I want to welcome Mike Fuller, the author of Side Slip his new release, to my blog this week as one of the stops along his blog tour. Mike will be giving away a digital copy of one of his books to a randomly selected commenter. Therefore, take a moment and say hello.
Title:
Side Slip
A Sam Deland Crime Novel, Book Three
ISBN:
978-1-62420-334-3
Author:
Mike Fuller
Genre: suspense
Excerpt
Heat Level: 1
Book
Heat Level: 3
REVIEW:
SIDE
SLIP -- A Sam Deland crime novel. Book III
by Mike
Fuller
Rating--5
Reviewed
by G. Lloyd Helm
Side
Slip is not an easy read, but well worth it. There is nothing predictable about
this book, but it does have a sort of familiarity. It has everything a crime
novel reader could want. There are
decent plot lines, but it is character driven all the way, which is why it is
sometimes hard to read. Fuller has made the characters so real that the reader
sympathizes with them, even the bad guys. And he gives you a wide range of
characters to choose from, Pennsylvania State Troopers, Male and Female,
Florida Sheriffs, Male and Female,
Farmers that used to be Navy SEALS, Dope seller/ murderers, crooked
cop/burglars, and dogs.
Side
Slip is worth the read.
TAGLINE
Cops, mobsters and murder all
mixed up and no one knows where it will end. But smart, tough and lucky swirl
together to push the action through the chilling story of both good guys and
bad.
BLURB
Stuck in paradise and he isn’t
very happy about it. Even the beautiful lady detective that gunned down the man
trying to kill them both can’t get him to stay. Corporal Sam Deland wants out.
Back to work leading his squad of state troopers and home where he can take up
the life he had to put on hold. But Sam isn’t the only one wanting him to
return. The woman he left behind is waiting for him and so is the Russian Mob.
Sam’s past is catching up with him, and he doesn’t see it coming, yet.
Detective Christie O’Shea, the pretty Florida cop that nursed Sam back to
health won’t have the time to miss him when he’s gone. Murder is what she’s
paid to solve, and she has to go after a killer that has sent shock waves deep
into the police community around her. A triple play of heart stopping and heart
warming suspense, action and life as Sam, his troopers and Christie all find
they are in the middle of murders and mobsters. A story that twists and turns
through the investigations and the lives of characters you will grow to know,
to cheer and to fear. Sharp dialogue, real characters and enough drama, humor
and mystery to keep the reader up late not ready to put it down yet. Another
thrilling Sam Deland crime novel from the author of Sink Rate and Rope Break.
EXCERPT
The search for a hidden key
did not go well. All the usual spots came up empty. Dickie went down the steps
to the garage but still no luck and then back up to where Ray stood next to the
front door and sighed, "Well, ain't no key. Let's get it over with."
The pry bar didn't get it
done. Ray had to whack the deadbolt a couple of hard hits with the sledge
before the door flew inward. Dickie started in and stopped short. He smelled
cinnamon. Ray almost ran into his back. Probably one a them plug in thingys.
Dickie held up his hand and
then swiveled his head back and forth, trying to adjust to the slightly
brighter light inside. Dickie heard nothing except the clicking of a wall clock
somewhere. He shrugged and crossed to the kitchen door at the other side of the
living room. Ray split to the right and did a quick walk through of the
downstairs.
They met at the foot of the
stairs and Ray pointed to a metal cabinet next to the cold fireplace,
"I'll start on that, give me the bar, eh?" It wasn't a real gun safe,
just a thin metal locker meant to keep kids away from the guns.
Dickie handed the pry bar to
Ray and started up the stairs, shining the flashlight as he moved out of the
light cast by the lamp. The cash and handguns were usually in the bedrooms.
There seemed to be three upstairs and a bathroom. Dickie had to piss by now and
stopped to go. He started and almost pissed on his hand when he realized there
was a candle in a glass jar burning on the tub rim. That appeared to be the
source of the cinnamon odor and was certainly the source of big trouble.
Ray was pounding loudly on
the metal cabinet downstairs, and Dickie almost shit his pants as the figure of
a small woman in a bathrobe passed by in the hall just outside of the bathroom.
Dickie didn't even zip up his jeans and stuck his head out of the bathroom and
looked down the hall. The small woman was there leaning out to try to get a
look at what was making all the noise downstairs. Dickie's blood turned to ice
when she turned toward him, and he saw the black automatic in her left hand.
She hadn't seen him yet. She
just stood there but then turned to go back toward the bedroom. He knew there
was probably a phone there, and he couldn't let her get to it. He tried to melt
into the small space between the sink and the door, and as she moved past, he
stepped in behind her and grabbed at the gun.
He missed. All that police
training didn't help. She yelped and turned the pistol toward him. It was not
quite full dark in the hall and Dickie could see it happening and knew what was
coming. Without hesitating, he swung the heavy flashlight and struck her across
her left cheek. The blow emitted a sickening crunch as bone gave way to the
heavy metal light. She staggered but did not go down. The gun was waving in the
short space of air between them and Dickie expected it to spit flame and his
death at any moment. He stepped into her and brought the flashlight down with
all his strength on top of her head.
She followed the motion of
the blow and crumpled onto the hallway floor. Dickie was breathing in gasps by
now, but he could still hear Ray pounding metal on metal. He tried to hit the
button on the flashlight to see if the woman was still conscious but his finger
slipped across. The wetness puzzled him for a moment but he got the light to
come on and as he played the beam down on the figure at his feet, he was
surprised to see blood dripping off the end and falling through the shaft of
light onto the pink bathrobe of the very dead woman beneath him.
MIKE FULLER
Mike Fuller Bio
After
writing professional documents for many years, Mike has finally devoted time to
his true passion, writing fiction where the story and characters come alive in
the reader’s mind. While his days were filled with authoring hundreds of detailed
crime reports, arrest affidavits, search warrants and grand jury presentments,
he took some of his own time and devoured books by the dozens. Reading not only
was a rewarding diversion, it provided him with the added education he needed
to function at a high level in his profession.
This has
led to the creation of Mike’s crime/suspense/detective novels Sink Rate, Rope Break and Side Slip, the
first three in the Sam Deland Crime Novel series. All are expected to be
published in 2015 and 2016 by Rogue Phoenix Press
Mike writes
with the real life experience that many years of law enforcement shaped and
influenced. The stories may be fiction but are based on how things happen in
the real world. His books are honest and
captivating novels written with a unique voice that will both chill and charm.
Mike is a
veteran police detective. He did it all from rookie patrolman to Senior Special
Agent. His life has been enriched by a wonderful marriage, parenting, work,
flying, sailing and good books. Mike is a lifelong outdoorsman, an experienced
tactical firearms instructor, champion sailplane pilot and the captain of his
own sailboat. All of these skills have made his novels vivid, exciting and
real. Now retired after a career with three law enforcement agencies, Mike
enjoys winters writing in Naples, Florida and summers sailing, writing and
researching the next novel at his rural Pennsylvania home.
Web/Blog: http://mikefullerauthor.com
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Facebook:
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On
Twitter: @mikefullerwrite
NOTE: Mike will be giving away a digital copy of one of his books to one randomly selected commenter on his blog tour.
