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Rev Up Your iPads!

Money Side Up--the new Carina Quintana Mystery–is now available in the Apple iBooks store!

And the even better news is that it’s available at the same introductory price as at Amazon. In fact, all of the Carina Quintana Mysteries* are available for $2.99 for a limited time from both Amazon and Apple!

So, what are you waiting for?

 

 

*Those would be:

  • Late Boomer
  • Roomer Has It
  • White Tie & Tales
  • Dead On a Rival
  • Loose Canon
  • All the Rage

Money Side Up (Up, and Away!)

Money Side Up, the seventh Carina Quintana Mystery, has now been published!

This action-packed adventure opens with a lethal, pre-dawn gun battle on a Fort Lauderdale beach between an outlaw motorcycle gang and Florida police in which Carina is wounded, and from there the complex, fast-paced and winding plot begins its many twists and turns.

Twisted might also serve as an apt descriptor for the story’s antagonist, a deadly young woman named Regina Roy who is on dual quests–first, to climb out of the shadow of her late, identical twin brother, Rex, who was the gang’s local president and, second, to right the wrongs she believes that one member of every twin pair does to the other.

Both of these quests result in a trail of mangled corpses from Fort Lauderdale to Atlanta and give rise to a series of interconnected cases that seem to defy solution. Will Carina be up to the task?  She has faced formidable foes before but Regina Roy is hardly your average killer. Weakened by a genetic disorder but strengthened by an iron will–along with an extreme workout regimen, the eye of a sharpshooter and the heart of an assassin–there are no limits to what Regina will do to survive and to win.

Money Side Up is available now from Amazon at a special introductory price and will be available shortly in the Apple Store and most other e-book outlets.  And because there are just too many David Bensons out there (!),  I’ve used the fuller David M Benson this time (as I did with Dark Fire; Yesterday’s Tears).

So what are you waiting for?

Last-Minute Christmas Gift Idea!

Just a thought. The paperback version of Dark Fire: Yesterday’s Tears by David M Benson–available at Amazon.com–would make a great last-minute gift or stocking-stuffer for that voracious reader in your life!

And for that loving person with whom you share an iPad or Kindle, there are six Carina Quintana Mysteries to choose from!

And, yes, number seven is nearing completion…

Happy Holidays everyone!

A Quick Thought From Rainy (!), Art Basel-y Florida

I’m 44,000 words into Money Side Up, the next Carina book, and loving it! God, I’ve get to figure out how to get these things made into movies! Rooney Mara as Carina?

 

Blood Moon

Laura and I stepped outside about a half hour ago to see the blood moon. Very cool. Never saw one and I hear there won’t be another for 17 years. Anyway, since I’m a warped (is there another kind??) writer, it made me wonder how many stories, plays, books or screenplays would be begun now called Blood Moon….

 

 

Serialization of Dark Fire; Yesterday’s Tears

For those of you who have not yet gotten around to reading DFYT, good news! I’ve decided to serialize it. Reproduced below is the Prologue of the book. This will be followed in a couple of days by Chapter 1 and then every few days by each succeeding chapter (of which there are nearly 40).

Enjoy! And if you get hooked, feel free to buy the e-book or the paperback at Amazon.

 

 

DARK FIRE: YESTERDAY’S TEARS

A Novel by

David Benson

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 Copyright © 2015 by David M. Benson and Bruised Peach Productions. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

ISBN 978-0-9885815-6-2

FOR LAURA, AGAIN (AND AGAIN)


Prologue

The odds suggested that there would be a day like this, but they did not give any hint of what the mortar shell would sound like as it screamed toward you or what would go through your mind as it did.

Their unit had been at it for over a year, since her twenty-third birthday, cleaning up after failed missions or taking on the ones that could not be allowed to fail. The kind of missions you could never talk about afterwards and that, if you died performing them, your loved ones would never have the comfort of knowing how much evil you had prevented.

Most of Jane Garrison’s days were not the sort that a former high school valedictorian, cheerleader and Fulbright scholar typically graduated to. But Garrison was not typical, and even compared with the average American soldier who found herself there, her days in Afghanistan were anything but routine.

