During his virtual book tour, Norman will be
awarding an e-copy of Sick Like That & The Last Gig to a lucky randomly
drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free
to visit his other tour stops and enter there, too!
A little
bit about the author:
Norman
Green reports this about himself: "I have always been careful, as Mark
Twain advised, not to let schooling interfere with my education. Too careful,
maybe. I have been, at various times, a truck driver, a construction worker, a
project engineer, a factory rep, and a plant engineer, but never, until now, a
writer." He lives in Emerson, New Jersey, with his wife, and is hard at
work on his second novel.
A little
bit about the book:
Combining
his pitch perfect voice for the characters who live in New York's underbelly
with a compelling new protagonist, Norm Green’s Shadow of a Thief grabs you by
the throat and doesn't let go
In a previous life,
Saul Fowler was a thief-for-hire with an impressive client list, including the
US government. When he seeks shelter from his addictions up on the coast of
Maine, his past come back to haunt him in the form of his estranged stepfather,
Reverend McClendon. “Someone killed my daughter,” says the rev. “Find out who
did it Saul, I know you can help me. Please?” None of this would be Saul's
problem, except that the girl might be his half-sister.
Back in NYC, a place he
never thought he’d see again, Saul delves deep under the surface of the dead
girl’s life. Before long he finds himself contending with gangs, pimps,
prostitutes, the NYPD, and just maybe, the fifth fundamental universal force.
Finding the truth will either change his life forever, or end it.
Gritty and
unputdownable, this is perfect for fans of James Lee Burke and Robert Crais.
Excerpt from Shadow of a Thief:
Money changed hands.
Aniri counted out twenty crisp Ben
Franklins. Corey tried not to think
about how much Aniri paid and in what currency in order to earn each of those
bills. There was another murmured
conversation, and then Aniri removed her watch and handed it to the woman
before turning to Corey. “Give me your
watch, baby. And your cell. We can’t take anything mechanical out there
with us.”
“Out where?” Corey handed her his watch and fished around
in his coat pocket for his phone. He
preferred to keep it clipped to his belt but Aniri would yell at him and call
him a nerd when he did that.
“Shh. This is an earth ceremony.”
“Oh great, an earth ceremony. Does that mean like the alleyway out back?”
“Coreeee... Please?”
He didn’t know if she knew it but he
was powerless over her, he would do anything to get her to love him back. The woman behind the counter took the phone
and the watches, put them in an old cigar box and stuck the box up on the
shelf, next to the skull. “Please wait
here,” she said softly. She opened a
door behind the counter and went out..
Corey looked at Aniri as the door closed. “Life with you,” he said, “is many things,
but never dull.”
She locked her pale brown eyes on
his. “Some day in South Carolina,” she
said, “what a great story this will be.”
“Right now,” he told her, “I can’t
even picture what South Carolina looks like.”
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