WNW Welcomes one of our FAVORITE Authors: BRUCE A. BORDERS!!!
I am so excited right now I can hardly contain myself! When I was asked to host Bruce A. Borders, Author of one of my all time FAVORITE books (“OVER MY DEAD BODY”), I started doing the happy dance! Today you will all get to meet Bruce, right here. So, pull up one of those nice, comfy chairs I have here for you and you can even feel free to prop your feet up on my (virtual) coffee table. Please don’t leave any scuff marks. Now, I’m turning the floor over to BRUCE!!!…
Excerpt from Over My Dead Body, by Bruce A. Borders: this week’s RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB “SPOTLIGHT” Author.
Thwack! The bullet bit into the side of the wooden doorframe, inches from the man’s head, spraying splinters into his face. The initial shock lasted only briefly, as survival instinct took over, compelling the man to action. Diving back into the house, he kicked the door shut and crawled to the kitchen.
“Get in the basement,” he shouted to his wife.
Outside, an authoritative and commanding voice blasted orders through a megaphone. The eerie sound echoed through the walls of the house.
“And what are you going to do?” the worried woman asked nervously. “You can’t stop them all. Those are cops!”
“Don’t worry about what I’m going to do,” he replied tersely. “Just take Ashley and go to the basement.”
His wife scooped up their three-year-old daughter. Half running, half falling, she stumbled down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she heard the door above her slam. In a daze, she scrambled to the far corner, crouching under her husband’s workbench, huddling with her daughter.
After they were safely out of sight, her husband moved swiftly to the bedroom. In grim determination, he retrieved a key from his desk. His jaw set with a resolute purpose, he strode to the gun cabinet in the den.
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The June day had begun like any other, a typical Monday morning. Jeff Blake left for work at the usual six-thirty a.m. Arriving at the investment brokerage firm of Avian Financial Services downtown Fairfield, where he worked as an investment advisor, he sauntered into the office shortly before eight o’clock. In the distance, a factory whistle blew, proclaiming the beginning of the workweek.
Deeply immersed in paperwork, Jeff hardly noticed as his secretary, twenty-three year old Janet Dempson, came in to announce his nine o’clock appointment with a potential new client, Mr. Clint Parkens. Shuffling through mountainous piles of files, heaped on the desk, he looked up as she ushered the man in. Smiling politely, Jeff invited his visitor to have a seat. With a slight nod, the man sat down.
Pushing the paperwork aside, Jeff asked, “What can we do for you today?”
“I want to make some investments,” the well-dressed man answered curtly. “But I don’t want to lose any money.”
Again, Jeff smiled. The edgy wariness was a quite common attribute among first time investors. In a calm, reassuring and soothing tone, he explained the investment process. Unlike many advisors, he always made it a point to stress the fact there were no guarantees in this business.
“Investing doesn’t have to be a losing proposition,” he began. “There are several safeguards available, but it is still a gamble. The greater the risk, the more you stand to gain on the investment. Of course,” he added, “if you’re not willing to take a major risk, we have a number of options which generally provide modest returns. It’s really up to each individual, according to their own comfort level. But unfortunately,” he repeated, “there are no guarantees.”
Across the desk, the man seated in the posh corner office said nothing, staring straight at Jeff; he remained lost in thought, contemplating what he’d been told.
Jeff had seen it before; the uncertain look, the reluctance to commit. With the expertise of a seasoned salesman, he gently prodded the hesitant client.
“We could start small,” he suggested. “That would provide an opportunity to become familiar with the process and a chance to build some confidence as you learn the business of investing. Then when you’re comfortable, you can increase the investment capital as you see fit.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of you providing me with the essential information I need to make a profit,” Clint said bluntly.
“Well, we offer advice,” Jeff patiently explained. “But the decisions of where to place your money and how much to invest, are strictly up to you, the investor.”
The man’s calm demeanor abruptly changed. “Look,” he said, “I’ll cut to the chase. You’re an investment broker, which means you have certain privileged information; valuable information; information I can’t get.”
“Yes,” Jeff acknowledged. “We base our recommendations on information such as past performance, industry trends, and other leading market indicators.”
Clint Parkens shook his head. “I’m talking about what you know regarding stocks and pricing – beforehand.”
“Mr. Parkens, what you are suggesting is known as insider trading,” Jeff said in a sharp tone. “It’s not only highly unethical, but illegal. We, as any reputable firm, simply do not engage in that type of practice.”
“Except for yourself, a few close friends and family, right?” Clint sneered.
“No,” Jeff said slowly, his manner now more subdued. “It’s illegal for me to personally act on, or provide insider information to anyone.”
Clint scowled, glaring at the investment advisor. “You have a three-year-old daughter, don’t you?” he asked with a hostile tone.