Hers was officially a non-combat unit, which would explain why women could be part of the team. But it did not explain the M4 carbine that was slung across her chest, or the Glock 19 holstered at her waist. Or, for that matter, their very specialized computer and communications gear or the MK47 grenade launchers carried by several of their number, let alone their DARPA-developed tools, most still in beta, tools that Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency leadership entrusted only to them.

The insignia on her faded camouflage uniform suggested she was a captain, but then again so did the uniforms of each of her comrades. And instead of their actual names, the name patch on each of their jackets simply read Death, written in the abjad farsi lettering understandable to most Afghanis.

Their very specialized orders were developed in a darkened room deep inside the Pentagon and delivered by encrypted e-mail, and the individual assignments were then fleshed out among themselves. No one could recall the last time they had had received a live briefing and an outsider would be challenged to figure out who among them was the team leader. And while Jane was not the youngest of them, she was not far from the oldest.

They rarely interacted with other units but when they did it was only to request support of one kind or another, requests that were never denied. They were likewise seldom asked to explain their role or at whose behest they were acting. When suppositions were made that they might somehow be aligned with Delta Force or the Rangers or Special Operations Command, perhaps even the CIA or a private defense contractor, they neither confirmed nor denied the possibility.

They were all savants of one kind or another and bringing them together had been a stroke of genius not often demonstrated by our military. They had received highly specialized training and their mission planning was unparalleled. The attention to detail was reflected in the team’s unusually high success and low casualty rates. They kept to themselves when not on a mission and traveled to their target zones in two stealth helicopters, the noise suppression aspects of which were much more highly valued than their radar evading capabilities, and their arrival was always a surprise. They were all patriots, of course, but they were committed less to what they were doing than to the manner in which they were doing it.

But despite how strongly the odds might have been stacked in their favor, how thoroughly they parsed the details, how many satellite images they and their handlers in DC studied, there were an enormous number of variables to be accounted for in each of their missions. Every member of the team knew that variables were just that, and that for any given assignment on any given day there was always one or two that could not be anticipated and accounted for, aberrations of some sort.

Such was the case early one morning as Garrison and five of her colleagues crouched outside a small, once brightly colored stucco house with peeling paint and crumbling walls while six more of their brethren entered the house and quietly took the lives of two Taliban government ministers and their security guards. Garrison should have been piloting one of the helos but it had been too long in her view since she had gotten dirty and this seemed like as good a time as any to correct that. So she had traded places with another of their half dozen pilots.

Their first step on any foray was the deployment of highly sophisticated airborne jamming equipment, capable of shutting down all forms of cell and internet services in a target area, while they were still on their approach. But today their quarry had apparently managed to get off some sort of SOS and scant minutes after their arrival a barrage of mortar fire rained down on the dusty front yard where Garrison and her comrades watched and waited while the assassins were still inside.

It was the usual imprecise, scattershot affair, but the bad guys got lucky that morning. As Garrison raced to reach cover, a round exploded directly in front of her and wreaked outrageous violence on her young, fit body.

Please let me die quickly was the last thought that went through her mind as her brethren hauled what they thought was her corpse to the helo and the pain mercifully shut down the agony.

 

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Gee, I’ve been kinda quiet…

Yes, uncharacteristically so! It’s been a while since my last post and just in case you were wondering what I’ve been up to, writing-wise at least, the answer is, not much, except mulling over what my next project should be.  The idea for the short story that I included with my last post–The Eternity Wall–kept me busy and focused, for a short time anyway, while I was ruminating. I think it’s pretty good (I’ve gotten some really good feedback–thanks!) and you should take a few minutes and give it a look if you haven’t. I even considered using the underlying story as the basis for the next Dark Fire book. But after much mulling and ruminating, I’ve shelved that idea, at least for now.

You see, Dark Fire: Yesterday’s Tears hasn’t exactly been selling like gangbusters, so other than pleasing myself and a few others, there’s not a lot of incentive for devoting the time and effort to a follow-up.

On the other hand, all of the Carina Quintana Mysteries continue to at least trickle out the door, even though it’s been some time since the last one and I’ve done no additional promotion. Then there’s the fact that I really like Carina and the other characters and truly enjoyed writing about their travails! I guess you can see what’s coming! Yes, I’ve decided to write another Carina book, which will be the seventh in the series. It will be some months before it’s available so in the meantime catch up on the others if you missed them–and maybe even give Dark Fire: Yesterday’s Tears a try, too!

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