Thursday, December 26, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Paws on Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...
Paws on Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...: Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign o...
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Paws on Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...
Paws on Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...: Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign o...
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Author's Friend: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora
Author's Friend: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora: What projects are you working on at the moment? Jack Canon will return in the sequel, Women of the House, Love Lust and Loyalty – which ...
What projects are you working on at the moment?
Jack Canon will return in the sequel, Women of the House, Love Lust and Loyalty – which is due for release later this year. I asked a reviewer to take a look at the pre-release and she said it a lot better than I could - “This is one of those stories that possess the ability to seize your attention from the first few lines till the last. With the entire realistic political spectrum, the heart-thumping action and the overflowing glamour, it doesn’t only glue you to your seats but makes you greedy enough to finish it in one go.”– Gladys Nicolas, Gladys Book Nook
I’ll just add it’s a wild ride, maybe too bumpy for some. But, I wanted the sequel to push the envelope, so I pulled out all the stops. I don’t if maybe I went to far. My 5 second elevator pitch is - ”Think the Wedding of the Decade meets the Crime of the Century. International Espionage, Global Terrorism, Staggering Wealth, and a Cabal of Greed that threatens our way of life. In addition there’s Romantic Entanglement that’s impossible to ignore. Warning – May cause blushing in some readers.
Note: I am currently working on Gabby, Angel of God. Briefly, an angel comes to earth for a two week adventure. She’s beautiful, powerful, and here to help. She gets deeply involved in the lives of those she comes in contact with, she has amazing qualities. Please watch for the release in 2014. Here’s a brief excerpt from Gabby, Angel of God.
“I’ve got to go to Brunswick, Bo, would you take me? We could borrow the motorcycle; Wesley won’t need it anymore.”
I didn’t want to admit that I’ve never driven a Harley before. I’d driven a few motorbikes when I was a kid, but I didn’t think I could handle a full-size Harley the first time out.
“Who said anything about you driving?” Gabby teased me. She was reading my thoughts again. “You’ll do fine,” she added.
“I’ll give it a try.” She had wounded my masculine pride so I was determined to rise to the challenge. I jumped onto the bike, propped it upright, and steadied it off the kickstand. Instinctively, I reached for the handgrip, rolled it to quarter throttle and pushed my thumb on the starter button. The bike roared to a deep-throated rumble. I pulled back racing the engine, “Hop on!”
Gabby climbed on the back and sat really close to me on the small seat. She reached her arms around my waist and hugged, laying her head sideways, her cheek to my back. I kicked the gear lever down and heard the tranny knock into place. I operated on instinct and figured it was one down and five up on the gears. Things were coming easier to me. I became convinced that I could drive this hog.
“Hold on,” I hollered back, even though she was already holding tight. I gave it some gas, released the clutch, and gave her a half throttle twist as we roared into the street. Barely four seconds into the ride and I had already been through three of the gears. “This is a blast!” I shouted.
“You don’t need to yell, Bo.” Gabby switched to talking in my head because of the noise from the motorcycle.
“Oh, sorry.” I felt a little bad about yelling. Presumably angels have really great hearing.
“You’ll get used to me. Do you really think I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, Bo?” I could feel her cheek move against my back as she smiled.
“You’re so beautiful my heart is shivering. Even in my dreams I’ve never seen anything so amazing. In all my life I never imagined anyone or anything could be as beautiful as you.”
“You’re very certain Bo. Tell me, how many angels have you seen?’
“Just you, but I know beautiful when I see it.” My absolute conviction about that came through in my voice.
“Is that so?” Gabby sounded amused.
I was feeling curious. “Gabby, I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said, it’s hard to believe there are angels guarding the outer edges of the earth.”
“Didn’t you pay attention in science class – you remember the earth is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and traveling through space at eighteen miles per second, but angels protecting it is the part you find too amazing to believe?”
‘‘Well, when you put it like that.”
“Every morning you wake to a glowing red fireball in the sky and it doesn’t make you think, who put it there?” Gabby seemed to be in full instructional-angel mode.
“It seems ridiculous when you put it like that. The idea that there could be such powerful and awe-inspiring phenomenon in the universe with no Creator behind them seems absurd. Here I am riding down route one, on a Harley I didn’t even know how to drive – having the deepest metaphysical conversation of my life – with the most gorgeous woman ever – and it’s a telepathic conversation at that! I better not wake up and realize this is a dream!”
A few silky strands of Gabby’s hair were blown by the wind to caress my cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re not dreaming – in fact this is probably the most real experience you’ve ever had.”
I realized she was right. “That’s true! I feel more awake and alive than I’ve ever been. I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt. I love being with you.”
“Don’t get too attached.” Gabby warned me. “I’m only here for two weeks in Earth time, Bo. That’s all the time I have and then I have to leave.”
When and why did you begin writing? I became truly motivated to write it after my mother’s passing. Partially to help me cope with the loss.
What genre are you most comfortable writing? I love fiction; I’ve always had a very vivid imagination.
What projects are you working on at the moment?
Jack Canon will return in the sequel, Women of the House, Love Lust and Loyalty – which is due for release later this year. I asked a reviewer to take a look at the pre-release and she said it a lot better than I could - “This is one of those stories that possess the ability to seize your attention from the first few lines till the last. With the entire realistic political spectrum, the heart-thumping action and the overflowing glamour, it doesn’t only glue you to your seats but makes you greedy enough to finish it in one go.”– Gladys Nicolas, Gladys Book Nook
I’ll just add it’s a wild ride, maybe too bumpy for some. But, I wanted the sequel to push the envelope, so I pulled out all the stops. I don’t if maybe I went to far. My 5 second elevator pitch is - ”Think the Wedding of the Decade meets the Crime of the Century. International Espionage, Global Terrorism, Staggering Wealth, and a Cabal of Greed that threatens our way of life. In addition there’s Romantic Entanglement that’s impossible to ignore. Warning – May cause blushing in some readers.
Note: I am currently working on Gabby, Angel of God. Briefly, an angel comes to earth for a two week adventure. She’s beautiful, powerful, and here to help. She gets deeply involved in the lives of those she comes in contact with, she has amazing qualities. Please watch for the release in 2014. Here’s a brief excerpt from Gabby, Angel of God.
