Win a $50 GC: Out of Hiding by John Feldman


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. John Feldman will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Step into My Office


My writing space doesn’t match with my writing style.

I’m no Stephen King or Dean Koontz. My novels don’t typically include any supernatural or ghostlike elements. But they’re no sunshine and rainbows. Let’s just say Nicholas Sparks and I probably wouldn’t see eye-to-eye if trying to collaborate.

When someone thinks of dark writing, they envision a writer hunched over in a chair in a wooden cabin somewhere, night swallowing any light in the room. And for the most part, they’re right. For a lot of writers, your surroundings can deeply influence your mood, and therefore your writing.

So for me, moving to the Florida beaches with palm trees and sunshine just outside my “office” window might not have been the smartest of moves.



One day I’ll have a nice big office, but for now I’ll stick to this small corner in my house. The view from my chair looks out into the yard where my pool and palm trees lie, and my family usually hangs out, listening to the Moana soundtrack while swimming or running around with the dog. The view itself makes it difficult enough to stay indoors, but the sight of my smiling kids makes it even harder.

What’s the motivator, you ask? Why not just get up and go hang out in the yard and work on your writing later?

Well, it’s tough not to. But I’m able to keep going by telling myself that each word I write now puts me one word closer to becoming a bestselling author. And if I can reach that milestone before my kids get too old, I can spend more time with them when they need me. I don’t want to be a struggling writer when they’re teenagers, and they’re curious about what they want to do in life. I don’t want them to look at my writing and think anything negative, like It just isn’t meant to be, or Maybe he isn’t good enough. I want them to see a success story. I want them to know that they can be anything they want to be if they want it bad enough and if they put in the effort. And Daddy can be the prime example of hard work paying off.

Sorry. Sort of went off the rails there.

I won’t complain about what I have right now, because I have this amazing view to look out into every morning. But I’ll eventually want more. Don’t we all?

Charles Dampor was supposed to be a blessing, but instead turned out to be a curse. A family torn by deception and greed now saw Emily for what she was, and a co-worker with a vicious past of his own now has his own personal vendetta against her. If Emily doesn't open her eyes and see the doors she's unlocked, she'll find herself at the bottom of Lake Bermin...with Charles's ex-wife.

Enjoy an Excerpt: A minivan pulls in and up to the gas pump behind Herb. Three young children run out and into the store, their father following close behind, yelling for them to slow down.

Herb remains leaning against his car, right hand pinched under his left armpit and his left hand pushing the cigarette into his face—a minding-my-own-business look. He holds this pose until he senses a stationary figure out of the corner of his eye: the mom.

Discreetly he looks over, then indiscreetly, and that’s when he sees the woman’s squinting and curious eyes on him. He drops the freshly-lit cigarette into the gravel and steps on the cherry, twisting his foot over top so not to blow up the ground he stands on.

Shit.

He lowers his head and pulls down the brim of his faded gray baseball hat to the top of his sunglasses. He holds the gas pump as the fluid pours past his hand and into the hunk of metal.

Look away or I’ll fucking kill you.

He can feel her still looking over at him and the gas cannot pump fast enough. He’s made it two states away and he’ll be damned if this one woman is the end of him. He’ll kill her right here if he has to. Right here in this parking lot. Let her nosey ass get a little closer and then slit her throat. Dump some gasoline on her smug body and watch her squirm until the life drains out of her. That’ll teach her to look over here.

She starts to walk toward him.

It’s not full yet, the tank, but he’s not taking any chances. He removes the nozzle, replaces the gas cap and heads for his car door.

Don’t do it, Lady, he thinks as he yanks back on the door handle. But she does it.

“Excuse me,” she says.

Herb stops, shuts his eyes. Breathe. He looks at her and smiles, but receives no smile in return. Instead he gets the look of curiosity, only magnified. She is within mere feet of him now and those squinted eyes show crow’s feet attached. Her mouth is open, lower jaw just hanging there lazily as she thinks.

“Are you…?” she begins, but then stops. And right at that very moment, Herb can feel the cold steel of the switchblade in his pocket. Hey, it’s saying to him. Come and get me.

About the Author:
John Feldman was born and raised in southern New Jersey, but has since moved to Florida at the request (demand) of his beautiful wife. He has written several short stories and novels, including his newest release, OUT OF HIDING. He writes a lot, thinks a lot more, and is currently wondering why he’s writing this in the third person.

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Comments

Thanks for hosting!
Lori said…
Story sounds very interesting. Thx for the chance!!
Lisa Brown said…
I enjoyed getting to know your book; congrats on the tour, I hope it is a fun one for you, and thanks for the chance to win :)
Sounds like a great book, thanks for sharing!
Rita Wray said…
I enjoyed reading the post.
JohnFeldman said…
Thank you for hosting me today, Judy. And thank you to everyone who took the time to leave the thoughtful comments. I'll be popping back in a little later so anyone reading this after a long day of work, feel free to join the party.
Joseph Wallace said…
What is your favorite literary charachter of all time? Thanks for the giveaway. I hope that I win. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(dot)com.
JohnFeldman said…
Favorite literary character of all time? Well, I'm not usually one who follows along with a series to take a ride with one specific character. I like to read stand-alones in the hopes of finding something new. That being said, Reed Farrel Coleman's Gus Murphy is a pretty good one. Such a backstory. Definitely someone to empathize with. I'd highly recommend Where It Hurts by Coleman.
Thanks for the question! And if you or anyone else are hopping back on tonight, I'd love to hear some recommendations for great literary characters.