Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Honoring All Who Served

Veterans Day originated as “Armistice Day” on Nov. 11, 1919, the first anniversary of the end of World War I. Congress passed a resolution in 1926 for an annual observance, and Nov. 11 became a national holiday beginning in 1938. Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day–a common misunderstanding, according to the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs. Memorial Day (the fourth Monday in May) honors American service members who died in service to their country or as a result of injuries incurred during battle, while Veterans Day pays tribute to all American veterans–living or dead–but especially gives thanks to living veterans who served their country honorably during war or peacetime.*

  • In 1954, President Eisenhower officially changed the name of the holiday from Armistice Day to Veterans Day.
  • In 1968, the Uniform Holidays Bill was passed by Congress, which moved the celebration of Veterans Day to the fourth Monday in October. The law went into effect in 1971, but in 1975 President Ford returned Veterans Day to November 11, due to the important historical significance of the date.
  • Britain, France, Australia and Canada also commemorate the veterans of World Wars I and II on or near November 11th: Canada has Remembrance Day, while Britain has Remembrance Sunday (the second Sunday of November). In Europe, Britain and the Commonwealth countries it is common to observe two minutes of silence at 11 a.m. every November 11.


Sunday, November 9, 2014

New project - Prequel to the Kelli Storm Series

After posting Kelli's brief bio yesterday, I had an idea this morning of doing a prequel to book one. I attempted to contact Kelli and run the idea by her, but it seems that she turned her cell phone off and is not checking her messages. Either that or she is just ignoring me. Some thanks after writing four books for her. Cest' la vie. Anyway, I decided to make and executive decision and started working on it. It is as yet untitled, even though I have been playing around with a few, I just can't decide and there's really no rush anyway.

The book is going to start out with Kelli reporting to her first precinct after the academy. Now, for those who haven't read the first book, she started at the 9th Precinct in the East Village, though I don't believe I got into details on that. She is assigned to a Field Training Officer (FTO) who is a real hard ass, to a point. (There is a reason for that, and if you've ever been on the job, or know someone who is or was, then you'll understand.) Not to go into a lot of details, mainly because I'm still figuring things out, but this book will answer a lot of questions for those of you who have read the series. Oh, and it will also be a good standalone read too.

Keep checking back for updates. As of now, I am currently working on three active projects, so it will be a while before this one sees the light of day, though I'm hoping it won't be too long.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Kelli Storm's Biography - What you've always wanted to know but were afraid to ask

I finally convinced Kelli to let me release this, considering that the last book was published back in August, and that she and Eric are on hiatus. So, at long last, the much awaited and anticipated release of Kelli Storm's bio. Okay, it's not really a biography, but more of a synopsis of her life before the first book. What can I say, it's all she would give me, and I considered that anything was better than nothing. So, without further delay, here it is:

as authorized by Kelli Storm

Kelli Colleen Storm was born on June 24th, 1978 in Yonkers, New York, to Meara and Robert Storm. Kelli’s mother was born in Ireland and immigrated to the United States with her parents in 1965. She met Kelli’s father in 1975 and they were married in 1977. Kelli’s father joined the NYPD in 1972 and became a detective in 1978, shortly after Kelli was born. On August 15th, 1988, while walking to Sunday Mass, Robert Storm was shot and killed. Kelli, who was ten years old at the time, was walking beside him when he was gunned down.
At age twenty-two, after graduating college, Kelli joined the NYPD and began working her father’s case, despite department policy and the risk of being caught and losing her job. She married Kevin Watson, a Yonkers Police Officer, when she was twenty-three. The marriage only lasted three years, as Kelli began drinking and became abusive. After the divorce, Kelli continued drinking for another six months before seeking help and joining Alcoholics Anonymous. After the divorce, and before AA, she moved back in with her mother and took back her maiden name, not wanting to have any memories of a bad marriage.
With her new found sobriety, Kelli made Detective Third Grade at age twenty-eight, and three years later, was promoted to Detective Second Grade after making several felony arrest. She has been described by her fellow detectives as intelligent and tough, and yet she does on occasion show her sensitive side. She has the tenacity of a pit bull when it comes to a case, and will not let go until the case is solved and the bad guys are locked up.

I hope you found this informative, despite the brevity. Hopefully I can convince her to tell me more sometime, that is if she ever comes back from her extended vacation.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Thriller Thursday - Excerpt from The Riverwalk Murders A Cal Jessup Novel


This is from the killers point of view.


