Sporadic things I care to share...
|Posted by bigceebee on March 11, 2018 at 12:15 AM||comments (6)|
A quick intro to start. I have been neglectful with my blog for a while, almost two years, in fact. That said, when fellow author, Scott Bury, offered the clean up the place (including doing the windows) in exchange for a one time use to promote his upcoming Wildfire, I jumped at the chance.
So, without further ado, I present you with an excerpt of Wildfire...
Even after the hours of hustling between the kitchen, dining room and office, and another hour of cleaning up with Antonio and Toby, Tara lay sleepless on her bed.
It’s not my bed. It’s the DaSilvas’ guest bed.
She gave up trying after midnight. Even with the air on high, it was still too hot. Despite the exhaustion she felt, her eyes refused to stay shut.
She leaned on the window sill, staring across the dark winery estate. A blur behind the dark haze in the sky, she guessed, was the moon.
The restaurant mansion was only a jumble of shadows, the winery lost in the murk behind it.
Tara opened the window and leaned out, hoping to catch some of the wind that still whipped California.
Is that a light behind the restaurant?
She straightened up, which brought her head back into the room, and did not see light anymore. But when she leaned out again, she thought she saw a glow, so dim it was at the edge of imagination.
She leaned forward, started to fall and caught the window frame. Pulling herself back in, she decided to see whether she was imagining mysterious lights in the night. She shut the windows, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and shoved her feet into running shoes.
At her bedroom door, she thought: Should I have a weapon? What if he has a gun?
You don’t know it’s a “he.” It’s probably your imagination, anyway. And these hands are weapons.
They’re fast, but not faster than a bullet.
She slipped her smart phone into her pocket and slipped noiselessly out of the house.
The night air was warm and filled with smoke. The wind must have shifted.
Crickets chirped. The wind sighed through the dry leaves. Far away, a truck downshifted on the highway.
The hard contours of the winery sharpened when she stepped into the shadows of the restaurant. There is a definite light at the corner of the winery, moving to the back. Or is it inside, shining through the window?
She heard a muffled crash. But not from the winery—from inside Cyrano’s restaurant.
Maybe I should have brought Charlie with me. But that would have woken Veronica.
Moving slowly to avoid making noise, she crept up the back stairs and pressed her ear against the kitchen door. She closed her eyes to listen harder.
Nothing. But crickets had been chirping a minute earlier, before the crash, and were now silent.
She turned, looking back toward the winery to see a darker shadow shift along its wall, disappearing where the dirt road led to the vineyard.
She jumped from the steps and ran as quietly as she could as she pulled out her phone. Pausing at the corner of the winery, she set it to camera mode and touched the icon for flash,
then jumped onto the path, holding the phone out like it was a weapon as she raced for the vineyard, hitting the shutter button over and over.
Flashes bounced like lightning off the trees at the vineyard’s edge and a shadow retreated into it. She ran, vision bouncing between the phone’s screen and the real world ahead.
That shadow—is that a man running from me?
She stopped and swiped past a few of the pictures she had taken. Most were only dark blurs, or garish shots of the dirt road. But the first one showed a shadow in the middle of the road, and the second a slightly more distinct image of what might be a person’s back.
Tara turned back to the winery, studying the images. Maybe I can improve it on the computer. If it is a person, that proves that Alan was right about sabotage. Someone was poking around here in the middle of the night.
Wildfires swept across California wine country in 2017, destroying thousands of homes and businesses, and killing dozens of people. Law school grad and single mother Tara Rezeck finds herself in the middle of the catastrophe. When she returns to her job at the most award-winning vineyard in Sonoma County, she finds her employer’s body in the ashes.
The question that challenges her brains and her legal training is: was it an accident? Or was his body burned to hide evidence of murder?
About the Author
After a 30-year career as a journalist and editor, Scott Bury turned to writing fiction with a children’s story, Sam, the Strawb Part, and a story that bridged the genres of paranormal occult fiction and espionage thriller: Dark Clouds. Since then, he has published 12 novels and novellas without regard to staying in any one genre.
In 2012, he published his first novel, the historical magic realism bestseller The Bones of the Earth. His next book, One Shade of Red, was a satire of a bestseller with a similar title.
From 2014 to 2017, he published the Eastern Front Trilogy, the true story of a Canadian drafted into the Soviet Red Army in 1941, and how he survived the Second World War: Army of Worn Soles, Under the Nazi Heel and Walking Out of War.
