wall behind him, pictures of his extended family were tacked haphazardly, and a shiny gold cross crowded a washed-out photo of his late wife."
September 25, 2017
A New Giveaway Begins Today!!
A new giveaway is underway! I truly appreciate the interest and, if you can, a rating or review.
Here’s an excerpt:
One photo of my father, handsome in a blue uniform, hung on the wall. Whenever Cathy said grace, my eyes would wander to that particular picture, and I would recall the games of catch, walleye fishing on the lake, our hikes through the Metroparks. We’d wander the trails there most Saturday mornings, just my dad and me. Afterward, he’d take me to Pete’s Hotdogs on Lorain, and we’d gorge on dogs stuffed into steamed buns and topped with local Stadium mustard and greasy fried onions. Those were the memories I’d try to focus on.
But I could never, ever block out the rest.
Here’s an excerpt:
One photo of my father, handsome in a blue uniform, hung on the wall. Whenever Cathy said grace, my eyes would wander to that particular picture, and I would recall the games of catch, walleye fishing on the lake, our hikes through the Metroparks. We’d wander the trails there most Saturday mornings, just my dad and me. Afterward, he’d take me to Pete’s Hotdogs on Lorain, and we’d gorge on dogs stuffed into steamed buns and topped with local Stadium mustard and greasy fried onions. Those were the memories I’d try to focus on.
But I could never, ever block out the rest.
September 18, 2017
Thank You!
Thank you for your interest in
The Company of Demons
! If you receive a copy and have the time, please consider rating or reviewing the book. I really appreciate feedback from the Goodreads community. Sneak peek below:
There was never any trouble at the Tam O’Shanter, even on a rocking weekend night, even when one of the Tribe smacked a homer for a go-ahead run. Tim and Karen ran a tight joint, the perfect hideaway to lounge beneath faded posters of ‘70s rock bands and sip a cold one. So when Karen screamed from the seedy alley behind the bar, our little oasis was shattered. Tim bolted for the back door.
There was never any trouble at the Tam O’Shanter, even on a rocking weekend night, even when one of the Tribe smacked a homer for a go-ahead run. Tim and Karen ran a tight joint, the perfect hideaway to lounge beneath faded posters of ‘70s rock bands and sip a cold one. So when Karen screamed from the seedy alley behind the bar, our little oasis was shattered. Tim bolted for the back door.
