Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Excerpt Tour & #Giveaway for BOB by Tegon Maus

Welcome to my stop on the Excerpt Tour, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, for BOB by Tegon Maus.  Please leave a comment or question for Tegon to let him know you stopped by.  You may enter his tour wide giveaway, where one (1) randomly chosen commenter will be awarded a $25 Amazon/BN GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You may follow all of the stops on the tour by clicking on the banner above.  The more stops you visit, the better your chances of winning.

BOB
By Tegon Maus
  
Release Date: September 4, 2014
Genre: Science Fiction/Adventure
Format: eBook
Length: 168 Pages (47,480 Words, 1676KB)
ISBN -13: 9781310707407
ASIN: B00NB5V8I4

Buy Links:  Kindle US | Kindle UK | Nook | Kobo | iBooks | Smashwords



About the book:

After 27 years as a newspaper man, Peter Anderson’s career is slipping away, at least it was, until he stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. Sent to do a fluff piece about lights in the night sky over Arizona, he discovers far more than he ever expected when he comes upon a mysterious young woman held prisoner in a basement.


After helping her to escape, she disappears before he can learn the truth about who she is or where she came from. His search for her leads him back to the lights in the sky and leaves him with more questions than answers. The only thing he knows for certain . . . the only thing he can count on are the two words offered repeatedly by his friend and guide . . . “IS BELT.”

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT


An odd electrical, crackling sound followed his question.

Its clicking buzz grew louder with each step Carl took to the basement floor.  As he reached the bottom, his back to me, he made the sound once more.  In his hand, a small black device with two metal prods jutting out, an electric spark jumping between them... a tazer.

"You don't have to do this," the woman cried, pulling hard at the spikes that held her tight.

"Have to?  Want to, girlie." Carl chortled cruelly, sparking the device again.

The woman began to speak rapidly in Russian without taking her eyes off Carl as he approached, the crisp sound of the tazer's spark echoing off the walls.

Then without warning, Fred leapt from his hiding, attacking Carl.  He jumped on the man, shoving him backward, more out of surprise than by force.

Fred fought like a madman, punching Carl in the face and chest alike, all with little effect.

Carl, having regained himself, simply swung a huge arm knocking Fred to the floor.  Bob immediately took his place, planting a solid blow to Carl's jaw.  The loud crack that followed shook me to the core but Carl just shrugged it off, barely taking notice.

Again, Bob delivered a crushing blow, knocking Carl off balance.

The bigger man returned the favor, punching Bob in the stomach, folding him in half and then hit him in the face, sending him into the table where the woman was attached.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.

The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.

It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.

I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not.  When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.

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11 comments:

  1. Thank you for hosting my Book !!

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  2. I enjoyed the excerpt, sounds like a great read, thanks for sharing!

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  3. Did your parents read to you before bed? If so, what did they read you?

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    1. For the life of me I can't remember if they did or didn't. As it turns out though my wife has read to me since our first date right up until her eyesight went. It's the reason I write... I write so I can read it to her and hear her laugh ! She has the best laugh in the world... snorts and all !

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  4. Wow! What an excerpt! Sounds like one you have to finish immediately no matter how late you stay up!

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  5. I have enjoyed learning about the book. Thanks for sharing it.

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  6. Great excerpt, sounds like a book I'll enjoy reading. Thanks for sharing!

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