Scott was invited to write for three Kindle Worlds, where authors base novellas on the fictional worlds of bestselling series. For Toby Neal’s Lei Crime Kindle World, he wrote Torn Roots, Palm Trees & Snowflakes, Dead Man Lying and Echoes.
For Russell Blake’s Jet Kindle World, he contributed Jet: Stealth, featuring the explosive duo of Van and LeBrun.
And for Emily Kimelman’s Sydney Rye Kindle World, he brought Van and LeBrun back for The Wife Line and The Three-Way.
Now, he is beginning a new mystery series with Wildfire, featuring the smart and passionate Tara Rezeck. Wildfire is currently available for pre-order on Amazon (for Kindle e-readers) and Smashwords (for Kobo, Nook and other e-readers). Find out more about Scott and his writing on his website, ScottBuryAuthor.com.
|Posted by bigceebee on June 5, 2016 at 7:35 AM||comments (1)|
|Posted by bigceebee on April 28, 2016 at 3:20 PM||comments (2)|
What follows is the text of something I posted on Facebook on April 26, 2016. It is the first part of an exchange I had with a scammer from Ghana. The second part can be found in another blog post at the link below:
Last evening, I received a friend request from Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg which I accepted after noting we had a dozen mutual friends. A minute later, I received a private message which resulted in the conversation below.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello friend how are you
Claude Bouchard: I'm fine. Thank you for the invitation.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: you are Welcome friend so tell me what is your name and were are you form ?
Claude Bouchard: My name is Oskar Meyer and I am from Frankfurt. I am a Frankfurter.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: wow that is nice am sergeant Raymond chandler by name from USA north California currently now am in Afghanistan working with the U.N on a special assignment
Claude Bouchard: Uh, huh. Do your friends call you Elisabeth?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend that is name of lovely daughter so tell me do you have wife and kids
Claude Bouchard: I have one wife, four kids and many dogs.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: that is great so tell me whats your profession over there
Claude Bouchard: I make hot dogs. Do you have wives or kids or dogs?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: i am 60 years old i lost my wife to death 2006 to breast cancer..i have a lovely daughter Elisabeth by name she lives and study in the U.K she is 15 years old going to be 16 years soon..currently now am in Afghanistan working with the UN.my friend i chose to write to you here because i wanna know you more better as friends
Claude Bouchard: I would like to be a better friend. Do you like spinach?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes friend my friend there is something i would love to discuss with you here
Claude Bouchard: Please, tell me what it is. I'm very interested.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: very confidential
Claude Bouchard: Of course... *wink, wink*
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: so tell me can i trust you here
Claude Bouchard: You can trust me here, you can trust me there, you can trust me anywhere. I am trustworthy.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: OK friend i need you to help me receive my consignment box there in your country
Claude Bouchard: Your consignment box is in my country!?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: i need some one out there to help me receive my two consignment box contain 20.000000 million usd with 200 gold kg there in is country for me as my trustee beneficiary till i complete my services here and join him over to get my consignment am going to offer my trustee beneficiary %30 of the money and gold inside my consignment box
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: by the end of this year i will complete my services September November i will be completing my services
Claude Bouchard: I am very interested and also trustworthy to help you. What should I do now?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: keep it safe for me till i complete my services and join you over there in your country to share he money and gold inside the consignment box yes my friend i need help a private help
Claude Bouchard: Of course, a private help, duh. Where is your consignment box?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: i will direct you to contact the U.N Diplomat in accra ghana that will provide you wih all the legal document you need to receive the box there in your country as my trustee beneficiary
Claude Bouchard: Please direct me.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: what you need to do now my friend is for you to contact the U.N Diplomat by email so the diplomat will provide you with all he document you need to receive both box there in your country legally before will transit your country in one week time to deliver both box to your house
Claude Bouchard: Should I use a password? How about halibut?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: you will tell the diplomat that sergeant Raymond chandler ask you to contact him regarding is two consignment box in west African Ghana that what and what you need to do in other for you to help sergeant Raymond chandler receive is two consignment box there in your country
Claude Bouchard: And the box will be delivered to Frankfurt?! That's amazing!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes my friend in one weekly time so i have to give you the diplomat email address so you can contact him by email
Claude Bouchard: Yes, please do, and tell him the secret password, halibut.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: firstname.lastname@example.org yes i will need you to contact the diplomat so the diplomat will tell you everything you need to do and also when he will arrive your country with both consignment box
Claude Bouchard: I will contact him for sure. Should I wear a special coloured hat when we meet so he recognizes me?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes friend good my friend always keep me in touch as soon you contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: How about a purple hat, in honour of Prince?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: that we been nice my friend so tell me when are you going to contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: In six minutes... Tick tock...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: here is the diplomat phone number..you can also call him by phone... +233231931026+233231931026
