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08 August 2024

Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes Guest Review and Interview!

Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes 

Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes
 
 Publisher
Pronghorn Press, (May, 2024)
 
Category
 Historical Fiction, Western Fiction 

Tour date
 August 5-Sept 20, 2024
 
ISBN
978-1-941052-72-3 

Available in Print and ebook, 340 pages

   Sunny Gale

Description Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes

When Hannah Brandt, who comes from a hardscrabble background in Ohio and Nebraska, first gets to ride a horse in 1895 at the age of 14, she realizes that there is no going back. . . Her destiny is to be a rodeo star and break new ground as a female bronco rider. She wins first place in a race at the Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo at 18, and soon she’s known by a new name: Sunny Gale.

Her marriage to her first husband, Luke Mangum, ends in divorce and she’s taken in by the Pickering clan, who are rodeo royalty. After she marries Tad Pickering, her star continues to rise as she and her spouse amaze crowds with “Roman Riding,” each of them standing astride two galloping horses. When tragedy occurs, Sunny quits the clan and moves on. . . She finds a refuge in New Mexico with one-legged rancher Angus Laroche, who dispenses tough love. . . 

But her love life continues to be complicated, and the novel’s resolution sees her life come full circle, after a fashion. This is a story of rodeos, marriages, sexism, and social mores—all churned together. . . A moving, memorable, and fully realized rodeo saga. Kirkus Reviews (starred)

Praise Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes

"is a captivating rodeo saga bound to leave a lasting impression..filled with unforgettable characters and compelling narratives. Prepare to embark on an exhilarating journey as you dive into the captivating world of rodeo, filled with heart-pounding excitement and profound emotions. Get ready for the gripping narrative to sweep you off your feet and be prepared to fully immerse yourself in the magic of Sunny Gale."-Suzie Housley, Midwest Book Reviews 

 "Though some of Hannah's issues are specific to her time period, her saga serves as a poignant, timeless reminder of the complexities that lie beneath the surface of seemingly glamorous pursuits. Those who have an interest in historical fiction and historic women’s rights will find this book enlightening. It’s an eye-opening read and an evocative mixture of fact and fiction."-Michaela Gordoni, City Review

"The transition of Hannah Brandt into Sunny Gale is a key component of the well-structured plot. Horseback riding is not just transportation so much as an escape. Hannah(Sunny) is an extremely interesting character as she lives by her own rules and aspires to be the best. Yet her desire to push herself to the limit comes at the cost of more than a few relationships. Sunny Gale is a story about a woman who bucked social conventions, asserted her independence, and sacrificed much to satisfy her dreams. Author Jamie Lisa Forbes has written a truly engaging novel."-Philip Zozzaro, City Book Reviews Tulsa 

"Sunny Gale is a wonderfully written story that is filled with action and wonderful family moments along the way as well as historical accuracy of the time period. Sunny is a very strong and interesting protagonist and shows that strength throughout the story. Sunny Gale is exciting, well-written and developed, and will make the reader laugh and cry throughout. While this is the first book that I have read by this author, it will definitely not be the last. I was extremely impressed with the whole story and cannot wait to see what else is out there for my reading pleasure. I would highly recommend the story to all. Quill says: Sunny Gale is a wonderful example of a story that will pull readers into a new world, in this case, one of rodeo riding and the entrance of women into the sport. With its wonderfully descriptive writing and historical accuracy, I am sure that it will be a great success and of interest to many."-Kathy Stickles, Feathered Quill Book Reviews

Praise Jamie Lisa Forbes

Unbroken is a powerful, absorbing book from the first page to the last. Forbes’ Wyoming ranch background adds rich flavors to the story. The author draws realistic, complex characters. Unbroken is an unvarnished testimonial to a way of life that few of us know.”– Mary E. Trimble, author of ‘ TUBOB: Two Years in West Africa with the Peace Corps’ 

 “Eden gets kicked out of her house by her mother and shows up at Rowen's house asking for a place to stay. They take her in and she becomes one of the likable characters in this book. I would recommend this book if your like to read about the deep south during the 50's and later.”- Detweilermom, A Room Without Books Is Empty 

 “I suggest picking up Eden because it brings light to the past and in someways helps you understand the present. Every sentence had me clinging to each word as I read. Every word had me wanting to continue reading. I believe this author has done a beautiful job and look forward to reading more work in the near future. It is brilliantly sad.”- Amber, Imaginative Mama’s

Guest Review by Laura

Sunny Gale

An absolutely beautiful novel that made me feel empowered and seen as a woman, 'Sunny Gale,' by Jaime Lisa Forbes is the kind of story that only comes around every once is a very long while. 

