~ I’m in the final stages of doing an official “re-launch” of In The Dark, and (finally) and official book launch of the (already released) novel, Lies That Bind.
I’ll be moving both novels to a new printer, which will allow for a more high-quality print version of both books - and even hard back options!
With the launch (and re-launch) of both novels, I have brand new covers coming too!
I’m excited to reveal these soon, but I’m struggling with writing the new book blurbs.
If you so feel so inclined, I’d LOVE to get feedback from YOU!
Check out the two new blurbs below... and let me know what you think!
If I change the blurbs based on your feedback, I’ll credit you in the reprint of the associated book(s)! Please send all feedback/suggestions to email@example.com
Here they are:
In The Dark:
What would you do if you couldn’t remember your own life?
If all you had were fragmented and foggy memories that seemed out of place?
That’s how I’m learning to live.
I catch myself questioning everything and everyone.
Every person is a stranger ...even my own wife and our son.
Just when I think I’ll go mad from this, I get glimpses.
Visions of events and people that sometimes seem familiar.
But other times, these apparitions are otherworldly and threatening.
Are these visions just a result of the accident? Senseless chatter from my damaged brain?
Or are they echos of my real memories?
With every day that passes, I get a growing feeling that something isn’t right.
The darkness in my mind plays tricks on me, as if intentionally.
Am I grasping at straws as I lose my mind?
Or is there something more sinister happening?
Things are getting worse now, and it’s a race against time to find out the truth, lest I end up living the rest of my life like this.
Lost in the dark.
Lies That Bind:
Running, lying, pretending.
All of my life, that’s all I have ever known.
It’s what I’ve always done.
It’s how I survive.
My parents can’t help me, because the man is chasing them too.
We’re all in this together. The police can’t help us. No one can help us.
More than ever before, I want to stop running now.
I want to stop pretending. I want to stay here, and live my life, like a normal person.
I want to stay here with her.
How does the man always seem to find us, no matter how far we run?
No matter how well we hide, it’s only a matter of time.
He is a stalker, a predator, a murderer.
He has always been after us, and he’ll never stop.
The only way to end this is to stop him.
I’m the only one that can do that now, and stopping him means that we can finally stop running.
I know what I have to do.