Claude Bouchard: What if he's sleeping or if his wife answers?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: please send the mail now or call the diplomat now send email to the diplomat ok
Claude Bouchard: I will send it soon. My wife asked what I was doing but I want to keep this confidential because I am trustworthy. She will fall back asleep in three minutes.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: ok my friend i will need you to understand that the U.N Diplomat will ask you for some little money to get the U.N Registration form that will enable you to receive the box there in your country legally
Claude Bouchard: Okay, how much money will I need? Should I go get some cash from the ATM?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: $3000 ok but the reason i need you to receive this box for me on my behalf is for you to keep both box safe till i return ok..you are not going to spend money on this ok..the only money you will have to pay is for the diplomat to change the ownership name of the box to your name for you to be able to receive both box legally there in your country
Claude Bouchard: Can I pay the diplomat with money from the box?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend you have pay the diplomat first before come to you ok
Claude Bouchard: Can I pay him with PayPal? That would be the easiest way. I wouldn't have to go th the ATM.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: i am very serious about this that's why i need you to assist me in this...inside both box contain lot of treasure that will benefit the both of us for a life time as soon you receive the box there in your house please you dont have to get worry about that ok as soon the box get to you there in your country all the money you spend on the box will be give back to you and also both of us will be rich for a life time Please note that confidentiality is very essential in this deal.I look forward to your reply and cooperation. have you called the diplomat ?
Claude Bouchard: I tried to call him but the line was busy. He should get call-waiting.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: send email to the diplomat ok
Claude Bouchard: Okay, I will send an email right now. Off to send an email. Please hold to maintain the priority of your call.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend am til waiting for you to called diplomat
Claude Bouchard: Thank you for calling Verizon Mobile. My name is Alice. How can I help you?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend email diplomat ok
Claude Bouchard: The eagle flies under the full moon. I'm talking in code to foil the FBI. Good trick, right? I didn't fall off a turnip truck yesterday!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: wow i see lol my good friend
Claude Bouchard: This was fun. We should do this more often. Do you want me to refer you to some other friends? Some of them are really nuts.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: wow that will be so good of you my good friend
Claude Bouchard: Seriously, do you make a decent living with these scam things? Selling hot dogs is not a big money maker for me so maybe I could get into your biz.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes my friend i do make a decent living out of this ok'
Claude Bouchard: Well, good for you. Karma, baby... Karma...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my good friend everything will be fine ok..all you need to do now is for you to contact the diplomat by email so the diplomat will start making all the necessary preparation to deliver both consignment box to you there in Frankfurt
Claude Bouchard: Yeah, I'll be in touch with the diplomat pronto, Lizzy. In the meantime, may some nasty mofo kick down your door and relieve you of your hands with a machete. xox
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: ok friend thats nice i understand you here so tell me what will you be doing over there today
Claude Bouchard: Running around my property without any pants.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: lol hmmm but why? why will you do that?
Claude Bouchard: Fuck off, Elisabeth...
At this point, I considered our chat over, having worn out my friendship with Lizzy aka Sergeant Raymond Chandler. I had already unfriended him and turned off the iPad for the night.
This morning, I noted he had sent me another friend request and had sent the following messages:
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: how do you mean?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello friend how you there ?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: have you contact? the diplomat
Obviously a sharp man, Sarge is...
|Posted by bigceebee on April 28, 2016 at 9:35 AM||comments (3)|
On Tuesday, April 26th, I posted the transcript of a message exchange I had had the previous evening with a scammer from Ghana which you can see at the following link:
I thought our time together was over Monday night but, lo and behold, he was back to messaging me Tuesday and Wednesday evening so I thought it was only fair I share the continuing saga of Sergeant Raymond Chandler
.Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello my friend how are you
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend this the box and money try and contact? the diplomat OK you dont believe me because of money
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: money is not everything i am discussing a very important issues here that i need your assistance not your money..inside both box contain huge amount of money..here in Afghanistan there is no way i can send money out of here..that's why i am asking you to assist me in this.... when i get out of here am going to pay you back any money you spend on both box ok
Claude Bouchard: Ray, can I call you Ray? I'm sorry I was not sure if you were trustworthy. Now that you 'showed me the money', I know you are the real deal, but I'm worried about something...
