Carolyn Arnold – Brandon Fisher FBI Series

Title: The Brandon Fisher FBI Series

Author: Carolyn Arnold

Publisher: Hibbert & Stiles Publishing Inc.

Genre: Thriller, Police Procedural

Profilers. Serial killers. The hunt is on.

Do serial killers and the FBI fascinate you? Do you like getting inside the minds of killers, love being creeped out, sleeping with your eyes open, and feeling like you’re involved in murder investigations? Then join FBI agent and profiler Brandon Fisher and his team with the Behavioral Analysis Unit in their hunt for serial killers.

This is the perfect book series for fans of Criminal Minds, NCIS, Silence of the Lambs, Seven, Dexter, Luther, and True Crime.

Read in any order or follow the series from the beginning: Eleven, Silent Graves, The Defenseless, Blue Baby, Violated, Remnants.

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Meet today’s guest, Carolyn Arnold.

CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.

Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.

Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.

She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada.

Today, she answers a few questions for us and gives us insight into her life as a mystery author.

When you first begin writing a new book, is your main focus on the characters or the plot?

I’d have to say it’s really a blend of both. I approach writing a book without an outline and with merely an idea of the storyline. Oftentimes, I don’t even know the identity of the killer until my characters work through the investigation. Both the characters and the plot are strengthened through the editing process.

Why do you write within your chosen genre?

I love the logical progression and intrigue that goes with the mystery genre. The fact that I love to read mysteries and watch crime dramas has also made writing in the genre only a matter of time.

How much research goes into your fiction writing? What is your approach?

As an author of police and FBI procedurals, a lot of research goes into each of my books. I need to know how real life police or FBI would handle situations, have an understanding of forensics and weapons, as well as a grasp of the human aspect—the interaction between departments of law enforcement and within a department.

I’m grateful to have contacts from law enforcement who are generous in sharing their wisdom and experience with me.

Is there a time of day or night when you’re most creative?

It used to always be the morning, but that’s not always the case anymore.

Describe your writing environment. (Do you prefer noise or silence? Is your work area messy or neat? What do you see when you look around you?)

Oh, I love working in my office for the most part, but sometimes during the summer, I’ll take my laptop outside and write on my patio.

I prefer just above tomb silent and my work area is somewhat messy with papers everywhere… (bows head in embarrassment).

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Now Available – Re-Civilize: Elaine

Zpoc Exception Series
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Chapter One

Something was going to happen. Something big. Something important. I felt it as soon as I woke up. The foreboding almost as tangible as a thing, embracing me with tingling energy and making the hair on the back of neck and arms stand up. I felt that if I could figure out what the elusive “something” was, my brain would feel that little shock one felt when touching something metal after dragging their feet across the carpet; it would be that quick and that painful and painless at the same time.

The energy gave me optimism, not dreed. Having a day of something had to be better than the bland days that seemed to flow into each other as one big snooze-fest of a life.

“Maybe today Brad will notice me,” I muttered to myself as I threw my covers back and climbed out of bed.

I stretched, lifting my arms high above my head, arching my back, and standing on my toes to take full advantage of waking up my joints and muscles for the day. Once I felt sufficiently stretched, I let my body relax again and turned to pull my teal, flower-print bedspread and white sheets up to make my bed.

A glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand told me I had time for a shower before Mom would have breakfast ready.

I headed to my bathroom – my favorite feature of the move to this new house two years ago – stripped, opened the door to the shower stall, turned on the water and adjusted it to just the right temperature, stepped inside, and closed the door behind myself. I let the hot water run over me with a sigh.

While I washed, I once again, for the millionth time, thought about what I would do or say if Brad actually talked to me. He was the hottest boy at school. I wasn’t one of those girls that went all gooey inside over boys, but for some reason, I couldn’t help myself when it came to Brad. He was tall, muscular, and played the guitar. He and his friends had started up their own band last year, but I’d never gotten a chance to go to any of the parties they’d played at – my parents were too strict to let me go to parties. They said I could go when I was older…like thirty.

As I rinsed, I couldn’t help but wonder if the something I was feeling could be him asking me out…and my parents actually letting me go.

I tried not to get my hopes up as I turned off the water, opened the door, stepped out, grabbed a clean towel off the shelf between the shower stall and toilet, and dried off. It was farfetched at best. I mean, I could see the world coming to an end before I could see my parents letting me to go a party or out on a date. But still, a girl could dream.

