Only a Dollar!

In celebration of releasing Lucent Sylph on Saturday, all of my other books will be only 99 cents for two weeks!!

Check them out HERE Lucent Sylph is also up for pre-order!  However, Amazon is being stinky, and won’t mark it for free.  If you want to wait for it to be free, wait until Saturday, and I’ll give you a different link.  🙂

The Hotline Girl is AVAILABLE!

Praise the Lord!  The release party was a success!!
Even if you didn’t get to go, but want to order The Hotline Girl, it is now ON THE MARKET!  (Woohoo)
Kindle version: http://www.amazon.com/Hotline-Girl-RJ-Conte-ebook/dp/B00VB14JWM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1430614428&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Hotline+Girl

and paperback version (Use the code MAYDAY for free shipping): http://www.lulu.com/shop/rj-conte/the-hotline-girl/paperback/product-22128672.html

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The Bloody Rag – RJ’s Flash Fiction – Posted Exclusively Here!

996 words, posted exclusively at BlondeRJ, for your reading pleasure.  Thanks, Heather Fitzgerald, for the idea!

 

 

How long have I been driving?

The freeway seems to yawn forever in front of me. Stop and go. Stop and go. LA traffic is hell on wheels.

I am waiting for exit 6, but I can’t even remember what time I left home. My mind is fuzzy and blurry and I’m exhausted.

The license plate in front of me reads “IMAH8TR.” Not clever or cute. Just stupid.

Fantastic. I’m stuck behind the “Hater” and the eye-piercing sunlight makes my head ache. I recall that this is normal for me. Headaches are part of life here in the smog of LA.

Hater slams on his brakes in front of me. I slam on mine as well, cursing loudly. Who gives losers like this driver’s licenses?

To add to Hater’s incompetence, he has something sticking out of the trunk of his Toyota Camry. I squint, my eyes tired. It looks like part of a blue flannel shirt. So Hater has a trunk full of clothes? What is he – an illegal immigrant? For some reason, this irritates me further. I can feel the road rage escalating inside of me. Pedal, brake, pedal brake. I’m going crazy.

Wait. Wasn’t the shirt blue? Now I can see that part of it is actually red. What kind of flannel combines blue plaid and bright solid red? So Hater has poor taste in clothes as well.

I am sitting so closely behind the Camry that I can see the red more clearly now. It’s not even in any sort of a pattern. It’s like a big bad stain. And it’s spreading. With a gasp, my brain comes into focus in an instant.

The red is spreading.

The bright color boldly creeps into every corner, overwhelming the blue and conquering the fabric for its own. Soon the scrap hanging out of the trunk is completely crimson.

What is this: sunlight-changing fabric? If only the hue didn’t remind me so much of…

Blood.

Drip.

Time freezes as the first drop falls. I watch it, stopped dangerously close to the Hater car in front of me. My stomach clenches as I drive over it a second later. For crying out loud, it’s got to be blood.

I’ve got to call the police.

Ignoring the hands-free driving rule, I fumble for my cell phone, my fingers trembling and shaking. I accidentally drop the phone at my feet and swear, stretching sweaty palms to find it, my eyes glued to the dripping of scarlet that hits the asphalt every other second.

“I’m on the 5, between exits 7 and 8!” I scream after dialing 911. My temples throb. “There’s a car with something hanging out of the trunk. It looked like a shirt, and now it’s covered in blood. It’s dripping.” Admitting this makes it true, and I shudder at the words.

“Can you stay behind the car and keep us on the line, sir?” The woman’s voice responds to me calmly.

“I’ll help! They’re getting off the freeway!” I cry, not knowing what I’m saying. I find a gap and pull into it, heading for the right hand side. They’re leaving at number 6: my exit.

“And he’s pulling into the gas station at the corner of 9th and Steton,” I whisper now, the buzz of the freeway replaced by quieter road sounds. I feel so obvious, trailing the car. I park as inconspicuously as possible in the nearest parking spot, facing the car with the bloody shirt.

A burly man gets out, tattoos marking his shoulder. He begins to pump gas, lighting a cigarette dangerously close. He looks right at me through my windshield.

I’m dead now.

But he simply nods at me. My breath exhales all at once, and I feel like throwing up.

The officers appear out of nowhere from around the corner of the convenience store. Engaging the burly gas-pumper in conversation, three policemen suddenly attack him, throwing the man’s chest against his door. While two officers slips handcuffs onto the man’s brawny wrists, one hefts open the trunk.

He lifts out a much smaller man. His shirt and pants are caked in crimson, and he collapses against the officer who saved him.

I throw up my hands with a shout of glee, dropping my phone against the seat.

A tap at my window startles me. Two of the officers have made their way to my driver’s side door, dragging the criminal with him.