“I’ve got to go to Brunswick, Bo, would you take me? We could borrow the motorcycle; Wesley won’t need it anymore.”
I didn’t want to admit that I’ve never driven a Harley before. I’d driven a few motorbikes when I was a kid, but I didn’t think I could handle a full-size Harley the first time out.
“Who said anything about you driving?” Gabby teased me. She was reading my thoughts again. “You’ll do fine,” she added.
“I’ll give it a try.” She had wounded my masculine pride so I was determined to rise to the challenge. I jumped onto the bike, propped it upright, and steadied it off the kickstand. Instinctively, I reached for the handgrip, rolled it to quarter throttle and pushed my thumb on the starter button. The bike roared to a deep-throated rumble. I pulled back racing the engine, “Hop on!”
Gabby climbed on the back and sat really close to me on the small seat. She reached her arms around my waist and hugged, laying her head sideways, her cheek to my back. I kicked the gear lever down and heard the tranny knock into place. I operated on instinct and figured it was one down and five up on the gears. Things were coming easier to me. I became convinced that I could drive this hog.
“Hold on,” I hollered back, even though she was already holding tight. I gave it some gas, released the clutch, and gave her a half throttle twist as we roared into the street. Barely four seconds into the ride and I had already been through three of the gears. “This is a blast!” I shouted.
“You don’t need to yell, Bo.” Gabby switched to talking in my head because of the noise from the motorcycle.
“Oh, sorry.” I felt a little bad about yelling. Presumably angels have really great hearing.
“You’ll get used to me. Do you really think I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, Bo?” I could feel her cheek move against my back as she smiled.
“You’re so beautiful my heart is shivering. Even in my dreams I’ve never seen anything so amazing. In all my life I never imagined anyone or anything could be as beautiful as you.”
“You’re very certain Bo. Tell me, how many angels have you seen?’
“Just you, but I know beautiful when I see it.” My absolute conviction about that came through in my voice.
“Is that so?” Gabby sounded amused.
I was feeling curious. “Gabby, I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said, it’s hard to believe there are angels guarding the outer edges of the earth.”
“Didn’t you pay attention in science class – you remember the earth is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and traveling through space at eighteen miles per second, but angels protecting it is the part you find too amazing to believe?”
‘‘Well, when you put it like that.”
“Every morning you wake to a glowing red fireball in the sky and it doesn’t make you think, who put it there?” Gabby seemed to be in full instructional-angel mode.
“It seems ridiculous when you put it like that. The idea that there could be such powerful and awe-inspiring phenomenon in the universe with no Creator behind them seems absurd. Here I am riding down route one, on a Harley I didn’t even know how to drive – having the deepest metaphysical conversation of my life – with the most gorgeous woman ever – and it’s a telepathic conversation at that! I better not wake up and realize this is a dream!”
A few silky strands of Gabby’s hair were blown by the wind to caress my cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re not dreaming – in fact this is probably the most real experience you’ve ever had.”
I realized she was right. “That’s true! I feel more awake and alive than I’ve ever been. I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt. I love being with you.”
“Don’t get too attached.” Gabby warned me. “I’m only here for two weeks in Earth time, Bo. That’s all the time I have and then I have to leave.”
When and why did you begin writing? I became truly motivated to write it after my mother’s passing. Partially to help me cope with the loss.
What genre are you most comfortable writing? I love fiction; I’ve always had a very vivid imagination.
Author's Friend: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora
Author's Friend: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora: What projects are you working on at the moment? Jack Canon will return in the sequel, Women of the House, Love Lust and Loyalty – which ...
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Book Lover's Dream: Author Interview by Greg Sandora @gregsandora
Book Lover's Dream: Author Interview by Greg Sandora @gregsandora: Tell us what you’re working on at the moment. I am so excited about two projects, the first Jack Canon’s Women of the House is the sequel t...
Next Big Book Thing: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...
Next Big Book Thing: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...: Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign o...
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Creating Imaginations : Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
Creating Imaginations : Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: “That would be funny, the Wicked Witch of the West. You can print that she definitely doesn’t have a crush. But anything else, you wa...
Monday, November 11, 2013
Creating Imaginations : Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
Creating Imaginations : Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: “That would be funny, the Wicked Witch of the West. You can print that she definitely doesn’t have a crush. But anything else, you wa...
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Reading Away Life: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora
Reading Away Life: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora: When and why did you begin writing? I became truly motivated to write it after my mother’s passing. Partially to help me cope with the los...
My Love for Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
My Love for Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: The only thing that gave me a worse vibe than these two was Gene’s taste in decorating. The ceilings were about 30 feet high and three walls...
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Non-Stop Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
Non-Stop Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: The only thing that gave me a worse vibe than these two was Gene’s taste in decorating. The ceilings were about 30 feet high and three walls...
Saturday, November 2, 2013
The Book Connoisseur: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora
The Book Connoisseur: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora: Take a Journey for the Greater Good in this intensely gripping, loving thriller. Join Jack Canon and his insanely loyal team of friends an...
Friday, November 1, 2013
My Journey through editing of Jack Canon-All In (Available Jan 15, 2013): Bookish Madness: Author Interview with Greg Sandor...
My Journey through editing of Jack Canon-All In (Available Jan 15, 2013): Bookish Madness: Author Interview with Greg Sandor...: Bookish Madness: Author Interview with Greg Sandora : I'm thrilled to host Greg Sandora on my blog today, author of political thriller &...
Need To Stop Reading: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora
Need To Stop Reading: Author Interview - Greg Sandora @gregsandora: How long did it take you to write the book? It took me six months from start to finish to write the first draft of Jack Canon’s American...
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
A Zoo of Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora
A Zoo of Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora: Take a Journey for the Greater Good in this intensely gripping, loving thriller. Join Jack Canon and his insanely loyal team of friends and...
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Keeping Sane with Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
Keeping Sane with Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: The only thing that gave me a worse vibe than these two was Gene’s taste in decorating. The ceilings were about 30 feet high and three walls...
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Bookish Madness: Book Review Jack Canon's American Destiny
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Bookish Madness: Author Interview with Greg Sandora: I'm thrilled to host Greg Sandora on my blog today, author of political thriller "Jack Canon's American Destiny". Tha...