Claude Bouchard: Are you there, my friend?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes am here my friend what is that my friend ? what are worried about my friend tell me
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello friend were are you my friend everything will be fine ok
Claude Bouchard: I am worried about the diplomat. Maybe he will keep the two boxes for himself when he leaves Ghana...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend there is no way the diplomat can keep both box for himself when he leave Ghana..both consignment box is been lock with a secret code and only me have those code and access to those box ok..without the code you cant open both consignment box the diplomat will only deliver both box to your house there in Germany ok
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend are you there ?
Claude Bouchard: Yes, I'm here now but must deal with many customers. I'll be back.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: ok my friend just inform me when you are back
Claude Bouchard: I am here but only for a minute because we have a wiener emergency. We are running out of wieners because the truck broke down and we will not have enough for dinner service because it is Wiener Wednesday. I must go get more wieners posthaste. About the diplomat, do you trust him here or there? Do you trust him anywhere? Is he sly like a group of foxes? Do you think he will steal the boxes?
Claude Bouchard: I'm currently stuck in traffic with a Volkswagon full of wieners and it's cold and raining. This is NOT a good day. Grrr...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: don't worry about the diplomat everything will be fine OK
Claude Bouchard: Okay, if you are sure. I was thinking, maybe I can pay him in Hong Kong dollars. It would be cheaper than US dollars.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: just contact the diplomat by email today OK
Claude Bouchard: Yes, I will email him after I put all these wieners in the refrigerator. Nobody wants a spoiled wiener.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: ok my friend just let me know as soon you send email to the diplomat ok
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: you are welcome i have to go now..talk to you later ok bye
Claude Bouchard: I will contact you later. bye.
Claude Bouchard: I found out you're 53, not 60, you sneaky peanut.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend have you email to the diplomat?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend all you need is for you to contact the diplomat everything will be fine OK
Claude Bouchard: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend how do you mean ? my friend you don't trust me all what ? you dont believe me because of money
Claude Bouchard: You hurt my feelings because you lied to me...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: thats my military age ok
Claude Bouchard: You're a damned riot, Lizzy. Here, you can read up about yourself when you have a minute, asshole. Say hi to your 'dead' wife, idiot. http://www.army.mil/leaders/sma/former/sma_bio14.html
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello my friend are you not doing to help again ? my friend you don't trust me all what ? everything will be fine just contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: Dude, what's your name?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: i am sergeant Raymond chandler by name ok
Claude Bouchard: You're a lying asshole, Raymond. That's why you have a fake Facebook page with the name of a fake daughter and pretending to be an American war hero to try to screw people out of money. You're from Northern Cali and a big shot soldier? Bullshit. You can't even write English, you moron. Okay?
Claude Bouchard: Ass-wipe... Cowardly criminal... You deserve nothing more than pain and miserable hardship. Karma, baby... It WILL bite you in the ass...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend are you doing help or not ?
Claude Bouchard: I will help you for USD 10,000 in cash plus 40% of the boxes.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: how do you mean my friend ?
Claude Bouchard: If you pay me USD 10,000 in cash, I will receive your consignment boxes and keep them for you. When you come to pick them up after your service is over, I will keep 40% of the contents and you will keep the other 60%.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: is that went you went my friend that is okay by me try and just contact the diplomat hi friend
Claude Bouchard: Do you have a printer?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes friend my friend please don't get confuse ok this is not a scam..i am very serious about this that's why i need you to assist me in this...inside both box contain lot of treasure that will benefit the both of us for a life time as soon you receive the box there in your house
Claude Bouchard: Okay, print the photo below, take a pic of yourself with it next to you and post it here.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg:
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg:
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg:
Claude Bouchard: Send me the pic of my drawing next to your face...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg:
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg:
Claude Bouchard: A S S H O L E . . . Congrats! You can surf the Internet and save images! You're almost a scientist!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: are you doing to help or not ?
