Channel Surfing: Laughs, Chills, Suspense, Thrills

ISBN-13: 9781481203616 / Angielski / Miękka / 2012 / 100 str.

Dean Burkey

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Channel Surfing

Laughs, Chills, Suspense, Thrills

From comedian Dean Burkey, author of Monster Laughs, Seasons Without Reason, Exit Strategies, How to Write "All Kinds of" Comedy Jokes, etc., comes an Action-Packed Comedy Thriller

Surfer dude Brad is dying to catch a big wave; and he does. Die, that is. The big wave catches him.

Paramedics bring him back. But he doesn't come back alone. After sunset, he channels ghosts.

Unable to control the voices blurting out of his mouth, Brad embarrasses himself and others.

Channeling the dead isn't always as fun as it sounds. Especially when slain informant Tony hijacks your vocal chords. Incurring the wrath of those who murdered that rat in the first place.

Rusty hears of Brad's newfound gift and protects him from thugs Ben and Jerry, who aren't as competent as their crime boss hoped. Seeking to avenge his partner's death, Rusty cons Brad into impersonating the informant on the stand.

With danger all around, Tony double-crosses Brad too.

What's a channeling surfer to do?

Action, excitement, and laughter abound in this comedy thriller, which also includes romance and mystery, to provide something fun for everyone.

Excerpts & Snippets

Brad furrowed his brow further. "How long was I out?"

Cindy]: "Since yesterday." She thought about the bizarre talking-in-his-sleep, or in his case, talking-in-his-coma incident. "Or less."

Brad ran his fingers through her curly hair. She cooed.

He sighed. "Oh, good. People who are out longer than that often suffer weird side effects."

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Brad]: "You hated me being empty-headed; and now I've got a convention in here."

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Brad opened his eyes, gawked at the disheveled man before him. Too clean to be a beggar. Too unkempt to be a cop. And too vertical to be a junkee. "I'm no angel. Who are you?"

Rusty]: "I'm no angel either. But I carry a badge."

Brad gulped. Not those guys again. How did this one get away without having to follow the basic rules of grooming and hygiene? "Thought of another joke, after you threw me out?"

Rusty]: "I didn't throw you out. I'm crazy enough to believe you." Rusty held out his hand.

Brad glowered at Rusty's hand. "If only I were crazy enough to believe you, we'd have it made." Unkempt or not, he didn't trust cops.

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"Is this place?" He gulped. "Safe?"

Rusty nodded. "I think so. But I get shot at everyday. So safe may mean something different to me than it does to you."

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"Don't fret Blondie, you're not crazy. But the voices in your head are."

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"Hey, Benny." Jerry asked, "Where's your gun?"

"Shut up "

"That's coming out of your pay."

"I said, 'Shut up '"

"Whatcha gonna do Benny? Shoot me? Ya' don't got no gun."

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Rusty]: "Cheer up. You don't look that stupid."

Brad pounded the dashboard. "I don't look stupid at all "

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Rusty]: "Why do you suddenly make my ex-wife seem emotionally sound?" Although he and Sheila hadn't finalized their divorce proceedings, he didn't believe they could reconcile, so he already considered her his ex-wife.

Brad]: "You wouldn't understand, Tin-Man."

Rusty laughed. "There's not a super power in the world that can save you from love."

Brad blushed. Love was the ultimate kryptonite.

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Defying Rusty's orders, Brad stuck his head out the door. "Don't get ice from the machine here. I need frozen spring water."

Rusty]: "I'll fetch organic, fresh-squeezed, twice-filtered, rain water from a spring surrounded by aloe plants and daffodils."

Brad]: "Don't sweat the daffodils. Although aloe sounds cool."

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Rusty drove at a steady pace down Beachview Drive.

Brad fidgeted. "Looks like she misses me."

Rusty shrugged. "Or she's allergic to flowers."

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"Bad guys go bang-bang at us. We go bang-ba"