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Tuesday, April 14, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 11!
Monday, March 23, 2020
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Sunday, March 22, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 10!
Welcome to week 11 of In The Wind, a Sheriff Tom Myers mystery.
The story so far: The Manhunt Continues! The Sommersville County Sheriff's Department, under the leadership of Sheriff Tom Myers widen the search even as they investigate the hired killers they faced off with in the previous chapter. One thing is clear, the task force and sheriff's department are not the only ones searching for Bates Hewell, the missing witness who is believed lost in the wilds of undeveloped Sommersville. Finding him will not be easy, but if they don't find him first, those out to kill him will. It's a race against the clock as "In The Wind" continues.
Join the manhunt in the new Patreon-exclusive BEN Books novella, "In The Wind" starring Sheriff Tom Myers and his deputies (as seen in Evil Ways and Deadly Games!), FBI Agent Tom McClellan (as seen in the Snow series), and U.S. Federal Marshal William Teague (who will also appear in the upcoming Evil Intent novel).
The opening chapter of "In The Wind" is FREE to read. Other chapters, like this one, are available only to patrons until it is completed and released by BEN Books in 2020. If you have friends that might enjoy this story, please share chapter 0 with them and invite them to subscribe. You can find Chapter 0 here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/31353775
Just a head's up! IN THE WIND is an adult suspense/thriller. There will be some murder, death, mayhem, and terror taking place in this story. There may even be some cussing and sex too. Please be aware of that going in. If it were a movie, I suspect it would have an R rating, maybe PG-13. You've been warned.
Sit back, have fun, and enjoy Sheriff Tom Myers' first stand-alone story, IN THE WIND..
As always, I appreciate your support.
Bobby
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 9!
Welcome to week 10 of In The Wind, a Sheriff Tom Myers mystery.
The story so far: The Manhunt Continues! The Sommersville County Sheriff's Department, under the leadership of Sheriff Tom Myers widen the search even as they investigate the hired killers they faced off with in the previous chapter. One thing is clear, the task force and sheriff's department are not the only ones searching for Bates Hewell, the missing witness who is believed lost in the wilds of undeveloped Sommersville. Finding him will not be easy, but if they don't find him first, those out to kill him will. It's a race against the clock as "In The Wind" continues.
The opening chapter of "In The Wind" is FREE to read. Other chapters, like this one, are available only to patrons until it is completed and released by BEN Books in 2020. If you have friends that might enjoy this story, please share chapter 0 with them and invite them to subscribe. You can find Chapter 0 here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/31353775
Just a head's up! IN THE WIND is an adult suspense/thriller. There will be some murder, death, mayhem, and terror taking place in this story. There may even be some cussing and sex too. Please be aware of that going in. If it were a movie, I suspect it would have an R rating, maybe PG-13. You've been warned.
Become a patron of the arts today by subscribing to my Patreon page. Subscriptions start as low as $1 a month, which gets you the serialized novels, behind the scenes information, an almost daily blog, freebies, and more. $5 a month enrolls you in the ebook of the month club. Explore all of the tiers at www.patreon.com/bobbynash today.
As always, I appreciate your support. Feedback is also welcome and appreciated.
Bobby
As always, I appreciate your support. Feedback is also welcome and appreciated.
Bobby
Saturday, February 15, 2020
AN EXCERPT FROM "IN THE WIND" A SHERIFF TOM MYERS THRILLER...
You can get the rest of the story at www.patreon.com/bobbynash where subscription tiers begin at $1. Once the book is completed, it will be published by BEN Books.
Bobby
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Pete Messer hated his current assignment.
It wasn’t a tough gig, but what it also wasn’t was very exciting. He had been tasked, along with two other U.S. Marshals like himself and an FBI Agent to baby sit a witness at a safe house out in the middle of nowhere.
On paper, it sounded like a plum assignment.
In reality, he was bored to death.
Their witness was a mid-level scumbag who kept book for the Manelli crime family named Bates Hewell. Although the Manelli’s had been keeping a low profile in recent years, save for a slight altercation a year earlier that ended in a shootout. Instead, they had focused the investigation on their legitimate enterprises as opposed to their less than legal means of income, they hadn’t abandoned their criminal ways. They just learned how to keep those endeavors out of the limelight.
What their witness knew would mean mass arrests and convictions. Once the word got out that Hewell had turned State’s evidence, if it hadn’t already, all hell was going to break loose. This guy’s life wouldn’t be worth a plugged nickel if the Manelli’s got a hold of him. For the past two months, Agent Messer and a revolving team of agents had been babysitting the witness, moving every few days to a new secure location in an effort to keep anyone looking for Hewell off balance. They had to keep him safe until his deposition later in the week. After that, they would repeat the process until the trial, which could take anywhere up to a year or more to begin. Longer no doubt, once Manelli’s high priced attorneys got in on the act.
