I’ll give you a minute to take the super secret oath, paper-cut your thumb, and dab the blood onto your screen, device, whatever.
Done? Let’s do this…
What is the Secrety Society, you ask? They’re the extremely hush-hush corporation at the center of my thriller, The Secret Society. It’s complicated. Here…read the blurb.
Okay, are you back? Whew, that’s a lot of info (and secrets) I divulged. I hope “LMI” isn’t listening. They have eyes and ears everywhere. Turns out, um, they’re not quite as fictional as I thought.
Still, here I am, risking it all to tell you where the idea came from…or, at least, where I thought it came from:
“The Husband Bench”
Yep. That place where suffering men sit at malls and stores, waiting for their significant others to finish Epic Shopping. Some time ago, my wife parked me amongst several other bored guys, told me it’d be just a minute. Well, it wasn’t. But I started watching the men; men from all walks of life with nothing in common but sheer boredom. I began to wonder if some of them had other reasons for being there. Running with the idea, I thought the “husband bench” might be a particularly secretive, discreet, amusing, and unusual place for a clandestine meeting.
Now all I had to do was come up with a reason for the secret meeting. Hence, The Secret Society was born.
Or so I thought. Now, someone’s watching me. My cell-phone’s tapped, my computer’s being tracked, a dark Town car keeps following me. You’re my only hope, dear reader…you must find out the truth from my book and expose the evil conspiracy. And why they’re doing it! Before it’s too late!
My life depends on your buying this book!
A dark suspense thriller with an unhealthy vein of humor coursing through its veins, Secret Society is the first in a trilogy. A fictional trilogy…or is it? The second book you can get here: Serial Killer Thriller! Third and final book on the way.
What’re you waiting for?