Author University

Hey Everyone,
My apologies for not adding anything in a while, but I’m back.
My blog this time is about Author University they called me a few months back,
and seamed interested in my re-issued book The Case Of The Enslaved Souls.
There out of Cheyanne Wyoming. They created a book trailer for me, and hopefully I can paste it here for you to take a look at it.

Well here is the link.
Now because of what happened with me with Author Centrix, and getting ripped off $700.00 for a book fair. A wise man once said to me “Fool me once shame on me.
Fool me twice…Aint gonna happen.” And Yes to be honest with you I’m still a bit gun shy.
Now these people say that they can add a book trailer booster to my book trailer for
$249.00

Book Sales From March to June 2019

Hey Everybody,
Your friendly neighborhood Self published author here once again.
My apologies to you I haven’t been writing much here.
However now I have something pretty incredible to share with you.
The other day for shits & giggles I took my 2019 calendar down from my wa      ll and decided to see how my book sales were going.
January & February  basically were word of mouth months. You know My books available on both Barns & Noble.Com  & Amazon.com and also available at the Barnes & Noble Book Store in Bellingham Mass.
            March however saw me in person at various karaoke venues singing of course,
but also trying to sell and autograph them there also.
In March I sold between 2 to 3 books within each venue, and made a significant  amount of money, and also surprisingly sold 7 books.
April,
Keeping within this I kept showing up at these venues and selling my book there.
Not making as much as I did in March I did OK this month selling  8 books
May,
Still striking it again I did a bit better this month Vs April selling again 8 books
June,
With June’s number also equaling 7 books sold and autographed I now totaled up my final numbers for the 4 months.
I sold 30 books in total which equaled close to $300.00 in Books sales.

July
Well tis particular month is slow only selling so far 5 books but hey you know me?
“When the going gets rough all this Beksha boy has to do is Rock it just a little harder.”

Book Marketing Scams:

Hello Friends,
I do apologize for not posting in a while.
My post today is about Book Scammers they are out there,
and I know they are, because I was a resent victim of one.
The Self Publisher I was involved with was Author Centrix.
As much as they did an alright job with my re-issued book.
They certainly didn’t do anything but take my money when
it came to The Miami Book Festival.
I didn’t receive any updates concerning my book, or
anything on how it was being received nothing.
Since Thanksgiving I was told someone would be contacting me
with a report. So far I’ve received nothing in the way of feed back
or a report about how my book “The Case Of The Enslaved Souls”
did.
Recently I checked  with the Better Business Bureau concerning
Author Centrix  and was very surprised to see
their rating was an F
My Fellow Writers  please be careful when receiving
suspicious emails, phone calls or texts messages a scammer
will always prey on those who seam uneducated to the ways
of marketing and promoting your book.
Remember You put your blood, sweat, and tears into what you create
hoping it will be seen by those who would enjoy reading what you wrote.
I wish you all the best in your literary pursuits< but please do keep a very
watchful eye on those who wish to rob you of your precious creative glory.

Barnes & Noble Debut:

Hey Everybody,
Well, my book sales are slow starting so far, but you know this Beksha Boy
isn’t worried all I need to do is Rock it harder.
Want to extend a huge Thank you to Bellingham’s Barns & Noble store, because as of September 1st my book The Case Of The Enslaved Souls is being carried now at that store. So Thank you very much managers of Barns & Noble for believing in me and my amazing debut book. Appreciate it being among other great authors within your store.
“I never quit chasing my dream, despite nah Sayers telling me always to quit.
I just kept Rockin it harder.”

August 2018:

Hey Everybody,
Well, August wasn’t just a hot month weather wise, but it was a very hot month for book sales of The Case of The Enslaved Souls. I took five books per week with me to try and sell at venues I sang karaoke at.
People started getting excited when I started describing what my book was about,
and started buying my book.
I made an investment of $100.00 to get 20 books, and ended the month making not only my investment money back but I made a profit of $43.

“The Return Of Eddie James”

Hello Friends,
Well, I’m back to writing again. I’m proof reading my previous drafts, and coming up with a better draft of chapter 1 that will hopefully catapult me into Chapter 2 and beyond.
My mistake is taking time off to concentrate on trying to market, and promote my already published debut book, “The Case Of The Enslaved Souls” Wish I had a friend with promoting and marketing skills who can take the battone from me.
A wise man once said “Those who can…Do” “Those who can’t stick to what they know.”
For me that’s simply writing, and creating something new and fresh for all of my original character’s. It’s also trying to come up with new character’s.

