Novelist Liam Shea

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Thursday, May 21, 2020

A passage from 'Midday's Starless Midnight' by Liam Shea:

A passage from 'Midday's Starless Midnight' by Liam Shea:


It was the day after Donald Wiseman asked Margret Michaels to marry him, and he couldn’t keep his mind on his Heidelberg printing press. Time pressed on like a rusty cog, barely moving, and with it the hulking machine too; it was printing slower than it ever had. He glanced at the clock every five minutes, but to him, the morning was four months and twenty days longer than it should be. That was exactly how long it would be till the wedding.

When the lunch whistle finally blew at Donald’s work, the entire place emptied in a furious mass exodus. Precisely one hour later, the whistle would blow again and management expected every employee to be back at their machine.  Donald rushed to Arnold’s Diner to grab a quick lunch, as did many of his coworkers. Once there he had the choice of sitting in one of the diner’s tight booths or up to the lunch counter. Being alone, as well as, among the group flooding in from his work, he chose to sit at the counter beside whoever happened to be there.

The bleached-blonde waitress working the counter was Betty. Although they had never spoken outside of the diner, he knew her because it was her daily task to serve the multitude of blue-collar workers regularly invading the diner’s lunch counter.

She went down the line of customers taking one order after another, tearing the order slip from her pad to hang them on a line stretching across an open window where Arnold, the cook, shoved hot orders onto a shelf waiting for Betty to serve them up. Usually, she could work the entire diner by herself, but during the lunch rush, Betty’s daughter, Bernice, worked the booths. Snapping her gum and tapping her order pad with her worn pencil, Betty stood by Donald waiting for his order. “Don’t take all day bub, I gotta get everyone back to work on time. What do ya want?”

“Just something fast and easy for me. How about a hot pastrami on rye and a cup of your great coffee?”

“It don’t matter to me. If it tickles your fancy then that’s what you get.” She poured him a cup full of black coffee, scribbled the order and hung it on the line before moving on to the next guy in the row.

Donald sat at the counter drinking his coffee as the other customers, even the ones who ordered after him, finished their burgers and hot plate specials. He watched new customers place their orders and get their food. His lunch hour was running out. He called Betty over and complained, “I’ve been here forty minutes, surely it doesn’t take that long to fix a pastrami on rye.”

“Hold up, bub. No use getting your panties in a bunch,” Betty said. “I’m sure it'll be out in a bit.”

It was Donald’s turn to bellow. “I don’t have a bit, I have to be back on the floor in fifteen minutes.”

She leaned up to the window and yelled, “Arnold, that pastrami on rye ready yet?”

The gruff voice of Arnold screamed back, “What pastrami on rye? You didn’t turn in an order for a pastrami.”

“Yes, I did. I hung it up here almost an hour ago.”

Arnold burst out of the swinging door separating his orderly kitchen from the chaos of the loud lunchtime rush. Donald had never seen him before because the cook had always stayed hidden from the public behind the small window where the meals came out. To Donald’s surprise, Arnold was a round little man with gouts of bristly grey body hair bulging out from the top of a dingy wife-beater undershirt which he wore under his cook’s apron. “Betty, you lost your mind or something. You didn’t turn in an order for any damned pastrami.”

“Now look who’s got his panties in a bunch. I did too. I hung it on the line with the corned beef and gravy on toast.”

“The hell you did. Betty, I’m telling you, you’re losing your mind. That hair bleach has finally rotted your brain.”

“I am not crazy. I hung it right here only—” She stopped bellowing and suddenly got a sheepish look. “Here it is. It fell between the stainless steel tubs where the flatware is stored.”

Arnold turned and bolted back to his grill yelling, “Betty, I told you I didn’t get any damned pastrami order.”

Turning to Donald she politely said, “Hey bub, I’m sorry about this, but it’s no one’s fault—truly. It just happened. How about having the coffee on the house and calling it even?”

He had two options, make a scene or be polite and leave. He said, “Don’t worry about it, Betty. It’s okay,” and with that, he left the restaurant—hungry. He got back into his old Ford Pinto only to find it wouldn’t start. It was a good thing his father was a mechanic. He called himself a mechanic even though he held an Associate’s Degree in Automotive Technology. Donald, a slave to his own ill-fate, would be late to work again. He went back into the restaurant to make the call. He hoped his boss wouldn’t be too mad, but he knew he would—it was just how his life went.

Donald returned to the counter and asked Betty if he could, please, use the phone.

Betty snapped her gum and said, “Sorry bub, the phone is for employees and emergency use only.” ***
Arnold hollered from behind the window. “Betty, give the man the damn phone.”
She reached under the counter by the cash register and slammed a Southwestern Bell corded desk phone onto the counter. Sourly she told him, “Five minutes, and no long-distance calls,” before she returned to serve the herd of workers at her counter.


Friday, May 8, 2020

Hi, Liam Shea Here, This is my first free book deal.