Messer hoped there was a plan to rotate him out of babysitting detail soon. He needed a break, not just from the monotony of the assignment, but from the annoying protectee in his charge. So far, he was the only Marshal on the detail to not be swapped out and he was starting to wonder if he was on someone’s shit list back home or if they had simply forgotten about him.
“Ours is not to question why…” he muttered and dropped the cigarette on the driveway before grinding it out with his shoe. He had given up the cancer sticks once upon a time, but when on these seemingly never-ending protection details, he craved a smoke if for no other reason than to have something to do. Out of respect for his coworkers, he always took it outside when time to light up. Slipping on a sweater jacket and hoodie over his button up shirt and tie to keep up the illusion that it was a nice, normal family renting out the old Patterson place off Old Country Road 3 near the intersection of Highway 81.
To his co-workers, he was walking the perimeter while grabbing a smoke.
The safe house sat on a fairly secluded piece of land in a quiet northeast Georgia area just a few miles north of the middle of nowhere, a perfect place to hide out. The house they had rented under false, government created identities, was a ranch built in the 1980’s when the house had once been a farm house. There were several acres of fairly flat, overgrown with grass, terrain surrounding them, which meant they would see anyone coming their way long before they reached the house.
From the outside, there was nothing extraordinary about the old Patterson place.
The inside wasn’t much different, which made it the perfect safe house to keep their witness on ice until time for him to stand before the grand jury and spill his guts.
The safe house was your typical ranch style house that was built in the 1980’s all over the southeastern United States. Three bedrooms, two of them tiny, two bathrooms, kitchen, den, living room, dining room, small fireplace, and two car garage that only fit two cars if you didn’t have to open the doors on either of them. The house sat on fourteen acres of flat farm land, which allowed them to keep an eye on all directions. It was a foreclosure that had been purchased under a dummy corporation’s name to keep it secure. On paper, it was a rental property.
Only a handful of people knew its real purpose.
Deputy U.S. Marshal Messer walked into the living room and yawned. The sun had set less than an hour earlier and since he had been on duty since midnight, he was ready to crash.
“I’m beat,” he told the Parker and Cutler, who were playing what was probably their hundredth game of poker. One of them had brought cards and chips. Messer wasn’t sure if they were actually playing for real money or not.
Messer, along with Deputy U.S. Marshal Simon Parker, Deputy U.S. Marshal Amy Street, FBI Agent Mike Cutler had spent the past week rotating shifts around their witness, an annoying man who rarely slept and watched a lot of TV when he wasn’t pacing nervously. He was an anxiety attack just waiting to happen.
“Yeah, sack out, man,” Parker said as he folded and tossed his cards atop the pile of chips he had just forfeited. “You look tired.”
“You’re a peach, Parker,” Messer said.
“Knock first. Street’s in there.”
Thanks. He knocked and there was no answer so he assumed she was asleep. Messer gave his colleagues a half-hearted salute before heading into the master bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him. In the dark, he couldn’t see Amy Street in either of the two beds that sat against opposite walls of the master bedroom, but he entered the room quietly anyway.
Both beds were empty. Once the door was closed, he heard the shower running in the bathroom and saw light from beneath the door. It didn’t take a twelve-year law enforcement veteran to put two and two together.
Messer kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed farthest from the bathroom without bothering to change clothes, although he did loosen and pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt. He hung his shoulder holster on the bed post along with the tie then laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He was tired, but sleep constantly eluded him, especially on the job. It was not a new problem. He couldn’t shut off his brain long enough to doze off. There were too many variables running through his head, schedules, check ins, perimeter searches, things like that. His mind was on the job twenty-four/seven. While that made him good at his job, it had killed more than a few relationships. Occupational hazard.
Messer could still hear the TV from the living room through the door, but it was a muffled roar. Their witness was obsessed with old TV shows. Thanks to the abundance of cable channels showing classic TV lineups these days and the witnesses inability to sleep for more than two or three hours at a time, each night he was able to watch one episode each of each Star Trek series, the A-Team, Quantum Leap, Magnum p.i., Nash Bridges, Night Court, Cheers, and Simon & Simon before passing out for a few hours when the house fell into blessed silence.
The deputy marshal did not see the appeal, personally. He had seen many of those shows as a kid, but after seeing an episode once, he never felt the need to watch it again. He couldn’t understand people like his brother who collected box sets of old shows and watched them over and over again. It seemed weird.
