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by Tara Lain
He'll marry the maid to get $50 million but a secret could queer the deal.
Taylor Fitzgerald needs a last-minute bride.
On the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, the billionaire’s son discovers that despite being gay, he must marry a woman before midnight or lose a fifty-million-dollar inheritance. So he hightails it to Las Vegas… where he meets the beautiful maid Ally May.
There’s just one rather significant problem: Ally is actually Alessandro Macias, son of a tough Brazilian hotel magnate. But if Ally keeps pretending to be a girl for a little while longer, is there a chance they might discover this marriage is tailor-made?
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About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her bestselling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
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(A Shelby Nichols Adventure Series #8)
by Colleen Helme
Itâs been almost a year since a near-fatal gunshot wound left Shelby Nichols with the ability to read minds. In that time sheâs faced one problem after another. Sheâs been shot at, framed for murder, and targeted by a serial killer, just to name a few. Now sheâs trying to help her lawyer husband win a murder trial that will enable him to become a partner in his law firm. Sounds easy, right? But nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to Shelby Nichols.
When special agent, Blake Beauchaine, shows up to collect a debt from Shelby, things get even more complicated, and Shelby is soon on her way to Paris. A routine meeting with a rogue agent reveals a sinister plot, putting Shelby into the cross-hairs of a known terrorist. Even worse, she doesnât speak French, so it seems her mind-reading abilities wonât help her this time.
Things go from bad to downright dangerous for Shelby, especially since her usual guardians, Uncle Joey, and his hit-man, Ramos, are back in the states. Lost and on her own in the streets of Paris, can Shelby escape the cold-blooded killer in time to stop his devious plans, or will this be the end of the line for Shelby Nichols?
The Shelby Nichols Adventure Series
About The Author
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Dead or alive. Good or evil. Hero or fugitive.
Valo needs a specific solution to a grave problem. The human Claimfold and prigon Torzsi draw apart. War is promised in the West. Worst of all, the magi of Nagyevo are meddling with the dead.
Perin is an apprentice Gravedigger: uneducated, unwanted, unsure. He may be the answer Valo needs, if he doesn't get killed before he works out what's going on. But of course there's the chance that fate hasn't called him after all. The gods are nameless and silent and the best laid plans have a way of going badly wrong.
Enter the spade and sorcery world of Valo.
Gravedigger subverts the expectations of that oldest of foes in fantasy, the dead that walk, in a fast-paced adventure through a world of culture, intrigue, magic and blood.
Michael-Israel Jarvis was born in Cambridge, brought up in Bishop's Stortford and moved to Great Yarmouth in his teens. He got his degree in Creative Writing at the University of Northampton and returned to Great Yarmouth with his wife, Katie.
Michael-Israel writes principally for Young Adults, which is what he intends to be until he's very, very old. Further explorations of the genres he prefers to write in throw up fantasy, adventure, coming of age stories and more. If possible, he prefers to write in a way that bends the distinction between different genres. Why shouldn't the superhero trope take place within a fantasy novel? And however serious a book is, shouldn't humour weave its way in?
Michael-Israel chose to go the route of Independent Publishing after observing the increase in sales of eBooks and a move towards indie expression in general culture. Creatives were achieving their goals and engaging their audiences through communities on Youtube, deviantArt and other online realms. While still having genuine respect for the traditional world of publishing, Michael-Israel made a calculated decision to join the revolution.
This freedom allows him to work with artists and other writers as and when he chooses. There is an open invitation for visual artists to depict images inspired by Gravedigger, in return for exposure of their own talents. Michael-Israel Jarvis does not believe in making it on his own.
I have a soft spot for fantasy stories, and this one was no exception. A believable world, engaging characters and a hero's journey complete with a mentoring guide, this book has them all. Jarvis also kept my attention with a fast pace, for the most part. I like the action to be fast and plentiful and this story is filled with heart-pumping fights. But this book also has depth and the main character, who though he may be a grave digger is certainly not inclined to create new business, given a choice, undertakes (pun intended, sorry) some soul-searching quests.
This is not high-fantasy with the hero tripping over dragons and elves. Javis has instead created a unique and fanciful world that seems the perfect setting for his unique protagonist, a grave digger apprentice turned hero who takes his master's wizened perceptions to heart and incorporates them into his life-altering, world-at-stake decisions. This is a keeper and the author's other and future works belong on your to-be-read pile. It didn't quite rate a full five stars because there were a few places the actions waned a bit too long for me, and there were a couple times I felt information was dumped in a pile that served to confuse and distract rather than inform.