Life Altering Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora
Life Altering Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora: Take a Journey for the Greater Good in this intensely gripping, loving thriller. Join Jack Canon and his insanely loyal team of friends an...
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Brainy Book Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...
Brainy Book Reads: Jack Canon’s American Destiny (Excerpt) by Greg Sa...: Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign o...
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Books & More Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...
Books & More Books: Jack Canon’s American Destiny by Greg Sandora @gre...: Take a Journey for the Greater Good in this intensely gripping, loving thriller. Join Jack Canon and his insanely loyal team of friends an...
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Available Now! Print and Kindle
Political Thriller Comes to Paperback an Exciting New Release from Itoh Press
Ft Myers, FL -- (SBWIRE) -- 03/22/2013 -- Political thrillers grab readers by the frustrations and give their minds a good shake. In a time when little gets done in real world politics, and the excuses and accusations are lame, the political thriller novel fulfills a need to see change happen fast, concluding with sweeping drama. This week Itoh Press will release the paperback edition of "Jack Canon's American Destiny", a political thriller which has gained a word-of-mouth following in its current ebook format.
Author Greg Sandora wrote "Jack Canon's American Destiny" as a first person narrative from the point of view of a liberal politician, Jack Canon, running effectively for President Of The United States, when no one in corporate or political power wants him to succeed. A flawed character himself, Jack Canon must face down character assassination plots and murder attempts, on himself and those close to him, all in an effort to move him off political center stage.
Sandora brings the reader intimately inside the head of Jack Canon, a true-believer, a man in love with two women, charismatic, somewhere between Jack Kennedy and Hemingway, with a passion for his friends and his beliefs. The novel is unlike many political thrillers, though as suspenseful on the intrigue as the best political novels, this isn't just a political thriller, but a character study, and a study of love and friendship among truly human characters.
The genre of the political thriller serves all shades of the political spectrum. No one character of a particular political color is immune from being cast as the hero or villain in the political thriller. However, it exists as a genre where most practitioners take a conservative leaning, where a clear protagonist is drawn with only minor flaws. The combination of a liberal politician who struggles with his own passions brings a refreshing dimension to the political thriller. That such a person might have political savvy to successfully go up against violent and unchecked powers in the country reflects the best hopes that we as a people have in our political process.
Greg Sandora's says of his novel, "This is a story I've always wanted to see myself. Jack Canon's destiny is to make things right. The wealthy in this country have picked on the foreclosed carcass of the middle class. Jack Canon is a charismatic leader who goes 'All In' to make things right. The climax is so shocking you'll pull the covers and draw the shades."
About Greg Sandora
Greg Sandora, author of "Jack Canon's American Destiny", grew up with parents who followed their passions and has spent his life doing the same. After owning an award winning fitness center in his hometown of Portland, Maine, Sandora moved to Ft Myers, Florida where he currently writes and works as a professional manager.
Greg Sandora, author of "Jack Canon's American Destiny", grew up with parents who followed their passions and has spent his life doing the same. After owning an award winning fitness center in his hometown of Portland, Maine, Sandora moved to Ft Myers, Florida where he currently writes and works as a professional manager.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Author and Book Buzz: Author Interview with Greg Sandora: Jack Canon's A...
Author and Book Buzz: Author Interview with Greg Sandora: Jack Canon's A...: A conversation with Greg Sandora, author of Jack Canon's American Destiny Why did you feel you had to tell this story? I alwa...
Friday, March 8, 2013
Book: Jack Canon's American Destiny by Gregory Sandora
about his book: A story that must be told...
The longest recession in history has left ordinary Americans hurting, millions have lost their homes. People are hungry, some are freezing. The rich have gotten richer and wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few. Senator Jack Canon, a rising star in Washington, knows he can make a difference...but at what price?
You'll forget this story is fiction...The Government is corrupt...the system has failed us...tender romance...love...passion...murder...revenge. Jack Canon is going to br President of the United States no matter what!
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• Excerpt One - Jack, Sandy and the racecar.
"Jack, you've got senior staff in 20 minutes." Sandy's voice had an almost musical quality. She rarely spoke to me in anything but the most dulcet tones, a trait which matched her pleasing personality.
"Hey, Sandy," I jumped up from my seat and moved quickly towards her.
"Come with me; I want to show you something."
"What's going on, Jack? You seem excited."
I didn't answer - instead I led her gently by the arm toward the seventh floor elevator. We passed several staff members busy working at their desks, each calling out like dominoes, one after the other, "Hey Jack." I smiled and gave thumbs up as Sandy and I hurried past.
"Damn, the elevator's busy; let's take the stairs."
"Do we have enough time, Jack?" Sounding concerned as we turned the corner.
Ignoring the question, I pushed open the door and started down the steps. Sandy had one hand gripping the cold metal railing and her other digging into my arm for support, luckily she had short nails. A couple of years ago, I mentioned I didn't like the plastic ones she was wearing. The next day she came into the office, plopped both hands down on my desk, and said, "I cut my nails, Jack!"
It was hard for her to move fast in high heels with her skirt fitted snug just above the knee. She managed by holding tight to my arm, scuffing along, taking quick small steps.
"I'm parked on the third floor of the parking garage. Keep going; it's only one more floor."
"Jack, I'm out of breath," Sandy said as I pushed open the door to P3.
We entered a large open area to see a shiny sports car parked alone.
"It's my new car; you like it?"
"What is it?"
"It's a car," Teasing, knowing what she meant.
"I know it's a car, what kind is it? I've never seen anything like it."
"Don't feel bad. I didn't know either; I had to look it up. It's French made, a Bugatti. The guy that delivered it said it's one of a kind."
Sitting before us was a machine that pushed the envelope to unreal. Lines so amazing it seemed to be in motion just standing still. The Bugatti Veyron is basically a street legal racecar. Exciting as all hell to drive. I never dreamed I'd own an automobile that could hit a top speed over 250 miles per hour. Truth is, before last night I didn't even know I wanted one.
My version was custom painted black metallic with shiny chrome over dazzling wheel rims in a wave pattern over the single door. The porcelain moldings formed a body impossible to duplicate with steel alone. The styling was accentuated by a triple round grill that gave
the car personality and elevated the handcrafted masterpiece to a work of art. To say this car was rare was an understatement; I'd seen only one similar car and that was in a magazine. The Bugatti was hot, a real head turner, all eyes were on it as I drove to the office this morning.