Messer had just started to doze off when the bathroom door opened and Street came into the room. In the short time he had known her, he came to realize that she never walked through a door so much as she burst through them.
“Sorry,” Street said softly as soon as she realized she wasn’t alone. She flipped off the bathroom light and plunged the room into darkness. The only light came in under the door from the living room, the red numbers on the clock, and from around the edges of the closed blinds on the window.
“Did I wake you?” Street asked as she tiptoed across the room on bare feet.
“Nah. I just got in,” Messer mumbled. “You turning in or heading back to the final frontier out there?”
“Nap time,” Street said. After securing her weapon in the nightstand, she climbed into the other bed. She was dressed more comfortably than he was, in sweats and a baggy T-shirt, her long, dark hair pulled up into a ponytail.
He and Street got along pretty well, probably because he was the only man in the house that hadn’t tried to hit on her yet. He found her attractive, but she wasn’t really his type. He hadn’t been able to say the word gay out loud yet, despite John pressuring him to at least tell his parents about them moving in together. They both agreed that keeping it out of the workplace was probably smart, especially on these long babysitting gigs. Based on the way some of the guys acted around Street, he could only imagine the kind of bullshit he would have to put up with if they knew. He hated having to hide who he was, but there were some fights he found were easier to avoid than have. This was one of them.
Messer said good night, then rolled over to face the wall, and eventually drifted off.
He woke to an out of place sound.
Marshal Messer’s eyes snapped open at the sound. Without sitting up, he glanced around the room. The clock showed that it was twenty minutes to four in the morning. He could still hear the TV playing in the other room, but the sound that woke him had not come from there.
He sat up on the edge of the bed softly, quietly. He focused, carefully listening for another clue that he hadn’t dreamt the sound that woke him. He slipped his feet into his shoes, then stood and pulled the service weapon from his shoulder holster still dangling from the bed post.
“Time to get up?” Street asked sleepily from her bunk.
“Shhh…” he said. “I thought I heard…”
That’s when the shooting started.
Messer eased open the door for a look. The living room was empty so he opened the door all the way and stepped out.
Amy Street was two steps behind him, gun also in hand. She was still barefoot, which seemed like a bad idea, but he wasn’t about to admonish her in the middle of a shootout. She moved toward the fireplace that jutted out from the wall off the master bedroom to divide the living room from the dining room. It provided good cover.
Messer went wide, heading to the far wall so he could back her up.
Street pointed two fingers at her eyes then pointed in the direction of the dining room and the kitchen beyond.
He shook his head. He didn’t see anyone.
He pointed toward the open door leading to the other bedrooms, bathroom, and stairwell to the attic that was on his side of the room.
She shook her head. It was clear.
Messer inched forward, ready to head toward the kitchen when he heard glass break.
He turned into the hallway, gun leading the way. The bathroom was ahead. It was clear. So was the back bedroom.
Where the hell is everybody?
He heard glass shatter again and bolted for the front bedroom. He entered just in time to see their protected witness leap out of the broken window into the bushes below.
He’s escaping! Where’s his detail?
Hewell shouted as the prickly bushes bit into his flesh, cutting and scratching him as he freed himself from their grasp. Once free, Hewell ran for the field ahead, hoping to lose himself in the tall grass.
“Stop!” Messer commanded.
Hewell looked back, but kept running.
For a second, the marshal considered shooting him, but couldn’t risk it. Hewell was a scumbag and a crook, but he was also under the protection of the U.S. Marshal’s Service. Shooting him would not be looked on favorably.
He heard the sound of footsteps come up behind him. They were heavy. Boots. Not Street. She was barefoot, he recalled.
He turned just in time to see a stranger enter the room.
The man was armed and seemed just as surprised to see someone there as Messer was to see him.
The man raised his gun.
Messer pulled the trigger first, two slugs to the heart, dropping the man where he stood.
He ran back into the living room.
“Street! We’ve got a runner and shooters! Watch your…”
That’s when he saw her.
Street was leaning against the fireplace, a pool of blood beneath her. She had been shot, belly wound.
“I got… got him,” she said through the pain.
There was no time to question her. He had to get them both to safety and call in medics for Street. He decided he would catch up with Hewell after he was sure she was okay.
“We got to get out of here,” he whispered into her ear as she helped her back to her feet. With one hand, she put pressure on the wound. She still held her gun in the other. They reached the front door without incident.
Messer opened the door and stepped out onto the small concrete porch. It was barely large enough to hold a chair. There was one step between the ground and the porch. He took one step forward.
He didn’t feel the blast until they were airborne.
The house exploded in a giant blazing ball of fire and smoke. Walls were reduced to shrapnel that hammered Messer and Street like tiny missiles as they were propelled across the front lawn.