Book Bling gives this 4 shining stars!
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The Tree of Life
Setup: Book 2 of the Illuminati series, had several completed chapters, but unforunately I lost the manuscript in a fluke computer charge cord electrical shock and consequent hard drive wipe. Not even the Geek squad could revive it. Needless to say I was pretty bummed out, but if you read my IWSG post you know my New Year's Resolution was to reignite my writing spirit. So I have begun with the below "mood" creating excerpt.
The night air undulated, drunken, soggy with tumbling vapors. Fog surged upward and then interspersed with heavier moisture it swirled around the base of crypts and crumbling statuary. Precipitation was slow but steady, forming rivulets on the bows of umbrellas held above stooped heads. It snaked down massive tree limbs, fed moss-covered stones and coaxed tears from guardian angels carved into marble walls that flanked the ancient family mausoleum.
Mourners disappeared into the dark interior, and two silhouettes separated themselves from the deeper shadows of an adjacent oak.
Refusing to be comforted, the small one pulled away from her brother's comforting arm and took a step toward the gravely pathway between the crowded sepulchers. Damp moss blocked her progress. Moved by increasing winds, tendrils swept the ground of the graveyard like a ghost trailing ragged skirts.
Ljluka Vargas, immortal prince and the cool-headed enforcer for the Vargas Dynasty, must go up against his most intriguing enemy, the mysterious Nalini. She intends to beat him to the secret archaeological site of The Book of Life which contains the genetic secrets of their ancient ancestors.
In order to escape the cruel domination of her family and gain freedom for her mother, Nalini assumes the role of assassin. In her rival, the sleek and deadly Luc, she finds a different kind of danger. She’s supposed to eliminate him, but that would foil destiny’s plan for them to be together.
It’s a race from power-hungry D.C. cabinet rooms through the secret realms of the Vatican, from cloud forests and desert sands to the caverns of the Underworld as mankind hangs in the balance. For whoever possesses the Book of Life has the potential to rule the world, offering or denying immortality to the human race.
Dane Cobain is a writer, poet and musician from a place you've probably never heard of, somewhere in England. When he's not writing books, he's reading and reviewing them on his book blog - SocialBookshelves.com - or working at his day job in social media marketing. Find him at:
When the Angels attack, there’s NO REST FOR THE WICKED.
Father Montgomery, an elderly priest with a secret past, begins to investigate after his parishioners come under attack, and with the help of Jones, a young businessman with an estranged child, Montgomery begins to track down the origin of the Angels.
The Angels are naked and androgynous. They speak in a dreadful harmony with no clear leader. These aren’t biblical cherubs tasked with the protection of the righteous – these are deadly creatures of light that have the power to completely eradicate.
When Jones himself is attacked, Father Montgomery knows he has to act fast. He speaks to the Angels and organises a final showdown where he’s asked to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Elizabeth: Hello. Thanks for being with us today.
Dane: Hey Elizabeth! Great to be here, and while we’re at it, thanks for stopping by my site as well! Let’s do this.
Elizabeth: The first thing I think your fans would like to know is what you’re currently working on.
Dane: Good question! I have three books coming out this year, and so I’m keeping pretty busy. All are written and in the editing stage, but it’s a question of prioritization. The first, a book of poetry called Eyes Like Lighthouses When the Boats Come Home, is currently in proofing and due out within the next couple of months, with the cover reveal scheduled for Friday 29th January. After that, Former.ly will be out – a sort of techno-thriller about a social networking start-up with a twist. Then, towards the end of the year, I’ll be releasing a non-fiction book called Social Paranoia, about how brands and consumers can stay safe in a connected world.
Elizabeth: I’m sure we’re all anxious to get our hands on that. How can we do that, and keep updated on your currently available musings or publications and future publications?
Dane: The best bet is probably to check out www.danecobain.com, or to follow me on Facebook and Twitter. Like most writers, I’m not exactly secretive when I have a new book out. If you follow me, you’ll know.
Elizabeth: Thank you. Now I would like to be more specific. Can you tell me your favorite character, and why they are your favorite?
Dane: It depends upon the book, but for No Rest for the Wicked it was Father Montgomery – he’s the father figure, quite literally, but he’s also human. In Former.ly, it’s probably Flick – again, because she has a hidden side to her personality.
