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Good morning from Vegas,
The big news from Moran Publishing was the release yesterday of the paperback edition of COLOSSUS by Jette Harris. The book is quite striking, handsome even and I can't wait for readers to see it and experience it. I'm quite sure you'll love it. Click the cover image to visit the Amazon page for this new release!
The other book news from Moran Publishing - the status of Preface to a Suicide. I've finished the third draft of the novel and will start the fourth run through today - cleaning up the last bits of inconsistencies and such before I send the manuscript off to the editor for much needed love and attention. Once the novel hits the desk of the editor - the countdown to publication will begin.
I've waited a long time to share this novel will my readers and will work hard to publish the novel without more delay. It's *the* thing on my agenda (even above writing the first draft of Dissident - a novel I've written some 18k words to this point) - it will happen soon.
Until then, please enjoy the paperback release of Colossus. The paperback will find its way into the store on this site within a few days in some type of 'combo pack' with Ella.
Enjoy your weekend.
From Moran Publishing,
Stephen John Moran
Moran Publishing Presents
The Paperback version of COLOSSUS is now available from Amazon and Createspace. The list price is fifteen dollars and will also be available for direct purchase from the author, Jette Harris and soon in a combo pack with ELLA from the store on this website.
After three attempts, the book is finally ready to be shared with readers and I'm confident all will love the paperback. I will post when the product is available in the store on this site, but for now, simply click the book cover picture in this blog post to view the book at AMAZON.COM.
Sample a section from ELLA - A coming of age literary thriller about the journey of a young woman seeking revenge for a past filled with abuse. If you enjoy the sample, click the picture to visit the Amazon page for more details.
I hop out of the car and walk inside. There’s no need to turn around to know he will follow. The engine goes silent. His boots squish and squeak in the snow, coming closer until I feel him press against my back.
“Just open the door. It doesn’t matter anymore,” he grumbles.
Inside, I walk to the bedroom to change, not bothering to close the door. The wet winter clothes peel off my body. Putting on sweat pants, I enter the living room. His eyes lock onto my bare flesh and a smile changes to a frown as I pull a t-shirt over my head.
“Are you staying for dinner again?”
I know what the answer will be, so I grab the pots and pans for pasta and meatballs. Men will eat anything as long as they don’t have to cook. I notice him arranging my books in alphabetical order. Sighing, I turn my attention back to cooking.
“You look very pretty.”
I turn my head and stick my tongue out at him. “I’m wearing sweatpants, wise guy.”
“You’re barefoot and cooking me dinner.” He winks.
Men. “Forget that. You still haven’t told me what you think of my novel. You read it, right?”
“I read a few pages but couldn’t go on. How can I read a book that doesn’t have a title?”
“I don’t need a title yet. It’s a work in progress.”
“Make the title reflect the story.” He walks over and leans against the counter, watching me stir the pasta. “In other words, what’s this novel about?”
“The rise of women.”
Chuckling, he opens a bottle of wine and avoids looking at me. “Nobody wants to read about that. People want to escape reality.”
“What should I write about, fucking vampires that sparkle?” I accentuate each word by slamming the spatula on the end of the skillet.
“I don’t know. Sex and violence usually do the trick. That’s all I can say. After all, I’m a cop, not a writer.”
“That, I know.”
Despite my anger, I put an extra helping of meatballs on his plate. We sit and begin to eat, watching each other and drinking wine. He finishes and I get up to make him another plate when he breaks the silence.
“I must ask you one more question about that night.”
I slam my palm on the table, spilling wine on the tablecloth. Neither of us moves, and for a span of minutes, the ticking of my wall clock serves as the only sound in the room. I’m not going to talk about this with him. No. Not again.
“Why can’t you let this go? It’s been six months. You have asked me the same questions a hundred different ways. Why must you obsess over it?”
“Because a man died!”
“A man that three witnesses testified to seeing assault and rape me…”
He cuts me off. “Yes, but…”
I cut him off, too. “Roger, there are no ifs or buts. A man assaulted me. I killed him. The end.”
“There are…inconsistencies in your statements,” he says, measuring his words.
“I spent five years locked in a nut house, and you’re surprised there are inconsistencies in my statement? And they say I’m crazy.” My body trembles and my heart races.
He laughs, but his eyes probe me with unsaid questions and commentary. He pours another glass of wine, returning to his plate of pasta. His chewing slows and I feel his eyes on me. I can almost detect the sparks inside his mind—ideas churning in that cop orb that won’t let me out. My hand grips the bread knife, and the powerful urge to ram it into his neck comes over me.
“The part I don’t understand…” He stops to finish chewing.
I’m freaking out as I wait for doom, but I just listen.
“Where did all the money go?”
Money? What money is he talking about? He knows I have no money. Gulping the wine, I watch him for any clue. “What?” The word cracks in my throat.
“And why do you have men following you?”
“You should be able to answer that better than I can,” I murmur, sliding the knife off the table and into my lap. Can I reach him before he can react?
“One man seems to be a professional, though not a cop. The other one is…”
I try to speak, but my voice fails me.
