Category: eBooks Converted and Formatted By Us
Author: Juan Del Cerro
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Description

You are in a hospital, your plane went down, it may have been an accident or enemy foul play. You were rescued and we have you in hiding, the world thinks you are dead! His plane was blown up! He has been given a new face, a new look, in secret, he is trying to survive, how? Without documents, an identity! Lost in the underground, among strangers, fighting back to become his old self again! When the story begins, he is blind, suffering from burns and broken bones. He is old that someone tried to kill him, but prolongued investigation has turned up nothing; Who wanted him dead? Why? In the darkness, his long time isolation is made bearable by the first woman he has ever loved, that helps him, although both must now live in the underworld of illegal aliens, escaped convicts and hits for hire. Family and friends are all gone, the meetings he attends are below street level, with invisible and no-good rejected “others“. Will he find his killer? And be able to strike first? The woman he loves - an attractive girl who has grown up under difficult circumstances, forced to make a living somehow, she has two faces to protect her aunts and nephew from knowing the real world. She loves our hero, but is driven by financial opportunities. The woman who hires him - a large example of the strong matriarch, powerful an added son, trusts him, and gives him a new life. Her daughter - a crazy spoiled girl who hates her brother, and keeps creating trouble for the whole family. The General - is the threatening menace throughout. No description of him is available, and - no matter who the reader may think he resembles - he is a figment of Juan's imagination. The Favorite Son - is the typical Latin successful good looking military man who enjoys his own image and feels able to go up and up.

Date insert: Saturday, 01 April 2023

T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.