Elizabeth: For those fans who are also writers, what advice can you give them for creating the most memorable stories?
Dane: Honestly, I’m still working on this – I think everyone is. I challenge you to read every Agatha Christie book and to remember each of the characters. I think getting a combination of quality and quantity is key – after that, you’re just hoping for a bit of luck, I guess.
Elizabeth: Since stories are about people, how can a writer create the most unforgettable characters, the ones you think about long after you put the book down?
Dane: I’m still working on this, too! I think that the very best characters just come alive, but sometimes it comes easier than others. Note my thoughts on Agatha Christie!
Elizabeth: Where do you get your story ideas? What inspires you?
Dane: They vary, really – that said, I’m usually inspired at a certain level by my own life, and the people that I know. The main idea behind No Rest for the Wicked came from a dream that I had, but Former.ly was more of a calculated effort to ‘write about what you know’. When I write poems, they just sort of fall out of my head.
Elizabeth: One final question. What is your writing process? What are the usual steps you go through when writing a new piece?
Dane: Tough one to answer, because it’s changing at the moment – to be honest, it depends upon what I’m writing. But right now, I’ve been making notes about new stories on my cigarette breaks at work, five minutes at a time here and there. The idea is to plan some out so that I have a bank of stories planned out and ready to go so that I can dip in and out of them as and when I finish projects, but it’ll take a good six months to get to that stage and I’m not even convinced that it’s going to work!
Elizabeth: Thank you so much. You have been very helpful to fellow writers and avid readers alike. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say it’s been a pleasure having you share your insights and work with us. Is there anything else you would like to share with us?
Dane: I think that’s about it, Elizabeth – thanks so much for having me! I run a book blog myself and so I really appreciate the support, as well as how much work you put into stuff like this – just formatting it takes forever! So thanks again for having me, and I hope you get a chance to check out No Rest for the Wicked!
She may be fifty, English, and a professional crone, but Sophronia Sheridan is not one to turn down a chance to help others, even when it goes against her better judgment. When she is faced with young witches and vampires who have fallen under a head vampire's power, she allows herself to become beholden to him in order to help the youth gain their freedom. Along the way, she realizes there is much more to the story--rival factions in the local undead community are growing restless with the current climate. Caught in a struggle for power and territory, she has to determine who to trust and what is worth fighting for.
This story had lots of fun elements for me. I liked the whole witch/vampire conflict. I also liked that at the oh-so-old age of 50 the main character is a professional "crone". That and a lot of other "British" elements, colloquialisms and language choices were especially amusing to me as an American. What I especially liked, however, was the no-nonsense, sometimes snarky but always amusing, attitude of the witty & feisty main character, Sophronia Sheridan.
Sophronia may be a powerful, confident crone, but the over-her-head plot line was believeable and entertaining. I like a fast-paced, multi-layered plot and this one story had one. I may have enjoyed a bit more spark and spank in the gender battle. After all, what story isn't better with a bit of romantic tension? Bones. Castle. Even Hollywood has figured that one out. Apparently they prefer Elementary across the pond... Still, a highly recommended read for those who like things that go bump in the night by the light of the moon.
Book Bling gives this Four Stars!
I live in Wallasey, Merseyside with my husband and two sons. I am a teacher of French and English and before this have had jobs nursing, working for Customs and Excise and various nannying/au pair jobs abroad. I have two novels published under the name Jacqueline Farrell as well as three published under the name Jacqueline Webb, one co-authored with Amanda Grange, all available on Kindle. I am not the Jacqueline Farrell who publishes books on embroidery, although I have got one and it is very good!
The writer in me loves this picture, so had to find a good home for it. My "Back From the Dead" blog seemed perfect!
And I am back, at least I am trying to be back. I was so "blown away" during October I didn't land on my feet until now. New year, new resolution, right? Yes. WRITE! that is.
My first publication has been undergoing "audio" translation, which means I've had to listen to and approve each chapter as it was completed by the voice actress. Personally, I love the soft Persian accent she uses for my novel, much of which takes place in Egypt, and whose immortal characters herald back to ancient Persian roots.
But even more importantly for me as a writer is the engagement that was renewed with my characters. Since this is a series, it really made my imagination fuel up. I even dreamed about the main character of book two, and got a great idea for a plot twist that is both timely and invigorating.