Claude Bouchard: Maybe... Let me discuss with my wife. The kids would love to go to America and visit Disneyworld.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes my friend everything about this is legal OK,,am going to direct you to contact the U.N diplomat in west African Ghana that will provide you with all the document you need to receive both box there in your country legally for me as my trustee beneficiary till i complete my services and join you over
Claude Bouchard: Are you with the Taliban? If you are, we could sing, "Come Mister Taliban, Tally me banana."
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: to contact the U.N diplomat in west african ghana that will provide you with all the document you need to receive both box there in your country legally for me as my trustee beneficiary till i those document will only cost you $3OO AS soon asyou pay the money the diplomat arrived to your house in one weekly time
Claude Bouchard: Okay, so, USD 10,000 less $300 so, as soon as you send me USD 9,700, we're in business! Woohoo! Will I need a forklift?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend have you contact the diplomat? so tell me when are you going to contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: I just called Paul. He's in a meeting, apparently. His secretary is very rude...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: who is Paul my friend ?
Claude Bouchard: Uhh... According to what YOU told me, PAUL MENSA is the DIPLOMAT... I'm hurt, again... YOU are not trustworthy, my friend...
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend don't be angry with here that consignment box ? is all have
Claude Bouchard: But, you are always liar, liar pants on fire! I'm trying here, dude!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend trustworthy ok
Claude Bouchard: BTW, any nice beaches in Ghana?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: yes my friend many nice beaches are here
Claude Bouchard: Cool! I like beaches.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: okay so tell me can i trust you here
Claude Bouchard: Of course, you can trust me. I'm not lying.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hhhh
Claude Bouchard: hhhh to you too. Ha!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: so tell me when are you going to contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: What is the diplomat's name?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: DIPLOMAT PAUL MENSA my friend try and called diplomat later ok
Claude Bouchard: BTW, your teachers in Cali did a crappy job at teaching you grammar and punctuation. Just saying... AHA! So, you DO know PAUL! Sneaky bugger... Yes, I will call Paul later. My wife is telling me it's time to go to sleep.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: but try and called the diplomat today ok here is the diplomat phone number..you can also call him by phone... +233231931026+233231931026 please send the mail now or call the diplomat now as soon as the box jet to everything fine ok
Claude Bouchard: Tomorrow... I have to take the dogs out, all fifteen, and I've had a long day with Wiener Wednesday. Night, night, cupcake. Muah!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: email@example.com friend have you receive any mail from the U.N Diplomat
Claude Bouchard: No, only from Interpol.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend you dont need to be worry ok as soon as the box jet to everything fine ok Please note that confidentiality is very essential in this deal.
Claude Bouchard: Yes, I told Interpol it was very confidential. I even gave the agents free hot dogs when they came to visit. It's all good.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend as soon the diplomat arrive your country with both box joy and happiness will be on our face forever
Claude Bouchard: I love to have joy and happiness on my face. There was this one time, uh, never mind... Night, night.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: please you dont have to get worry about that ok as soon the box get to you there in your country all the money you spend on the box will be give back to you and also both of us will be rich for a life time
Claude Bouchard: Yes, 10-4 and Roger-Dodger. I'm on it like a badger, dude. I'll call the diplomat tomorrow and life will be splendiferous. Halibut and over and out.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: are you sure my friend that you we diplomat tomorrow am very worry about this box
Claude Bouchard: I am sure that I, we, all of us diplomat tomorrow. My kids want Disneyworld and my wife met with a contractor today for a new house. Tomorrow, bro.
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: so tell me when are you going to contact the diplomat morning or night good my friend always keep me in touch as soon you contact the diplomat
Claude Bouchard: You betcha. Now, I'm out of here because one of the dogs pooped on the kitchen floor. Later, Ray!
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hope to hear form in the morning my friend talk to you later when am done with my duty ok have a nice day my friend
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: hello my friend how are you doing over there ?
Elisabeth Rufina Wilberg: my friend have you send the email to the diplomat?
Claude Bouchard: Good morning, Lizzy, Yes, I contacted Paul. Nice guy. We're doing lunch tomorrow.
I NOW believe our discussion is over but, one never knows...
|Posted by bigceebee on August 2, 2015 at 10:40 AM||comments (2)|
What do you get when you cross the characters from Russell Blake's bestselling JET series with my VIGILANTE crew?