What are you doing? I mouth. Just let me be the good citizen! I don’t want this nasty fiend knowing who I am or that I ratted him out! I’m frozen in fear behind the wheel.

“Please step out of the car, sir,” they say firmly.

What the heck?

I do. And find myself also thrown up against my own door, my hands twisted back uncomfortably behind me. “You have the wrong guy! I’m not with them! I reported this to you!” I shout, wrestling against them in sheer terror.

They lead me, handcuffed, to the back of my own car. The bloody man is pointing, finger shaking, at me. Using my keys, they pop my trunk, and out jumps a woman! With an animal yell, she races, tripping and stumbling, over to the bloody man, throwing her arms around him.

My head stabs.

“Mick!” growls the burly, tattooed man. “Mick, you sold us out, you son of a dog! You called the police, didn’t you?” He curses and spits. “Your head hurts, doesn’t it, man? I knew you were a liability, you piece of puke!”

With a crash in my skull that feels like I have been electrocuted, it all comes back to me. My name is Mick. I beat up and kidnapped a wealthy couple. The tattooed hunk is my right-hand man. I suffered a brain injury in a robbery last year. I black out some times and forget who I am and what I’ve done.

And I just called the cops on myself.

 

Copyright RJ Conte 2015

 

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Angel-Lover for $4.00! And Two Others Available on Kindle

My novels are now all available on Amazon!  And Angel-Lover’s new cover is ready.  😀

Click here to see my Amazon.com author page, and check out my info and bookshelf.

My first novel, Dashwood Avenue, was published July, 2006 – 8 1/2 years ago!

Here is a blurb: It is 1953 and life for Kiralee Nottingham is dull, boring, and completely lacking in excitement. You dashwoodcan’t get a much smaller, quaint, seaside town than Upper-Chern, South Carolina. No one moves in or out and summer renters are a rare treat. The only kids Kiralee’s age are an obnoxious group that visit every summer. The oldest, George, is Kiralee’s personal irritant. Then, the elusive Slater family moves in. At first it appears they are the friends Kiralee dreamed about, but everything is not as it seems. With them come mystery, trouble, and adventure and Kiralee finds herself right in the middle of it! All the while, Kiralee is growing from awkward tomboy to young lady and George is leaving his old life as a spoiled rich boy to become an ally and friend.

You can now find Dashwood Avenue in paperback from on Amazon.com, and also for Kindle. (Appropriate for age 8+)

 

My second little sci-fi short story, The Hero of the Wars of Mougle (appropriate for age 10+) is now on Amazon Kindle as well – or in paperback form on Lulu.com.

Blurb: The distant planet of Mougle, inhabited by a creature made entirely out of a dust-like substance, has been at war for many dustquakes. Generational tradition of hatred and animosity runs deep, and it’s up to one general, with the help of a tragic secret, a sincere love, and a mysteriously compassionate friend, to lead his planet to the biggest battle of all.

 

And lastly, if you’d like to order a print version of Angel-Lover (appropriate for age 16+), it’s ready with a new cover and back.  The back features Chad’s special angel drawing, so it’s a fun copy to have.

It’s also, for the next two weeks (until January 24, 2015), available for only $4.00!  2DYou save 60%! 

This is a special promotion to celebrate the new cover.

It’s also on Amazon Kindle for $0.99 – and you can read it on any digital device, like even a laptop.

Blurb: Chad is a reclusive teenager whose thoughts are full of loneliness and suicide. The only thing that he obsesses over more than planning his own death is the nicest, sweetest, most beautiful girl in school. As he stalks her and watches her, he learns the truth about what she believes in and, in the process, finds someone else he did not expect.

Happy reading and thank you for your support!  God bless all of you!

Let Me Introduce You to My Babies…

Click on any of the book titles to be taken to Amazon to purchase.

 

My Fault (Ages 16+) – Christian Romantic Comedy

2D“I realized his eyes had lost that wary look. They were the bluest blue. Bluer than my favorite coffee mug. Bluer than the Solonaise County Public Pool when it’s actually been cleaned at the beginning of the summer before all those little kids in their floaties come and pee in it.”

Quirky Cleo Stanton has a problem: she’s falling for the guy she ran over with her car when she should not have been driving.

A devout Christian and quietly mysterious, Grayson Fox is as cute as he is kind, begrudgingly putting up with Cleo and her motor mouth. But will he ever forgive her for crushing his leg? Can she break him out of his shell? And what hilarity will ensue when the flamboyant Cleo tries to draw him out?