I actually can't wait to delve back into this novel. Here's to your New Year's writing resolutions!
Sample of audio follows. Let me know what you think!
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Could anything terrify you more than waking up to discover you had been buried alive? Edgar Allan Poe didn't think so. It is said that he had frequent nightmares about being buried alive. The Premature Burial is a story he wrote that demonstrates his fear. Poe's short story The Casque of Amontillado is about a murderer who buries someone alive he feels has wronged him. As in The Black Cat and The Tell-Tale Heart, Poe writes from the murderer's perspective, proving that fear is PORTABLE from one narrative to another.
A popular theme in the 19th century, many BOOKS contained premature burial themes. There's a good reason for this, many people were, quite literally, buried alive. Going to a doctor with the flu would get you leeches and heroin for cough. Heroin? Oh yes, and that does tend to make one, um, sleep. Remember, this was back in the days when leaning over a body and yelling wake up! was the only means of seeing if an unconscious person were alive. Safety coffins were all the rage at that time. They contained some sort of mechanism for would-be corpses to signal that were still alive. These often included bells, or some other signaling device. Of course, this wasn't fool-proof. They required someone to be in the cemetery listening for such a signal. These days the odds are less likely, though there are occasional reports of corpses waking up during autopsy....
Sabinne ‘Saber’ Darrieux’s father, the billionaire CEO of Frontenac Global Security has been kidnapped. His ransom is not cash in a numbered offshore account, or a briefcase of Bearer Bonds but something utterly unique, incredibly valuable, and until recently, hidden away from the world.
The kidnapper seems to know Saber very well, and knows that the next day, through her work as an elite translator she will be in the same location as the Object. She must steal the Object and deliver it to the kidnapper to ransom her father.
Adrian Steele, a British Intelligence agent has just come off of two harrowing missions. Upon returning to London for a well-earned rest, he learns that his friend and fellow agent, has been murdered in Moscow, but not before he made use of a unique Object as a mobile ‘drop site’ for the valuable intelligence he was carrying.
The drop site is traveling from Moscow to England. Steele insists on completing the mission to honor the death of his friend, Gerry Cornell.
At an ultra-chic quasi-diplomatic gathering in a mansion in Windsor, England, Saber and Steele meet and find themselves faced with a powerful, undeniable attraction. But at the moment, this compelling attraction is very inconvenient.
In reality they are at the mansion to check out the security arrangements — for their own reasons — to steal the Object, a Fabergé egg worth thirty million dollars. But who will get to the egg first?
Fabergé eggs are very famous for their unique surprises. Saber and Steele are about to be very surprised, indeed.
And when Saber clashes with Steele; more than sparks will explode!
He was more striking close up. The wire-framed glasses that had given him that bookish look were gone. As a matter of fact, at that precise moment there was nothing about him that was the least bit bookish. Now he looked more like a feral choirboy.
Saber lowered her eyes taken in by the seductive curve of his jaw, and his lips parted in an expression of amazement that drew her closer, hypnotically, begging to be covered with her own. She pulled herself back, reminding herself why she was there, what she must do. Leaving him to be found by the Sheikh's security men would be a pity, but she had a job to finish.
She knew her job, too, she was slick, professional. Her contribution to the family business was to test the security systems that were installed by Frontenac et Cie. She was always on-call to the "Uncles" between her translation assignments to do this testing. And she was very good at it. When caught in a tight spot, she was focused on the job at hand, holding back emotion, the fear of "capture" pushed away. Her focus was laser-like in intensity. She infiltrated the secured areas of high-security targets, grabbed the "package" then ex-filtrated as invisibly as a wisp of smoke. Reflection and reactions came after, as she wrote up her reports and advised the designers on flaws and vulnerabilities in their systems.
But all this slipped away as she felt the light touch of his hands, feeling their heat through thin black leather gloves. They slid very slowly up her thighs, coming to rest lightly and seductively around her waist. She stifled a gasp as she felt his hot fingers press into her, very much a lover's caress.
In scant seconds Saber's focus for the job at hand, the reason that she was there to begin with, melted away as she felt his hands tighten around her waist. Her grip on the gun weakened as a wave of heat suffused through her.