I have read only one other book by Forbes, and though I do remember loving that one, I think I found this one even more entertaining. 'Sunny Gale,' is about a young girl who grows into a woman and finds the strength within herself to achieve her dreams. But, more specifically, it is about a cowgirl. 

Fourteen-year-old Hannah Brandt has suffered betrayal and loss before, but when her abusive step-father coldly murders a wild horse that she had been attempting to befriend, it becomes Hannah's last straw. This action sets off a domino effect that stays with Hannah for the rest of her life, and leads to her becoming one of the first female rodeo champions in history. 

Persevering against hardships and many critics (one of whom is her own husband) Hannah eventually becomes one of the greatest rodeo riders of a generation and she is one of the first women to ever do so professionally. But, in chasing her dreams, she finds that she must put everything else aside in order to catch them. 

Will it be worth it for Hannah to give up her personal life for a successful professional career? You'll have to read the book to find out, and I highly recommend it. 

Forbes is a fantastic writer, capable of giving just enough description to keep the story going, and just enough action to keep things interesting. I loved the overall message of this story and the way that the ending wrapped everything up, while still leaving room for the readers imagination. 

Five stars for this absolutely thrilling read! 

About Jamie Lisa Forbes

Sunny Gale by Jamie Lisa Forbes

Award winning author, Jamie Lisa Forbes was raised on a ranch in the Little Laramie Valley near Laramie, Wyoming. She attended the University of Colorado where she obtained degrees in English and philosophy. After fourteen months living in Israel, she returned to her family’s ranch where she lived for another fifteen years. 

 In 1994, she moved to Greensboro, North Carolina. In 2001, she graduated from the University of North Carolina School of Law and began her North Carolina law practice.

 Her first novel, Unbroken, won the WILLA Literary Award for Contemporary Fiction in 2011. Her collection of short stories, The Widow Smalls and Other Stories, won the High Plains Book Awards for a short story collection in 2015.

Her novel about life in rural North Carolina entitled Eden was published in 2020. Ms. Forbes continues to live—and write—in North Carolina 

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Interview with Jamie Lisa Forbes 

-Please tell us something about ‘Sunny Gale’ that is not in the summary.  (About the book, character you particularly enjoyed writing etc.)


To me, the history of women’s rodeo had an arc suggestive of Greek tragedy. For two generations, a group of exuberant women competed successfully in the rodeo arena as racers, bronc riders, ropers and trick riders until an unnecessary device on a horse caused the death of a champion bronc rider, at which time women performers were eliminated from major rodeos for close to a decade and only allowed to return in the 1940’s, initially as rodeo queens. It was that arc of glory and achievement followed by tragedy that influenced me to have my heroine see herself in terms of Greek myths and stories. Then too, my father studied ancient Greek and when I was growing up on the ranch, many of our horses had Greek names. So Sunny Gale’s horses also had Greek names.


- Describe the room you are sitting in as though it was a scene in ‘Sunny Gale’.

The house overlooked a mountainside so that it sat eye level among the crowns of Frazier Magnolia trees which rose from below. Looking out on the treetops gave her the sensation of living in a tree house. In the mornings when the sun broke from the foggy blue hills, the leaf clusters, large as ladies’ fans, cast dappled shadows on the wood floor and sage-colored walls. As the light glided across the room, it illumined the Charles Russell pencil portraits of Native Americans, gamblers, trappers, all wanderers who once roamed the Western landscape. The ever-moving light illumined each tiny detail of the prints—a pipe, a glove, beadwork on a sash, a chiseled line on a face—reminding her that no matter how vast the West, lives are made, or shattered, on the most miniscule of details. 

Which character do you love to hate?

Sam Pickering.

I based the Pickering family on a family of the period who provided livestock to the rodeos, competed in the rodeos and put on their own wild West shows. In thinking about the early 20th century in the Western states, I was influenced by the lack of choices for women and the limited venues for them to showcase talent, in this instance, horsemanship. I concluded that a woman’s ambition would have been vulnerable to exploitation by the few entrepreneurs who could make events happen—or not. In my research, I never came across any instances of actual exploitation, but I would be surprised to hear if it had never happened. 

What words do you use over and over that drive your editor crazy?