They hit the ground hard as wood and plaster rained down all around them like a fiery thunderstorm. The grass ignited and spread quickly to the nearest tree.
Street was lying face down in the grass.
She wasn’t moving.
Messer tried to get to her, but he couldn’t move either. He tried again and felt something tear in his side. It was the most unimaginable pain he had ever felt in his life.
Before he passed out, Pete Messer caught a glimpse of Bates Hewell before he disappeared into the tall grass.
Their star witness was in the wind.
Continued at www.patreon.com/bobbynash
It wasn’t a tough gig, but what it also wasn’t was very exciting. He had been tasked, along with two other U.S. Marshals like himself and an FBI Agent to baby sit a witness at a safe house out in the middle of nowhere.
On paper, it sounded like a plum assignment.
In reality, he was bored to death.
Their witness was a mid-level scumbag who kept book for the Manelli crime family named Bates Hewell. Although the Manelli’s had been keeping a low profile in recent years, save for a slight altercation a year earlier that ended in a shootout. Instead, they had focused the investigation on their legitimate enterprises as opposed to their less than legal means of income, they hadn’t abandoned their criminal ways. They just learned how to keep those endeavors out of the limelight.
What their witness knew would mean mass arrests and convictions. Once the word got out that Hewell had turned State’s evidence, if it hadn’t already, all hell was going to break loose. This guy’s life wouldn’t be worth a plugged nickel if the Manelli’s got a hold of him. For the past two months, Agent Messer and a revolving team of agents had been babysitting the witness, moving every few days to a new secure location in an effort to keep anyone looking for Hewell off balance. They had to keep him safe until his deposition later in the week. After that, they would repeat the process until the trial, which could take anywhere up to a year or more to begin. Longer no doubt, once Manelli’s high priced attorneys got in on the act.
Messer hoped there was a plan to rotate him out of babysitting detail soon. He needed a break, not just from the monotony of the assignment, but from the annoying protectee in his charge. So far, he was the only Marshal on the detail to not be swapped out and he was starting to wonder if he was on someone’s shit list back home or if they had simply forgotten about him.
“Ours is not to question why…” he muttered and dropped the cigarette on the driveway before grinding it out with his shoe. He had given up the cancer sticks once upon a time, but when on these seemingly never-ending protection details, he craved a smoke if for no other reason than to have something to do. Out of respect for his coworkers, he always took it outside when time to light up. Slipping on a sweater jacket and hoodie over his button up shirt and tie to keep up the illusion that it was a nice, normal family renting out the old Patterson place off Old Country Road 3 near the intersection of Highway 81.
To his co-workers, he was walking the perimeter while grabbing a smoke.
The safe house sat on a fairly secluded piece of land in a quiet northeast Georgia area just a few miles north of the middle of nowhere, a perfect place to hide out. The house they had rented under false, government created identities, was a ranch built in the 1980’s when the house had once been a farm house. There were several acres of fairly flat, overgrown with grass, terrain surrounding them, which meant they would see anyone coming their way long before they reached the house.
From the outside, there was nothing extraordinary about the old Patterson place.
The inside wasn’t much different, which made it the perfect safe house to keep their witness on ice until time for him to stand before the grand jury and spill his guts.
The safe house was your typical ranch style house that was built in the 1980’s all over the southeastern United States. Three bedrooms, two of them tiny, two bathrooms, kitchen, den, living room, dining room, small fireplace, and two car garage that only fit two cars if you didn’t have to open the doors on either of them. The house sat on fourteen acres of flat farm land, which allowed them to keep an eye on all directions. It was a foreclosure that had been purchased under a dummy corporation’s name to keep it secure. On paper, it was a rental property.
Only a handful of people knew its real purpose.
Deputy U.S. Marshal Messer walked into the living room and yawned. The sun had set less than an hour earlier and since he had been on duty since midnight, he was ready to crash.
“I’m beat,” he told the Parker and Cutler, who were playing what was probably their hundredth game of poker. One of them had brought cards and chips. Messer wasn’t sure if they were actually playing for real money or not.
Messer, along with Deputy U.S. Marshal Simon Parker, Deputy U.S. Marshal Amy Street, FBI Agent Mike Cutler had spent the past week rotating shifts around their witness, an annoying man who rarely slept and watched a lot of TV when he wasn’t pacing nervously. He was an anxiety attack just waiting to happen.
“Yeah, sack out, man,” Parker said as he folded and tossed his cards atop the pile of chips he had just forfeited. “You look tired.”
“You’re a peach, Parker,” Messer said.
“Knock first. Street’s in there.”
