Title - Chasing the Moon
Author - Bryan Fagan
Genre: Commercial Fiction
Publisher - Ukiyoto Publishing
Book Blurb –
A 30-year-old slacker falls headfirst into a time vortex where he is forced to become a man.
30-year-old Sullivan Rohm has nothing better to do with his life than crash his ex-girlfriend’s wedding. But when the plan fails and Sully finds his all-time low at a late night diner, something happens that forever changes the course of his life. A lost little girl in the stormy cornfield beside the diner sends him running to her rescue, where he falls headfirst into a time vortex.
Sully wakes up in small-town Sedro-Woolley, Washington in the wartime year 1942. With a German name and no explanation of how he arrived, Sully must win over the hearts of the townspeople and find his place among them with the help of 6 year-old Ruthie, her widowed mother, and the little league baseball team Ruthie ropes him into coaching. Together, they set out to defeat the tyrannical coach of the opposing team and bring back hope to Sedro-Woolley.
76 years away from everything he’s ever known, Sully finds his purpose. But it comes at a price; the effects of the time vortex are slowly killing him. Sully must choose between staying and losing his life, or leaving and losing his home.
Excerpt
Leslie Rohm promised herself if her nephew was arrested again he was on his own. After all, he was a 30 year old man. If you can’t take on responsibility by that age you never will. She was responsible at that age. Hell, every damn member of the family was.
His parents weren't like this. They worked hard. They were wholesome, honest, hard working people. And they sure as hell didn’t do drugs. Sure, an ice cold beer hit the spot but that’s as far as it went. But they had to die when he was a baby. Did she raise him wrong? Maybe it all comes down to her. Is that the root of the problem? Stop it, Leslie, she ordered. Every time you think that you blame yourself. There’s no time for that today.
“Yes, ma’am?”
The on duty police officer stood behind the counter waiting for her reply. He was as tall as her nephew. Maybe a little broader across the shoulder and about the same age. His voice carried a level of respect, while his eyes appeared well trained in his field. He also had a career and wasn’t being bailed out by his aunt.
Maybe this was her fault.
“Ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m here to post bail for my nephew.”
“Name?”
“I’m Leslie Rohm. I think I spoke to you the last time I was here.”
“No Ma’am.” The broad shoulder policeman flashed a smile. He seemed to know the nonsense she was going through. Or was he simply impatient?
“Your nephew's name,” he asked.
“Oh.” Leslie attempted a smile of her own hoping she didn’t look ridiculous. “Sully Rohm,” she said. “His official name is Heinrick Sullivan Rohm, but I always thought Heinrick was ridiculous so I took his middle name and made it his first even though Heinrick still appears on his birth certificate as his first name. I’m rambling, aren’t I.”
She stood in front of the shiny counter with the fancy pens and bright lights and freshly ironed police uniforms. At least they appeared fresh.
Everything was clean and organized and orderly. Unlike her nephew and herself if she had to be honest. That kid brought out the worst in her. She was positive the whole world could see it.
It was all becoming routine, she admitted. That was the worst of it. That dreaded word - Routine. But today would be the day, she promised. She would get tough and do what her brother would have done had he lived long enough to raise this boy.
“Oh, damn,” she whispered. “Look at the mess I made.”
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Author Biography:
I was born and raised in Burlington, Washington. A little farming town 70 miles north of Seattle. I bummed around with odd jobs after high-school until one day I spotted a small college in Ashland, Oregon. I later settled in Eugene, Oregon with my wife and two daughters. I began my writing career with the help of my daughters. When they were little they drew pictures and created stories. One day they asked me to join them. I remember the day my four year old asked if I would do something for her. She asked if I would write a novel. And that was the day I began to write.
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