So, I am very happy to announce the publication of my latest novel, 84 On the Floor. It is currently available on Amazon as a Kindle Ebook and also in hardcover. I'm still working on the paperback; but since the hard and soft are the same price (that's what he said!) it's a Win-Win! And so affordable.
You can also find my first novel, 83 In the Shade on Amazon and other places in various formats as well as my screenplay HEARTFIGHT; which is also available in ebook and softcover. It's reading fun for everyone! Well, most everyone. They all contain material for "Mature Audiences"; so I would rate them mostly...oh...let's say..."R" to be on the safe side. Please see a sample of "84" below and links to the other work.
From 84 On the Floor:
When the waiter left, I turned excitedly to my table-mates. “The Flaming Volcano is the drink the B-52’s ordered the night they formed the band! They didn’t even have a name yet!”
“You and that band,” Cheryl laughed. “Geeks of a feather…”
“They’re awesome.” I stated.
“Flash in the pan,” she replied, looking up again from the drink menu. “You know it says here the Flaming Volcano serves ‘six’— “
Before I could respond, Mrs. Lee, who looked exactly like the last time I’d seen her, came up to the table. She was wearing a coral colored, matching skirt-suit and a string of pearls. Her hair was styled in a bouffant. She looked sort of like the first lady of some island nation. She immediately recognized me. I made introductions all around and then she spoke.
“Oh, you look just the same,” she said, “only bigger. How’s your mother?”
“She’s good,” I said, “how’s Mr. Lee?”
“Oh, he passed away three years ago.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, glancing at my friends who were all suddenly looking down at their menus.
“Thank you,” she replied, running her fingers over her necklace, “but it’s all for the best. He was in a lot of pain. He fell into one of the fish tanks and got bitten. It never healed right. It was a relief.” Now everyone was glancing at the aquariums, pondering, no doubt, which aquatic creature may have been the culprit.
“That’s…good,” I said, and then immediately and with absolutely no finesse, changed the subject. “Say Mrs. Lee,” as I tapped on the glass, “is it true you used to have animals in here?”
“When we first opened in nineteen-fifty-nine. Mr. Lee had a monkey in there, but it would throw its doo-doos at the glass.”
“Oh…”
“But we didn’t have to worry about that for long because the snake took care of it.”
“Oh?”
“It ate the monkey.” And again, before I could respond, Mrs. Lee was called away to the telephone. “Nice to see you Michael,” she said, as she too receded into the gloaming
Cheryl peered through the glass. “What kind of madhouse is this?”
You can also find my first novel, 83 In the Shade on Amazon and other places in various formats as well as my screenplay HEARTFIGHT; which is also available in ebook and softcover. It's reading fun for everyone! Well, most everyone. They all contain material for "Mature Audiences"; so I would rate them mostly...oh...let's say..."R" to be on the safe side. Please see a sample of "84" below and links to the other work.
From 84 On the Floor:
When the waiter left, I turned excitedly to my table-mates. “The Flaming Volcano is the drink the B-52’s ordered the night they formed the band! They didn’t even have a name yet!”
“You and that band,” Cheryl laughed. “Geeks of a feather…”
“They’re awesome.” I stated.
“Flash in the pan,” she replied, looking up again from the drink menu. “You know it says here the Flaming Volcano serves ‘six’— “
Before I could respond, Mrs. Lee, who looked exactly like the last time I’d seen her, came up to the table. She was wearing a coral colored, matching skirt-suit and a string of pearls. Her hair was styled in a bouffant. She looked sort of like the first lady of some island nation. She immediately recognized me. I made introductions all around and then she spoke.
“Oh, you look just the same,” she said, “only bigger. How’s your mother?”
“She’s good,” I said, “how’s Mr. Lee?”
“Oh, he passed away three years ago.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, glancing at my friends who were all suddenly looking down at their menus.
“Thank you,” she replied, running her fingers over her necklace, “but it’s all for the best. He was in a lot of pain. He fell into one of the fish tanks and got bitten. It never healed right. It was a relief.” Now everyone was glancing at the aquariums, pondering, no doubt, which aquatic creature may have been the culprit.
“That’s…good,” I said, and then immediately and with absolutely no finesse, changed the subject. “Say Mrs. Lee,” as I tapped on the glass, “is it true you used to have animals in here?”
“When we first opened in nineteen-fifty-nine. Mr. Lee had a monkey in there, but it would throw its doo-doos at the glass.”
“Oh…”
“But we didn’t have to worry about that for long because the snake took care of it.”
“Oh?”
“It ate the monkey.” And again, before I could respond, Mrs. Lee was called away to the telephone. “Nice to see you Michael,” she said, as she too receded into the gloaming
Cheryl peered through the glass. “What kind of madhouse is this?”
Cover of first edition
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