“What should I wear today?” I said aloud as I hung up the towel and headed out into my bedroom to examine the contents of my closet. “I’m thinking something super cute, just in case.”

Brad’s favorite color seemed to be red. At least, that’s what I’ve observed from far away. The only time I’d ever talked to him was when I accidently bumped into him outside History class. “Uh, sorry,” was all I’d been capable of at the time. He’d just smiled at me and kept on going about his business. Apparently I wasn’t even important enough to stop for.

I pushed that thought away as I chose my newest, best fitting jeans – I called them my lucky jeans. I felt I had to wear lucky jeans on a day something was going to happen, that’s only logical, after all. Then I selected a red, ribbed, form-fitting tank top and a red plaid shirt I’d gotten for the past fall that I hadn’t worn yet.

After selecting a bra and panties and slipping them on, I slid into the jeans, pulled the tank top over my head, and slid my arms into the flannel. It took me a few minutes to decide if I should button the flannel, leave it open, or tie it in the front. I finally decided to tie it in the front.

Since I kinda had the “country girl” vibe going on, I decided my long, dark hair would look best pulled up into a ponytail, so I headed back to the bathroom to blow-dry the damp strands.

Just as I was wrapping the elastic band around my hair for the last time, I heard Mom’s voice downstairs. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I assumed she was calling me down to breakfast, since it was past the time I would normal be down there.

I rushed out into my bedroom, grabbed what I would need for school, and headed out into the hall and downstairs. The house smelled good, like cinnamon baking. That meant Mom had made my favorite oatmeal muffins. Upon reaching the kitchen, I discovered I’d been correct in my assumption. There was a dozen of them sitting on a cooling rack on the center island.

“Muffins!”

Mom turned from the counter by the sink, where she was slicing fresh fruit, and smiled at me.

“Yes, muffins,” she acknowledged. “I hadn’t made them in a while, so I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“You were right,” I said, slid onto one of the bar stools that lined the island, dropped my book bag on the floor at my feet, and grabbed a still warm muffin. I took a bite out of the top. “Mmmm! Did you use white flour and sugar?”

Mom nodded. “Just the way you like them.”

“What’s the special occasion?” I asked, taking the plate of fruit and fork she handed me across the counter.

Mom was a health food nut. She rarely let me have anything she didn’t think was the “best option.” I wasn’t allowed to have white bread. We didn’t eat anything processed if she could help it, and there was an “absolutely no junk food” rule. This led to my terrible addiction to potato chips. My addiction was so bad that my friends stashed chips at their house, knowing I’d go through an entire bag every time I visited. Heck, my best friend, Tiffany, called me “Chips” most of the time as a joke. I don’t know if Mom knew about my addiction…if she did, she hadn’t said anything.

“I wanted to get rid of the ingredients because I’m starting us on a new regiment,” she said, starting to do the few dishes in the sink before enjoying her own fruit breakfast; she never ate the muffins.

“Does Dad know?”

My heart sank at the news that she was going to impose another of her diet regiments on the family. I didn’t like them, but Dad hated them. They always fought when she tried to get controlling about stuff. I knew this evening wasn’t going to be pleasant because of it.

She sighed, put the last dish in the drainer on the counter, shut off the water, picked up the hand-towel from the counter, and turned to face me.

“You know we do these diets for your dad’s health,” she said, looking me in the eye as she dried her hands. “I know he doesn’t like them, but we have to keep his cholesterol down – we don’t want him to have another heart attack.”

That was always her excuse. His cholesterol had been under control for over a year, but still she did this; it was a way for her to feel in control. She always seemed to need to be in control, but after Dad’s heart attack almost three years ago, she’d gotten worse. Even though I could see this in her, she didn’t seem to be capable of seeing it in herself.

I grabbed another muffin after I finished the first, picked up my fork, and alternated bites of muffin with fruit. I ignored the way Mom flinched when I grabbed a third muffin to eat on my way to school.

“See you later,” I called out around a mouthful as I headed out of the kitchen and toward the front door.

“I have yoga today!” she hollered after me.

“Okay!” I yelled before shutting the front door behind myself.

Yoga meant she might not be here when I arrived home. Sometimes she was, sometimes she wasn’t; it depended on the traffic.

