Monday, July 10, 2017

The Finder by J.E. Lorin








The Finder
J.E. Lorin

Genre: LGBT Sci Fi Romance

Date of Publication: March 15, 2017

ISBN: 978-1520967554
ASIN: B06XGCNBP3

Number of pages: 284
Word Count: 99,630

Cover Artist: Everpage Designs

Book Description:

At the age of sixteen, August Goodson developed a strange and mysterious power overnight: he can find people. Victims of murder, suicide, kidnapping, accidents, and rape; August can find them all, usually dead, but sometimes still alive.

Nine years later finds August volunteering his services to the police. He's still smarting from the loss of his long-time love Dante, who cheated on him with his best friend, and harbors a deep crush on the incredibly handsome, and oh-so-straight, Detective Luke Williams. But there are bigger concerns on August's mind: a serial killer is loose in the city, one whose victims are a little too much like him for comfort.

When August finds a living victim who may be one of the serial killer's, he's drawn even deeper into the case. Will he make it out alive, or will he soon be the one in need of finding?

Excerpt:
Help me.
My eyes popped
open to a pitch black room. For a few seconds, I lay where I was, sprawled on
my back in my own bed. I wasn’t sure yet whether the voice I’d heard was real
or whether I’d dreamed it. The room was unusually silent. My tiny studio
apartment was normally filled with the sounds of the downtown street below. Not
now, though, so I figured it must be late. Even the drunks had gone to sleep.
Everything was still, quiet; I convinced myself I must have been dreaming. Just
as I closed my eyes, I heard it again.
Help me.
Groaning, I
rolled onto my side. With one hand, I groped for my cellphone on the end table,
knocking something off in the process. Whatever it was, I didn’t hear it break,
so I shrugged it off. I’d figure it out later. My hand landed on the phone. I
picked it up, pushing the button to light up the screen; it was only three-thirty
in the morning. I groaned again. I really didn’t want to get out of bed but it
had to be done; the voice wouldn’t go away on its own. I could ignore it, but
that had never worked out. I refused to go through that again.
Grumbling, I
clambered out of bed and snatched the jeans I’d shucked off only a couple of
hours before. Being sort-of psychic can be a real pain in the ass. I never know
when a voice is going to call to me. It could be like now, in the middle of the
night. It could be while I’m at work, which means I have to have a flexible
job. Or it could be during the middle of sex, which makes relationships
difficult, especially since I don’t like to tell people about what I can do.














Having a psychic
ability is also weird. It doesn’t always work and I have no idea of the full
extent of it. Sometimes I can do something useful, like avert a crime or a
death. Most times I just find dead bodies. I know it’s a turn off. Most people,
I figure, don’t want to get with a guy who’s basically a cadaver dog.

About the Author:

J.E. Lorin was born and raised in Michigan. After receiving a Bachelor’s degree in Germanic Studies from Indiana University, she lived in six different states before landing in the San Diego area, where she resides with her husband and their cat and dog. Her mission is to write interesting stories that just so happen to have a little sex in them.


@JELorinNovels



Interview with J E Lorin
Where do you get inspiration for your stories?
It’s hard to say. Most of my ideas come to me as small fragments that I build on. For example, with The Finder, it was the phrase “Help me.” It would pop into my head at random times. In the morning, I would wake up and think of it. So I got to wondering what it would be like for a person to be awoken by a voice in their head saying that and the story grew from there.
 How did you do research for your book?
No research necessary on this one! Everything came right out of my imagination.
 Do you have another profession besides writing?
Writing is my profession. I have a few part-time jobs at which I work minimal hours, but that’s mostly to get me out of the house & talking to other human beings.
 If you could go back in time, where would you go?
The Roaring ‘20s. They seem like they were a lot of fun. Plus, “flapper” wear is pretty flattering to my figure. :)
 What is your next project?

I’m working on a story about two lost souls who meet on a planet with mysterious powers & fall in love.


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