I drive myself crazy with words or expressions that I use repeatedly. It’s just an odd function of my brain that I will hit on an expression that feels right and then my brain will automatically repeat that expression page after page. In polishing Sunny Gale, I found that it was stars. I had repeated the same description for a starry night over and over and over. I was horrified that I had done that. 

How much time and effort went into your research for the book?

A lot. Initially, I researched the lives of the women participants in rodeo, how early rodeo functioned, in particular, Cheyenne Frontier Days, and the fates of Western settlers. But as I wrote the book, I had to stop and research details I hadn’t thought of, such as clothing. For example, when I wrote the scenes where Hannah decides she loves to ride, it first occurred to me, what was she going to wear and how was she going to acquire it. She was not going to go to Walmart to buy a pair of jeans. I then had to go back and research the riding outfits that were acceptable for women, what they were made of and how they were made. I want to remind my readers that all these outfits were hand sewn.

-What writers have you drawn inspiration from?

Herman Melville, Eudora Welty, Thomas Mann and my new favorite, Italian author, Michele Mari. His short story, The Soccer Balls of Mr. Kurz, should be required reading everywhere.

What other inspirations do you draw from?

As far as Sunny Gale was concerned, the lives of the actual women were inspiring. Riding at the level of their performance requires an overwhelming amount of commitment and added to their challenges was the sexism intrinsic to the period. As an illustration, from 1895, when my novel begins, until 1920, women could not vote in any state but Wyoming. There’s a message there about where real power resided.

After learning of the historical women behind Sunny Gale, I felt sad that I never got to meet even one of them. So I had to write a book to make them live again.

Tell us about your cover. Did you design it yourself? 

The front cover is a scene from an actual early Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo. Although I can’t say with certainty, I believe the image to be from the year that Teddy Rosevelt visited the event, as I fictionalized in Sunny Gale.

The back cover is a modification of one of the many photographs of women riding broncs.

I have no design skills whatsoever. My wonderful editor and publisher, Annette Chaudet, has those skills and put that cover together. 


Which actress would you like to see playing the ‘Sunny Gale’? Are there any other characters that you would like to be played py a specific actor?

I think Emma Stone would make a great “Sunny Gale” and to repeat a powerful romantic duo, Ryan Gosling as Clem Albright.


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The Brotherhood Vol. 4 by Willa Okati New Release Blitz! @changelingpinress @willaokatiauthor


Title:  The Brotherhood Vol. 4

Author: Willa Okati

Publisher: Changeling Press

Release Date: August 2, 2024

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 272 pages

Genre: Action Adventure, Box Sets, Dark Fantasy, New Releases, Paranormal Romance, Romantic Comedy, Urban Fantasy

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Welcome to Amour Magique. Where gay paranormals come to find love…

Nothing Like Experience – Allen’s comfortable with his quiet life as a columnist and veterinarian, and he’s firmly off the dating market. Chance is determined to convince Allen that there’s nothing wrong with a May December Romance, but Allen’s even less sure when he discovers Chance happens to be something he never expected to find outside of science fiction: a lone wolf. Actually, a werewolf.

Believe It or Not -- Harrison’s spent much of his career debunking urban myths. Then he receives a letter from someone claiming to be a mage and offering to prove it. Naturally there’s a catch. Harrison will have to pay a visit to Amour Magique to meet Martin in his lair. Harrison’s sure Martin’s a fraud, and Martin thinks Harrison is a blot on the paranormal community, but the sex is positively incendiary. The question isn’t magic but love, and the choice is set before them: believe it or not?

Incubus Call -- Liam’s in a lot of trouble -- not an unusual position for an incubus, even one as harmless and good-natured as himself. But his enemies have it in for him in a big way. Jordan may not be a magical prodigy or a supernatural anything, but he’s intelligent and determined. He won’t let his lover stand alone. Not even if it costs him his life.

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“Buckle your seatbelt.” Damned if the short words weren’t all Allen trusted himself with. Simple sentences were great. Monosyllables would be best. With a guy like Chance in his car, nothing more than polite, mundane, and completely boring conversation would be the absolute safest course.

Now why don’t I think that’s within the realm of possibility while I’m in the company of this guy? Allen thought as Chance wriggled a little on the smooth leather seat, the perfect curve of his ass settling in as if the passenger side had been made for him.

Chance gave Allen a questioning look before reaching for the safety harness. “I always wear my seatbelt,” he said in that voice which made Allen want to throw Chance down on the floor, cover him with chocolate sauce, and lick it all off. “I know it’s safer.”