The “something” feeling returned as I walked the five blocks to school. The sun was shining, people were out and about doing their morning routines, and everything seemed to be alive with excitement.

Chapter Two

My eyes found Tiffany without effort as I stepped up onto the curb outside the sprawling brick building that housed the high school I’d attended for the last two years. I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it. The teachers were nicer than the ones at my previous school. But, with my dad’s heart attack and the move, I’d been more emotional and less dedicated to my school work than normal, which probably didn’t help their attitudes toward me.

Tiffany spotted me the same time I spotted her. She lifted her arm in the air and waved like mad. I returned the gesture in a more subdued fashion.

“What’s with the red?” she asked, looking me over as I walked up to her.

“Nothing,” I said, and shrugged.

“Oookay,” she said, and thankfully let it go. “Guess who got invited to the party Friday night?” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Uh, you?” I asked as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I couldn’t help but think the something I felt when I’d woken up had to do with Brad and a party.

Tiffany grinned and nodded her head enthusiastically. She opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted.

“Oh, look,” a snide female voice said behind me, “it looks like someone got their period.”

I turned to see Stacy. Perfect, popular, bitchy Stacy with her two airhead minions.

I instantly knew she was talking about my red shirt. I didn’t often wear bright colors. I hadn’t thought about that when I’d decided to wear this outfit. I’d wanted to be noticed by Brad. I hadn’t thought that maybe what I had to do to get noticed by him would get me noticed by undesirables as well.

I sighed. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

I glanced around and noticed that everyone within earshot was now staring at me and Stacy. This intensified my urge to hide.

Lucky for me, my outgoing, mouthy best friend decided to do the talking for me.

“Yeah, well, at least she doesn’t have to worry about being pregnant, like you, you dumb slut!”

I heard everyone around us gasp in mock horror. I chanced a glance at Stacy and noticed her face was now as red as my shirt.

I giggled.

Stacy’s expression went from shocked to angry, and her face turned from red to purple.

“Well, at least I can get a boyfriend,” she huffed, spun, and started to walk away.

“Yeah, and everyone else’s, slut!” Tiffany yelled after her.

Stacy paused, but didn’t turn around. Her minions did chance a peek back at us though. I couldn’t tell if they were shocked or afraid.

“I hate that bitch,” Tiffany said, turning her attention back to me.

“She’s gonna tell on you for calling her a slut,” I muttered, still shocked by the entire encounter. “You’re gonna get in trouble!”

Tiffany shook her head. “Nah, she won’t tell. Everyone knows what I said was true – even the teachers. It won’t do her any good to tell.” She smiled and winked at me. “So, you coming to the party with me? You can spend the night at my house and then you won’t even have to worry about telling your parents.”

I thought about it for a moment. Something deep inside me screamed it was a bad idea, but something else nudged me to do something naughty for once.

“I guess,” I said as we started walking toward the school building to go inside.

The crowd that had somehow gathered around us broke up and did the same. I tried not to pay attention to them, but it was hard.

It wasn’t so much that I had social anxiety, I just didn’t like to be the center of attention. I was one of those people who liked to have one or two close friends – that I could trust – and stay completely low key. I wasn’t designed to be one of the cool “in” people. I was designed to be the high school, middle-class nobody that got good grades and made plans for the future.

Right now, though, I was worried about making it through the rest of the day. The comments about my shirt made me self-conscious. I wanted to go home and change, but I couldn’t. Instead, I headed to my locker – only half paying attention to Tiff as she chattered at my side – unlocked it, stowed my stuff inside, minus the text book and notebook I needed for my first class.

“Are you even listening to me?” Tiff asked, clicking her fingers in front of my face.

That’s when I realized I was standing still, staring into my locker.

“Uh, yup,” I said, smiled, and slammed my locker shut. “You’re right about everything.” I hoped the generic comment made sense as a response.

Since Tiff’s frown turned into even more chatter, I guessed it did.

I held my notebook and book tight against my chest as we headed toward our first class: History. It was my favorite class. Not because I liked the past, but because Brad was in there the same time I was. I loved that I got to see him every morning, right away.

We made it to the door of the classroom just as the bell rang.

Mr. Clemmons smiled at us as we entered.

Tiff instantly stopped talking, literally in midsentence.