“The FBI.” A wide smile rises on his fat cheeks.
“I haven’t noticed anyone following me.” I try to slow my breathing, the pace of my heart clouding my thoughts.
“You’d be the last to know.”
I wince. This cop logic seems sound, but what does he really know? What does he want me to say? After gathering my courage, I blurt out the only thing on my mind. “Tell me about the money.”
He taps his fingers on the table in drum roll imitation as I squirm in my seat, ready to leap at him. My phone vibrates with a new text message from an unknown number. As I grab the phone, Roger puts down his fork.
“Millions left to you have gone missing.” He shoots a sharp glance toward me.
“What? I don’t have millions of anything, let alone dollars.” I shake my head.
When I try to read the message on my phone, Roger’s eyes follow.
“All accounts are dated on the day of your eighteenth birthday.”
This can’t be true. Am I rich? But Roger has nothing to gain from lying. Why would he make this up?
“Tell me what’s in the FBI file.”
A wide grin spreads over his face when he opens the file. He appears proud to have this power over me.
“5’ 5”, eyes pale blue, hair blonde, skin like porcelain. Very attractive, could be a model, and uses her sexual attraction as a weapon. Quite intelligent. Prone to lying and manipulation to achieve goals. No moral or societal boundaries apply in her mind. Abused by father for years, guilty of patricide. Molested by the--”
Bolting out of my seat, I grab his arm and put my hand over his mouth. I clench my teeth. “Do. Not. Finish. That. Sentence.” If you do, it will be your last mistake.
Although he appears shocked, he remains still.
Shaking my head, I take my hand off of his mouth and finally read the text message on my phone.
Get out of the house. Do not tell him anything. Walk to the end of your street. Run through the woods to lose him. There will be a blue ‘74 Firebird waiting in the abandoned parking lot next to the car dealership. Keys are in the ignition. Drive to 555 Holden Avenue in Newtown, Connecticut.
I fall back into my seat and freeze. There are people watching. I feel my face flush, but before I can let the information settle in my head, the phone buzzes with another text.
DO NOT KILL HIM. HE IS WIRED. GET OUT NOW!
I slam the chair back against the refrigerator and bolt up. Walking straight to the entryway, I throw on wool socks, boots, and a winter jacket. His expression switches from shock to curiosity. I suppose this isn’t how he thought I’d react to his secrets.
Ignoring the advice of the text, I take the time to pack my writing materials, a computer tablet, and an extra phone charger. Roger continues drinking at the table. Maybe he doesn’t notice or care that I’m getting ready to leave. Pulling a knit cap over my hair, I exit the apartment without a word.
To the readers,
I am almost finished with the second draft of Preface to a Suicide and am starting to plan for the publication of this novel. One thing has become clear - this novel, due to subject nature, will be quite controversial - to the extent that I may have to offer a somewhat 'censored' version to keep the book from being 'banned'. However, I am not one to allow my work to be censored and will want the full original text to be available to my readers.
My idea is as follows - to offer an 'uncensored' version of Preface to a Suicide in paperback to be available only through Moran Publishing. Basically, I will offer the complete novel directly to my fans through this website. The paperback will be printed by the same company that printed the ELLA paperback, so the quality will be the same. However, I know there will be some people offended by this novel - so, the full 'unabridged' version will be of limited release - not to be offered at Amazon.com. The 'censored' version will be available at all the same outlets I am currently selling the ELLA novel.
I'd love to hear feedback on this idea. This method of release would also allow me to offer numbered and personalized paperbacks - truly 'special editions'. Let me know what you think and if you would be interested in purchasing the 'unabridged' version of Preface to a Suicide. Please ask any questions or leave comments on this post or on Facebook - and you can always tweet at @smoran26
Stephen John Moran
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HAPPY NEW YEAR
A new year has arrived and with it, the spirit of renewal and resolutions spread through social media. I'd like to start by thanking all the readers and giving a quick recap of 2015 - This website had over 44,000 visitors last year, more than doubling the amount of visitors from 2014. It was a successful year and I can only hope 2016 is as big of a success.
On to 2016 - the early part of the year will be about new releases. The first will be the paperback version of Colossus by Jette Harris. The final touches are being applied and the paperback will be available for sale soon! I can't wait to show readers the new book.
The next big project on the calendar will be the publication of Preface to a Suicide. This is a novel almost twenty years in the making and I can't wait to finally share the book with the world. I'm onto the second draft of a likely four step process to publication - and hope to release the book in early spring. I do not have an estimated date for release yet, but will keep the website up to date on the latest news. Soon I will post about how to get a special edition paperback of Preface upon release!
Once Preface to a Suicide is released, it will be time to publish the next Ella novel - likely to be titled The Butcher of Vegas. That novel is still in the draft stage so the title may change - but I have over 30k words done on that draft and will update as I can. I'm aiming for a summer release.
That's the book news for the first day of 2016. May this year bring you health and happiness.
Happy New Year from Moran Publishing
Stephen Moran lives in Las Vegas with his beautiful wife, baby Kiana, and two dogs.