It's been a while since I blogged anything but I can't keep this to myself. 
I just did a deal with Amazon for my short story "A Summer of Change" to be free for two days. 
I've never done a free book deal before and I'm excited to have this opportunity to give something away for free to my friends. 
Get a free copy and enjoy. This one is on me. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Dan-Dwayne Novelist: Meet Me at Lubbock Comic-Con 2020

Dan-Dwayne Novelist: Meet Me at Lubbock Comic-Con 2020: Make plans now to join me at the Lubbock Comic-Con, February 29th - March 1st. The 2020 Comic-Con in Lubbock promises to be the biggest and ...

Friday, January 3, 2020

A Review of 'Suspicion' by Joseph Finder



Review of Suspicion by Joseph Finder
By Liam Shea


Overall the novel was enjoyable and rang true to what I believe federal law enforcement would do under the circumstances presented in the story. The plot line starts with a single father named Danny Goodman, our leading character, whining and worrying about his lack of money and inability to provide for his daughter. This didn’t work for me because he is not struggling to keep food on the table, but rather, he is struggling to keep his daughter in a high dollar private school with the rich crowd. If he wanted to provide for her in a more realistic way then he could do it with the money he is paying in fancy tuition. But, that wouldn’t work for Mr. Finder because the school is a vital link to the drama that follows.

The daughter is a shallow character who is more interested in disobeying and shopping than the important things of life. I found myself questioning Danny’s parenting abilities and the values he has taught his daughter.

As for Danny’s whining, I found it tiresome, mostly because it goes on and on for not pages but chapters. At one point I was tempted to put it down and go onto another book simply because of the characters attitude, however, when the author finally got past building that character flaw into his leading man the story got much better.

Looking back on the entire book I think that this worrisome part if the character lends to the feeling of danger throughout the last half of the novel.  The FBI agents who approach him are completely believable and the idea of one being guilty by complicity is a real thing; I looked it up. You’ll just have to read the novel to know how that effects the main character. I’m giving no spoilers here. I give Suspicion by Joseph Finder 3 and a half stars out of 5.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Midday's Starless Midnight - Based on an Actual Event

My Novel 
Midday's Starless Midnight
Based on An Actual Event
Now Available at Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/Middays-Starless-Midnight-Liam-Shea-ebook/dp/B07X5YG24K/

It was 1979, The Bee Gees were king of the disco and Harvey Parker, known only as Harvard, had the world on a string. He was definitely a fine looking man. With a thick crop of auburn hair and green eyes, Harvard could have easily been mistaken for a movie star. If only he had the moral fortitude to go along with his looks, he would have gone far in the world of business. The truth was, and everyone agreed, that Harvard could claim the title of the luckiest man alive. He had always believed it wasn’t his striking features, but his luck that set him apart from other people, and he was right. He considered his working for the Outlaws, the most criminal motorcycle gang in Texas, his lucky destiny

People liked Harvard and gave him things for no reason. Even the house he lived in was one owned by a wealthy millionaire who was away on vacation.  His luckiest break was when he and Ruffio Souza’s paths crossed. Ruffio Souza was the leader of the Texas Chapter of the Outlaws Biker Gang. Souza recognized Harvard’s potential and from that day on made him a member of the gang. For Harvard working for the gang meant planning, He had planned dozens of robberies. Not the smash and grab kind, but bank jobs, investment houses, armored car heists, and even a kidnapping. Harvard was not only uniquely gifted with good fortune, but everything he did was golden. Every plan he made turned out just as he planned it. Never in his life did anything Harvard organized not go exactly as he intended, and that was extremely fortunate for the Outlaws. Every time Harvard planned a job, it went smooth and without a hitch. He prepared for every contingency, profiled every person connected to his plan, and made arrangements for every possible outcome. The result of Harvard’s hard work was that he made the Outlaws a lot of money and they love it—and him.

Harvard was truly brilliant. He left college in 1972 in a search of himself, but instead he found The Outlaws. He could offer them something they had never had before, methodical and technical planning. The Outlaws had a tactical and strategic genius. Harvard worked for the motorcycle gang, but he wasn’t like the other ratty dressed bikers there. He only carried the title of general because what he did was special, but his appearance reflected how different he was from the other gang members. His clean crisp Levis and plain white t-shirt might seem macho and even rugged to some, but contrasted drastically to the dirty and smelly appearance of the raunchy brutes who he ran with. They considered him preppy and soft, even if he was an official Outlaw he didn’t quite fit in.

Harvard also enjoyed some of the finer things in life his college education had taught him to admire. Even he knew, he wasn’t completely rough and tough, but still, the gang members in the bar greeted him like a brother, and so they should. He had been a member, an active member, of the gang for seven years. They, in turn, had protected him from being arrested. It became a mutually beneficial arrangement based on Harvard’s value to the gang.

A passage from 'Midday's Starless Midnight' by Liam Shea:

A passage from 'Midday's Starless Midnight' by Liam Shea: I t was the day after Donald Wiseman asked Margret Michaels to m...