We headed to our seats.

My palms were sweaty where I gripped my books. I felt the tense clench of my arm and shoulder muscles. I tried to fight myself, but I couldn’t help but glance at Brad across the room as I made my way to my seat. He wasn’t looking at me. He was talking to a friend of his who sat in front of him.

As I slid into my seat, feeling rejected and ignored, I laid my books on the table in front of me.

Mr. Clemmons stood and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, an announcement came over the loud speaker.

“…Due to a CDC announced medial emergency warning, the school will be on lockdown. No one will be allowed to eat outside or leave for lunch, including staff. Sorry for any inconvenience…” Then the booming voice that echoed throughout the school continued with mundane, everyday stuff. It was either because the lockdown wasn’t really serious or because it was serious and they were trying to keep us calm with stupid everyday information. There was no way to tell and there was no point in worrying about it. No matter what, we were stuck in the building for the rest of the day.

There was a collective groan from most of the students in my class; it was the few who actually left for lunch every day. I assumed it was because they didn’t like the food. I didn’t think it was so bad, but I liked all kinds of stuff because I couldn’t get it at home. And there was no way my mom was going to give me extra spending money to leave school and get fast food, so I was pretty much stuck with what passed as government approved “healthy” meals. Even with those, it was damn hard to mess up salad, so that was my failsafe when everything else looked iffy.

Once the announcements were over, Mr. Clemmons started our lesson for the day. As his voice droned, my mind began to wander, and so did my eyes…to Brad.

He was leaning forward, whispering to the guy in front of him. When Mr. Clemmons glanced toward where he was sitting, he grew silent and watchful. But, the teacher didn’t seem to focus on them, so they exchanged a few more words and then sat up straight in their seats, grinning.

Brad glanced around and our eyes met briefly. He smirked and winked.

I smiled and looked away.

I felt heat spread through my body, especially my face. I knew from experience my cheeks were bright red…and probably matched the shirts I was wearing. Once again I regretted my decisions to wear the color. But then I thought it might have been a good idea, after all, Brad had winked at me.

I glanced over at him again; he was flipping through the page of his text book.

I deflated a little inside. Apparently the moment we’d just shared hadn’t meant anything to him. At least that’s what it felt like when I was sitting here nervous, sweaty, and flushed and he was looking through a text book.

I felt…uninspiring for the rest of History. I couldn’t believe the damn text book was more interesting to a male than I was. I really had to be lacking in some way.

As we got up to leave, I was glad Tiff’s next class was different from mine so I didn’t have to pretend to be chipper as we navigated the halls.

I headed straight to my locker and exchanged my History book and notebook for my Biology book and notebook.

When I shut my locker, I frowned. Brad and the other boy from History – I think his name is John – were in the corner whispering to each other. They had those mischievous grins on their faces again too.

Again, Brad caught me watching them.

I didn’t smile at him this time, I looked down at the floor and scurried off to my next class.

I couldn’t focus on Biology or Algebra II or English. All I thought about was Brad, the wink, his curious behavior, and how a text book was more interesting than me. I didn’t know how I was going to get him to actually notice me, notice me. Even dressing to appeal to him wasn’t working.

It was eventually time for lunch, and I steeled myself to act somewhat normal for Tiff. But, as I turned the corner of the hall that led to the cafeteria, I was grabbed from behind and dragged into a small, dark room. I didn’t even have time to scream.

Before I could panic, the light in the small room came on and I was looking at…John, if I had his name right.

I frowned and turned to look behind me. There was Brad; he laughed and let go of my arms.

“The look on your face is priceless,” he managed to say, still laughing.

John was smirking, but didn’t say anything.

“What are you guys doing in here? Why did you grab me?”

“Because I thought you might want to join us,” Brad said, finally calming down from his bought of mirth.

“Join us…?” I looked back and forth between the two, unsure if I should be scared.

Honestly, I didn’t know what I was felt at the moment, but my adrenaline was definitely pumping.

“We’re going to lunch,” John said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the janitor’s room door. At least that seemed to be what the room was, considering its contents.

“That’s where I was going when he grabbed me,” I said, nodding to Brad.

John shook his head and looked at Brad.

Brad sighed, and said, “We’re going out to lunch.”

“But no one is allowed to go…” I stopped, finally realizing what they meant to do. “Oh!”