Thanks. He knocked and there was no answer so he assumed she was asleep. Messer gave his colleagues a half-hearted salute before heading into the master bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him. In the dark, he couldn’t see Amy Street in either of the two beds that sat against opposite walls of the master bedroom, but he entered the room quietly anyway.
Both beds were empty. Once the door was closed, he heard the shower running in the bathroom and saw light from beneath the door. It didn’t take a twelve-year law enforcement veteran to put two and two together.
Messer kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed farthest from the bathroom without bothering to change clothes, although he did loosen and pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt. He hung his shoulder holster on the bed post along with the tie then laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He was tired, but sleep constantly eluded him, especially on the job. It was not a new problem. He couldn’t shut off his brain long enough to doze off. There were too many variables running through his head, schedules, check ins, perimeter searches, things like that. His mind was on the job twenty-four/seven. While that made him good at his job, it had killed more than a few relationships. Occupational hazard.
Messer could still hear the TV from the living room through the door, but it was a muffled roar. Their witness was obsessed with old TV shows. Thanks to the abundance of cable channels showing classic TV lineups these days and the witnesses inability to sleep for more than two or three hours at a time, each night he was able to watch one episode each of each Star Trek series, the A-Team, Quantum Leap, Magnum p.i., Nash Bridges, Night Court, Cheers, and Simon & Simon before passing out for a few hours when the house fell into blessed silence.
The deputy marshal did not see the appeal, personally. He had seen many of those shows as a kid, but after seeing an episode once, he never felt the need to watch it again. He couldn’t understand people like his brother who collected box sets of old shows and watched them over and over again. It seemed weird.
Messer had just started to doze off when the bathroom door opened and Street came into the room. In the short time he had known her, he came to realize that she never walked through a door so much as she burst through them.
“Sorry,” Street said softly as soon as she realized she wasn’t alone. She flipped off the bathroom light and plunged the room into darkness. The only light came in under the door from the living room, the red numbers on the clock, and from around the edges of the closed blinds on the window.
“Did I wake you?” Street asked as she tiptoed across the room on bare feet.
“Nah. I just got in,” Messer mumbled. “You turning in or heading back to the final frontier out there?”
“Nap time,” Street said. After securing her weapon in the nightstand, she climbed into the other bed. She was dressed more comfortably than he was, in sweats and a baggy T-shirt, her long, dark hair pulled up into a ponytail.
He and Street got along pretty well, probably because he was the only man in the house that hadn’t tried to hit on her yet. He found her attractive, but she wasn’t really his type. He hadn’t been able to say the word gay out loud yet, despite John pressuring him to at least tell his parents about them moving in together. They both agreed that keeping it out of the workplace was probably smart, especially on these long babysitting gigs. Based on the way some of the guys acted around Street, he could only imagine the kind of bullshit he would have to put up with if they knew. He hated having to hide who he was, but there were some fights he found were easier to avoid than have. This was one of them.
Messer said good night, then rolled over to face the wall, and eventually drifted off.
He woke to an out of place sound.
Marshal Messer’s eyes snapped open at the sound. Without sitting up, he glanced around the room. The clock showed that it was twenty minutes to four in the morning. He could still hear the TV playing in the other room, but the sound that woke him had not come from there.
He sat up on the edge of the bed softly, quietly. He focused, carefully listening for another clue that he hadn’t dreamt the sound that woke him. He slipped his feet into his shoes, then stood and pulled the service weapon from his shoulder holster still dangling from the bed post.
“Time to get up?” Street asked sleepily from her bunk.
“Shhh…” he said. “I thought I heard…”
That’s when the shooting started.
Messer eased open the door for a look. The living room was empty so he opened the door all the way and stepped out.
Amy Street was two steps behind him, gun also in hand. She was still barefoot, which seemed like a bad idea, but he wasn’t about to admonish her in the middle of a shootout. She moved toward the fireplace that jutted out from the wall off the master bedroom to divide the living room from the dining room. It provided good cover.
Messer went wide, heading to the far wall so he could back her up.
Street pointed two fingers at her eyes then pointed in the direction of the dining room and the kitchen beyond.
He shook his head. He didn’t see anyone.
He pointed toward the open door leading to the other bedrooms, bathroom, and stairwell to the attic that was on his side of the room.
She shook her head. It was clear.
Messer inched forward, ready to head toward the kitchen when he heard glass break.
He turned into the hallway, gun leading the way. The bathroom was ahead. It was clear. So was the back bedroom.
Where the hell is everybody?
He heard glass shatter again and bolted for the front bedroom. He entered just in time to see their protected witness leap out of the broken window into the bushes below.
He’s escaping! Where’s his detail?