“Also the law,” Allen bit out. Almost all single syllables; good. “Let’s go.” Hey, I’m not bad at this. See? I can even do it when I think. Although I’d better not ramble on to myself -- damn, two syllables -- or he’ll start staring -- damn -- like he is now.

Sure enough, those big blue eyes were gazing at Allen in frank curiosity. Allen swallowed down a lump in his throat. He’d seen that kind of look before in a Siberian Husky’s eyes. The dog had been sweet as sugar pie, but he’d still given Allen a measuring look, as if trying to decide whether he was lunch, a friend, or just plain nuts.

Allen had an uncomfortable feeling that Chance was leaning toward the “nuts” side. “I’m not angry,” he said, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “Where to?”

Chance clicked the end of his seatbelt into the holster and nodded. Still very much wary. “It’s not far. Since, um, the guys who showed up weren’t any help… do you think I can call a tow truck this late to come and get my Bug?” He took on a worried air. “I don’t have much. The car is the biggest thing I own.”

Spot chose that moment to whine and poke his muzzle up between the seats. Allen automatically reached out to pet the animal. As luck would have it, Chance chose that moment to do the exact same thing. When their fingers collided, Allen sat utterly still. Logic told him to move his hand back, but his idiotic body wasn’t listening. It felt the snap! crackle! pop! of electricity between himself and Chance and told Allen in no uncertain terms Uh-uh. We’re staying right here.

Chance made a small noise Allen couldn’t interpret and began rubbing Spot’s nose. The way his fingers flexed and moved beneath Allen’s couldn’t help but make Allen wonder what it would be like if Chance’s hand were on the younger man’s no-doubt thick, solid cock, Allen’s hand wrapped around his, stroking hard up and down and…

“Whoa, momma,” Allen whispered out loud. Then he mentally smacked himself. Way to go in the not-insane department. But then again, what did he care? He was driving Chance home, dropping him and Spot off, and with any luck he’d never see the kid again. He didn’t think Chance would jump out of a moving car even if he was riding with a madman… but he wasn’t all too sure how Chance would react to the nascent erection starting to prod at the back of Allen’s zipper.

So, why did he care?

I don’t, Allen told himself firmly. He readjusted himself with his free hand for a little ease and to hide his condition, knowing that the move made him look like a jackass but frankly not caring all that much. “Ready?” he asked, moving his other hand to the keys dangling from the ignition. “You have to tell me where to go.”

Chance ducked his head, peeking up through his eyelashes. “It’s not far, but it’s kind of complicated to get there,” he murmured. “A lot of twists and turns. I’m really, really sorry.”

Allen shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound. He’d just have to be careful about retracing his steps. He started to turn the key, and then a thought occurred to him. “Chance?”

Chance was still looking at him through that thick fan of lashes. “Yes?” he asked, his voice tremulous, as if he expected to be hit. A large part of Allen’s emotions directed themselves in the direction of serious ass-kickings for those who had made Chance this uncertain of himself.

With those thoughts in mind, Allen tried to gentle his voice. “How far is ‘far,’ exactly?”

Chance turned the most appealing shade of pink yet. He was a bigger blusher than anyone Allen had ever seen, and Allen hadn’t ever thought he’d see someone topping that gentle bear, David, another member of the Brotherhood. Okay, not topping him, topping, because that led his mind down all sorts of paths he just didn’t feel up to navigating at the moment.

“It’s outside the city,” Chance said apologetically. “But we’re pretty close to the outskirts anyway, right?”

“Actually no,” Allen pointed out, proud of himself for remaining calm. “We’re in the dead center, hence the name of the veterinary clinic. We cover the region. Regional. Seeing a connection?”

Chance’s flush darkened. “It didn’t seem like that far when I was driving in,” he apologized. “But I guess I got distracted.”

“I’d never have guessed,” Allen said dryly. “Okay, which direction do I head in?”

“Out of the parking lot first.”

Allen cut Chance a sharp glance. Was the kid actually making a joke? “Very funny,” he replied just in case Chance had been teasing. “Don’t nettle the driver. Which way, once we’re on the road?”

Chance shifted again in his seat, that damnable leather molding against his ass. Allen couldn’t help staring. Forget the chocolate sauce; he’d just like to throw Chance down and lick him without condiments.

Allen’s erection agreed. Behave! he scolded himself.

If his cock had been capable, Allen knew it would have laughed at him. He grimly acknowledged the surge of blood to his prick as inescapable, repositioned himself once more and turned the key in the ignition. “Okay. Heading out now. You navigate and tell me where to turn.”