With a swiftness that took her breath away he closed the narrow gap between them. A hot flash of desire surged through her as his lips took possession of hers. Taking advantage of her surprise, he dashed the gun from her hand, sending it spinning away out of her reach. He flipped her over so she was now under him. Saber stared up at him wide-eyed, his lean, hard body on hers evoking a reaction from deep within her that was as intense as it was unexpected. Shocked, confused, she twisted her head away from his, but her eyes still kept a sidewise watch on him.
He bent in closer. Dark eyes flashed dangerously through the long shag of hair that fell over his face. Then, very, very slowly as though savoring every moment, he slid his gloved hand along her arm, around her shoulder, then up her pale exposed throat.
Steele's hand paused, feeling her pulse flutter wildly under his fingertips, before moving up to thread through her silky raven hair. His grip tightened and he turned her head to face him.
"Mmmm... I can do it, too," he breathed softly into her ear.
This story is best marketed as a romantic suspense, because the plot revolves around the conflict between Saber and Steele, who both need to acquire a Faberge' egg, but for different reasons. Saber needs it to ransom her missing father. Steele must find it to bring justice and honor to his murdered friend.
These two lives become entangled around a beautiful egg that holds an important secret and a 30 million dollar value. Their quest take them from London to New York and Las Vegas. Eventually they are led to a rich psychopath's mountain stronghold.
The twists and turns keep coming in this fast-paced spy fest. Romance fans who demand an intricate plot and more to their characters than live libidos will love this suspense thriller.
Book Bling gives this 4 1/2 stars.
Enjoyed an exotic, adventure-filled childhood, following her anthropologist father and travel writer mother to the farthest corners of the world. She later took inspiration from her Aunt Sophia Francesca and became the author of romantic adventure novels. She alternates her time between Los Angeles, and a family property located in Yorkshire England.
She is the author of the first two books of the Time Frame Series. Loves travel, discovering new foods to try, reading and writing. She currently lives in the central highlands of Costa Rica with her dog Pixie and her hedgehog Quiller.
It was a bank robbery, however this time the gunmen came not for the cash but for the bank itself, and all that followed happened faster than a domino knockdown.
ABOUT THE SERIES
These are stories about a man who is not alive anymore. He was a financier, a retired intelligence officer. I had the good luck to arrange a couple of financial frauds. We bumped into each other before the recession, in the flood of shit, together in the dust. After his death I still had power of attorney.
This is a novella, and the second in a series of novellas. Unfortunately, I think much of the understanding of previous characters and plot were carried on into this work without the benefit of background information. Also, since English is not the author's first language, both sentence structure and unusual dialogue use sometimes make it difficult to understand who is speaking or what they are talking about.
The author calls her work financial thrillers. This is a new genre for me. I suppose it's meant to be along the lines of Wall Street insider trading schemes gone wild. The narration is in first person, and the author claims that first person to be herself. Since the plot gives a rather bleak and, therefore, accurate look at the financial disaster and corruption by middlemen and swindlers in Moscow who make their money by slowly destroying the banking industry, after reading the author's biography it is difficult not to feel she is not in fact the Anna from the novellas. It does contain an insider's slant that begs explanation, especially when one wonders if the loose ends are unknown elements or intentional hooks for the next book in the series.
The plot is fast-paced, but sometimes inconsistent, like a memoir being written by an ageing nursing home patient. There is also some course language some may find offensive. Both add to the "real" feel of this piece of "fiction".
Overall, this work would have scored much higher with me if the author found an English as first language speaker to clean up this Russian to English translation. Although, with dashes instead of quotation marks for dialogue, she would also benefit from a source language translator who went back through the manuscript to correct obvious computer language mistakes made by the translation software.
Book Bling gives this 3 stars.
I was born in Moscow. I studied at the Moscow State University at the Philosophical faculty. I got a PhD in philosophy and stayed without work and without money. The financial crisis began. Some years I was looking for a work, but took it easy. My ex-husband was a dissident and we expected that the Union would collapse. I was a securities trader in an investment company by chance. And then there was the default in 1998. I was without work again.
This was my best time. I became the financial middleman of off-market private transactions. I had nothing. I have been looking for too-big deals. But then there was a time that it was quite possible for me to be the middleman in the sale of a Libyan oil tanker or the sale of aircrafts abroad. I got sick of conducting multi-million dollar transactions and lost all sense of reality.
I met Victor. He was a retired Foreign Intelligence Service officer. He was a magnificent fraudster. I understand how strange it sounds. But at that time before the Yeltsin decree in February 1996 the Intelligence Service was pumped up by money. And Intelligence Service officers one by one began to hold the post of deputy chairmen of the bank. It had happened overnight. Certainly, I could say: he was a magnificent financier, but... to call him as a financial fraudster would be more truthful.