“Now she gets it,” John said with a chuckle.

Brad nodded, grinned, and then winked at me. “You down?”

Everything in me screamed to say no, but I wanted to be noticed by Brad…and he was noticing me.

“Sure,” I said, and shrugged, trying to pass it all off as no big deal. It was a big deal though. I was screaming, doing cartwheels, and dancing inside. I was feeling every warm, gooey, and excited emotional possible. But, at the same time, something in the back of my mind ticked like a clock counting off the seconds. That usually meant something bad was going to happen, at least that’s what happened when I’d had the feeling in the past.

I ignored it. I figured it was just my desire to obey the rules and not do anything that would get me in trouble – nothing serious.

Just to sound extra badass, I grinned, tilted my head to the side, and dared to openly flirt with Brad.

“You buyin’?”

He laughed. “Sure, babe, anything you want.”

I wanted to scream in the most girlish way possible and felt foolish and elated all at once.

“We gotta get going if we’re going to do this,” John said, peeking out the door. “Ready?”

I nodded, still grinning, and Brad grabbed my hand and tugged me behind him as we snuck out of the janitor’s closet…and the school.

©Rebecca Besser, 2017. All rights reserved.

Book 1 Free – Book 2 Release

I love my readers, fans, and friends.

I appreciate your support more than I can ever express.

On June 19, 2017 the second book in my Zpoc Exception Series: Re-Civilize: Book 2 – Elaine is being release for Kindle!

In honor of that release, I will be giving away the first book in the Zpoc Exception Series: Re-Civilize: Book 1 – Chad for FREE on Kindle! Book 1 will be free to download on Kindle June 19, 2017 & June 20, 2017!

So, you have two days to take advantage of the free ebook, and I hope you’ll want Book 2 to go with it.

I appreciate all honest reviews, so please tell me what you thought of the book(s) once you’re done reading!

Zpoc Exception Series: Re-Civilize: Book 1 – Chad
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Chad hates everything about life. He hates his sister for being a brat, his parents for being in denial and pretending life is perfect, and the world he lives in for the adherence to social pressures and norms. He wants it all to go away.

When the zombie apocalypse wipes out the world he’s used to, he’s left alone…and bitten. He’s sure he’ll die and become one of the undead. Instead, he becomes severely sick and recovers…still fully human.

Believing he can’t be the only exception, the only one immune to the zpoc virus, Chad goes out into the world to find others like himself. Once he does, he’s sucked into a plan to re-civilize for the good of all the survivors.

Chad and the other exceptions are expected to protect and provide for the weak and vulnerable survivors. He’s not sure he wants to take on the role expected of him in the new society, but he knows that if he refuses the survivors will die.

The fate of the human race weighs heavily on Chad’s young shoulders and he has to make a decision that he can live with in the new, re-civilized world.

 

Zpoc Exception Series: Re-Civilize: Book 2 – Elaine
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Elaine is an average teen girl. All she wants is to be noticed by the boy she likes and for her parents to relax enough to let her go on a date with him. She’s tired of her boring life where the most excitement she has is her parents fighting, which she hates.

When the zombie apocalypse wipes out the world as she knows it, she makes her way home, where she has always been overprotected and safe.

This time, home is not the fort of comfort she has always known. Instead it’s a den of danger where she’s bitten by her zombie mother.

Wounded and scared, she manages to hide. Her father comes to her rescue and attempts to get them to a safe zone he heard about on the radio. They run out of gas and end up having to find shelter. They end up in Chad’s house.

Chad tells them how he’s immune to the zombie virus, and that he believes Elaine is too, because she hasn’t turned into a zombie from her bite.

They make plans to travel together to the safe zone once Elaine is strong enough. When Chad goes to find them a new vehicle and supplies, he finds a small boy named Tad.

At the safe zone, Elaine has to deal with being separated from her father and Tad, while being forced to make a decision that will change who she has always been…and her relationship with Chad.

Thank you again for being awesome fans/readers!

 

©Rebecca Besser, 2017. All rights reserved.

Nurse Blood – Free Ebook Promo

Nurse Blood by Rebecca Besser
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Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out for profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.

Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…

Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.

One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…

A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?

Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.

©Rebecca Besser, 2017. All rights reserved.

