As a young teenager I remember reading paperback mysteries under a huge oak tree outside my parents’ neighborhood grocery store in Dalton, Massachusetts, a small town located in the heart of the Berkshires. I can recall pulling a book from the rack and getting locked in to those novels as the fragrant summer breeze of Berkshire County tried to turn the page before I was done reading it. I don’t know why, but I was greatly affected by a book titled The Fan Club, by Irving Wallace. When I was done reading it, I can still recall thinking that someday I’d be able to write a book like that on my own; I knew I could do it.
Well, the idea stayed dormant for over thirty years while I did what I thought I should have been doing for a living (it’s all such bullshit sometimes) until I rekindled my infatuation with writing novels. Now, fifteen years after that, and many mistakes and many failures later, I’ve put out my second novel titled Presidential Risk. People ask, “How in the world did you think of that?” and it pleases me immensely to know that they liked the story. It’s the ultimate reward for any writer.
I plan on putting out my next novel titled Lost Friday later this year or by early 2011. After that, I plan on re-releasing The Dealership, my first novel, that's currently out of print. I’d like to thank my wife, Gail, for allowing me and encouraging me; she’s truly my companion and I’ve got the scars to prove it—just kidding, they’re just minor scratches.
I hope you enjoy the book.