Monday, November 27, 2023

El Tiburón's New Look


Once upon a time a publishing company took a risk and published El Tiburón. I can hardly express how excited I was. But as time went on I began to sense that my action-packed crime novel wasn't a good fit for their mostly romantic works. It floundered. The books I published myself did well while El Tiburón got dusty. I finally decided to dissolve the contract and they surprised my by doing it for me.

Now I can sell it in the McGee Series along with Save the Girls (#1), Counterpart (#2), El Tiburón (#3), In the Crossfire of Revenge (#4), and Piratessa (#5).


So this meant re-publishing El Tiburón myself and getting a new book cover designed. As a promotional starter, I have set the price at Smashwords.com as "Reader Determines The Price." So if you want it for free, go for it. If you want to pay for it, then by all means do so... please :)


Review it at whatever site you got it from... I need reviews.

Saturday, November 25, 2023

Piratessa

I've had a busy month! I adapted Piratessa from a screenplay to a book and I'm loving the book cover. That photo on the front was taken by me on Isla Mujeres. The Fiverr artist (Lesia T.) did a great job on the cover design, don't you think?


A black widow story set in the high-stakes world of yachting and pirates, with a unique team of a seasoned detective and a schizophrenic bodyguard one step behind the villainous siren, PIRATESSA.


Reviews:

*In this modern pirates-tale you will be enthralled by the suspense which surrounds the crimes of our mysterious antagonists. We follow our main character, Craig, as he gets pulled into investigations which are taking place in his hometown of Montezuma, Costa Rica. This is a story which pulls you in quickly and keeps you engaged while you work alongside the main investigators to unravel the curious disappearances of various yachts and their owners. H. Schussman brilliantly weaves this story together in a realistic and engaging way, holding your curiosity until the last page. Izzy

*Finally, a modern-day female pirate story on the high seas! Bravo on an intriguing, suspenseful and most cautionary tale. Karen

Available at Amazon and Smashwords for every reading device, or just go to the place you normally buy ebooks.

Monday, November 28, 2022

The Tattered Book


Well, the book is officially released and doing well, thanks to you guys. This was a super fun book to write, though it was complex. It took swimming a lot of laps to figure out how to make a main character fall in love with the person reading the book, but I did it and I'm in better shape! :)


I tried using a seller from Fiverr again, but once again they claimed to be able to format for Smashwords Premium catalog and couldn't. Once again I had to format it myself. This inspired me to try making my own 3D mock-ups for media purposes. I did fairly well and it was free on Canva. Canva is also where I designed my book cover. For the first time, I've done the whole process myself. I did pay for some mock-ups (for the last time) and I did get an Amazon formatted PDF of the book from my Fiverr guy, but I could easily have done that myself.

So, here's to being an Indie-Author. If you want advice or help going this route, let me know.

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Pre-Order The Tattered Book


Going for a morning run, Cassi stops at a garage sale and buys a mysterious Tattered Book. Her family accuses her of living in a fictional world. Cassi disagrees, but as soon as she starts reading it her carefully ordered life begins to unravel. Every time she reads the book, she dreams about it… about what hasn’t happened yet. And the main character seems to see her, even in the written pages of the book she’s reading. Shy by nature, Cassi attempts to talk to him, but every time she does, she wakes up.


Detective Marco Marino is working an intricate and dangerous case. The Scutari mob family has threatened another business in Florence. As he works the case a woman keeps appearing and disappearing like a phantom. At first, he’s unnerved by this constant distraction from his work, until he realizes she is helping him solve the case. If only she could speak! When he takes her into his arms for a fleeting kiss, he knows she’s real. This is a mystery he must solve.

Order now at Smashwords or Amazon (either eBook or paperback). The Tattered Book will be released on Black Friday 2022.

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Bringing Apollo Home



FIRST CHAPTER OF BRINGING APOLLO HOME

SERENDIPITOUS

I glanced at the quiet, fair-skinned gentleman sitting next to me at the bar. I’d seen him here before. Il Forno Classico is like that. People come in several nights a week, just to touch bases with the local community. If you’re single, or want to meet some friends for dinner, this is that kind of bar… like Cheers, but with excellent Italian food.

This guy next to me was in his eighties, eighty-seven it turned out. His name’s Clay Boyce. He always had his iPad and a glass of something clear on ice. If no one struck up a conversation, he sifted through the internet. I struck up a conversation. I like talking to old people. Now, now, that’s not meant to be patronizing! I really do. They’ve got really interesting stuff to say (Usually… there are complete bores in every generation), and I plan to be old, so it behooves me to learn the ropes.


As a physical therapist specializing in geriatrics, I’ve heard it all, and it seems to me we are all making world history. Maybe just tiny chunks of history, but we each have a story to tell. Clay’s story really is world history.

Back to the bar. The first item of conversation was me asking about a photo he had open on his iPad. It showed a young man half dressed in fatigues on what appeared to be a dry hillside.

He said, “That’s me camping in Germany.” His eyes were definitely twinkling as he waited to see if I would bite.

“Really? Where in Germany?” I grinned as I bit the bait.

“On top of a mountain. I was one of a team of three officers and thirty-five Airmen (I was second in command). We had the electronic equipment needed for the Matador.”

I raised a brow. “What’s a Matador?” I knew it wasn’t a piece of physical therapy equipment.


“The Matador was the U.S. Air Force’s First Pilotless Bomber… today it would be called a drone. It carried a warhead eight times the power of Hiroshima. My job, besides guiding the missile, was to move its operating equipment around… the Russians couldn’t figure out where we were, so it kept them in check. But they were always looking. Always trying to find us. This photo was taken when I first got there, in Germany.”