Hewell shouted as the prickly bushes bit into his flesh, cutting and scratching him as he freed himself from their grasp. Once free, Hewell ran for the field ahead, hoping to lose himself in the tall grass.
“Stop!” Messer commanded.
Hewell looked back, but kept running.
For a second, the marshal considered shooting him, but couldn’t risk it. Hewell was a scumbag and a crook, but he was also under the protection of the U.S. Marshal’s Service. Shooting him would not be looked on favorably.
He heard the sound of footsteps come up behind him. They were heavy. Boots. Not Street. She was barefoot, he recalled.
He turned just in time to see a stranger enter the room.
The man was armed and seemed just as surprised to see someone there as Messer was to see him.
The man raised his gun.
Messer pulled the trigger first, two slugs to the heart, dropping the man where he stood.
He ran back into the living room.
“Street! We’ve got a runner and shooters! Watch your…”
That’s when he saw her.
Street was leaning against the fireplace, a pool of blood beneath her. She had been shot, belly wound.
“I got… got him,” she said through the pain.
There was no time to question her. He had to get them both to safety and call in medics for Street. He decided he would catch up with Hewell after he was sure she was okay.
“We got to get out of here,” he whispered into her ear as she helped her back to her feet. With one hand, she put pressure on the wound. She still held her gun in the other. They reached the front door without incident.
Messer opened the door and stepped out onto the small concrete porch. It was barely large enough to hold a chair. There was one step between the ground and the porch. He took one step forward.
He didn’t feel the blast until they were airborne.
The house exploded in a giant blazing ball of fire and smoke. Walls were reduced to shrapnel that hammered Messer and Street like tiny missiles as they were propelled across the front lawn.
They hit the ground hard as wood and plaster rained down all around them like a fiery thunderstorm. The grass ignited and spread quickly to the nearest tree.
Street was lying face down in the grass.
She wasn’t moving.
Messer tried to get to her, but he couldn’t move either. He tried again and felt something tear in his side. It was the most unimaginable pain he had ever felt in his life.
Before he passed out, Pete Messer caught a glimpse of Bates Hewell before he disappeared into the tall grass.
Their star witness was in the wind.
Continued at www.patreon.com/bobbynash
Thursday, February 13, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 8 NOW AVAILABLE!
The Manhunt Continues! Sheriff Tom Myers and FBI Agent Tom McClellan continue the search for a missing federal witness in Fort Greene State Park where they run across unsuspecting dangers. Join the manhunt in the new Patreon-exclusive BEN Books novella, "In The Wind" starring Sheriff Tom Myers (as seen in Evil Ways and Deadly Games!) and FBI Agent Tom McClellan (as seen in the Snow series) at www.patreon.com/bobbynash. Subscriptions begin at $1 a month. The $5 and up subscription tiers will also enter you into the ebook of the month club, easily a value greater than $5 per month.
Learn more about Sheriff Myers and the Sommersville Sheriff's Department in Evil Ways and Deadly Games!
Learn more about FBI Agent McClellan in the Snow series.
Bobby
Sunday, February 2, 2020
IN THE WIND - CHAPTER 8 OF THE SERIALIZED CRIME THRILLER IS NOW AVAILABLE ON PATREON!
Check out the newly added and updated subscription tiers and join us on Patreon today.
As always, thank you for your support.
Bobby
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 6! NOW AVAILABLE ON PATREON!
A new chapter of "In The Wind" the new serialized novella starring Sommersville, GA Sheriff Tom Myers by Bobby Nash is now available exclusively on Patreon at www.patreon.com/bobbynash .
Welcome to week 7 of In The Wind, a Sheriff Tom Myers mystery.
The story so far: The manhunt continues. A federal safe house has been attacked. A federal witness is missing and on the run. In this chapter, Tyson Monroe arrives in Sommersville to find the missing witness. Tom Myers and his deputies are on the hunt.
The usual yada, yada, yada...
I attach each chapter as a stand-alone PDF by chapter and the story to date with previous chapters in place (PDF with + Previous) as well to keep the formatting in place.
The opening chapter FREE to read. Other chapters, like this one, are available only to patrons until it is completed and released by BEN Books in 2020. If you have friends that might enjoy this story, please share chapter 0 with them and invite them to subscribe. You can find Chapter 0 here:https://www.patreon.com/posts/31353775
Just a head's up! IN THE WIND is an adult suspense/thriller. There will be some murder, death, mayhem, and terror taking place in this story. There may even be some cussing and sex too. Please be aware of that going in. If it were a movie, I suspect it would have an R rating, maybe PG-13. You've been warned.
