Here is the cover for my short story, The Genesis File. I want to thank my cover designer, David Goodwin, for his hard work on this!
I hope you all like it!!
Calling all wrestling fans! If you want to know about the behind the scenes world of the Indie Wrestling Federation business, this is a book you are going to want to read! Pull up a bar stool and poor a tall frosty one while you sit and let Conner Reese, a referee on the Indie Wrestling Circuit, tell you his colorful story. You’ll learn about the struggles and triumphs of a guy working his way up from the bottom of the indie circuit. He will give you an interesting behind the scenes peak of the business and give you a very real look at what it takes to make it in an industry that looks glamorous on the surface, but also has an ugly side.
This is Timothy’s first book and you can find it on Amazon. It’s Not a Shoot, It’s Just a Rib
Timothy is also working on his next book, The Order of The Ravens, The Prophecy Book I… Check him out on Facebook! https://www.facebook.com/authortimothyjsnyder
Uh oh… A little tension is brewing between Detective Reilly and her partner, Detective Fisk… Is it just the stress of a frustrating case or is Reilly really letting her judgment be clouded by the handsome and charming Mitchel Pearlman? Keep an eye out for The Marked File, coming out this Winter, to find out…
“Nothing, Reilly, I’m just starting to wonder if your judgment on this guy is getting a little cloudy.”
“I’m not sure I appreciate the implication of your statement, Detective Fisk.” Jess’ voice was hard now. She hated to admit there was something disarming about Mitchel Pearlman, but her judgment on the matter was crystal clear.
Freedman stirred and coughed uncomfortably in the back seat of the sedan. Both Jess and Greg started a little since they had both forgotten the young officer was in the car with them. They glanced at each other like a couple of parents who had just been caught fighting by one of their children. Jess pulled in to a spot at the hospital’s parking garage and couldn’t help but notice the look of relief on Freedman’s face when she put the car in park and the door locks released.
Jess strode purposefully away from the car toward the exit of the parking garage. She felt badly for making Freedman uncomfortable, but she was still pissed at Greg for implying she wasn’t taking a proper look at Mitchel Pearlman. She knew how to run an investigation and how to tell a person of interest from a freaked out witness. What difference did it make if she happened to find this particular freaked out witness kind of cute? His smoky grey eyes had been so filled with concern over the death of a young girl and his voice, with a whisper of Texas, had a pleading tone as he asked her how she dealt with working with needless death every day. Besides, facts were facts and the fact was Pearlman was in shock after discovering Tanya Langer’s body and you can’t fake that; especially when you’re face to face with an experienced murder cop.
Okay… As promised, here is the opening scene from The Rose File. This novel will be the follow up book to The Marked File. It is unedited and I welcome any feedback you guys have. Enjoy…
Detective Jess Reilly ducked under the yellow crime scene tape the responding officers had put up to mark the area around the body. The irony of a body being discovered in a cemetery was not lost on her as she scanned the Granary Burying Ground. She turned on her digital recorder and clipped the microphone to the lapel of her jacket. Her partner, the crime scene unit, and the M.E. were on the way, but right now it was just her and the dead. The body of a young man was laid out on his back in the area where two of the paths through the old cemetery crossed. He was barefoot and dressed in white linen pants and a white linen dress shirt. A single red rose lay on his chest under his neatly folded hands. Squatting, she used her flashlight to study the body and spoke into her recorder.
“Victim is male, Caucasian, light brown hair, estimated age early twenties. Cause of death is not apparent from the body’s current position although he appears to have beaten about the face. Ligature marks on the wrists and ankles suggest the victim was bound prior to death.”
Footsteps approaching from behind her caused her to look over her shoulder and see her partner walking up the path.
“Hey, Reilly. What do we have?” Fisk squatted next to her and surveyed the scene.
“Young male victim. Identity to be determined. We need to get some lights in here so Crime Scene can do a thorough search.” Jess’ espresso colored eyes swept the area in the dark. “We’ll have to make sure we instruct them to just be conscious of the historical significance of the site. Tell me what you see, Fisk.”
Greg took some time to move his flashlight over the body and surrounding area before answering. He knew she was testing him. “There are no obvious signs of COD. Although the vic was beaten, rather savagely, I don’t see how that could have killed him. He was bound prior to death since the marks on his wrists and ankles indicate he struggled against his bindings. I don’t think he was killed here.”
“What makes you say that, Detective?”
“No blood, no obvious signs of a struggle, and the body just looks too… staged.”
The ghost of a grin briefly crossed Jess’ face. Fisk’s instincts and observational skills were constantly improving. She nodded her approval.
“I agree with your opinion that the murder didn’t take place here. The killer seems to be methodical.” She rose and circled the body, her eyes flat as she studied death. “As you said, the body seems staged. The all-white clothes are too clean to have been worn prior to death. There’s a contradiction between the savageness of the facial bruising and the almost reverent way the body is dressed and laid out. Fisk, get some photos of the body and the scene so the M.E.’s team can get to work when they arrive. I’m going to get a statement from the officer that discovered the body.”