“Where in Germany?” I asked again.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, and replied, “It was spring 1954, my unit was in Northern Germany (the British Controlled Zone of postwar Western Germany), we moved around a lot. We weren’t on a base. On orders from our Squadron Command Center, we would move our guidance equipment as quickly as possible to another location. The problem was the amount of time it took for us to pack up and move two tractor-semis loaded with the electronic guidance equipment and twenty other trucks loaded with support equipment. It took an hour and a half from receipt of orders ‘till we were able to move out. We knew it only took the enemy (Russian) planes fifteen minutes to reach us if they knew exactly where we were and decided to attack. That was a problem,” he added laconically.


“So, what did you do? What was your job?” I asked.

“I sat around and waited,” he said with a laugh. “Well, I was self-training. I was assigned as a Guidance Systems Officer, which meant my primary job was to guide the missile if a war started—no prior training in that. I rapidly became quite competent at it.” More on this later. “Also, as a brand-new officer, I was learning real time how to help manage the thirty some Airmen who kept the electronics, other equipment, and services functioning… that was interesting. As I said, just the guidance equipment took up two semi-trailers full of electronic components.” He swirled his glass as he talked.

“If the Soviets wanted to start a war, during the Cold War—that’s what the Cold War meant—having real missiles ready to launch was a good deterrent. All of Europe was inundated with destruction from WWII. The Allies didn’t have enough manpower or equipment to stop the six or seven thousand tanks that Stalin had accumulated, so our Air Force created this remotely guided missile we could use to wipe them out if they rallied and tried to start another war.”

The bartender set a glass of wine in front of me. After I took a sip, I asked him to finish his story. I couldn’t help but think my father would have loved to talk to this guy.


“I was assigned the task of figuring out how to shorten the amount of time it took to pack up all this equipment and get ‘em moving. The two semi’s trailer vans were easy—unhook electric cables, close the doors and they were ready to go. However, the enormous bundles of electrical cables that connected the vans to each other were extremely heavy. [Nerd Alert: Three multi copper wire conductor cables were over 100 ft. long and each were about 3 to 4 inches in diameter.] They would be laid out between the two semi-trailers, which were usually parked about thirty feet apart. It took a lot of men to lift those things and coil them into the back of a truck. I requisitioned a small trailer and parked it between the two semi-trailers and coiled the cables inside it. When we arrived at our new hide-out, we simply parked the small trailer between the big ones and pulled the cable ends out just far enough to reach each semi-trailer and plugged them in. It cut the moving-out time in half! They were happy with me for that one,” Clay grinned.

My husband poked me in the ribs and asked me what I wanted for dinner. So that was the first time I spoke to Clay.

I told Clay that night he should write all his stories in a book. It would be cool to have all this crazy life written down. He explained that though he’d heard that before, he wasn’t a good writer, and in fact he hated to write. Well, I’m an author… I like stories…


I agreed to meet with him once a week and chat (back in February, 2017). It was a win-win decision for me because he’s fun to talk to, and I can learn more about American space history for my writing. The first thing I did was to confirm he is who he says he is. Thankfully a simple internet search brought up Clay Boyce and even had multiple photos of his bright-eyed little face to confirm this wasn’t some lunatic who thought he was Clay Boyce. Other than that, I won’t be doing much research to write this story. It’s his story richly seasoned with one of his favorite sayings: “I was in the right place at the right time,” or “There’s a story behind that,” and “It was just Dumb Luck.”

When I entered his home the following week, I was escorted to his kitchen and placed at the head of the kitchen table. This was my routine for several years. Once the stories were exhausted, we began the editing process, which was Clay’s job. As I copied his stories down in real time, I made multiple errors in locations and time frames. His job was to correct all my mistakes. His part took a year… why? Because Clay Boyce is a nerd. He felt compelled to research and investigate every detail. He would get deep into the rabbit hole of science and history on the internet.


I can’t really emphasize enough what an honor this was to hear his story. It was both complex and remarkably simple. After he completed his part, I organized it in chronological order to give it continuity, but that’s definitely not how it was told. I hope I made the right choice. I wanted each story to stand alone, but flow through time.

A second thing I want to point out is the use of the Nerd Alert. As a rocket scientist, Clay could describe things with intricate detail. Sometimes it would take away from the story. In those cases, I enclose the details in a bracket with the warning; [Nerd Alert]… so be warned.


Well, here we go… pull up a chair to the table and join us.

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

New Book Cover For Counterpart


My original book cover for Counterpart was very cool (I thought), but apparently it was a little outdated.


My audio voice-over artist, Jim Foster had an updated version made for me. Though it's good, it just never really resonated with me. Something about the shape of the guys face kinda turned me off.


Last week I decided to start from scratch... again. This time I turned to Pexels.com. This is a fabulous way to get free photos. Then I used Canva.com to create it, but it was too small, so I turned to Instasize.com to enlarge the pixilation. Finally, here's the end product.

Sunday, July 4, 2021

Save The Date!


I hope to see all of you at 6:00, July 31st, 2021 for the official release of Save The Girls. This has been a long time coming because I published it last year and, well... anyway, I'll have a book signing party in the wine room at Il Forno Classico, Gold River CA. Pop in for some yummy Italian appetizers and a no-host bar. They're known for their wine selection.


I'll bring all four of my books if you want to get one there.

I've also finished Clay Boyce's Biography! Loud applause please. This was a three-year project, and it's finally in the hands of the proofreaders. So far we've gotten good feedback. Clay will be there and we're going to have some fun asking for ideas for the title, showing pictures we hope can be included in the book, and book cover voting.