For those just joining us, In The Wind is a serialized thriller premiering exclusively on Patreon for patrons only. A new chapter of In The Wind will debut every week. If you know someone who might enjoy this novella or the previous serialized novel, SUICIDE BOMB, please tell them about it. For as little as $1 a month, anyone can join the party. Please, invite your friends.
Sit back, have fun, and enjoy Sheriff Tom Myers' first stand-alone story, IN THE WIND..
As always, I appreciate your support. Feedback is also welcome and appreciated.
Bobby
Thursday, January 9, 2020
THE PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA CONTINUES - IN THE WIND CHAPTER 5!
The manhunt continues.
A federal safe house has been attacked.
A federal witness is missing and on the run.
In this chapter, Tyson Monroe arrives in Sommersville to find the missing witness.
Is Tyson Monroe there to help or does he have his own sinister agenda?
Find out at www.patreon.com/bobbynash
Subscribe today!
Bobby
Bobby
Sunday, January 5, 2020
STUART GAUFFI AND BOBBY NASH INTERVIEWED LIVE ON THE ADAM MESSER RADIO SHOW!
The podcasts will be available at http://adammesser.libsyn.com tomorrow. I will post a direct link when they go live.
Bobby
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
2019 - A LOOK BACK!
Published novels: SNOW Series 1, Vol. 1, Nightveil: Crisis at the Crossroads of Infinity, and Suicide Bomb
Published short stories/novellas: Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar, Pulp Adventures #32, and Paul Bishop Presents…Disorderly Conduct: Another Ten Tales of Murder and Mayhem
Published comic books: 0 (this makes me sad)
Published audio books: Snow Falls, Snow Storm, Snow Drive, Snow Trapped, SNOW Series 1, Vol. 1, and Deadly Games!,
Background Acting appearances: Cobra Kai S2E1, Doom Patrol S1E2, Creepshow S1E6, What Men Want, and The Mule (at least my car made it on film)
Acting (with lines): Joe Stryker
Print/web interviews: 16
Podcast appearances/interviews: 17
Bobby
Friday, December 27, 2019
STAY WARM ON A COLD WINTER'S DAY WITH THESE MUGS!
In addition to 40% off mugs, take 20% off everything else in the store when you use Promo Code YEAREND40OFF at checkout! It's never too early to start ringing in the New Year and #TheSummerofSnow 2020!
Here are direct links to each mug.
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
FLASH SALE! SAVE 60% OFF MUGS! TODAY ONLY!
There's a chill in the air, but it's still #TheSummerofSnow in our hearts! When cool, wintry weather hits, enjoy your favorite piping hot beverage in a too hot to handle SNOW mug! We have 7 designs to choose from, or collect them all! TODAY ONLY, we are offering these SNOW MUGS at a special sale rate of 60% off retail price! Yes! Save 60% which is a better deal than buy one, get one free! Just use the code ZBLKFRIDEALS at the checkout at www.zazzle.com/store/bobbynash and you're all set. Links to individual mugs are pasted below.
Snow Mug #1
Snow Mug #2
Snow Mug #3
Snow Mug #4
Snow Mug #5
Snow Mug #6
Snow Mug #7
Lance Star: Sky Ranger mug
Deadly Games! mug
Life In The Faster Lane mug
Also on sale... puzzles are 40% off and all other items are 20% off during this sale! Perfect for stocking stuffers and white elephant gifts.
Learn more about SNOW at www.ben-books.com
Happy Holidays!
Bobby
Monday, November 25, 2019
BIG SALE TODAY! BEN BOOKS/BOBBY NASH MERCHANDISE SALE!
Today only!
Shirts are 60% off!
Shirts are 60% off!
Buttons are 50% off!
Puzzles are 40% off!
Mugs, totes, playing cards, poker chips, and Christmas ornaments are 20% off!
Today only!
Use Promo Code ZBLKFRIDEALS at checkout to receive the discount! It's never too early to start your holiday shopping!
Bobby
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Use Promo Code ZBLKFRIDEALS at checkout to receive the discount! It's never too early to start your holiday shopping!
Bobby
BEN Books
Sunday, November 3, 2019
"IN THE WIND" A NEW PATREON-EXCLUSIVE SERIALIZED NOVELLA BEGINS NOVEMBER 5, 2019
Subscribe to Patreon today and help Bobby keep writing and creating. Subscriptions begin as low as $1 a month. $5 or more a month enrolls you in the ebook of the month club, easily a $5 or better value. Join today!
Bobby
Saturday, August 24, 2019
BIG SALE WEEKEND! SAVE 15 - 25% OFF BEN BOOKS MERCHANDISE AND MORE!
BIG SALE WEEKEND!
Use code SUMMERHOME25 at checkout for the savings.