Capturing the bank was in my sights. The insider of the bank was the vice-president of the bank. I write about his capture almost unchanged. Victor would be recognized by his conversations. Before leaving, he left me his three passports... So I do not know his real name. There were no closed doors for him. He had friends from the federal agency for government communication and information and from the board of directors of Deutsche Bank. All kinds of people.
Years passed. Victor is long gone. And there are fewer middlemen.
I feel myself to be on the way out. The whole generation is on the way out as well, those who are described as robbing the country. I like those who robbed the country, and I'm pleased how it was done. They were really talented financiers, nothing worse than financiers on Wall Street. They left the country and have taken the money with them. Since then, Moscow's air did not smell of millions any longer. But it seemed to me, it was still in the depths of my house between a pile of white shirts.
Now there are no more financial middlemen. The young have got jobs first. They receive a salary at the end of the month, and seem to have already forgotten the smell of crazy millions. It's like being drunk. There's a dizziness from it... They did not want to breathe this air. They did not want to poison their lives. They earned their money. They had wives, children, dogs, cars, which it is necessary to care of... Their heads have been overflowing with thoughts of petty cash.
Then the middlemen were old. And I stayed with them. Therefore, the heroes of my novels are in their sixties. For the former friends who stayed in the stock market I became infected. No, I just died. And I have been smelling of sweet cadaveric decay. It seemed to me that I was among the dead. And it felt really bad for me as a living being. But I shared their way of thinking. I was the same as they were. Ridiculous and old-fashioned, useless clutter, rubbish. Market garbage.
My friends were precisely the same as a middle-aged gentleman. Sometimes I catch a strange look at myself, but then forgot about it. The metropolis cleaned me from their memory. There was no need to be as nice as kind people who talk with clients and colleagues daily. I had a different way of talking. My talking always led to a deal. And in case it didn't, I would give the finger and immediately forget the useless person as if shaking off dust. And that's all.
I have nothing to regret. I had nothing to blame myself for. Dogs wouldn't blame themselves for their dog's life, would they?
I could not return back to the stockmarket. It has changed. Brokers, buyers, and sellers have been changed. They all had grown up a little. They have got each other for 0.1 percent interest, ready to set their ass to everyone at 0.5 percent, and would sell their own mother at one percent. I could not do that. The market has kicked me out as garbage.
And the old, among whom I used to be, are gone. The reality of small money has burnt out people around me as fire burns wood. Sometimes it seems to me that I have gone mad, that I live in the world turned inside out. Sometimes I would like to be like anyone... to have a rest, eat, dress, buy a car...
But I can't do it. It would be a living death.
It seems to me I would lose days and years and end up in devastation and poverty. And I would lose the scent of money, and the skill ... I clung to the sale of oil, diamonds, and bank guarantees, though I'm sure that it was simply thin air and there was nothing behind it. Sometimes I woke up and thought that all was not with me. But I lived and breathed the air of millions. It was my life. In my life I gained money from thin air. Emptiness is a magnet for me.
Now I have got nothing. I do not care. I like my life. I like to go for millions. It's impossible to stop me. I might be put down like a mad dog.
And I still have a sense of money. I can smell the street's air and say that the market has changed. It smells as sharp as the smell of fresh bread from a bakery in the frost.
THE DEAD BANK DIARY is my first novel. There will be more.
I write in the genre of financial thriller.
My novels are not based on real events (that would be silly)), but you will feel the reality.
All my characters are real people.
The story goes from the first person, it's me. No crimes, or anything of the kind. No politics or 'danger' Russian reality. Only MONEY. The beautiful frauds which may occur at any bank. I love beautiful gray schemes, on the verge of crime.
Please read about the Series and an interview with me on RobberMagazine.com
I blog there the 18th of each month!
Elizabeth Alsobrooks's books on Goodreads
Illuminati - The Book of Life
ratings: 12 (avg rating 4.33)
Illuminati: The Book of Life
ratings: 5 (avg rating 4.80)
The Keeper's Secret: Tell-Tale Publishing's Annual Horror Anthology
ratings: 2 (avg rating 5.00)
2016 NaNoWriMo Winner!
My Newest Release
An Amazon Bestseller!
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