Sandy said, "It's beautiful, Jack When did you get it?"
"They just dropped it off last night." I ran around the car and opened the passenger side door for her.
"Sandy, get in. Let's go for a spin around the block; we've got time." She tried to enter, first sideways then lowering herself gracefully as far as she could. Instead, she ended up plopping down, practically falling into the very low seat. She crossed her legs, trying to get situated and buckled in. The seats were so steeply angled, they looked like twin toboggans racing downhill. Watching Sandy try to get comfortable, I thought cars like these are not made for long drives or tight skirts.
Sandy warned, "I hope you're gonna take it easy, Jack?"
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• Excerpt Two - From the collection of creepy billionaire Gene Hobbs
I read the inscribed; Queen Katherine emerged just before nine in the morning. A rain the night before had turned the courtyard muddy to our ankles. The streets containing the foul smell of chicken scratch and horse urine slurried into the mix. Gawkers' pushed for position and strained to see the delicate
fawn-like Katherine as she walked barefoot clothed only in a very plain and simple linen dress. The exposed skin of her upper chest was so pale I could see the ghostly blue vein patchwork just beneath. The last time I had seen the young queen she was amazing, the most beautiful women in all England. Fancily dressed and bright riding in an open coach smiling sweetly waving to her subjects, I fancied the thought our eyes might have met for a second.
'Spill her blood,' a spectator called out. I thought what cowards this mob content to stand by and watch. Greedily clinging to their own lives – any one of which could be wrenched from him in a second.
This bitter gray morning the little Queen made her way slowly up to the old worn wooden steps pausing briefly, turning sad Doe eyes back to the crowd. A pitiful thin waif of a child so helpless and demure, Katherine continued up the stairs carefully gripping the railing as if it were her mothers hand, that somehow she might be swept away from all this.
Once upon the platform, facing the crowd full on her tiny limbs were exposed and pale, a simple dress hanging over her nearly shapeless frame. She wore no jewelry her one remaining vanity long hair perfectly combed. The henchman placed her firmly against the block and with a blank and helpless stare Katherine moved her beautiful locks to one side exposing her slender neck.
I waited for her to jump to her feet and scream out in defiance, "What have I done that your precious King isn't guilty of?"
This is the Story I always wanted to see at the movies...think the passion of the godfather meets the romance and innocence of camelot.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Released This Morning! Jack Canon's American Destiny
To all my friends who have waited for the release of my book - Jack Canon's American Destiny - it is being released this morning on Amazon and at Barnes and Noble - Check out either site for a sample - Let me know what you think. Thank God
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Working on the Sequel
Itoh Press set me up with a great edit team that has helped me to improve on the book. Launch date is now two weeks out. Without changing the story we work as a team to grind and polish. I am looking forward to my friends and family - everyone I love to read it. I'm up before daylight working on the sequel - Clean Sweep - - it's not about a cleaning company. An excerpt:
“I can’t believe it either, the times flown,” speaking the words while her perfectly manicured teal toes brushed tenderly at my leg. Rolling her ankle, nearly slipping out of her remaining black and white checked heel, sat the perfect vision of Marilyn Monroe, but for the office. Balanced leaning back on her arms - a smarter version with classy black frames accentuated through dazzling platinum blonde hair. A look I enjoy and she works it.
“Jack?” Pouting through pink gloss lips.
“What honey?”
“How come you wouldn’t text me back last night? Gosh… I kept trying... you. You know I can’t sleep when I don’t hear from you.” Soft and alluring, Sandy’s voice was a combination siren’s song and something an angel might sound like. I pictured her with radiant white wings stretched out behind her.
“Honey I couldn’t break free - last night was complicated. I had a situation to deal with.”
“Was it National Security, Jack?”
“Not Quite.”
“Cause, if you’re busy you can always just text me a quick little something. A couple of letters would do. Maybe - l – o - v - e - I’ll figure it out.” Sandy giggled as she spelled, forcing her lower lip out, “At least I’ll know you’re not ignoring me.” Turning her head to focus out the window her tight curls bounced. “Jack…I felt so alone last night.”
I motioned to pull her gaze. She wasn’t noticing or was pretending not to. Picking her shoe up off the floor I gently placed it on her foot - like she was Cinderella. “I’m sorry honey…yesterday around eight o’clock just as I was finishing up...
“I can’t believe it either, the times flown,” speaking the words while her perfectly manicured teal toes brushed tenderly at my leg. Rolling her ankle, nearly slipping out of her remaining black and white checked heel, sat the perfect vision of Marilyn Monroe, but for the office. Balanced leaning back on her arms - a smarter version with classy black frames accentuated through dazzling platinum blonde hair. A look I enjoy and she works it.
“Jack?” Pouting through pink gloss lips.
“What honey?”
“How come you wouldn’t text me back last night? Gosh… I kept trying... you. You know I can’t sleep when I don’t hear from you.” Soft and alluring, Sandy’s voice was a combination siren’s song and something an angel might sound like. I pictured her with radiant white wings stretched out behind her.
“Honey I couldn’t break free - last night was complicated. I had a situation to deal with.”
“Was it National Security, Jack?”
“Not Quite.”
“Cause, if you’re busy you can always just text me a quick little something. A couple of letters would do. Maybe - l – o - v - e - I’ll figure it out.” Sandy giggled as she spelled, forcing her lower lip out, “At least I’ll know you’re not ignoring me.” Turning her head to focus out the window her tight curls bounced. “Jack…I felt so alone last night.”
I motioned to pull her gaze. She wasn’t noticing or was pretending not to. Picking her shoe up off the floor I gently placed it on her foot - like she was Cinderella. “I’m sorry honey…yesterday around eight o’clock just as I was finishing up...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
QUeen Katherine - Henry's Youngest Bride
Thanks to all who read the unedited and gave nice comments. Here's an excerpt:
This bitter gray morning the little Queen made her way slowly up to the old worn wooden steps pausing briefly, turning sad Doe eyes back to the crowd. A pitiful thin waif of a child so helpless and demure, Katherine continued up the stairs carefully gripping the railing as if it were her mothers hand, that somehow she might be swept away from all this.
