BOB
by Tegon Maus
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GENRE: Sci-fi (soft)
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BLURB:
After
27 years as a newspaper man, Peter Anderson’s career is slipping away, at least
it was, until he stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. Sent to do a fluff
piece about lights in the night sky over Arizona, he discovers far more than he
ever expected when he comes upon a mysterious young woman held prisoner in a
basement. After helping her to escape, she disappears before he can learn the
truth about who she is or where she came from. His search for her leads him
back to the lights in the sky and leaves him with more questions than answers.
The only thing he knows for certain . . . the only thing he can count on are
the two words offered repeatedly by his friend and guide . . . “IS BELT.”
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EXCERPTS :
"No. No one
takes anything. We're just going to look
around a little, maybe snap a few pictures but no one takes anything and no one
gets hurt," I insisted.
"OOOh, Bob's friend not say no one get hurt. Things happen Fred not control. No one to get hurt... not good, not
good. Fred say price now five
hundred."
"Bob, you didn't even talk to him."
"Ahh, Bob sorry.
We close family, sometimes have psychic connection."
"Fine, five hundred."
Bob wrinkled his nose, holding up a hand before Fred. He turned his back to me, wriggling his
fingers.
Irritated, I retrieved my wallet, fingering my way through
my dwindling per diem, pushing four, one hundred dollar bills and two fifties
into Bob's writhing fingers.
"Is good," he responded, counting them quickly.
To my annoyance, he stuffed a hundred into his shirt pocket
before passing the balance to Fred.
A broad smile spread across the young man's face as he
quickly pushed the money deep into his front pants pocket. Fred now bounced on the balls of his feet,
weaving or dancing, or shadow boxing... I couldn't tell which, only that with
my money in his pocket, he was excited.
He began to speak rapidly in Russian to Bob, turning his hat
forward.
"Fred say, can now go," Bob announced, heading for
the door, pulling it open for Fred.
The young man checked the hall, swinging his head quickly in
both directions before jumping into the corridor as if hopping a train.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I was raised
pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all
the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just
wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I
should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until
I met my wife.
The first thing
I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it
was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my
closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after
that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a
variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
It wasn't a
deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I
had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our
dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.
I was thrilled.
If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to
exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little
step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or
not. When I write, I always write with
the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I
guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.
Buy Links: (The
Book is 0.99 cents during the tour)
Amazon
Barns &
Noble
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
Tegon will be awarding a $25 Amazon or
B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $25
Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn host.
