My Book Idea Hits #2 on the SOOP Hot List for the Week!

My synopsis for Denouement hit #2 for the week on Something or Other Publishing, LLC! Great start! Hope it keeps getting votes. Would be a great opportunity to get some exposure, build my author platform and perhaps get a publishing contract!

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You can check out my page for this book here including the prologue and some excerpts. 

DENOUEMENT

Crossing the Rhine River in Germany 1945

The story of Albert Aldrich: writer, stoner, caretaker of his broken family, and part-time peeping tom. When Albert discovers a long-forgotten cache of his grandfather's journals, he embarks on a quest to tell his grandfather's story. He might create a better ending for them both.

In this sprawling epic novel, readers get both the story of Albert Aldrich, a broken and troubled young writer, and of Micky McKeever, his war-ravaged grandfather. While Albert attempts to bring meaning to his disappointing and downwardly spiraling existence, he encounters an outspoken city-girl who might strike the perfect balance to his rural Alaskan life. Mick, on the other hand, is a wildly popular musician and a GI in the 89th Infantry. Mick meets a gorgeous and independent nurse named Cassie and the two strike a thrilling romance with the worst possible timing.

The two narratives of Albert and Mick come together with fantastic complexity as Albert struggles to fashion a better denouement for them both.

Novel excerpts:

Prologue- The Storm
A crabbing boat is in trouble in a Bering Sea storm and the Captain grapples with life and the state of his soul.

Part 1- Albert in Alaska
Albert Aldrich struggles to balance his life as a writer, caretaker of his family and full-time enthusiast of marijuana.

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Denouement: Albert in Alaska

He was alone.

Mountains across the lake from Harbor, Alaska

Albert Aldrich looked at the words he’d just written. They were hard, sharp. They deserved their own paragraph. He flipped his pen over and tapped it anxiously against the page, wondering if there was more he could say. But after a moment, the epiphany was fading. Defeated, he stuffed the pen and the moleskin journal into his sweatshirt pocket and exhaled deeply.

The day was pristine, one of the best of the summer. Albert sat quietly on the beach, as he often did, with his back against the carcass of a surf-battered spruce. The cool breeze from the bay felt comfortable, even refreshing, having none of its usual bite. The sky was clear and generous views of the Silver Mountains, usually veiled by fog, could be seen across the water. Closer to land, massive tankers and fishing vessels crisscrossed their way through the Bering Sea at the mountains’ base.

Albert was late but showed no sign of hurry. Inspiration was more important than punctuality anyway, and the idea for how he could end the story he’d been writing had taken shape on his walk. Besides, the weather was beautiful, which was rare in Harbor. The sky was first-prize blue. He watched its reflection flicker off the placid ocean.

In one smooth motion, he withdrew his father’s zippo from his cargo pants, ignited it, and set the end of a small joint ablaze. Smoke plummeted into his lungs. He dropped the zippo back into his pocket. In the sand in front of him, Albert had subconsciously traced a shape quite resembling the waist-up profile of a naked woman. With some embarrassment he made the drawing disappear under a spray of sand. But not before adding two areola-like pokes.

A speckled, half-border collie mutt came bounding towards him, dropping a stick at his feet. The dog laid down with his paws out expectantly, looking—with the top half of left ear flopped forward—from Albert to the ball.

“No more, Trigger,” Albert said. His father had given him that name. And trained him well. Trigger licked his lips, let out a disappointed groan and laid his chin between his paws.

The loud toot of The Alaska Adventurer pulled Albert to his feet. He watched the massive, white ship lumber in from open water, returning after a three-week absence to bring a fresh population of 500 travelers mostly for a week-long vacation, as it always did from May through August. Albert didn’t share in the general disdain for these “sunbirds”, as they were sometimes called. He found the much-needed color in the otherwise bleak socialscape exciting. Since, in his mind, he’d tested the local waters as thoroughly as he felt capable, he couldn’t help but hope the Adventurer might bring the girl who could end his protracted drought.

(Read the previous section: Prologue)

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