Nurse Blood – Bonus Content

Bonus Material – Nurse Blood by Rebecca Besser

Nurse Blood by Rebecca Besser
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MILES’ INTERROGATION

By Rebecca Besser

Agent Croce watched the man she and Agent McCoy had arrested at the hospital through the one way mirror. He looked pathetic. He’d started crying when they’d clamped the cuffs on him. For his one call, he’d dialed an unlabeled number in his cell phone. From his constantly deteriorating mental state, she assumed he couldn’t get a hold of whomever he’d been trying to contact. They’d run the number and discovered it was an untraceable burner; Agent Limmon was trying to track down the towers the number had used while in the area. They suspected it was someone he’d been working with, probably the nurse.

 
“I think it might have been her phone,” Limmon said, entering the small room and looking in on the prisoner as well. “He had direct contact with her – we know that for a fact. The pings I found put her in the area of the Housen abduction and the surrounding areas. It doesn’t tell me exact locations, but I know she was close enough to have a good probability of being who we believe her to be.”

 

Croce nodded. “Thank you.”

 
Limmon watched the diminished man chained to a table in the connecting room. “He would have made an easy target. He might be a patsy.”

 
“That’s what I was thinking,” Croce said. “I think the woman used him and left him to take the fall. You coming in with me?”

 
Limmon nodded. “Sure. I would love to hear what this bastard has to say for himself firsthand. Who knows, maybe he’ll give us another clue.”

 
Croce opened the door to enter the interrogation room and stepped through to approach their prisoner.

 
Limmon followed her and closed the door behind himself.

 
Croce sat down across from the man they were preparing to interrogate and opened the file she’d been holding.

 
Limmon stood back a little from the table and slightly to the side to observe.

 
“Miles Gardner,” she said, “we know you’ve been involved with an organ harvesting team. We know you’ve been in contact with a blonde woman, and that she’s your main contact with this group of people. So, let’s make life easy for all of us…especially you. Tell us what you know about these people and we might be able to reduce your prison sentence.”

 
Limmon watched the man as she spoke – he seemed to slump down more and more with each word. The man seemed to know he was defeated, that there was no hope. He almost felt sorry for the man…almost.

 
When Miles didn’t respond, Croce spoke again.

 
“Let’s start out simply,” she said. “What’s the woman’s name?”

 
“Sonya,” Miles muttered.

 
“I’m sorry,” Croce said. “What did you say?”

 
For the first time Miles lifted his head and looked the agent in the eyes – his were filled with tears.

 
“Her name is Sonya,” he said in a shaky voice. “She said she loved me…” He broke down and started sobbing openly as he cried.

 
Knowing that the interview was being video and audio recorded, Croce didn’t pause to write it down.

 
“Is Sonya her real name?” she asked.

 
“I don’t know…” he gasped out.

 
“Do you know her last name?” Croce asked. Of course she knew the woman’s name from the files they’d collected at the hospital, but she wanted confirmation.

 
“Garret,” he said, nodding.

 
“Do you know where she lives?”

 
Miles nodded and leaned forward to wipe tears off his face with his tethered hands.

 
Croce slid a pen and piece of paper across the table to him.

 
“Please write it down for me.”

 
He complied, sniffling.

 
Croce handed the paper to Limmon when Miles slid it and the pen back across the table.

 
Limmon read it and nodded to Croce; it was the address they had for Sonya from the hospital’s employee files. He turned, opened the door to the adjoining room, stepped through, closed the door, and pulled out his cell phone. He called Agent McCoy to let him know that the name and address they had for the woman was the right information.

 

After ending the call, he reentered the interrogation room.

 
“…I don’t know if any of the names I know are their real names,” Miles squeezed out between sobs. “I don’t know their addresses or anything else. The only places I saw Sonya was at work, at her house, and the building.”

 
“You know where the building they were using is?” Limmon blurted out, unable to stop himself.

 
“Yes,” Miles said with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden outburst from the usually silent man.

 
Croce slid the paper and pen back across the table to Miles. While he was writing, Croce looked up at Limmon, smiled, and winked.

 
He grinned down at her.

 
They were finally getting somewhere in the investigation that had been stale for too long. They finally felt like they had a chance at catching the perps who always seemed just out of their reach.

 

©Rebecca Besser, 2016. All rights reserved.