Once upon the platform, facing the crowd full on her tiny limbs were exposed and pale, a simple dress hanging over her nearly shapeless frame. She wore no jewelry her one remaining vanity long hair perfectly combed. The henchman placed her firmly against the block and with a blank and helpless stare Katherine moved her beautiful locks to one side exposing her slender neck.
Tip had warned me about Juarez nicknamed the Cuban.
"Good evening Senator, I too am very pleased to make your acquaintance," he said in a very soft-spoken Cuban voice. The man obviously in his very late seventies maybe early eighties was almost sheepish and his handshake was soft. His health looked frail and I was surprised at his age with his obvious wealth he’d be hanging in this group. I thought he should be spending what time he had left trying to find joy and peace.
The only thing that gave me a worse vibe than these two was Gene’s taste in decorating. The ceilings were about 30 feet high and three walls held books up to about the first 15 feet, after which was a very large landing around three quarters of the room. The wall opposite the door was made up of five floor to ceiling arched windows. The bottom six feet of each had colonial muttons and were partially opened allowing the outside winter cold to fight with the heat in the room. On the landings above the bookshelves were housed various artifacts of torture.
Gene saw me noticing, "These are from the collection of King Henry he boasted."
There were guillotines and stretching racks and other devices all made of aged wood and black iron. Some had big weathered chain links hanging from them and leather straps. There were black iron turning wheels, the sight was gruesome.
Gene motioned to a large axe with a semi circular blade and an unusually long thick handle.
"This is my prized piece of the entire collection - the axe used to behead Katherine, Henry’s youngest bride." Mounted next to the axe on a polished cherry post was a scrap of parchment. Next to it carved in gold lettering over black onyx was inscribed an onlooker. The parchment had faded to an almost illegible degree and was kept behind glass.
Gene said, "The onlookers account is sealed in helium just like the Declaration of Independence to preserve it." I’ve had it authenticated by historian’s expert in the period. The words were transferred onto the stone.
The eerie account told of the misty morning when the helpless fair-haired teenager, a mere girl forced to lay under the weight of the wealth of England, was led to her death.
I read the inscribed; Queen Katherine emerged just before nine in the morning. A rain the night before had turned the courtyard muddy to our ankles. The streets containing the foul smell of chicken scratch and horse urine slurried into the mix. Gawkers’ pushed for position and strained to see the delicate fa
wn-like Katherine as she walked barefoot clothed only in a very plain and simple linen dress. The exposed skin of her upper chest was so pale I could see the ghostly blue vein patchwork just beneath. The last time I had seen the young queen she was amazing, the most beautiful women in all England. Fancily dressed and bright riding in an open coach smiling sweetly waving to her subjects, I fancied the thought our eyes might have met for a second.
‘Spill her blood,’ a spectator called out. I thought what cowards this mob content to stand by and watch. Greedily clinging to their own lives – any one of which could be wrenched from him in a second.
This bitter gray morning the little Queen made her way slowly up to the old worn wooden steps pausing briefly, turning sad Doe eyes back to the crowd. A pitiful thin waif of a child so helpless and demure, Katherine continued up the stairs carefully gripping the railing as if it were her mothers hand, that somehow she might be swept away from all this.
Once upon the platform, facing the crowd full on her tiny limbs were exposed and pale, a simple dress hanging over her nearly shapeless frame. She wore no jewelry her one remaining vanity long hair perfectly combed. The henchman placed her firmly against the block and with a blank and helpless stare Katherine moved her beautiful locks to one side exposing her slender neck.
I waited for her to jump to her feet and scream out in defiance, "What have I done that your precious King isn’t guilty of?"
Laying her head sideways on the block, she awaited her fate in silence.
The black hooded killer appeared to us like a giant, standing over her a moment before even the handle of the axe and the blade had been taller than the living little queen. He drew back –
I heard the neck cracking then a thud as the girls head crashed to the platform floor. Steam rose from the blood pouring in a warm pool from the lifeless body slumped behind the block.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Excerpt Jack and Bud jilted by the DNC
Time flies,
it hardly seems possible that just three months ago Bud and I were summoned to the Washington Offices of Henry Baines Truscott, the head of the Democratic National Committee. We were happy Bud thought we were getting the call. Before the meeting we imagined all the possibilities of being officially endorsed by the party. It was the feather in our cap that could propel us forward. It would sure make things a lot easier lining up the party faithful.
"They want you to run," Bud whispered just before we were ushered into the corner office of the Chairman. "They’re making the right move they know you’ll bring a lot of votes in on your coattails. It was rare to see Bud this excited. There was a spring in his step, he literally beamed with anticipation.
Henry Truscott was a tall impish man of Scotch – Irish decent. He was young looking at forty-five, but the new Chairman of the DNC had a weak looking build. His most imposing feature was his shoe polish black hair worn slicked back over his high forehead. Henry had eager looking eyes exaggerated through the amplification of thick lens-end black rimmed glasses. He was driven to gain political power as a substitute for his lack of physical prowess. Everyone who knew him recognized at least that.
"Gentlemen," Henry beckoned us to a large antique conference table.
Speaking through his trademark toothy grin, "Jack so glad you could make it." He said, extending his hand forward.
"Bud it’s always good to see you, have a seat," motioning to the large high back leather chairs positioned evenly around the dark oak table, "of course you know the speaker."
The Chairman was joined by the former Speaker of the House Herb Farley, a white-haired three hundred pound bear of a man with a triple chin and double stomach. The speaker held out his meaty paw to shake our hands. I didn’t know the speaker personally, we’d met casually at a few Washington Parties, but our paths didn’t cross too often. I did know he wasn’t to be trusted, his reputation as an opportunist preceded him. But, that could be said of most the Hill, after all, who wasn’t looking out for their own ass in this town.
"Jack, I’m a fan of your work in the Senate," he boomed. The speaker’s forehead was damp with perspiration around the edges of his hairline. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it.
"Thank you Mr. Speaker," I was guarded, but always friendly.
"Call me Herb, please Jack."
