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A Chance to Win a Signed Print Copy of Fool's Run - my upcoming thriller.
Fool's Run: A Si Reardon Novel
I know you've probably seen me talking about my new book here on Goodreads. It's always exciting to have something new in the pipeline, and it's also exciting to have some positive reviews coming in via ARCS. Crossroad Press/Gordian Knot sent out.
As the release of Fool's Run approaches, I'm happy to announce a giveaway leading up to the event.
Fool's Run Giveaway
The giveaway is underway through Nov. 22. You can enter to win one of three signed print copies.
A NetGalley ARC reviewer just gave it five stars saying: "I like this book because it's well written in a tough language, the pace is very good, there are twists and thrills, and it's fast and easy to read."
Here's a bit of the first chapter:
I wouldn’t have agreed to meet with the woman at all under normal circumstances, but my circumstances hadn’t been normal in quite a while. When she called on my new, disposable cell, I was wandering the French Quarter and wondering where my ex-wife had taken our daughter.
I’d just bought a bottle and was thinking I might employ someone to help drink it. I scanned the crowd for the right candidate.
My old friend Jerry Clement had just kept me in his waiting room at hour thumbing back issue of Security magazine before he decided I wasn’t going away. He finally had a 19-year-old receptionist show me into his office so he could tell me he was glad I was out, thought I’d got a raw deal in fact, but that he couldn’t have an ex-con working at a security firm. Not even on the cyber side. No crooks behind the firewall. The fact that my conviction had been overturned was a technicality he didn’t really want to debate. Didn’t change the headlines.
Jerry hadn’t been my first stop. I’d knocked on three doors, people I’d known on the force who now had business interests. Nobody wanted me. Not even standing guard outside a hotel room.
Until it rang, the cell I’d purchased to have a call back number was seeming like a waste of my limited cash. I answered, hoping someone had had a change of heart, decided I was at least worthy of following an errant husband and fished my resume out of the trash.
“Silas Reardon?”
A crisp, professional and efficient voice. A little deep but quite sultry.
“Yeah?”
“My name is Rose Cantor. I followed your case in the news.”
“Fame’s not all it looks like in the tabloids.”
“I thought we might talk.”
She had the number. She knew somebody. Somebody I’d talked to recently. She couldn’t be just a random groupie who’d fixated on a cop, but I couldn’t rule her out as a representative of one special interest group or another. I’d had letters from them when I’d been doing time, sitting and marking off calendar days in a protective unit in North Louisiana.
“What’s this about?” I asked.
“A possibility.”
I’d turned down various fringe group offers during the appeal. The offers hadn’t come with any big payouts. My new attorney, Clinton Laroque, hadn’t turned his meter off, but he had advised against aligning myself with anything high profile. Since the possibility of re-trial still rested in the prosecutor’s hands, that recommendation still held.
I said: “What’s the offer?”
“This would just be a conversation.”
The potential employee I’d been watching walked away on a tourist’s arm, getting lost in the crowd.
I said: “Why not?”
I know you've probably seen me talking about my new book here on Goodreads. It's always exciting to have something new in the pipeline, and it's also exciting to have some positive reviews coming in via ARCS. Crossroad Press/Gordian Knot sent out.
As the release of Fool's Run approaches, I'm happy to announce a giveaway leading up to the event.
Fool's Run Giveaway
The giveaway is underway through Nov. 22. You can enter to win one of three signed print copies.
A NetGalley ARC reviewer just gave it five stars saying: "I like this book because it's well written in a tough language, the pace is very good, there are twists and thrills, and it's fast and easy to read."
Here's a bit of the first chapter:
I wouldn’t have agreed to meet with the woman at all under normal circumstances, but my circumstances hadn’t been normal in quite a while. When she called on my new, disposable cell, I was wandering the French Quarter and wondering where my ex-wife had taken our daughter.
I’d just bought a bottle and was thinking I might employ someone to help drink it. I scanned the crowd for the right candidate.
My old friend Jerry Clement had just kept me in his waiting room at hour thumbing back issue of Security magazine before he decided I wasn’t going away. He finally had a 19-year-old receptionist show me into his office so he could tell me he was glad I was out, thought I’d got a raw deal in fact, but that he couldn’t have an ex-con working at a security firm. Not even on the cyber side. No crooks behind the firewall. The fact that my conviction had been overturned was a technicality he didn’t really want to debate. Didn’t change the headlines.
Jerry hadn’t been my first stop. I’d knocked on three doors, people I’d known on the force who now had business interests. Nobody wanted me. Not even standing guard outside a hotel room.
Until it rang, the cell I’d purchased to have a call back number was seeming like a waste of my limited cash. I answered, hoping someone had had a change of heart, decided I was at least worthy of following an errant husband and fished my resume out of the trash.
“Silas Reardon?”
A crisp, professional and efficient voice. A little deep but quite sultry.
“Yeah?”
“My name is Rose Cantor. I followed your case in the news.”
“Fame’s not all it looks like in the tabloids.”
“I thought we might talk.”
She had the number. She knew somebody. Somebody I’d talked to recently. She couldn’t be just a random groupie who’d fixated on a cop, but I couldn’t rule her out as a representative of one special interest group or another. I’d had letters from them when I’d been doing time, sitting and marking off calendar days in a protective unit in North Louisiana.
“What’s this about?” I asked.
“A possibility.”
I’d turned down various fringe group offers during the appeal. The offers hadn’t come with any big payouts. My new attorney, Clinton Laroque, hadn’t turned his meter off, but he had advised against aligning myself with anything high profile. Since the possibility of re-trial still rested in the prosecutor’s hands, that recommendation still held.
I said: “What’s the offer?”
“This would just be a conversation.”
The potential employee I’d been watching walked away on a tourist’s arm, getting lost in the crowd.
I said: “Why not?”
Release Day: Fool's Run is Here
It's release day for Fool's Run.
It's now available from your favorite online retailer including Kindle.
You can find it from a variety of retailers via this link:
https://books2read.com/foolsrun