Chapter 1 Excerpt #2 Eddie Meeting

In this particular excerpt Eddie in asked to meet with his Uncle at Police Headquarters.
In addition Eddie meets an old friend of his Uncle’s who came to Boston in order to surprise his daughter with a visit, but tragically his visit turned into something more bizarre.

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Chapter One

 

 

 

Monday morning, June 8th 1990 saw me walking down the hallway of Boston Police headquarters for a special meeting with my Uncle Jessie.

I dressed today for this meeting somewhat formally, not that anyone would’ve noticed.

I had on a pair of black slacks, a white silk shirt a red tie, and blue blazer.

Also, my sliver tipped cowboy boots that could be heard in unison with the rest of the officers of the precinct.

Walking toward my Uncles office a few of the detectives and uniforms who had seen me either stopped to say hello, or they’d shake my hand, as they passed by.

To tell you truth I was sort of toying with a notion that this meeting might end up with me getting hired to find a possible missing person.

After all; I have been pretty obsessed with this strange abduction case for a while. If you don’t believe me just ask my wife Lori-Ann.

She’d either see me watching the coverage intensely on television, or noticed me down in my basement office reading about it in various newspapers and periodicals I’d buy just to keep myself updated with it.

And with this past weekend’s disappearance of Brenda Davis from her downtown Boston apartment.

You could say I was literally jumping at the chance to get into this investigation big time.

Initially this all started two and a half years ago around this time out in California with the
loveliest of young women just disappearing without a trace baffling state and local authorities beyond belief as to where they could’ve gone

But even more bizarre than each of their disappearances was the crime scene evidence discovered.

Whoever this was always places two articles inside of an oversized manila envelope.

The first article was always a totally nude photograph of each of the victims in a head to toe shot followed immediately by a strange single lined message that always read.

“One more added to the fold” Scratching their heads like I said before authorities did the best they could with what little evidence they had to process.

But really who knew this would only be the beginning because other states across the country quickly began to experience the same bizarre occurrences as well.

Massachusetts up until this past weekend was one of the last states to have been spared by this bizarre epidemic.

 

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Catching the site of the name plate out of my right eye it simply read:

“Jessie James Police Commissioner”

Turning slowly, I felt a subtle smile come over me as I stood before the door. I momentarily thought about him being first promoted to that prominent position by his honor the Mayor. I remember watching him; smiling; winking; over at me then giving me the thumbs up which I gave right back.

Shaking my head to awaken from my reverie, I knocked on his door listening I heard him call out to “come in”

Excusing himself he got up from behind his desk and walked over to greet me as I entered. He stood 5’10’’ tall and had a good muscular build for a man his age.

I noticed he had on the same style shirt as I had on with a blue/white uniform type tie, also a darker blue blazer hanging up beside the desk on his coat rack just to my left. He also had on black slacks that Lori-Ann and I had given him last Christmas with the creases perfectly pressed.

Uncle Jessie gave me a long hug which I might add isn’t weird in the least and hugging him back, as I did my eyes fell upon another gentleman also in the room with us.

I immediately recognized the gentleman as Mr. Alan Davis having read an article about him in a news magazine. It said he was the developer of a computerized strategic defense control system, the very first of its kind.

He looked to be around my Uncle’s age, maybe a bit younger; he had on a pair of jeans, a Grey pocket t-shirt, and brown boat shoes. I noticed he had a black brief case on the floor beside his chair on the right. It wouldn’t be until making myself a coffee that we would walk over to join his guest.
His friend naturally rose up slightly in respect to my approaching to take my seat just to his left.

After placing my cup down on the corner of my Uncle’s desk I sensed a nervousness about the man.

Looking toward Uncle Jessie, his eyes were calm, but I had a stronger than average feeling something was wrong in the room.

“Eddie, first off I’d like to thank you for coming in today for this meeting and I’d like to add that I do apologize for taking you away from anything you were busy with.”

Slowly shaking my head my Uncle watched me with the subtlest of smiles as I replied, “You’re very welcome Uncle Jessie, it’s an honor for me to be asked to be here for you, and please—you never have to apologize for taking me away from anything I’m doing.” Having said that we each saluted the other with raising our coffee mugs.

“Before I go ahead and explain why I asked you here Eddie, I’d first like to introduce you to my old college roommate Alan Davis, Alan this is my nephew Eddie James I told you about him the other day you remember?” Turning slightly, I extended my hand to him. He accepted shaking it quickly without much of a grip. Only confirming to me as he took it back that something was indeed wrong.