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Excerpt Jack, Sandy and the racecar
Drive,” I said, and with both hands on the wheel at ten and two, I asked Sandy “are you ready?” Before she could answer, I pressed my foot down on the pedal. The tires spun, smoking for a second on the slick cement floor. I smelled the hint of burning rubber as we laid our first 10-foot strip.
We were off!
“Hold on Sandy,” I warned as we slowed quickly to negotiate the first turn.
“Please be car...eful,” Sandy pleaded as we tore through it. The thick rear of the car fishtailing, tires screeching, turn by turn we made it to the ground level. We tested the acceleration racing full throttle the entire length of the floor. I hit the brakes hard skidding right through the exit booth. The attendant raised the traffic arm just in time.
Ceramic Brake Pads built to withstand enormous heat allowed the car to stop faster than it accelerated 60 to zero in a mere 2.3 seconds…on this stop I could’ve used another tenth second for Sandy’s sake.
“Oh my God Jack you almost hit the bar, you’re the last guy on earth that should own a car that goes this fast.”
“Oh Honey, I knew we weren’t gonna hit the bar. This car was made for this type of handling.”
I really did know it as fact, in practice this morning, me and the kid worked it out. I slipped him a twenty.
“You think that was fast you haven’t seen nothing yet!”
“No I really have,” Sandy grabbed tight to the armrests.
Looking only to my left I hit the gas and we flew out into the street.
“Jack are you sure…?”
I answered by putting the pedal to the floor, “We’ll just take her around the block.”
We could feel only mild vibration as we tested the claim of zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. We were momentarily pinned back in our seats.
“Wow!” I said. Driving as fast as I could barely stopping at one corner before speeding up to the next, each time announcing to Sandy how fast we’d gotten up to.
“She just kept saying “You’re gonna get us killed.”
“The last run was our best, Sandy sixty-eight!” I told her proud of myself. When we got back to our starting point we turned into the garage. I stopped briefly, thanked the attendant and grabbed a ticket.
Sandy said, “Pleeease Jack can we just take it easy now?”
The cockpit was relatively quiet, even with all the commotion we created. Tires screeching, rear end fishtailing, burning rubber all the way to the third level.
On the way up, I told Sandy, “It sounds worse than it is!”
“Off!” One final command and the powerful machine instantly fell into motionless repose.
“Jack! Driving with you feels like sitting in a rocket sled perched on a banana peel. I feel like I just lifted off in the space shuttle, you’re impossible! Really Jack, you try sitting in the death seat with someone driving like that! I nearly put my foot through the floor trying to stop the car myself.”
Sandy threatened with a look like she’d never get in my car again. This time I think she meant it.
“We have to take the elevator this skirt is too tight for me to climb stairs.” I was laughing exhilarated as we hurried towards the exit. Sandy was trying her best to keep up, one hand on my shoulder the other on my arm for balance. I pushed the button and showed her my watch, “See we made it.”
“Jack we’ve only made it to the elevator,” she said slightly exaggerating her out of breath. She was shaking a bit. I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked down deep into her eyes,
“Don’t worry I sent everyone a text before we left to hold off for 20 minutes, I just wanted to take you for a ride and have some fun. Wasn’t that an awesome adrenaline rush?”
We were off!
“Hold on Sandy,” I warned as we slowed quickly to negotiate the first turn.
“Please be car...eful,” Sandy pleaded as we tore through it. The thick rear of the car fishtailing, tires screeching, turn by turn we made it to the ground level. We tested the acceleration racing full throttle the entire length of the floor. I hit the brakes hard skidding right through the exit booth. The attendant raised the traffic arm just in time.
Ceramic Brake Pads built to withstand enormous heat allowed the car to stop faster than it accelerated 60 to zero in a mere 2.3 seconds…on this stop I could’ve used another tenth second for Sandy’s sake.
“Oh my God Jack you almost hit the bar, you’re the last guy on earth that should own a car that goes this fast.”
“Oh Honey, I knew we weren’t gonna hit the bar. This car was made for this type of handling.”
I really did know it as fact, in practice this morning, me and the kid worked it out. I slipped him a twenty.
“You think that was fast you haven’t seen nothing yet!”
“No I really have,” Sandy grabbed tight to the armrests.
Looking only to my left I hit the gas and we flew out into the street.
“Jack are you sure…?”
I answered by putting the pedal to the floor, “We’ll just take her around the block.”
We could feel only mild vibration as we tested the claim of zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. We were momentarily pinned back in our seats.
“Wow!” I said. Driving as fast as I could barely stopping at one corner before speeding up to the next, each time announcing to Sandy how fast we’d gotten up to.
“She just kept saying “You’re gonna get us killed.”
“The last run was our best, Sandy sixty-eight!” I told her proud of myself. When we got back to our starting point we turned into the garage. I stopped briefly, thanked the attendant and grabbed a ticket.
Sandy said, “Pleeease Jack can we just take it easy now?”
The cockpit was relatively quiet, even with all the commotion we created. Tires screeching, rear end fishtailing, burning rubber all the way to the third level.
On the way up, I told Sandy, “It sounds worse than it is!”
“Off!” One final command and the powerful machine instantly fell into motionless repose.
“Jack! Driving with you feels like sitting in a rocket sled perched on a banana peel. I feel like I just lifted off in the space shuttle, you’re impossible! Really Jack, you try sitting in the death seat with someone driving like that! I nearly put my foot through the floor trying to stop the car myself.”
Sandy threatened with a look like she’d never get in my car again. This time I think she meant it.
“We have to take the elevator this skirt is too tight for me to climb stairs.” I was laughing exhilarated as we hurried towards the exit. Sandy was trying her best to keep up, one hand on my shoulder the other on my arm for balance. I pushed the button and showed her my watch, “See we made it.”
“Jack we’ve only made it to the elevator,” she said slightly exaggerating her out of breath. She was shaking a bit. I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked down deep into her eyes,
“Don’t worry I sent everyone a text before we left to hold off for 20 minutes, I just wanted to take you for a ride and have some fun. Wasn’t that an awesome adrenaline rush?”
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sandy and Jack
Spent the entire weekend from 5 a.m. to midnight on the final edit - will blog about the process - here's a brief excerpt:
“Great Jack, I’ll put together a tentative list and we’ll go over it when you can focus.”