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Undead Drive-Thru by Rebecca Besser

Undead Drive-Thru by Rebecca Besser (Undead Series Book 1)

When Kyndra, Colleen, and Jose apply for jobs at a diner that has seen better days and is undergoing renovations, they have no idea what they’re in for.

Aunt-B and John have a horrible secret, and when it’s unleashed on the unsuspecting employees of the diner, things get . . . complicated.

Bloodthirsty and dangerous, a zombie awaits the opportunity to feast on them all. Who will be served first? Can any of them make it out of the Undead Drive-Thru alive?

Undead Regeneration by Rebecca Besser

Undead Regeneration by Rebecca Besser (Undead Series Book 2)

The zombie is gone…finally and truly dead.

John and Ky try to get on with their lives, but they can’t. They are haunted by the past and it’s tearing apart their future.

With no other options, they go undercover where Sam had worked before he came home…undead: ReGen.

They struggle with their circumstances, their fears, and their relationship as they fight to tame their nightmares and create a happy and healthy future together.

Zombies Inside by Rebecca Besser

Zombies Inside by Rebecca Besser

With a short story by guest author Courtney Rene

If zombies are what you crave, open the pages of this book for a wild ride!

The 12 zombie short stories within (equaling over 64,000 words) will make you cringe, delight your imagination, and possibly even warm your heart . . . so the undead can feast upon it!

Be brave and see if you can survive the Zombies Inside!

Heart of a Soldier by Rebecca Besser

Heart of a Soldier by Rebecca Besser

Zyle is being forced to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a military man. He has no desire to do so, even though there’s nothing he can do to stop his grooming to become one.

When a young woman comes to the Jupiter Mining Base for an education in medicine, he finds himself spiraling deeper into his father’s plans for him without realizing what’s happening.

Through helping her and others, he finds out that he really does possess the Heart of a Soldier.

Re-Civilize: Chad by Rebecca Besser

Re-Civilize: Chad (Zpoc Exception Series Book 1) by Rebecca Besser

Chad hates everything about life. He hates his sister for being a brat, his parents for being in denial and pretending life is perfect, and the world he lives in for the adherence to social pressures and norms. He wants it all to go away.

When the zombie apocalypse wipes out the world he’s used to, he’s left alone…and bitten. He’s sure he’ll die and become one of the undead. Instead, he becomes severely sick and recovers…still fully human.

Believing he can’t be the only exception, the only one immune to the zpoc virus, Chad goes out into the world to find others like himself. Once he does, he’s sucked into a plan to re-civilize for the good of all the survivors.

Chad and the other exceptions are expected to protect and provide for the weak and vulnerable survivors. He’s not sure he wants to take on the role expected of him in the new society, but he knows that if he refuses the survivors will die.

The fate of the human race weighs heavily on Chad’s young shoulders and he has to make a decision that he can live with in the new, re-civilized world.

©Rebecca Besser, 2016. All rights reserved.

Indie Books are the Best Christmas Presents

Indie Books are the Best Christmas Presents

By Rebecca Besser

You’ll see many of us authors offering up our books as great Christmas gifts. And I know when you see us doing it, you’re thinking that you don’t know if the person you’re thinking about giving the book to will like it. So, I thought I’d write this article to help you pick the right book for the reader on your Christmas list!

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Reason #1 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that they aren’t likely to already have the book.

Why? Does the book suck? No. Most Indie Authors are either new authors or authors that have been around for a couple years, but aren’t well-known yet. They generally have some really cool, interesting books that aren’t popular to the masses. This means that their writing and books haven’t reached that many hands yet. Usually each Indie Author has a small to medium pool of loyal readers, but they aren’t usually more than a couple hundred to a couple thousand of the millions of people on planet Earth. That’s not for a lack of trying or even because of low quality work, or anything like that. It’s just hard to get people to pay attention to your book that isn’t in a brick-and-mortar book store or on the shelf at the local grab-all store. They are, however, plentiful in online markets like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, etc. You can find a lot of ebooks and paperbacks from marginally well-known Indie Authors at those outlets.

Reason #2 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you’ll introduce them to a new author.

I know you’re thinking that new authors can be scary or uncertain. I mean, what if the person you buy the book for doesn’t like it? There are a few ways to kill that uncertainty and make you a great book gift giver.