Happy shopping.
Bobby
Saturday, July 20, 2019
AFTER SUICIDE BOMB WRAPS UP...
I have been planning a series of novellas (similar in size to the Snow books) featuring Sommersville, Georgia Sheriff Tom Myers, who some of you will remember from Evil Ways and Deadly Games! (and the upcoming Evil Intent). Although Myers was involved in those three stories, neither he nor his deputies were the main focus.
Doing a serialized novella sounds like a better idea to me than a full-length novel so we can reach the end in 4 or 5 months as opposed to almost 2 years as with Suicide Bomb. This will also allow me to keep the content fresh. Here's the pitch for IN THE WIND - A SHERIFF TOM MYERS MYSTERY: A secret federal safe house in Sommersville, Georgia is hit and a federal witness flees custody. The authorities descend on the county in search of their
The cover above is something I threw together as a placeholder. I will probably use it, or something similar during the writing phase like I do with Suicide Bomb. It is not the final cover.
Not a patron? This will be a great jumping on point.
More news as it develops.
Bobby
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
BARNES & NOBLE BOOK SALE! SAVE 20% ON PRINT BOOKS THIS WEEK!
Please tell your friends.
Happy reading!
Bobby
Monday, July 8, 2019
BOBBY NASH'S DEADLY GAMES! DEBUTS ON AUDIO!
BEN Books is proud to announce that Deadly Games! the award-nominated novel by Bobby Nash is now available in audio format on Audible and Amazon. The unabridged audio novel is narrated by James D. (Don) Adams and runs 10 hours and 23 minutes in length for $24.95. Sign up for Audible and you can listen to this audio novel FREE.
"I am thrilled to welcome Don to Deadly Games!," said Nash of the announcement. "He does a fantastic job bringing the characters to life. I hope you'll have as much fun listening to it as I did."
Deadly Games! is available in audio at Audible and Amazon.
About Deadly Games!:
They played the most dangerous game of all and death was only the beginning...
Six years ago, Police Detective John Bartlett and journalist Benjamin West were instrumental in the capture of notorious master criminal Darrin Morehouse. Their story played out in the media, rocketing both Bartlett and West into local celebrity status.
Today, Morehouse, still a master game player and manipulator, commits suicide while in prison. His death initiates one final game of survival for the people Morehouse felt wronged him the most. At that top of the list are Bartlett and West, who must set aside their differences to save the lives of Morehouse's other victims and solve one last game before a dead man's hired killers catch them and his other enemies.
Deadly Games! is a fast-paced action/thriller featuring action, suspense, murder, and the occasional gunfire from author Bobby Nash, the writer of Evil Ways, Domino Lady, Snow Falls, and more.
John Bartlett and Benjamin West return in DEADLY DEALS!
DEADLY GAMES!
A novel by Bobby Nash
2013 Pulp Ark Nominee for Best Novel.
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DEADLY GAMES! can also be purchased in print and digital editions at the following:
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Eason Ireland (ebook)
Bookwire (ebook)
Audible (audio)
Amazon (audio)
About Deadly Games!:
They played the most dangerous game of all and death was only the beginning...
Six years ago, Police Detective John Bartlett and journalist Benjamin West were instrumental in the capture of notorious master criminal Darrin Morehouse. Their story played out in the media, rocketing both Bartlett and West into local celebrity status.
Today, Morehouse, still a master game player and manipulator, commits suicide while in prison. His death initiates one final game of survival for the people Morehouse felt wronged him the most. At that top of the list are Bartlett and West, who must set aside their differences to save the lives of Morehouse's other victims and solve one last game before a dead man's hired killers catch them and his other enemies.
Deadly Games! is a fast-paced action/thriller featuring action, suspense, murder, and the occasional gunfire from author Bobby Nash, the writer of Evil Ways, Domino Lady, Snow Falls, and more.
John Bartlett and Benjamin West return in DEADLY DEALS!
DEADLY GAMES! can also be purchased in print and digital editions at the following:
Amazon (paperback)
Barnes and Noble (paperback)
Books-A-Million (paperback)
Powell's Books (paperback)
Mighty Ape NZ (paperback)
BookAdda India (paperback)
Bookwire (paperback)
Amazon US (Kindle) ebook
Barnes and Noble (Nook) ebook
Barnes and Noble UK (Nook) ebook
KOBO (ebook)
SONY Reader (ebook)
iTunes (ebook)
Eason Ireland (ebook)
Bookwire (ebook)
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
BOBBY NASH GOES BETWEEN THE PAGES LIVE!
Learn more about SNOW and #TheSummerofSnow HERE.
Thanks again, Anita.
Bobby
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