Sandy turned and did an exaggerated one foot crossing the other walk, accentuating her hip movements as she left the room. If she wasn’t getting my attention in the room she was determined to get it going out.
Bud shook his head, “She’s a tease.”
“She’s right Bud, you don’t give her much credit, remember she graduated cum laude from Boston.”
“In journalism, for Pete’s sakes Jack, get real.”
“You just don’t like reporters.”
“No really, don’t you think it’s odd that in all the years you’ve known Sandy she’s never had a boyfriend. Hell, I don’t ever remember her having a date?”
“What are you getting at?”
“She’s a beautiful women Jack, where I come there’s a line around the block for a girl like that.”
“Well for one thing she never stops working, you know sometimes she’s texting me late into the evening.”
“She should put herself out there, get married.”
“I’ve begged her to take some time off but she never does.”
“What a waste.”
Bud was right Sandy didn’t have much of a personal life, it was my fault, I had her managing both the Campaign Administrative Staff and the Senate Office.
“I never thought I’d say this, but we may be working the girl to hard Jack.”
“I’ve taken her out a couple of times after work for Martinis.”
“Does she ever mention her personal life?"
“Not really, we talk mostly about work and me being President. She really wants it for me.”
Sandy usually accompanies me on business trips to help me stay organized. She’s a kindred spirit and knows first hand the difficulties of being a Senator.
“Jack running for President can rip you apart if you are not ready. I just hope she understands that we’re in a dogfight, any misstep in this arena and they’ll eat us alive. You know how I worry.”
“Relax she knows we’ll do whatever it takes to win.”
“But can she keep it to herself?”
“Great Jack, I’ll put together a tentative list and we’ll go over it when you can focus.”
Sandy turned and did an exaggerated one foot crossing the other walk, accentuating her hip movements as she left the room. If she wasn’t getting my attention in the room she was determined to get it going out.
Bud shook his head, “She’s a tease.”
“She’s right Bud, you don’t give her much credit, remember she graduated cum laude from Boston.”
“In journalism, for Pete’s sakes Jack, get real.”
“You just don’t like reporters.”
“No really, don’t you think it’s odd that in all the years you’ve known Sandy she’s never had a boyfriend. Hell, I don’t ever remember her having a date?”
“What are you getting at?”
“She’s a beautiful women Jack, where I come there’s a line around the block for a girl like that.”
“Well for one thing she never stops working, you know sometimes she’s texting me late into the evening.”
“She should put herself out there, get married.”
“I’ve begged her to take some time off but she never does.”
“What a waste.”
Bud was right Sandy didn’t have much of a personal life, it was my fault, I had her managing both the Campaign Administrative Staff and the Senate Office.
“I never thought I’d say this, but we may be working the girl to hard Jack.”
“I’ve taken her out a couple of times after work for Martinis.”
“Does she ever mention her personal life?"
“Not really, we talk mostly about work and me being President. She really wants it for me.”
Sandy usually accompanies me on business trips to help me stay organized. She’s a kindred spirit and knows first hand the difficulties of being a Senator.
“Jack running for President can rip you apart if you are not ready. I just hope she understands that we’re in a dogfight, any misstep in this arena and they’ll eat us alive. You know how I worry.”
“Relax she knows we’ll do whatever it takes to win.”
“But can she keep it to herself?”
Friday, January 25, 2013
Brief Excerpt Jack Canon's American Destiny
Sandy Collins, my assistant, sticks her head in,
peeking around the door, "Morning Jack, how you doing?" Check out my Website to read more... www.gregsandora.com
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Working hard on the Edit and about my blog
My Blog is meant to be fun, informative - I'm going through a new process and learning - it's so much fun. Those who know me understand my humor - so take the blog with a grain of salt and laugh along when I rant - Speaking of editing it's Hard work though - got my instructions from the Chief Editor what to look for and corrections, then stayed up late into the evening to get the job done. I work full time and write usually 10 PM after our shows until midnight or 1 AM. Sometimes this blog will be raw because you can get a little punchy late in the evening. I am so grateful to God for the opportunity. Thanks to all my friends old and new who have watched the video book trailer - where I'm from a small town in Maine just outside Portland it means a lot. Anyway If you're reading this you are part of the making of Jack Canon's American Destiny. Named for my Grandfather who proudly made his way through life raising three beautiful daughters, who then raised four of their own, each prettier than the next. And, for my son Canon - smart, handsome, caring - he doesn't care now - but, I'm hoping it means something to him later. I've used names of some of the most prominent people in our lives - Casie my stunningly beautiful little girl is the nurse and her wonderful friend Becca inspired the mission worker who devoted her life to the children. The list goes on and on - Bill and Steve Mitchell - we discussed it - in addition to our plans to walk the way someday soon - which Kathy and I are looking forward to. The story has tenderness, love, danger, murder, betrayal, fantasy, cruelty, lust, and all the emotion I could pack into 334 pages. The woman are beautiful just like in my real life - the men take action are decisive, make no apologies - and don't look back. I Love to write, and am greateful to everyone who follows this blog...do me a favor and watch the trailer and like it on youtube or link to friends on facebook - it means alot...
Sunday, January 20, 2013
I had fun making the trailer to Jack Canon's American Destiny
Check out the Book Trailer and leave a comment. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iZWIKjmKMA
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Excerpt from a story I'm working on...
Galloping through the English Countryside Elizabeth could feel the warm breath
of her Royal White Steed snorting the wind. She didn’t know this would be their
final picnic together. Jumping from her prize mount she ran into a meadow
clutching her basket.
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Go to www.gregsandora.com to read the rest.
Monday, January 14, 2013
My New Website
Hi Everyone - Check out the Cover of American Destiny on my website - Also the Synopsis - www.gregsandora.com
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Hi Everyone - Exciting Day - Check out my New Cover AMERICAN DESTINY being released by Itoh Press this Month. Please let me know what you think? And, If you would like to review the Book let me know - Readers? http://www.itohpress.com/authors--books.html
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Excerpt Jack Canon's American Destiny This Time He's All In
It's the steamy summer of
2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A
long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the
hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege,
a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United
States--no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world
orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires--the wrong people are dead--a
manhunt points to the unthinkable--The President of the United States.
