The book tour for my award-winning title has been scheduled. Laura, the book promoter, has booked a total of 18 stops–three more stops than expected–so the tour will run between August 1st and August 19, 2016, with 17 scheduled reviews, 2 interviews, 6 guest posts, and and 1 giveaway posted across 13 blogs. For more info, visit CBB Book Promotions’ website. I hope to see you all there.
Forty-five minutes had passed and not a single call. Nights like this made Julian mad because, like everyone else, he relied on every penny. He wasn’t always a cab driver. He had come from a village with gravel roads, two-way streets and one working traffic light. A few job applications later, he was holding the keys to a company van with Coroner stickers on it. For eleven years, he had carried dead bodies.
A dog’s bark interrupted Julian’s thoughts. He opened the window and shivered. It seemed colder than expected for an early fall, and a layer of thin frost had already covered the ground.
The dispatcher’s voice boomed through the CB radio breaking the silence and startling Julian. “I need someone at 2117 David Drive.”
Julian reached for the microphone. “201. I am close.”
“10/4,” the dispatcher’s voice scratched through the line.
Julian turned onto the poorly illuminated one-way street when the dispatcher’s voice rumbled again. “201, David Drive canceled.”
“Sorry about that,” the dispatcher apologized.
Julian shook his head and made a turn for the main road.
A woman emerged from the cemetery and flagged the approaching cab. She seemed young – dark hair, immaculately dressed. Quite attractive from what Julian could tell. The whitest skin he had ever seen.
Probably one of those supermodels—doesn’t want to be seen in public.
“River Road, please,” she said settling into the passenger’s seat.
A foul smell entered the cab and Julian grimaced. “What number?” he asked throwing the car into gear.
She seemed puzzled. “What?”
“The number… on River Road?”
“Oh… um… I’ll show you,” she said then turned toward the window. Clearly she wasn’t interested in talking.
Julian opened his window to get rid of the familiar stench. Though he had been in close contact with dead bodies, he could never grow accustomed to the smell.
“I hope my window doesn’t bother you. Probably some dead animal that has drowned in the canal.”
The young woman nodded but remained silent.
“You can drop me over there,” she said pointing to an empty parking lot.
Julian cocked an eyebrow, knowing that the factory had closed a while ago. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she replied, searching for something in her purse. “I think I lost my wallet.” She pulled a ring off her finger. “Here, take my ring, and I’ll pay you tomorrow,” she said, holding out her ring.
“I-I can’t take your ring.”
She searched her purse again and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, she scribbled something. “Here is my address,” she said placing the ring on it and exiting the car before Julian could protest.
Is she ill? Julian wondered. What is she doing here in the middle of the night? ***
In the morning, he pulled in front of a house, proceeded down the narrow walkway and knocked on the door. A young man still in his pajamas, answered.
“Hi, may I help you?” he asked.
“Um…” Julian realized that he didn’t know the woman’s name. “I am looking for a young lady—”
“Sorry, you have the wrong address.”
“Is this 2117 David Drive?” A jolt of anger struck Julian when he realized that this was the same address that had canceled his order the night before.
“Yup, but I live alone.”
“The woman… Um… I am a cab driver—” Julian stuttered.
“Look, man, I’m tired.” The young man turned to go back inside.
“No. Wait. I gave a ride to a woman, but she couldn’t pay so she insisted that I take her ring and return it today.” Julian revealed the ring.
The young man looked at the ring in Julian’s palm and took a quick step back. His face became white and the next time he spoke his voice seemed obstructed.
“W-where did you get that?”
“I told you—”
“That’s impossible,” he interrupted. “That’s my wife’s!”
“Look. I didn’t mean to—”
The man paced back and forth. “Jody died a year ago.”
“Say what?” Julian could swear his hearing played tricks on him.
“Jody died in that stupid factory.”
“Man, stop playing with me. I just want my money.” The words crawling upward from the depth of his throat sounded more like a growl.
“I am not… playing! I swear.”
Instantly, Julian felt sick. A buzzing sound vibrated in his ears. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The world shook and then went deathly still as he crumpled forward.
Resilience has hit Amazon’s top 100 bestseller list. Thank you to all my readers who made this happen. I love you all.
When a thirteen-year-old boy arrives at his grandparents’ home for his summer vacation, his sleep is soon haunted by strange, unexplained dreams. But it all becomes clear when his grandmother reveals a family secret about a pact.
Despite not being an avid reader of this genre, The Selkie Pact proved to be an intriguing and clearly thought-out tale for young and old alike.
The author has combined a thoughtfully portrayed story with a mysterious background theme.
Her main characters are well-drawn, and complement each other whilst combining to produce a plot of surprising complexity. If you are a fan of mythology then this book is right up your alley! Enjoy!
This book was recommended by a friend and now I know why.
Touching The Wire is a true psychological drama, mystery, and romance, all in one. It is without a doubt one of the best fictional books in this genre – well researched, stimulating and engaging.
The characters are all but jumping off the pages, complete with flaws and capabilities we expect we find real people.
The dialogue feels real, with some occasional translation, but this doesn’t distract the reader.
The plot is well researched, some scenes are graphic, but it is done extremely well.
It starts in a death camp in 1940’s Poland and the story jumps back and forth between an old man’s post war memories and his devastating firsthand experiences within the Jewish concentration camps of World War Two.
The author sets up part two of the book by using the old man’s flashbacks while crafting several woodcarvings in preparation for his post-death recovery.
Part two of the book is set in present-day England when the old man’s adult granddaughter stumbles across one of his carvings, and she becomes determined to find the rest and to understand their combined meaning but in the process she uncovers shocking secrets about the gentle, loving, man whom she knew as her grandfather.
All and all, very well written book using Jewish Holocaust as its setting.
The author did an excellent job with this witty murder mystery. The plot is well thought, and the characters are well developed. Now I’m off to read her other books.