  She had come along so easily, almost too easily he thought, at least until he was sure that no one was following. This one was different from the others and he did not kill her right away. It felt odd to him at first, as he had never kept his victims alive for more than a few hours, and yet here he was standing next to her prone figure a full day later, and she was still breathing.
  It was also the first time he had used anything other than xylazine on his victims. The pentobarbital was something else new to him, and he worried that he had given her too much that first time, even though all the medical sites indicated one hundred to two hundred milligrams. When she had come around the first time and began to move, he hastily jammed the needle into her arm, forgetting to check the dosage. He watched her for an hour after the first injection, checking her pulse every few minutes. It would have ruined everything if she had died because of his mistake.
  He had also finally come to know what the new feeling was, and to his surprise it was not new at all, just different. It moved him in different ways than the urge did, and yet it was the urge, the other half that had been repressed for so long deep within his subconscious. The new half was much gentler than the old half, even though it still demanded a sacrifice, and he now had the perfect place to appease this new presence.
  After searching for several days, he had found an old abandoned house just south of the campus, away from prying eyes in the middle of a stand of oak trees, and yet close enough to his new hunting grounds. It was also the perfect place to keep this beauty and his future prizes. He would have to ensure his privacy, find the property owner and make a deal, or at the very worst, make the owner one of his new trophies.
  The girl moaned and he looked down at her, straight razor in his right hand. Her eyelids fluttered like delicate butterflies and his heart began to race. The other half told him that it was time. He lifted the razor and pressed it against the left side of her throat, just over the jugular. This would be its inauguration, its first blood.
  Her eyes opened and he gazed into them, drinking in her fear as he drew the blade across her delicate neck. As she began to choke on her own blood, his blood began to boil and his heart pounded in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. He lifted the blade and watched as the life ebbed from her body, flow over her shoulders and form a thick red pool beneath her head.
  He stood over her for several more minutes, mesmerized, and watched as the light went out of her eyes, and her heart beat its final beat. The other half was pleased, yet there was still work to do. He wiped the razor clean, folded it, placed it back into the bag and removed the bone shears. While he missed his evisceration scoop, a tool that had served him well, the other half did not want the eyes.
  The other half wanted a different trophy, a trophy that required this tool. He walked around the table, shears in hand, and began his task. It wasn’t as easy as slicing off an eyelid, or scooping out his prize, and yet it was what the other half told him to do. The shears were up to the job and made short work of the bone in her left ring finger. With a final snap, he lifted his trophy up and shuddered in excitement.
  There was one more thing to do before he could clean up, one more trophy to take, and then he could dispose of her. He had taken a similar trophy from his last victim, a trophy the new feeling had told him to take, before he knew its name. He reached back into his bag and removed a pair of scissors, another new addition to his tools. Her hair was soft to the touch and for a moment he almost regretted taking her life, but that quickly passed as he snipped a lock of her silky golden hair.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

FEATURE POST - Contra File by Dale Dye

This week I'm featuring the latest book by Captain Dale Dye, (USMC Retired). Along with being the author of several books, Dale founded Warriors Inc., a California company that specializes in training actors for realistic military portrayals, for movies of the war genre. You may have also seen Dale in several movies and television shows including Platoon, Saving Private Ryan and Band of Brothers, and several others.

Contra File-  Book 5 of the Shake Davis series (Publication Date - October 28, 2014) Pre-Order

Marine Gunner Shake Davis, his best buddy Mike, and their families are in a semi-tropical paradise fishing and soaking up the sun. The vacation in Belize is apparently a freebie, a relaxing interlude funded by persons unknown. And it provides a chance to reunite with some friends from the Middle East who have been reassigned to Central American missions. Of course, nothing in Shake’s life is ever as simple as it seems—and before long they are shanghai’ed into another high-stakes intrigue. This time it involves gang-bangers running drugs by land and sea through covert pipelines into Mexico and eventually into the U.S. As they investigate, operating under cover for the mysterious man who calls himself Bayer, they slog through the jungle with Gurkha troops, operate at sea against dopers using submersibles, and discover the tragedy of human-trafficking that runs rampant in parts of Central America.

Be sure to check out his other books on Amazon and at Warriors Inc. Publishing Group.

Also stop by his blog, You just don't get it.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

FEATURE POST - Devil's Nightmare and Premonitions by Robert "Sharky" Pruneda - Halloween Blog Tour

Getting ready for the ghost and ghouls? Here's a couple of reads to get you into the spirit.

Devil’s Nightmare by Robert Pruneda is a chilling read, perfect for the Halloween season. If you are a fan of horror and suspense, you’ll want to check this one out. To hook you to the series, the first novel is only 99 cents on Kindle (and Kindle reading apps). For those who have been waiting for the sequel, Devil’s Nightmare: Premonitions is also now available worldwide. 

Devil’s Nightmare Promotional Trailer

Devil’s Nightmare (Book 1)

Detective Aaron Sanders’ abilities and fortitude are put to the test when he investigates a brutal double-homicide where a boy’s parents are found mutilated inside their home. The boy is the only witness to the crime and his clothes are stained with his parents’ blood. His clothes are also tainted with the blood of other victims from a separate and even more horrific crime scene at a nearby cemetery. All of the victims appear to have been killed in the same manner and the boy knows the true identity of the evil responsible for the multiple deaths, but he is unwilling to talk. No one would believe him. A threat on the boy’s life and a disturbing nightmare causes Detective Sanders to question his beliefs and his own sanity. This investigation ultimately leads Sanders in a fight to save himself and the life of an orphaned boy from an unimaginable evil that is spawned from the curse of the Devil’s Nightmare.