“Alan Please! Remember what we discussed; Eddie please accept my apology for my friend’s rudeness. It’s just he’s been here since Saturday frantic with worry about his daughter who?”
“Disappeared isn’t that right Uncle Jessie? And let me guess all Mr. Davis here found was a large manila envelope?” The silence that followed pretty much meant it was true.

While I continued sitting there drinking my coffee: my thoughts turned to the unimaginable concept of possibly getting hired by Mr. Davis to locate his missing daughter for him. Turning his head

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away from us Mr. Davis tried to conceal from our view a lone tear that was trickling down his cheek, but not meaning to I quickly spotted it. “Pardon me Mr. Davis for not taking.”

Watching him holding up his hand I gave him a minute before replying back to me. “Please Eddie, you don’t have to apologize to me, but you were right though; I did indeed receive a large manila envelope actually it was conveniently placed on my rental car’s windshield.”

Uncle Jessie and I continued to watch Mr. Davis trying to recompose himself more, before continuing to tell us about the events that transpired upon his arriving to Boston.

“Let’s see I arrived at Logan Airport about nine o’ clock, picked up my bags, rented my car then drove to my hotel to freshen up before going over to see Brenda.”

“What hotel were you staying at?”

“Oh, the Four Seasons Eddie; Sorry I’m just a bit nervous.” “That’s all right Sir you’re doing fine isn’t he Uncle Jessie?” “Yes, Alan you’re doing fine please continue my friend.”

“Thanks, well after checking in I decided to take a nap before going over to surprise her.”

My immediate impression of him was that he was indeed dedicated to not only his work with the Government, but his daughter as well.

I mean come on if you were a government employee, and your only child was moving away to a new city wouldn’t you be a bit worried about exactly where she was living too, or for that matter if the neighborhood she found herself moving into was safe.

“Let’s see I found myself next waking up around eleven to prepare for my drive over to see her; she described where she was living in a phone conversation a couple of days prior to my arriving. As a nice neighborhood from her building with the Boston Common and the State house directly across the street.”

Knowing exactly what street his friend was referring to Uncle Jessie and I could be seen nodding our heads together.

“That’s Tremont St. Alan, Eddie and I know exactly the building your talking about it’s a three-story building owned by Mrs. Gladys Preston. She rents apartments on the second and third floors, according to one of my officer’s reports Brenda lived on the third floor of that building isn’t that right?” Nodding his head toward us he next exclaimed.

“Yes Jessie, Brenda did mention that to me over the phone, eventually I did manage to get
there parking across the street, and I did meet Mrs. Preston who in my opinion was the nicest landlady I ever met before. She heard my name and immediately brought me up to Brenda’s apartment chatting with me as we went about how friendly she was.”

Hesitating for a moment before continuing his facial expression changed suggesting to us he was in a reflective moment, smiling to myself I knew exactly when those kinds of things would hit me too, so it wasn’t any trouble sitting there waiting for him to continue. “Oh, wow sorry about that guys I was just.”

Slightly embarrassed by the moment that did occur we completely understood not feeling the bit offended.

“Once inside the apartment I just simply looked around at all her unpacked boxes stacked on top of the other.

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Knowing just how much work it might have been to completely move in it certainly didn’t surprise me the least; that she hadn’t gotten around to un-packing.

My guess is she was so exhausted, knowing my daughter, she could have taken off to the beach for all I knew.

So, I just left thinking to myself that could’ve been the reason she wasn’t there.

Anyway, after returning the key back to Mrs. Preston I thanked her for being so gracious, and proceeded across the street to my car now this is the part where it gets weird.”

Together we watched Mr. Davis reaching down to bring up his brief case from the floor continuing to watch him opening it he then pulls out a large manila envelope that he proceeds to place on the corner of my Uncle Jessie’s desk.

“I spotted my rental across the street from her building with this attached to my windshield wiper. Knowing exactly what it stood for naturally it wouldn’t be until taken it off there. Before I next saw myself opening it to view its horrific contents. Sure, enough there was a color photograph of my daughter in a?”

Meaning to say in a head to toe shot Uncle Jessie and I completely knew what he wanted to tell us. So, we excused him from not being able to continue speaking instead we sat there as his pent-up emotions finally took hold of him crying there in front of us.

It took several additional minutes more before we watched him recomposing himself.

But once he had he immediately apologized which to us given the gravity of the situation wasn’t necessary. But still we waited until he was finished after he said.

