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Delilah Samson

Delilah Samson by Billy McCoy.
Devon listless life bears no resemblance to the happy-go-lucky life he had expected--or the one he dreamed about---as a college student. Instead, his job is uninteresting, his clients are leaving him, his bills are piling up and he realizes he can't continue to afford his lifestyle. In the the face of such stagnation, however, Devon steadfastly courts Delilah, a dry cleaner owner, who he wants to invest in a business venture with him.
Over the course of several months, Devon struggles to persuade Delilah to invest with him. He soon realizes the necessity of increasing the pressure on her, but he accidentally kills her instead. At first, Devon flees the crime scene and eventually gets married, however slowly the guilt and fear of getting caught for the crime unravels his facade of normalcy. In fact, Devon is soon arrested for murder and loses everything.Delilah Samson

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Mocha Confidential

Mocha Confidential by Billy McCoy is a spellbinding generational saga that will sweep readers away--Leah's secret romance threatens to unravel her family. Leah finds herself cautiously navigating racial fault lines, but when her lover's comfortable life is suddenly disrupted, she can't cope and long festering grievances that have been simmering come to a boil.
Mocha Confidential captures the fractious dynamics of Jewish Leah and black Chris with precision and energy. The prose is both lyrical and piercing, yet remarkably human.

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Mocha Confidential

The Glass Orangerie, by Billy McCoy

“It was Damascus, junior! Peyton, you are selfish, arrogant, indifferent and---“
“Me, selfish? Hey, pal you woke me.”
“You drove your poor mother to her grave, look at what you did to Becky.”
“Hold on, now! Ouch, stop pinching my nose!”
“You think you are a nice guy, but you’re not Peyton. Take a moral inventory of yourself.”
“I gave $50 to the food shelf a couple years ago and volunteered at that women’s shelter back in June.”
“Because you wanted to impress Sarah, your motives were impure, Peyton,” This holier-than-everyone else shouted to me wagging his impure finger.
“You abuse alcohol, hate children, dislike those who don’t agree with you; you see other people as pawns to be moved when you choose. You humiliate people lie, rationalize, and even justify your wrongs instead of admitting them.”
“Do not!”
“How did you treat Adrienne?”
“She’s crazy!”
I was beginning to feel less secure in my stiff religious prejudices.
“Did I mention what a terrible listener you are, Peyton?”
“Not yet, I was waiting on that one!”
The Glass OrangerieBilly McCoy

excerpt from the Glass Orangerie, a novel

the Glass Orangerie, a novel.

I tried to be congenial and self-depreciating without being deeply personal, friendly without being formal, perfectly sociable without inviting them closer. They were not bad sisters, intelligent---and once I set aside their gaudy dress they seem to have sharp wits. The one sister in red spoke simply, clearly, unsentimental and even somewhat brilliantly. I confess that I could not understand how she could believe so childishly in virgin births, but the fact that her brain, of high voltage, otherwise highly efficient, may have holes in it surely wasn't surprising. All of us are in some way illogical, irrational and at times insane.

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The Glass OrangerieBilly McCoy

excerpt from The Glass Orangerie, a novel by Billy McCoy

Glass Orangerie, by Billy McCoy

“Fine, but would you like to buy those glass pots and pans; they are worth $400 and I’m sell them to you for only $150?”
“No thanks, just but a while ago you said that those pans cost $300!”
I was genuinely astonished by her soliciting me.
“Listen, you didn't understand, I paid $300 for them and they are worth $400 and I'll let you have them for $150.”
“I don’t need any pots or pans!”
“Well, buy those cookbooks?”
“What in the devils would I do with cookbooks, madam?”
“But listen, I will let you have the whole cookbook collection for $200, plus I will throw in those reader’s digests, you look like you read books.”
“I don’t want your reader’s digest, either.”
“I will let you have the pans, the cookbooks, the reader’s digest all for $500.”

“I have absolutely no use for glass pans, cookbooks and the reader’s digest,” I said rather firmly.
And almost instantly, her petulant face passed away and smile of joy instantaneously came over her
“My kids have robbed me blind, just the other day they someone emptied out my bank account!”
“I bet it was the casino,” I said under my breath, and walked out.

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The Glass OrangerieBilly McCoy

excerpt from The Glass Orangerie

There are several variety of memories of my late wife; one, which is created in my mind, with closed eyes, then I see Becky in vague outlines: tall and slim, two dark pearls for eyes and short dark hair; and the other which evokes instant reflection, with opened eyes, an absolute emotional replica of the warm feelings she brought to my cold barren heart. I was laden with many secrets, Becky helped me unburdened myself. I had many moments of despondency, and gave few people access to my private grief. It was a huge relief to have Becky, she bowed to her fate as my helper, the one who catered to all my emotional needs.

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The Glass Orangerie

The Glass Orangerie, a novel by Billy Mccoy

The Glass Orangerie
Hilarity and absurdity---along with mordant wit---abound in The Glass Orangerie, Billy McCoy's controversial novel, which tells the story of delusional Peyton Cresap’s devouring and doomed passion for online dating. The Glass Orangerie is also the story of a quintessentially alienated man colliding with a cheerful world which he cannot accept. A harrowing---though zany--- meditation on human frailties.
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The Glass Orangerie

excerpt from Strange Fruit

The very next day he went to file a formal complaint. But Stanger, the over-seer/chief of police and retired piano mover, old, stooped, runny nose, of average intelligence, of questionable competence, but otherwise Jason said that Pa’ Stanger knew his trade and who likely, at some point in his life, read two and half bad books, did not fear ghosts or goblins, held the unshakable belief that Obama was a dangerous Muslim and who felt his troupe of police were as outstanding as the pinkish knot on his forehead, shirked from his duty. The old rogue would not hear of complaints against his gang.
Strange Fruit

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Strange FruitBilly McCoy

Strange Fruit

The author of Mocha Confidential, Delilah Samson and Letters from Winnie delivers his most powerful and timeless novel to date: a captivating story about a brilliant young man with a turbulent past. Jason Ayers knows he has only one chance in life. Nearly twenty-four, the only thing he looks forward to is his job, paying off his student loans and marrying Ava Scharnhorst. As he and Ava grow closer, they discover that they aren't as different as their ages and race initially suggested. Over time Jason and Ava discover more parallels in their lives and the emotional barriers begin to crumble, except Jason is haunted by various encounters with the local police who try and pressure him into becoming a drug informant. Rich in details and epic in scope, Strange Fruit is a powerful novel of upheaval and resilience, of ambition, of unexpected love, and of small mistakes leading to disastrous consequences. Billy McCoyStrange Fruit

Strange Fruit

'The little boy was Jason. I remember his large eyes and small chocolate face; his eyes were like dark pearls. They were big and warm and full of light, like sun shine off a sparkling lake. His skin was smooth and in his cheeks he had a glow of rich, dark color'---Strange Fruit, by Billy McCoy.Billy McCoyStrange Fruit

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