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Grave Reviews; Hannah...

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Blurb



Hannah's best known for raving reviews, whether good or bad. She knows the business like the back of her hand, because she's worked for the New York Times for what seems like eons. Although she’s seen her fair share of upcoming prolific authors, when Salim Jabob’s book hits her desk its anything but readable. The very concepts he suggest are laughable, Hannah attacks it, then deems it trash. When her editor asks her to reconsider the review, because it'll only add to this week's death threats, Hannah considers it, but in the end stands on her integrity.

Luke’s worked the force for 12 years now, and if he’d thought he’d seen it all, this last case scared even him. He was a bit annoyed when Chief of police Johnson asked him to do a special detail, and was actually pissed when he found out it was for his daughter. He didn't have time to babysit some stuck up police chief's brat. 

Someone was taking out book reviewers, and not just with words. 

Yet, from the minute Luke walked into Hannah's living room, something in her eyes told him he was right where he needed to be, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she was safe....

Book Excerpt:

Chapter one…

New York Times

News Room...

 I tossed the book on my desk, then frowned.

It was complete crap!

Why the author would think any intelligent person would want to read this shite, I had no clue.

I looked up as my editor Jordan walked into my office. Jordy was such a cutie, all SoHo, and completely gay. I’d had notions of him, until I met his BF Kendrick, the tall chocolate dream, as we office girls call him.

“What did you think?” He asked, and I frowned.

“It was crap.” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

“Really Han, he’s gotten nothing but rave reviews!” He wailed, and I shrugged.

“I guess there’s no accounting for taste. There wasn’t one redeeming quality I could find in the entire manuscript.”

“And you’re not saying that just because it has an Arab feel?” He snapped, and my eyes widened.

“No! Are you trying to say I’m racist?” I cried offended, and he shook his head.

“Of course not, but how you can say this book is bad, I can’t fathom. Granted, the depiction of women is horrid, but it is a part of their culture. Are you sure your ethnocentric American ways aren’t interfering with an honest review Hannah?”

“How can you even say that to me Jordy?”

“Because, I want the review to be because you didn’t like the story, the characters or what have you, not because of the fact that you don’t understand the culture, the people themselves, dialect, slang, or what you deem not normal for Americans.” He cried, and I sighed.

“Fine, I’ll go over my review, and make sure it has to do with the book itself, and the book only. I won’t factor in the fact that they treat women like shit, are a bunch of misogynist bastards, and I want to scream from the top of my lungs.” I retorted, and he grinned.

“Thank you, that is all I’m asking.” He said, then frowned. “Mail just came from last weeks reviews.” He said, and I laughed.

“Fine, put it in my slot. Any new death threats?” I asked laughing, and he grinned shrugging.

“I’ll get it on my way out tonight.” I said, and he grinned again.

“Alright, if you’re inclined to go, Kendrick, Melly, Tom and I are heading over to Three Lights tonight after work for some Mimosas.” He smiled, and I laughed.

“Cool, if I’m done with the review early, then I’ll head over; if not I’ll see you in the morning.” I said, he nodded, then left my office. 

                                                                   ***

 

Four hours later, I looked at the review, then sighed.

I shut down the computer, looked at the clock, then sighed again.

It was 10pm, and I was so not in the mood for Mimosas.

I just wanted to go home and sack out. I grabbed my briefcase, my purse, shut off the light, then left my office.

When I reached the station, I frowned as the people jostled me back and forth.

I frowned at the man next to me, then out of nowhere, I went flying towards the track. 

                                                                    *** 

“Oh my God!” The man screamed as he saw the woman hit the tracks, and was immediately out. The police guards ran from the booth, jumped down on the tracks, just as they heard the blow of the train horn.

“Stavens, hurry the fuck up!” Collins yelled, then jumped down to help him get the woman off the tracks.

Once they got the women up, and the waiting crowd moved out of their way, Stavens called NY PD.

“What the hell happened?” Collins cried, and Staven’s shook his head.

“I have no fricken clue, one minute she was standing there, and the next she was on the tracks.” He cried as the paramedics pushed their way through the crowd.