“Aside from my crying about it guy’s that’s pretty much my situation since I arrived here, so Jessie about that conversation we had the other night. I know and completely understand your position with the police department here. But do you think he could help me find her?” It suddenly occurred to me why I was invited to this meeting.

But yes, if you were to ask me if I was shocked the answer was pretty evident by the smile on my face. After which not only does Mr. Davis present me with a retainer check, but also that large manila envelope.

Never one to pass up a golden opportunity like this upon accepted that manila envelope Mr. Davis and I shook hands once more.

This time his grip felt firmer, and just a bit more confident than before as we each smiled at one another again.

It wouldn’t be until thanking my uncle also that I shook his hand in appreciation of his confidence in me.

Not until his office door closed behind me that I next could be seen pumping my fist in the air in silent celebration as to my officially being on the clock and ready to rock.

Chapter 1 Excerpt The Origin Of Danny Carter.

Happy Saturday everybody.
My blog entry today is going to be an excerpt from my re-issued book
“The Case Of The Enslaved Souls” I wanted to introduce you to Danny Carter.
A unique and talented little person,
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My next stop was to our bank then after I needed to touch base with Danny Carter.

He worked as an assistant manager, at The Black Dragon Restaurant where he has been happily employed there for the past three years. But sadly, years before that he used to work for a traveling carnival and that’s about the time Lori-Ann and I first met him.

It was towards the tail end of August when we found ourselves stopping to stretch our legs a
bit; just taking in the sights for a while. We were heading back from Main after a much-
delayed honeymoon since our marriage back on Independence Day. I had to admit though winning that giant panda bear for Lori-Ann was pretty fun, but it also was a lot harder than it looked.

Having to knock down three milk bottles off of this barrel, but I did manage to do it with my final ball. Immediately after placing her panda into the van, Lori-Ann next removed her sandals optioning to leave them there also with the bear.

Returning from there to the carnival we continued walking around once more. Having seen pretty much everything we were about to leave when together we witnessed a hence crime being committed against another human being.

A physically challenged individual who stood four and half feet tall was finding himself being bullied by two larger men who appeared to be drunk. It wouldn’t be until making sure these guys couldn’t see her that I next could be seen walking up to them.

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Catching them both with a leg sweep I next exclaimed. “See that lady over there run to her.” Without hesitation Danny did just that, as these two guys got back up to their feet.

Being as intoxicated as they obviously were I couldn’t just hurt them, so while they tried to fight me I just let my speed and agility make them miss me.

Until they ran out of speed themselves and feel totally exhausted in front of me.

Luckily a police car was in the area and carted the two back to the station where they could sleep it off.

In appreciation for my saving his life Danny became our tour guide for the rest of our stay.

 

That being our initial first meeting we certainly kept in touch with him through phone calls at times, cards, and letters the rest of the time. But sadly, we lost touch with him figuring he may have fallen into hard times toward the end of 1985. Of course, who knew it wouldn’t be until 1987 before our paths would find themselves crossing once more.

I remember it was a cold night, as I drove home through the south end my heater in my Ford Mustang was cranked to the max, as I drove past an alley. When out of my left eye I happened to have spotted a person being literally being thrown into a snow bank.

But come to find out it was someone you knew believe me it hit home. Instead of taking the chance and moving Danny myself I did the next best thing and called an ambulance. Once the E.M. T’s arrived I gave them as much information as I could about Danny before they transported him to the hospital.

Immediately after which I phoned Lori-Ann to tell her what happened naturally she insisted on coming with me to the hospital. So, after making a quick pit stop home we next left to go visit Danny.

Arriving sometime later we were informed Danny hadn’t been seen yet due to his not having medical insurance. So, I took out my wallet then my credit card and charged his medical care to it.
Several hours passed before a physician came out to give us an update, according to him Danny had 3 cracked ribs and a broken left arm. The doctor also suggested that Danny had to stay off his feet for six weeks which after he left did present a problem, but luckily not a big one.

Knowing his situation as a homeless person I quickly reached out to touch another friend of
mine who we were hoping could help. That someone I reached out to happened to have been Sue
Chang a friend of mine. Who is the proprietor and owner of The Black Dragon Restaurant who I assisted one time when a couple of hoods tried to rob her.

Ever since that incident she always tells me if I ever need a favor just to ask her. So, I was hoping that favor was still open to me. Hearing she not only had a room, but a job opportunity waiting after his recovery completely made my day upon hearing that. So ever since that time in addition to living there he was also happily employed there too.