Caught off guard, Jeff didn’t know what to say. “Uh, yes,” he stuttered, glancing involuntarily at the picture on his desk. He wondered how this client, whom he’d never met, had known about Ashley. And what relevance did it have to their conversation?
As if in answer to Jeff’s unspoken questions, Clint said, “You don’t know me but, I’m the Director of Child Protective Services for Grover County.”
“Okay,” Jeff replied, still not sure where Mr. Parkens was going with all this.
“All I have to do is give the word and your daughter, Ashley,” he added with intent, “will be taken into protective custody. And you,” he said, wagging a finger, “will never see her again.”
Blake studied his client. The man was dead serious; his unblinking stare didn’t waver. The look in the man’s eyes sent a chill up Jeff’s spine. “Mr. Parkens,” he said suddenly, “I think it’s time for you to leave. You can’t come into my office and threaten me.” He pushed the button to page Miss Dempson.
“It wasn’t a threat.” Clint said coldly. “Think of it as just making a deal. You helping me, and me helping you.”
“No, I don’t think so,” answered Jeff.
“Either you provide me the information to secure and protect my investments, or your daughter will be going away,” Clint said with a sinister sneer.
“Over my dead body!”
“That can be arranged,” Clint replied menacingly.
Jeff Blake was normally a patient man, but he finally lost his professional poise. Springing to his feet, he shouted, “You go ahead and try it! But you’d better bring an army, because one thing I can guarantee is, someone will be dead! No one, not you and not your friggin’ agency, will take my daughter! No one!”
Miss Dempson nudged open the door, peering in with a look of minor alarm. Clint Parkens calmly prepared to leave. Lingering at the door, he turned, looking back toward Jeff.
“Just remember, it was your choice,” he said ominously. Then the man was gone.
Janet closed the door behind the man and Jeff eased back into his chair, trying to calm his frazzled nerves. He shouldn’t have lost his cool, he told himself. Doing so was unprofessional. But the guy, with his belligerent attitude and hostile threats had gotten under his skin.
Taking a deep breath, Jeff noticed he’d been chewing his lip, a habit exhibited when he was tense. Still on edge, abruptly he made the decision to go home. More than likely, it was nothing to worry about, nothing at all, merely idle threats. But he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he’d had since the man had left. If anything did come of the visit, he wanted to be prepared.
Glancing down, he saw the tape recorder on his desk shelf was still running. Out of habit, he’d hit the record button as Miss Dempson had shown Mr. Parkens into the office.
Stopping the recorder, Jeff ejected the tape and slipped it into his pocket. Passing through the outer office, he instructed Janet to cancel his appointments for the rest of the day.
“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
He nodded. “I’m fine. I just have some things I need to take care of.”
Heading for the parking garage, he was still seething. Angry at Mr. Parkens, and at himself for reacting the way he had. He should have just kept quiet, but he’d never been able to successfully follow the advice of his brain very well, and instead he’d compounded the problem by responding with threats of his own. That had been a mistake. A costly mistake. As he would soon discover.
Jeff barely had time to explain to his wife Amy, why he was home so early, before they’d shown up. They, being the police.
Over My Dead Body
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Bruce’s questions & answers on THIS site:
1. RRBC: Do you read all reviews?
B.B.: Authors are usually cautioned to not read reviews. The bad ones serve to agitate and the good ones bring a false sense of the quality of the work. Yet, like most authors, I do read them.
2. RRBC: Why are reviews important?
B.B.: Reviews sell books—even negative reviews can help a reader decide if my book is the right one for him or her at that moment!
3. RRBC: What advice would you give aspiring writers?
B.B.: Write what you like. Edit, and edit again, until it is the best it can be. Don’t give up.
4. RRBC: What can you tell us about what we’ll see from you next?
B.B.: I’m currently working on book seven of the Wynn Garrett Series as well as another crime fiction novel.
5. RRBC: Why did you choose to publish as an Indie Author?
B.B.: Traditional publishing requires the constant sending out of queries to agents and potential publishers. If the author lands a deal right away, that works fine. But if not, this continued process takes a lot of time, time that would be better spent writing the next book. Also, with self-publishing, I choose what to write, when and where to release it, etc.
6. RRBC: What obstacles have you encountered?
B.B.: Marketing seems nearly impossible at first, for the Indie Author. With no name recognition and a limited advertising budget, books are not going to get a lot of visibility.
7. RRBC: How did you overcome those challenges?
B.B.: By listing my books anywhere that would allow me to, and making the books available to every retailer I could in both ebook and paperback editions. Social media plays a big part as well.
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Thanks for stopping by sharing all of that hard-earned knowledge with us, Bruce. We all stand in awe of your presence! For those of you who haven’t already, I promise you, YOU WANT TO READ “OVER MY DEAD BODY.” I know you may hear a lot of people say “the book hooked me from page one,” but in this case, it really does!