Stuart's one of my writing friends--the one who I end up chatting with in facebook about marketing and my general question of "WTF am I doing this for?" Thankfully he hasn't gotten *too* sick of me yet! And he's here to celebrate another awesome release, which I've read and loved. I enjoy a dark twisty tale, and I know some of you are going to absolutely have to check this out too!
Leon Garber has his reasons for ridding the world of abusive people. Justifiable homicide is a risky business, but someone needs to take out the trash.
Opportunity comes knocking from Like-Minded Individuals, Inc., a global company fulfilling the needs of people like Leon. LMI’s clientele are provided with new identities, security, and even lists of potential “projects.” But let’s not call it “serial killing.” Such a nasty business. For uncouth serial killers, it’s a good deal. For Leon, it’s a dream come true.
LMI’s put a target on Leon’s back. He has no idea why. Forced to defend his territory in Kansas, Leon clashes with other Like-Minded Individuals: The Good Samaritan Killer, The Mad Doctor, and Donnie and Marie—a little bit country, a little bit rock ‘n roll, a whole lotta’ killing.
LMI, the police, sanctioned hitmen, and a vicious psychopath are after him. Heads are chopped, dropped and swapped as Leon fights for his life and freedom. But nothing will keep Leon from finishing his current project. Nothing. Not even the chance to fall in love with the woman at his day-time job.
Sometimes a killer business idea is just that. Killer. (Goodreads and AMAZON)
Take it away Stuart:
I’m in trouble. Big trouble.
I set out to write my new book, The Secret Society of Like-Minded Individuals, with not a worry in mind, business as usual.
It’s about an evil global corporation that funds serial killers for a hefty fee. Sounds like fantasy, right?
Shortly after the book became available for pre-order, I received a phone call. “Caller unknown.” Huh.
“Mr. West?” I nodded even though the man couldn’t see me. I mean, it had to be a sales pitch, right? Right? “I would strongly recommend you not publish your new book, The Secret Society of Like-Minded Individuals.”
Okay, fine, whatever, one of my friends was having a chuckle. “Yeah, well, too bad. The damage is done? Who is this? Howard? Real funny.”
“I am not one of your acquaintances, Mr. West. I strongly implore you to heed my advice. The consequences could be…shall we say…irreparable. You’ve stumbled upon information you should not be…privy to.”
Even though I knew it was a gag, I hung up. Too little time in the day to deal with this stuff.
But. Here’s the deal. It wasn’t a joke. Soon, I started noticing men in business suits—tailor-cut and braggy looking—following me. Watching me. Talking into their shoulders while wearing sunglasses inside of coffee houses, for God’s sake. What, am I in a Bourne situation suddenly?
People look at me funny. Even funnier than usual. No one answers my phone calls. My cable bill has suddenly sky-rocketed, like I’m watching a kingdom of gold in TV.
My phone clicks like a cricket when I use it. Not ideal. And the van…the van. “Stanley Steamer’s Carpet Cleaners.” Always just down the street, always. They’re not fooling me.
Please, please, help me.
I implore you to read The Secret Society of Like-Minded Individuals. It’s an exposé, apparently more truthful than I realized. But if someone reads it, maybe my word will get out.
Before it’s too late.
My life depends on it.