Saturday, November 14, 2015

BLOG TOUR Scorned Ali Ryn by: Andrew Hess

 Andrew Hess is a resident of Long Island New York who likes to spend much of his time traveling between Long Island, New York City and the Dutchess County areas. In 2011 he debuted with his first book Chamber of Souls, a small book of free verse poetry which depicted the struggles of a man who thought he had everything in the world only to feel like he lost everything after a rough break-up. In 2013, Andrew debuted his novel The Phoenix Blade: Project Justice; the first in The Phoenix Blade series.
Andrew is also a blogger at where he interviews and promotes other authors in order to assist indie authors get more exposure. Andrew is also a frequent guest on the Anthony Charles Podcast, a show dedicated to creative professionals as they give insight into their works and the lives they lead; guests have included authors, comedians, musicians, stuntmen, actors and producers.

 This action packed thrill ride will leave you on the edge of your seat.

What do you do when your biggest case has come to an end? Stuck with mandatory desk duty, Detective Ali Ryan's life as she knows it, is over. Six months without any action brought out a hunger to get back in the field. What she got, was much more than she bargained for.
The body of Blake Ambrose, one of the best defense attorneys in Dutchess County, has washed up on the shores of the Hudson River. Is this the case that will get her back on her feet?
Or will it end up being her last?

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Excerpt –
Nightmares have plagued me for the first six months of 2006. Dreams of burning buildings, people drowning, and dead body after dead body piling up at the foot the Ulster County Police Station’s steps filled my mind. It didn’t matter where I went, I saw the faces of the seven students that were murdered by a cold calculating twenty something year old. If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to live with the lasting image of firing the bullet that ended his life. You would think all of this could be avoided by simply waking up. Unfortunately for me, these images were burned into my brain, forcing me to live with them every day.
             The media wasn’t any help. Every day there was a new headline that took a shot at me, my actions or the Ulster County P.D. Throughout the last six months, all I read were bold captions of: Detective Ryan Slays Campus Killer. Campus Killer Thwarted By Police. Police Under Fire.
             Okay maybe all of the headlines weren’t too bad, but they constantly reminded me of what happened for months leading up to the Campus Killer’s death. His reign of terror ended when I killed the miserable son of a bitch. That’s what brought this media hail storm to the Ulster County P.D. Half of the town and my police department billed me as some sort of hero. They were no longer afraid to leave their homes or walk around campus because some deranged killer was on the loose. Others condemned me for using such deadly force to stop a potential suspect without ever letting him defend himself.
             I was justified. That’s what I had to keep telling myself. Several months of investigating the deaths of six victims led to one last game of cat and mouse. He baited me into following him into a high speed chase down I-84 until it abruptly ended at the airport. He was on the run and wanted me to watch as the last opportunity to catch him slip through my fingers. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
             It replayed in my head every day. Intense fear burned in those eyes as I yelled freeze. The tip of a knife slithered out from his sleeve and pressed against an innocent woman’s throat. My hand shook as I readied my aim. I wanted to take the sick bastard down. The smirk on his face told me he knew I wouldn’t fire my gun, not when I had a petrified woman staring back at me.
             Before I could react, a tall, dark, and handsome hero came to my aid. I don’t know how he knew where to find me, but lucky for me he showed up just in time. He jumped into attack mode in a flash, saving the woman’s life. That’s when I saw red. A crimson stream poured down Matthew’s pristine white shirt. My body reacted faster than I realized. The trigger snapped back and a loud blast shot from the barrel of the gun. A bullet sized hole blew through DeFalco’s head. The live drained from his body, but his face has haunted me ever since. I don’t know why, but something feels unresolved, like I missed something.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for being a part of the Scorned book tour.