Chance nodded demurely, then added, in that too-tempting voice, “Yes.” He rubbed Spot’s nose again, smiling gently as the dog lapped his fingers. “Sit, Spot. Sit.”

“Good dog,” Allen wasn’t able to stop himself from saying. At Chance’s puzzled expression, he qualified his statement. “You know, like Ubu? Sit, Ubu, sit? Good dog?”

Chance frowned and shook his head slowly. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“That’s probably a good thing,” Allen said, feeling glum and old. But, hey, a little unbridgeable culture gap was all to the good, right? If Chance didn’t get his jokes, it was a fair bet that Chance wouldn’t get him either. No getting of Chance. The logic was flawless.

Allen shifted gears and began to drive. A thick fog was settling over Charleston in the evening as the air outside cooled, making it increasingly difficult to see as he manipulated his car in and out of traffic. He spared a devout prayer of thanks to whichever saint took care of men in trouble that Chance was quiet except for an occasional “turn here” and “turn there, after the stoplight.”

His cock decided it wasn’t happy with the lack of conversation. It wanted more of Chance, to say nothing of some additional physical contact, and it nudged upward insistently as if to draw Allen’s attention to his condition. Allen resisted the urge to thwap himself. One, because it would hurt like hell. He knew this much from past experience. Two, because it would draw Chance’s attention to his burgeoning hard-on, and that wouldn’t do in all kinds of ways. Oh, no.

Hell, he didn’t even know for sure that Chance was gay. Gay and interested in a man like Allen. There wasn’t any kind of magical Rainbow Connection going to happen between them. Not lovers, possibly dreamers -- damn it -- but just him. Driving a client home. See? I can be good, even if certain parts of my anatomy disagree.

Shame to waste a hard-on, though, wasn’t it?

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A Good Man

He wants to remember. He’ll wish he could forget 

Decades after a brutal childhood trauma, a famous novelist finds his life shattered once again, in this unsettling psychological mystery thriller. Brooks Anderson should now be enjoying life, but the persistent nightmares and sleepwalking still haunt him. As hard as he’s tried, he can’t run away from the defining event of his life: the senseless murders of his mother and brother during a vacation in Montauk, which left the eight-year-old Brooks the sole survivor of the carnage and in a catatonic state. He buried his pain and eventually overcame his demons. But now an unscrupulous journalist is threatening to twist the truth by digging up the past. To prove his innocence and exorcise his demons, Brooks must dig into his own psyche and the events of that fateful summer. His pursuit of the truth soon leads Brooks down a slippery slope that challenges everything—and will bring him face-to-face with the real monster of Montauk . . .

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In writing parlance, this is the part authors call the “all is lost” moment. And for Brooks Anderson, the main character in my contemporary adult psych killer thriller, he’s been knocked down about as badly as a man can be. He awakens in the hospital with no memory of how he got there or why. Worse, the answers Brooks gets from his trusted friend/confidante/lawyer, Dalton Crane, send him further down a dark path.

“Woozy and disoriented in the mother of all brain fog, I open my eyes. The early morning sun filters through the curtains. My body aches as if I’ve been hit by a backhoe and run over by a tractor-trailer. My mouth is dry and the back of my throat is on fire. I clear my mind long enough to realize that I’m hooked up to all kinds of machines that burp, beep, blink, hum, and whir at will. What the fuck?

“No sudden movements, Mr. Anderson. Let me get your doctor.” The female voice is filtered and hazy. I catch a glimpse of white as she darts away.

No sudden movements? Fuck that shit. I abruptly sit up as my veins throb. I feel a tug. Something has come undone from my arm or my penis—or maybe both. I nearly pass out, but I force myself to come back from the gray. I focus and take stock of my surroundings. I’m in a hospital, that much is clear.

What the hell happened? I sort through the possibilities. A heart attack? Mugging? Hit by a car? Stroke? Fell into a manhole? Abducted by aliens? The Bermuda Triangle?

“Mr. Anderson, nice to meet you now that you’re awake. I’ve been a big fan for years.” A man in a white lab coat saunters up. He offers me his chubby hand, his fingers thick like sausage links. “I’m Dr. Nealon.”

I stretch my legs. Something pops. “I have to call my wife. She’ll be worried sick. I have to let her know where I am. Which is where exactly?”

The nurse from before returns and tries to ease me back onto the bed. I brush her off like a cockroach.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re at Mt. Sinai. Your wife was here earlier. Your father is here. Would you like to see him?” Dr. Nealon makes a move to reattach the IV.