If you know who the person’s favorite author(s) is, you are in for easy shopping. Find out what genre that author writes and then look for books in the same genre; it’s really easy to do on Amazon. Why Amazon? Because after you’ve found the genre you want (which is fairly easy on that site), you can then use the “Look Inside” feature to read the first couple chapters of the book to check for quality of writing. You can also read through the reviews left by people who have already read the book. (Note: When dealing with a lot of reviews, throw out the best review and the worst review and focus on the middle reviews. This is where you find the most truth. If most reviews are negative, pass on that book. Also note when the book was released. Sometimes newly released books have less reviews because people haven’t finished reading the title yet, so newer books may still be really good, but have less reviews. Then look at the quality of the reviews overall.) Once you’ve narrowed down a couple of titles, check out other books by that author to see if their other books are getting decent reviews. That should give you a good idea of what authors are worth checking into further.

Once you’ve found a couple of authors, check out all their books to see if they have a series, because if you decide to buy something buy that author as a gift, you don’t want to give the book that is in the middle of a series, you’ll want to start with book one. You’ll also want to see if the author has other books that will appeal to the person you have in mind, or a book you didn’t know about that might be liked more than the one(s) you’ve already researched.

Reason #3 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that the storyline will more than likely be more original than mass market books.

Originality is a big thing with Indie Authors. Sometimes the reason an author is an Indie Author is because they can’t find a mass market press that’s publishing their subject matter. It is often because Indie Authors are trying to create something new in their genre of choice.

Usually this is true. I say usually because there are some writers who don’t have original ideas and just try to copy someone else’s story. Unfortunately, this happens all the time. So all that stuff you went through checking out authors in reason #2 comes in handy.

From reading the first chapter or so of a book with Amazon’s “Look Inside” feature, you should have a decent idea of whether the book is boring and unoriginal. The summary of the book will as well.

General rule, look for subject matter you haven’t seen much of before. Or something you have heard of before that’s looked at in a different way, or expressed from a different angle.

Reason #4 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is because you can often get a signed copy of the book by contacting the author directly.

Unlike mass market authors that don’t have any contact information easily found anywhere, Indie Authors have blogs, Facebook pages, and are easily found on social media or through their website. Often, if you contact them through one of these channels and ask to buy a signed copy of the authors’ work, they’re more than happy to provide that option.

This allows you to get a customized gift for the reader on your shopping list. You can have the book signed to them. Not only did you give them a book, but you gave them something special and personalized! That’s usually a huge thing for presents.

Reason #5 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you don’t have to give it to them directly.

That might seem confusing, but let me explain. Say you do all the research I suggested in reason #2 and you find a bunch of books you think the person might like. At that point you might be unsure of what to get and that’s understandable. There are a lot of options and you want to be a great gifter.

So, here’s how you can be a great gifter without actually giving a specific book: make a list of the authors and books you found that you think the reader would like and give them the list with a gift card!

This is a great option for a reader that has an e-reader. Why? Because they can get a few of the books you suggest instead of one. They will more than likely at least look into the Indie Authors you suggested. And, possibly, they could grab a paperback from one of the authors they already like and maybe an ebook from a new-to-them author from the list.

That makes the giving of a gift card personalized and it still gives them options, if you’re unsure.

Reason #6 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you’re helping out an author, not feeding the big publisher machine.

If you’re someone who likes to buy from local, privately owned shops, stores, or businesses, that’s what Indie Authors are in the publishing world. Most of the time, Indie Authors are making little to nothing off their work because they aren’t well-known by the masses. That’s right, not all authors are making big money. A lot of them have full-time day jobs, most of them have families, and a few depend on their writing to support those families if they’re lucky enough to make what they need.

What am I saying? You would be making a purchase that matters to a person. The sales Indie Authors get are a big deal. They are truly, deeply appreciated. So, not only are you buying a book that someone you love might enjoy, you’re helping support small business. You’re helping people and families.

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I hope this article has explained how and why to buy the reader on your Christmas list an Indie Authors’ book, and I hope if that reader enjoys dark fiction (zombies, creatures, horror, thrillers, suspence) that you’ll check me out as one of the authors you’d like to gift to that reader.

You can find me and my titles on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Rebecca-Besser/e/B004V3IIC4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1480606749&sr=8-1

If you have any questions about my books, please feel free to contact me (I have a few on-hand I can sign):

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