Hi Folks,
I just discovered this place. It looks fun.
In the past few days I finished reworking one of my books, Man of Steel. It's about two young reporters who uncover the JFK assassination plot*.
Like all of my books, it's free on Smashwords and is available in all e-book formats:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/5991
* I don't really believe there was a plot but the Warren Report just left too many openings for a good story :-)
Here's an excerpt: Thanks!
“**** ****!” he barked as the hammer tumbled onto the counter. He grabbed his finger with his other hand and squeezed. “****!”
“Hit your finger?”
“Yeah, I hit my **** finger,” he said angrily. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”
She snapped the book closed and jumped to her feet. “Give me that hammer! I used to help my dad fixing fences. I’m pretty good with one.”
“I don’t need any help! Besides, you’re too busy with that damn Warren Report.”
She stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you dare start ******** on me,” she warned. “It’s not my fault you smashed your finger. Screw you if you’re going to turn on me. I don’t put up with **** like this. Not from anybody, even if this is the most important story I ever worked.”
“What are we doing with this story anyway, Abby? What makes you think that after twenty years, you’re the one who’s got it solved? Why--”
“I never said I had it solved! Don’t put words in my mouth! But I don’t see you doing much research! It’s all me!”
“I’m doing plenty! If you don’t like it then go find your own ******* story. But answer me this, Abby. What makes you think that after all these years, and a wall full of conspiracy theory books at every library, that we’re the only ones who were able to solve the mystery?”
“Maybe we aren’t the only ones! Maybe all the others got thrown over a cliff like Pomeroy!”
Jonas climbed back onto the counter top and finished nailing the board over the window. He already regretted how he’d treated her, all because he’d lost his temper after hammering his finger. He could hear the thump of Reno’s books as she threw them into her sack on the table. “I need a ride back to the hotel.”