I pull my arm away. “No need for that, I’m not staying.” I lurch out of bed. The room whirls a bit, but nothing I can’t handle. I’m a fucking vampire.

“Doctor—” the nurse says.

“It’s fine, I’ll handle it.”

The nurse scurries off.

“Mr. Anderson, what you’re experiencing is perfectly normal. The grogginess, the disorientation—”

Fuck these hospital gowns. How can you have an intelligent conversation while your bare cheeks hang in the breeze? “Where are my clothes?” I’ve already concluded that Dr. Nealon’s a dipshit.

“Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Anderson? Or even how long you’ve been in the hospital?” Dr. Nealon sounds like he’s talking to a petulant toddler: If you eat your fucking broccoli, you’ll get a treat, my boy.

The hell with my butt. I rummage around for my pants or my cell. I’m not fussy, whichever comes first. “To be honest, I don’t have a fucking clue.” I suddenly realize that my voice is raspy. I sound like I’ve swallowed a glass.

“A week.”

“A week, what?” What the hell is this fool jabbering about?

“Maybe I should get your father to explain—”

“I don’t want my fucking father!” I roar.

The door opens. It’s Dalton Crane. “Doctor, can I please speak to my client alone?”

Client? Oooh, this sounds foreboding. The last thing I remember is hailing a fucking taxi and now I need a lawyer. How did I get from there to here?

Dr. Nealon throws up his hands like a waiter who has given up trying to collect the dinner check. He slams the door behind him so hard a machine sputters like Wall-E. I think this is against hospital policy.

“Brooks, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dalton sounds tired.

I pull another thing out of my arm and shuffle over to the closet. “I’m going home to my wife, what do you think?” I’m not at one hundred percent yet, but I’m getting there. My knees quiver like a virgin at the drive-in. I plop myself down on a nearby chair and look for my shoes. “That idiot doctor said something about me being here for a week. What the fuck did that mean?”

“Brooks, you really don’t know? Yes, you’ve been in the hospital for a week.”

A week? A whole fucking week? Still not convinced, I stroke my chin. Fuck, I had stubble, all right. “Was I hit by a bus or something? Because that’s what it feels like.”

“What do you remember?”

There’s something in Dalton’s tone that sets off alarms. “Are you asking me as my lawyer or my friend?”

“Both.”

“The last thing I remember is leaving my therapist’s office. Nicole—I mean, Dr. Richter. I wasn’t happy with the way our sessions were going and I told her I wouldn’t be coming anymore. And that was it.” Where is Dalton going with this?

“And Dr. Richter was alive when you left?”

I twist my face. “No, she was on her desk doing a—”

“Brooks, can you be goddamn serious for once in your fucking life,” Dalton snaps.

“All right. Dr. Richter was alive and breathing. She wasn’t thrilled about me leaving but otherwise—” I can’t find my shoes. Fuck my shoes.

“Nothing else?”

“I hailed a taxi.”

“Yeah, but did you get in it?”

My stomach knots. “I don’t know.” I suddenly feel dread; I mean, hard, cold, debilitating dread. Where is Cassie? I want my wife.

“Brooks, think hard. You don’t remember anything?”

I shake my head, confused.

“You vanished. I mean, fucking vaporized into thin air. No one knew where you were. Cassie and Bernard were frantic. I’m calling every goddamn hospital and morgue in a four-state radius. Finally, after three days, the police found you in an abandoned warehouse in Staten Island, wasted out of your goddamn mind. There was enough ketamine, fentanyl, and heroin in you to kill ten men. Your heart stopped twice in the ambulance.”

I manage a weak, painful chuckle as my lungs wheeze like bellows. “Good one, Dalton. Did I jump off the Empire State Building, too? Or stop a speeding train?” Then I realize he’s serious. “Come on, man, that’s fucking insane.”

“There are pictures. And video. It’s all over the fucking Internet. It’s not pretty.” He gives me this pitiful look.

An army of sledgehammers pounds my head. “I don’t care if they have pictures of me fucking the Four Horses of the Apocalypse at the Met Gala. It’s a goddamn set-up.”


 PJ McIlvaine is a prolific best-selling Amazon author, screenwriter, and journalist. Also, her Showtime film with Mimi Rogers, Karen Allen, and Eric Stoltz was nominated for an Emmy. She’s been published in Crime Reads, Writer’s Digest, The New York Times, and numerous outlets. She lives in Eastern Long Island with her family and pampered fur baby.

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