The SLOW DOWN cover is here! Get ready for the book release in January

 

 

How far would you go to make your dreams come true? For budding writer and filmmaker Noah Spaeth, being a Production Assistant in director Dominick’s Bambach’s new avant-garde film isn’t enough. Neither is watching Dominick have an affair with the lead actress, the gorgeous but troubled Nevie Wyeth. For Noah’s dream is to get both the film and Nevie in the end whatever the cost. And this obsession may soon become a reality once Dominick’s spurned wife Isadora reveals her femme fatale nature with a seductive plot to get rid of her husband for good.

Set against a New York City where a drug called Fast sweeps through the streets and tattoos of yellow circles appear on a flood of glamorous girls, Slow Down is a cross between the noir styling of James M. Cain and the dark satire of Bret Easton Ellis.

It’s a thrilling page-turner that holds a mirror up to a media-saturated society that’s constantly searching for the fastest way to get ahead, regardless of consequences.

SLOW DOWN TO BE PUBLISHED BY NEW PULP PRESS IN JAN 2015!

Just signed the contract for my debut novel SLOW DOWN!!!! Look for it Jan 2015 in bookstores and on Amazon by New Pulp Press (newpulppress.com).

In a world where the noir of James M Cain meets the satire of Bret Easton Ellis, SLOW DOWN follows a budding filmmaker whose ambition and desires lead to murder and possibly, love.

Thanks to everyone who’s read my work and supported me over the years.

Publisher’s Weekly announcement coming soon….

SHORT STORY – HOLDING IN THE DARK ROOM

 

The ninth short from my collection Middle of Nowhere is up. In “Holding in the Dark Room,” a collegiate baseball jock experiences an unrequited love affair with a suicidal photographer that proves disastrous.

 

 

HOLDING IN THE DARK ROOM

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I HAD RESERVATIONS ABOUT SPENDING EVEN TWO DAYS IN THE COLD. Five years in Gainesville only taught me how to get a kick-ass tan and hit three kegs before two in the morning. Julianne was different; she never took in the sun or parties and maintained her New England personality until the very end. She’d go down to Daytona Beach in her Red Sox cap to watch the waves, but never cared to jump in. I met her freshman year on April Fool’s Day. She was greasing a banister in the English Department office with Vaseline. I, of course, slipped and fell hard.

 

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