A whole lot of fast-paced action and mayhem in
Nasty in NIce
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|Posted by bigceebee on August 24, 2014 at 7:30 AM||comments (156)|
Who am I talking about?
This guy, that's who!
For those of you who don't know him, allow me to introduce to Crit Kincaid, author of A Wounded World. I read Crit's book when he released it earlier this year and here's the five star review I posted on Amazon:
We often associate "page-turner" with action, adventure and suspense, all terms which don't apply to Kincaid's debut novel. Yet, "A Wounded World" aptly merits the description as I found myself drawn to my Kindle whenever I had a few spare minutes, anxious to pursue with the heartfelt tale of Normal Steves.
Kincaid's writing reads well, his story is poignant and his characters have depth. The resulting work is something which very few people will not relate to. It's a touching slice of life which made me smile at times and fight the lump in my throat at other times. All in all, a very interesting and highly readable story.
And so, Crit Kincaid, I thank you for writing "A Wounded World". If you hadn't, I would have read one less fine book.
So what's this about a cold shower? Read Crit's blog post below and you'll understand.
My ALS Ice Bucket Challenge
The story of my novel “A Wounded World” centers around a character whose granny suffers from Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. I chose this disease for one very horrible reason. ALS affects the body but not the mind, stripping away, little by little, the sufferers ability to communicate and interact with the world as he or she dies. “A Wounded World” is a story about being alone, and this woman’s physical isolation mirrors my main character’s emotional isolation.
Recently there has been an up swell of awareness of ALS due to the Ice Bucket Challenge. So, do my part in return, I will also take up the challenge. My challenge is thus; between now and midnight of September 1st 2014, for every Amazon or Kindle sale of “A Wounded World”,
I will donate $1.00 to http://www.ALSA.org. In addition, should the sales reach or exceed 100 books, I will donate a matching $100.00 and do the ice bucket challenge for all to see. Please help me with this challenge, if only because Arizona summers are very hot and I could use an ice bath. If not, go to alsa.org yourself and contribute.
|Posted by bigceebee on March 26, 2014 at 10:35 AM||comments (8)|
There’s been some buzz and discussion lately about whether AuthorOffer.com, a new book promotion site boasting an emailing list of 635K+ subscribers, is the real deal or a hoax.
The verdict is in, folks…
AuthorOffer.com is 100% bullshit, a scam aimed at sucking hard earned cash out of the pockets of authors the world over.
I now know of two authors who decided to take the risk and buy an ad. One had a spot scheduled for Monday, March 24th, ironically the first day the scumbags stopped sending their daily emails. The other had a date lined up sometime next week but submitted a cancellation/reimbursement request in accordance with the terms and conditions. Last I heard, the slugs had yet to respond or issue reimbursement.
Both have submitted disputes with PayPal. Naturally, I’d suggest that anyone else who finds themselves in the same position do the same.
Please share this blog post to help stop these miserable leeches.
UPDATE - March 26, 2014, 3:00 p.m. ET: Coincidence perhaps but I posted this at 10:35 a.m. ET at which time I mentioned AuthorOffer had ceased sending their daily email as of Monday. Four hours later, I received their daily email, the usual list of books likely copied from BookGorilla, even in the same order.
UPDATE - March 27, 2014, 3:10 p.m. ET: Another copy/paste email of BookGorilla titles with a scattering of highly ranking works. Another author informed me he had submitted to AuthorOffer and, not surprisely, was quickly approved, albeit their 70% rejection stat. Both authors previously referenced have yet to receive any response to their demands. PayPal disputes have been escalated to claims.
UPDATE - April 3, 2014: The Authoroffer deal is turning out to be the perfect scam as PayPal denies claims related to intangible items.
|Posted by bigceebee on March 16, 2014 at 11:45 AM||comments (5)|
Last fall, nine of us authorly types each took one of our novels and bundled them into a heck of a 99 cent deal called 9 Killer Thrillers. Our intent was to offer readers a quality collection at a very reasonable price while hopefully expanding our readership base. Results have been astounding. In less than five months, over 160,000 copies have been sold with hundreds still going out on a daily basis.
Pleased with the results of our endeavor, we asked ourselves, "What can we do in the wake of such resounding success?" Following some careful thought and pondering, we found the answer to our question...
We did it... AGAIN!