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A Bottle of Glass Hearts (Ages 13+) – Collection of Short

Stories

Deep and emotional, this touching collection consists of short stories about love and unique relationships, including titles: Gem, Lucent Sylph, Curls for Rae, Aine, Starwarrior, and His Bottles of Tears

 

Gem (Ages 10+) – Science Fantasy

Gem 2The planet of Topha is breaking into pieces, and the next core earthquake will destroy it, killing the entire population.

But God has sent generations of Omnicrons: children born with advanced brain abilities, telepathy, and telekinesis – children called upon to literally hold the planet together with the power of their minds. Few Omnicrons survive while completing their task.

Twenty-five-year-old Soleil is hired to be a motherly caretaker for the current Omnicron, the precocious and brooding eleven-year-old Gem. She finds herself drawn to the chosen child, but Gem seems resigned to his fate, as numb and emotionless as ever. Undeterred, Soleil resolves to bring joy back into his life. Can Soleil restore Gem’s will to live in time? And even if she can, will it be enough to enable him to survive the task ahead?

 

Heartsick (Ages 18+) – Christian Romantic Suspense

Blessing Spivey didn’t expect to cause such an uproar on her first day of college.

She’s a missionary kid, outgoing and eager to achieve her dreams, and when she leaves 2Dbehind the harder life of Mexico and arrives at her small Bible college, all she wants is to obtain a teaching degree – and maybe a man as well.

But she’s barely set foot on campus before a shadow looms over her. She is told she’s an exact doppelganger for Tessa Lyme, the popular school sweetheart who shocked the college last semester with her unexpected suicide. And now Tessa’s mysterious ex-boyfriend, Shale Westin, seems to have it out for Blessing.

Despite Shale’s hostility, Blessing is irresistibly drawn to him, and to the strange story of his girlfriend’s death. What secrets did Tessa’s glamorous life hide? And can Blessing protect her own heart from danger?

 

Lucent with badgeLucent Sylph: A Short Story (Ages 10+) – Science Fantasy

Lucas Thissel has something he fears: an alien species of palm-sized glass fairies called Lucent Sylphs. They came through a portal from a metaphysical dimension, and they indenture themselves as slaves to human beings. Too much neglect or unkindness, and they will cloud over and disintegrate. Too much love and their hearts are overcome and burst.

And one has attached herself to him.

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The Hotline Girl (Ages 16+) – Contemporary Romance, Fairy Tale Retelling (No Fantasy)

Arabella Rose is the county’s best suicide hotline telephone operator. But very few know the personal reasons behind her passion, until a call from a strangely compelling man shakes up her entire world.

 

 

12thGirl2The 12th Girl in Heaven (Ages 18+) – Crime, Mystery, Romantic Suspense, Fairy Tale Retelling (No Fantasy)

Macy Bandele’s goals are simple: get good grades, don’t make waves at the university, and find some place to belong. The mysterious princess sorority, Rho Lambda Tau, seems like the answer to her problems. If only the handsome Dillan Noughton didn’t keep challenging her way of thinking. What sinister plans do the sorority hide? And can Dillan help save her from herself?

 

 

2D Angel-Lover (Ages 16+) – Christian Issue-Driven

Chad is a reclusive teenager whose thoughts are full of loneliness and suicide. The only thing that he obsesses over more than planning his own death is the nicest, sweetest, most beautiful girl in school. As he stalks her and watches her, he learns the truth about who she is and, in the process, finds Something Else he did not expect.

 

 

Dashwood Avenuedashwood (Ages 8+) – Historical Mystery

It is 1953 and life for Kiralee Nottingham is dull, boring, and completely lacking in excitement. You can’t get a much smaller, quaint, seaside town than Upper-Chern, South Carolina. No one moves in or out and summer renters are a rare treat. The only kids Kiralee’s age are an obnoxious group that visit every summer. The oldest, George, is Kiralee’s personal irritant. Then, the elusive Slater family moves in. At first it appears they are the friends Kiralee dreamed about, but everything is not as it seems. With them come mystery, trouble, and adventure and Kiralee finds herself right in the middle of it! All the while, Kiralee is growing from awkward tomboy to young lady and George is leaving his old life as a spoiled rich boy to become an ally and friend.

 

 

 

Shameless Plug Day

Too excited not to share.

I now have an author page on Amazon.com and have a book available on Amazon Kindle!

My author page: http://www.amazon.com/RJ-Conte/e/B00MDY4T0S

Check out Angel-Lover, and read the first two chapters here.  See if it hooks you in.  🙂

Starting tomorrow, August 4th, through August 18th, in celebration of starting on Amazon Kindle, Angel-Lover will only be $0.99.  Get your copy now!  🙂

 

http://www.amazon.com/Angel-Lover-RJ-Conte-ebook/dp/B00MD5VH0W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407118860&sr=8-1&keywords=Angel-Lover+RJ+Conte

 

Tell me what you think when you read it!