Ethan searches for Facts not Advertising dollars
Ethan is a true newshound. He has no interest in ad revenue. He just
wants to discover secrets, crimes, and astounding truths. He will gladly risk
his life to discover the truth. He dreams of the day when he finally wins a
Pulitzer prize for one of his pieces. Thus, he will NEVER become an editor,
because they do have to care about ad revenues. The truth is, Ethan has
probably gone as far as he’ll ever go unless he can find a shocking truth about
the missing father that will astound everyone.
BLURB
Reporter, Ethan Long, is sent into the backwoods of Arkansas to
investigate a woman who claims her sixteen boys were born by Immaculate
Conception. Not believing in divine intervention, Ethan plans to uncover the
identity of the man who continues to impregnate Sara Smith every year, leaving
her to raise her sons on nothing but luck and love. He enters their home as a
tutor and eventually discovers the truth, but not before he has fallen in love
with Sara and her wonderful boys. Now he must face his own crossroad in life
and decide whether to follow his heart or his professional obligations.
EXCERPT
Jacobs glanced down at a sheet of paper in
front of him. His face soured as if the paper gave him indigestion. “Here’s the
problem. If this story’s done right, it could be Pulitzer prize winning.”
Ethan felt every muscle in his body tense with
excitement.
“It could give this paper great publicity which
could translate into bigger ad revenues.”
Ethan’s foot thumped with impatience. He had no
interest in advertising revenue. He was a newshound, a reporter, a man on the
streets, finding the secrets, uncovering the truths, and explaining the complex
so all could understand.
His news-sense told him Jacobs had a great lead
on his desk. Yet, he could see the lead was not yet his. Something was making
Jacobs hesitate, probably his ex-wife’s tantrum.
“I’m your man,” Ethan said with certainty.
Jacobs chewed the inside of his cheeks. “Well,
that’s my problem. You’re my best writer, but I’m not sure you can set aside
your personal issues to do this story.”
“What personal issues? I’m a hundred percent
professional!” Ethan felt his anger rise again. Damn his ex-wife! Jacobs had never
in the six years he’d worked for this paper ever suggested he wasn’t
professional until now.
“If this was a bank heist, I couldn’t agree
more. But this story might have a better chance with Carlson.”
His fingers gripped the plastic arms of the
chair. “Carlson! He can’t write himself out of a paper bag.”
Jacobs sighed and nodded in agreement. “Which
is why I’m contemplating giving you this story, even though my gut tells me you
can’t do it.”
He released the chair’s arms before he snapped
them in two. “Well, your gut needs to see a doctor, Jacobs. There isn’t a story
in the world I can’t do better than Carlson.”
SALES LINK
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Luck be an Angel
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liza
O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods
every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she
learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in
Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia,
dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four
river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in
watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has
and always will be writing novels.
(I've got 38 of them now and more to come!)
