In several interviews, you've stated a desire for character-driven fiction with strong emotion. With that in mind I would like to introduce you to Chris Burke, the protagonist of PARALLEL LIVES, a story of friendship, forgiveness, and accepting responsibility for your actions.
Chris Burke is a Good Guy. He helps out his aging parents. He counsels troubled teens. But he’s also that Chris Burke, the one who killed James LaValle thirty years ago. Chris has paid his debt to society and rebuilt his life. He wants to put the past behind him and live anonymously. And then Madison Cooper calls.
Complete at 93,000 words, PARALLEL LIVES is a work of Literary/Commercial fiction and will appeal to readers who enjoyed HOTEL ON THE CORNER OF BITTER AND SWEET. The full manuscript is available on request. Thank you for your consideration.
My arms and shoulders burned as they hoisted my body up and down. I took deep, controlled breaths, filling and emptying my lungs with each repetition. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, at my hairline. As I lowered myself, a drop rolled down the side of my nose, held to the tip, and fell, leaving a dark spot on the gray carpet.
A nightly ritual. Push ups. Sit ups. Squats. I didn’t have free weights to lift, but that was alright. I wasn’t interested in sculpting my body. This wasn’t done to impress anyone. I did it to stay in shape, for the benefits of mind and body, and because, like any habit, good or bad, it was hard to break.
The phone shrilled, its irritating electronic chirp gnawing at my concentration. I didn’t want to interrupt the rhythm of my exercises--fifteen more push-ups and I could rest--but nighttime calls worried me. It was too late in the evening for telemarketers, too late in the year for campaign calls, and too late in my life for a “Hey, let’s meet at the bar for a beer.” Late phone calls used to be a way of life. The older you get the more often they seem to bring bad news. I hustled across the small apartment to the kitchen, drying my face with the bottom of my shirt as I went, and picked up the phone.
At first there was nothing but the sound of an open line, maybe some music, faint in the background.