Rewind one year, Jack's
focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once
his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The
current President wants him alive--thinking he can win against an unabridged
liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a
thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even
murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack's just naughty enough to have you
falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he's
flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is
it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the
crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A
story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart
thumping climax so shocking you'll pull the covers and draw the shades! One
things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you'll be pulling for Jack!
He doesn't live by going
through the motions--Jack Canon's American Destiny, this Time He's All In
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Excerpt Jack Canon - American Destiny
"Ok Jack, so you took Lisa to the mall, how did you end up shopping with Lisa’s hairdresser of all people? You hate shopping."
"That’s the great part about the afternoon, I didn’t have to shop. I only had to carry a few Juicy Couture bags to the car." When we were in the salon while Lisa was getting her hair done, I mentioned to Jean Claude that she was going on a trip and that we came to get her a new outfit. Right there he offered to shop with her, he said he was born to shop. I lucked out. I wouldn’t have been much help anyway."
"You took Lisa to get her hair done?"
"Ya its funny we weren’t planning on it but when we got to the mall the first thing we saw was this fancy salon. I’ve always thought Lisa’s hair was frumpy, it was right in front of us like a sign so I offered to take her in there."
I had actually nudged her in that direction with my body but I left that out. I was going to add, you always say that hair is important, but thought that would only irritate her so I kept it to myself, saying only,
"To make her feel better I made a deal to get her hooked up within a year and I was feeling the pressure, I didn’t have a moment to waste."
"It’s your responsibility to get her hooked up with someone, that’s gotta be a joke. Are you still in high school? The Commander in Chief doesn’t have the time to be matchmaker. How could you promise her something like that?"
I thought if she only knew what I had been asked she would flip out.
"So your telling me that you just walked into a salon, I can’t get you near a salon with me."
"You’re gorgeous and you don’t want me with you while you’re getting your hair done. Plus this just came up over lunch, I figured why not help her out."
"Well this is actually a good thing Jack, maybe you can take your daughters next time they need a trim."
"Adjusting my pillow I said in the most tired sounding voice I could make,
"I’ll take them next time, I don’t mind."
I knew it would never happen. None of the women in my family would trust me for hair advice
. I turned over and closed my eyes. I was proud of myself for having the will power to close my mouth and leave out some details about the day.
Like earlier
, when Lisa and I walked into the salon the young women who walked over to greet us made quite an impression. Her movements caught my eye as we entered and I secretly hoped she’d be interacting with us. Walking like it was an art form she slinked her way toward the front reception area and strangely unlike most people the closer she got the better she looked. An all black mini dress barely covered her. From a high collar it scooped ultra low backless loosely draping her bottom revealing some of her sides and lowest back.
I could make out a couple tattoos without trying to hard. They were both in handwritten script; one across the exposed part of her foot read butterflies. The writing flowed beautifully at the angle of her heels. The other – four lines of a story centered across her ribs. Normally I don’t even like tattoos, (section left out of preview) - Once upon a time a girl got her heart broken…
Her hair was gorgeous, she wore it mid back length, stick straight, with bangs just touching the top of her softly brushed brows. Crazy, I’ve never liked black hair before, but I was fascinated by the shine.
Close up her face looked smooth as silk, like it was in soft focus. Her delicate features reminded me of a new fawn with giant eyes and a turned up nose. I thought the lighting must be magnificent in here so I looked over at Lisa to test the theory.
Lisa shot me a look like don’t you dare compare me to her. It wasn’t the lighting.
Face to face I focused on her steely blue eyes under large lids covered in smoky dark charcoal.
Her body language was saying no, quickly twitching her head. She looked Lisa up and down like she was nothing, and then briefly turned a dismissive glance towards me.
Through high gloss lips, that were a perfect match for a hot pink scarf she wore, she asked,
"What can we do for you today?"
I hadn’t heard a tone that condescending in years. I wasn’t used to being treated like that. The problem was, she had an attitude like we couldn’t believe. I thought, how can something all wrong, be so perfect.
Lisa seemed a little uncomfortable too. Then, I remembered, with my Boston Cap and Ray-Bans, I’m as invisible as any other middle aged guy would be to a girl her age.
As I was removing my sunglasses and cap, Lisa said sheepishly,
"Do you have anything available now for a walk in?"
"Right now?" Over a look like you can’t be serious.
"Well we’re on our lunch hour," Lisa managed.
During the verbal exchange I was scanning the salon for eye contact with anyone in charge. A man came quickly over,
"To what do we owe the pleasure today?"
The pink lips said, "I was just telling them we have nothing avail…"
"Nonsense," he said. Bumping her aside with his hip he moved directly to the middle of the counter.
"I’m Jean Claude, I’ll take it from here Daphne!" Shooting her an if looks could kill glance, he turned to us,
"Daphne does not realize that she may have just told the next President of the United States that we can’t help him. That will never do!"
Monday, January 7, 2013
Jack Canon American Destiny in Editing
It's Official the Editor for Jack Canon American Destiny has the manuscript. The cover art is being created, spoke with the publisher Itoh Press yesterday. As soon as the cover is ready I will post, Look for the book later this month. I am currently completing the second installment in the series titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. Please see an excerpt below:
Sandy sat on her usual perch at the edge of my desk - sipping seven am coffee - going over the day’s schedule, our morning routine." Uncrossing her legs just enough to nudge me with her bare foot.
"I can’t believe it either, the times flown," speaking the words while her perfectly manicured teal toes brushed tenderly at my leg. Rolling her ankle, nearly slipping out of her remaining black and white checked heel, sat the perfect vision of Marilyn Monroe, but for the office. Balanced leaning back on her arms - a smarter version with classy black frames accentuated through dazzling platinum blonde hair. A look I enjoy and she works it.
"Jack?" Pouting through pink gloss lips.
"What honey?"
"How come you wouldn’t text me back last night? Gosh… I kept trying you. You know I can’t sleep when I don’t hear from you." Soft and alluring, Sandy’s voice was a combination siren’s song and something an angel might sound like. I pictured her with radiant white wings stretched out behind her.
"Honey I couldn’t break free - last night was complicated. I had a situation to deal with."
"Was it National Security, Jack?"
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