** Available on Amazon (US), Amazon (UK) and Barnes & Noble **

Devil’s Nightmare: Premonitions (Book 2)

Sequel to the Amazon bestselling horror Devil’s Nightmare, Robert Pruneda brings fans of the first novel another horrific thriller full of twists, chills, and a shocking conclusion. Two years have passed since Aaron Sanders retired from the Austin Police Department after what the media has called The Saint Hedwig Massacre. He moves his family out of the capital city to start a new life as a small town cop in Lost Maples, Texas, where the population count is updated more often than the murder rate. That bit of reputation is about to change when Aaron is once again caught in the middle of a mysterious investigation that has an eerie familiarity. This time, however, he is certain what is responsible for the violent deaths . . . Or is he? Evil knows no boundaries and it is up to Aaron to figure out how to protect the residents of his community, and his family, from becoming its next victims.

** Now available on Amazon (US), Amazon (UK) **
Paperback coming soon to Barnes & Noble.

Author bio:

Robert Pruneda is author of the Amazon Kindle best selling horror novel Devil's Nightmare and contemporary family sports drama series Victory Lane: The Chronicles. He lives in south Texas and has called the Lone Star State his home all of his life. Pruneda is also a classic car enthusiast and proud owner of a black 1981 Corvette that his friends call "The Bat Mobile." He is very active in social media and is an avid gamer who can often be found fighting side-by-side with his friends on his favorite first-person shooter . . . but he prefers survival horror.

Follow Robert Pruneda on Twitter and on Facebook. You can visit his website at SharkbaitWrites.com to follow his blog posts and stay current on upcoming novels.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Mercenary Road - Angola Dawn / New Work In Progress

Had an odd dream a few days ago, and while I normally forget my dreams within minutes after waking up, this one stuck with me. And so, I started on it and have a good bit so far. Told an author friend of mine, Patti Roberts, who also does book covers and the next day she sent me the cover below. No pressure, right?

The story is about a Vietnam vet who signs up to fight as a mercenary in the Angolan Civil War in 1975. Of course he thinks this will help him feel "right" again, help him to forget the way he was treated when he returned home, and it's a job that he knows and does well. He also hopes that it will help get rid of the demons still running around in his head.

Note: Patti is also the one who did the cover art for Eye of the Storm, the fourth Kelli Storm novel.

Here is the cover. (eBook and Paperback)

If you are an author and need a cover for your next project, I highly recommend Patti Roberts at Paradox Book Cover Designs.

Here is a short excerpt from Mercenary Road - Angola Dawn (revision)

WARNING: Explicit language


AUGUST 25, 1975

  Hector Sanchez shouted at him over the roar of the C-130 engines. “Hey, Roberts. You think we’re going to get into the shit pretty soon?”
  “Well I sure didn’t sign up to sit on my ass, Sanchez,” he said and turned to the Colonel. “What do you think, sir?”
  “I think both of you need to shut the fuck up and get off this fucking plane.”
  Dave looked back at Hector and shrugged as he readjusted his duffle bag. The sun was just rising and the heat was already stifling. It reminded him of the day he got off another C-130 at Tan Son Nhut Airbase. And yet it was different. For one, he was no longer a Sergeant in the U.S. Army; he was a mercenary fighting in someone else’s war, and this was definitely not South Vietnam. All he knew about his employers was that they called themselves the FNLA, the National Front for the Liberation of Angola. It didn’t really matter to him what they called themselves, as long as he got paid.
  Angola was six years and six thousand miles from the jungles of South Vietnam and yet it all seemed so familiar. As they walked to the waiting trucks, he thought about what had brought him here, other than his buddy Hector talking him in to it. He had done his share of killing during his three tours, and had seen hundreds of bodies, a lot of them from his own platoon. And yet he was here, knowing that it would only be more of the same.
  The Colonel slapped him on the back. “Get your head out of your ass, Roberts. On the fucking truck, now.”
  “Yes, sir,” he said, clearing the thoughts from his head. He tossed his duffle up to Hector and took the offered hand. “Where are we heading, sir?”
  “You’ll find out when we get there, Roberts,” he said as he headed for the front of the truck.
  Dave looked across at Hector and shook his head. “What’s his fucking problem?”
  “Don’t know, maybe he’s got a case of the crabs,” he said and laughed.
  Dave nodded and laughed. “Yeah, or maybe he’s just got his head stuck up his ass.”
  The sun was well above the horizon as the truck began to move and they were soon headed east, away from the city, leaving its paved streets for dusty roads. They rode for over an hour before they arrived at their camp. His ears perked up at the distinctive sound of AK-47 fire as they pulled off the main road and he looked at Hector.