I'm pleased to announce the release of 9 More Killer Thrillers, brought to you by the same talented crew of scribes showcased in 9KT!
Same kind of deal!
Nine complete thrillers from nine bestselling authors for 99 cents!
For this amazingly low price, you get:
All attractively packaged into this!
This incredible collection is available in ebook format at:
|Posted by bigceebee on November 25, 2013 at 12:50 AM||comments (4)|
About a month ago, author A.R. Silverberry dropped by my website for a visit. All was going fine as we strolled from one page to the next, until we reached my blog page... What follows is a transcript of our conversation when we got there:
A.R.: Dang, this page is pretty dusty. Don’t you ever clean in here?
Me *sheepishly*: Sorry, A.R., I haven’t been blogging much lately so I often skip this page when I vacuum.
A.R.: Hire a cleaning lady or get a Roomba.
Me: Ha! I’m an author. I can’t afford either of those.
A.R.: Good point. Listen, I’ll be doing a blog tour soon to reveal the new cover of Wyndano’s Cloak. If I clean up in here, can I use the page?
Me: I won’t have to help you or nothing?
A.R. Nope, I’ll do everything, even that bathroom.
Me: You’ve got a deal!
So, Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I present A.R. Silverberry and Wyndano’s Cloak with a hot new cover!
Wyndano’s Cloak Synopsis
Jen has settled into a peaceful life when a terrifying event awakens old fears—of being homeless and alone, of a danger horrible enough to destroy her family and shatter her world forever.
She is certain that Naryfel, a shadowy figure from her past, has returned and is concentrating the full force of her hate on Jen's family. But how will she strike? A knife in the dark? An attack from her legions? Or with the dark arts and twisted creatures she commands with sinister cunning.
Wyndano's Cloak may be Jen's only hope. If she’s got what it takes to use it . . .
Alert, Jen backed away from the tree and studied it at a crouch. The air was still. The grass motionless. But the leaves stirred and fluttered. Words floated down. At first they were indistinct, as if someone called through a distant snowstorm. One word emerged clearly, and an icy finger traced down her spine.
She heard her name.
She backed away until she squatted on some rocks that extended into the pool. Every muscle—sun-hammered and wind-hardened like metal in a forge—was poised to spring. Phrases whispered down. The only sense she could make was that something was coming. Something dangerous.
She thought of her family. Fear tightened around her heart. She was a hair's-breadth away from running to them. Her feet stayed rooted to the spot. Maybe she'd hear more.
A small splash made her look at the pond. Two more followed, as if someone had thrown pebbles. Nothing had fallen into the water. But ripples spread out and ran into each other. More splashes erupted like tiny volcanoes, until the whole pool was agitated with colliding rings. A circle of calm emerged below Jen's feet, pushing the waves back. Pale and ghostly, a face rose from the muddy bottom of the pool until it floated just below the surface.
About the Author
A. R. Silverberry has won a dozen awards, including Gold Medal Winner in the 2011 Benjamin Franklin Awards for Juvenile/Young Adult Fiction; Gold Medal Winner in the 2010 Readers Favorite Awards for Preteen Fiction; and Silver Medal Winner 2011 in the Bill Fisher Award for Best First Book, Children’s/Young Adult. He lives in California, where the majestic coastline, trees, and mountains inspire his writing. Wyndano's Cloak is his first novel. Follow him at the links below!
DISCOVER THE MAGIC OF WYNDANO’S CLOAK!
|Posted by bigceebee on November 16, 2013 at 11:45 AM||comments (2)|
We've all heard the idiom, "break a leg" as a good luck wish. In fact, it's been used so much it's become cliché. I think it's time we coined some new "good luck" expressions, if only for the sake of originality.
For example, "dislocate a shoulder", "rupture your spleen" and "crack your skull" have never been used. Someone you know is going for a job interview? Tell that person, "Get hit by a bus, kiddo." or "Snap your spine, buddy." I'm sure stage performers, who have heard the old adage enough to make them ill, would enjoy a refreshing, "Hope a spotlight falls and crushes you to death." People could wish a massive coronary thrombosis to those athletes they admire and any race car driver would love to hear, "Hit the wall hard."
With the multitude of bones and organs in the human body, not to mention countless diseases, infections and viruses out there, the possibilities are almost endless.
And so, my friends, whatever your dreams, goals, aspirations and endeavors, "May you get hacked to pieces with a rusty machete."