Thursday, October 12, 2023

Blurb Tour Stop/Giveaway: The Lost Child by Thomas Grant Bruso

 


Today is a tour stop for Thomas Grant Bruso's The Lost Child and it sounds like a great book to read. Don't forget to enter the tour wide giveaway as you could win a a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. The Tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions and you can check out all the tour stops HERE.


The Lost Child

by Thomas Grant Bruso

GENRE: Contemporary Crime/Thriller

Buy link: Publisher

Newspaper reporter Luke Sorenson has recently moved to a new town in upstate New York. Despite the change in scenery, Luke cannot run away from a brutal, harrowing past driven by the death of his only child, Emily.

 

Soon, Luke is propelled into a dangerous case of child abduction, an eerie reminder of losing his daughter. An eight-year-old boy named Daniel Hadley is kidnapped from his own bedroom and it is Luke, battling his own demons, who is assigned the story of the year.

 

As pieces of Luke’s mysterious, violent past are revealed, so are the sinister secrets to his daughter’s demise, sending Luke into a tailspin of heavy drinking and self-torment.

 

The search for Daniel is on, but it may be too late for everyone involved.

 

Excerpt Two:

 

Chapter One

 

One year later

 

Eight-year-old Daniel Thompson Hadley, a boy who dreams of becoming a NASCAR champ someday, pedals down Olive Way on his new birthday bicycle.

 

A light September wind ruffles his sandy-brown hair. Six houses down, his mother and father watch from the stoop of their Victorian home, eyes intent on the erratic movement of their only child.

 

“Not too far,” Penny Hadley warns him over the rim of her tea mug.

 

Peter looks down at his wife and whispers softly, “He’s fine. Let him be a kid.”

 

She tugs the collar of her winter coat closed as if it will keep her warm from the chill and gazes up at the sky. “It’s getting dark.”

 

Peter tucks his hands into his pants pockets, slightly put off. “Let him enjoy his new wheels, Pen.”

 

She scoffs at her husband’s remark. “Daniel. Daniel Hadley. Come back right now,” she calls.

 

But young Daniel does not hear his mother’s voice. By this time, he is at the end of the unlit street, hidden in the shadows of the Jettisons’ ash tree. The elderly couple, close friends of the Hadleys, sit on their porch swing beneath a yolk-yellow light. Betty busies her fingers knitting Wendell a cozy afghan. Wendell sips his usual nightcap: scotch on the rocks.

 

“Did you hear your mom and dad, Daniel?” Mrs. Jettison calls out.

 

Wendell touches her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t bother. Kids will be kids.”

 

“Wendell, please. It gets dark sooner these nights.” She grips the arm of the swing and heaves herself to her feet. She stumbles, crying in mild pain against arthritis in her knees and legs. She ambles over to the edge of the wraparound porch. “You hear me, Daniel? Your mother and father said not too far.”

 

The young boy turns his eyes up to the raspy voice of his neighbor in a you-are-not-my-parent stare. He continues across the neighbors’ unkempt lawns, strewn with late fall leaves, to the adjacent apartment complexes a few houses down.

 

He wheels along, whistling against a windy night, in astonishment at his newborn freedom. The gears of his bicycle rattle around the corner, fading down the street.

 

Penny feels a pinprick of tears at the corners of her eyes as she races down the street, tea sloshing over the rim of her mug. Peter can’t catch up. Not after his triple bypass surgery five months ago. He follows a few feet behind his wife, wheezing, blathering obscenities under his breath. The heat of his sweat-glossed face stops him from running.

 

“Daniel!” Trembling, he fingers beads of sweat out of his eyes.

 

The Jettisons stare down at the sidewalk as Penny and Peter pass the house in a moonlit blur.

 

Tense with frustration, Penny glances up at the couple, scared-looking, panting. “Did you see Daniel?”

 

Mr. Jettison mumbles something Penny can’t quite hear. His wife points a finger down the street. “I think he went that way, dear.”

 

The stricken mother yields at the end of Palmer Street and Olive Way and gazes around the neighborhood she has called home for the last eight years. Daniel is nowhere in sight.

 

She runs into the middle of the four-way intersection, looks behind cars and in neighbors’ front yards. She stands on her tiptoes to see over the tops of hedgerows and crouches to peek behind rhododendrons and quinces. Daniel is known to carry his hide-and-seek games too far, she knows. Tonight, though, is different. Her exasperated breath and beating heart tell her something is wrong.

 

She kneads the side of her neck. “Daniel!” Ugly images of a lost child invade her thoughts.

 

Peter pants closely behind her like an obedient dog. His unsteady hand skims the top of her shoulder. “Where is Danny? Where’s my son?” He peers around frantically, calling out for Daniel.

 

The panicked expression on Penny’s sour face and the discomforting rhythm of her voice tells him she doesn’t have an answer.

 

The sudden sound of a thrumming bicycle chain stirs the air, and Daniel appears around the corner. And the bold escapee knows, as he pedals closer toward his parents, noticing their scared wide eyes, that he has frightened them. He knows he is in big trouble.

 

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GIVEAWAY

Thomas Grant Bruso will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 


Thomas Grant Bruso knew he wanted to be a writer at an early age. He has been a voracious reader of genre fiction since childhood.

 

His literary inspirations are Ray Bradbury, Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Jim Grimsley, Karin Fossum, and Joyce Carol Oates.

 

Bruso loves animals, reading books, and writing fiction, and prefers Sudoku to crossword puzzles.

 

In another life, he was a freelance writer and wrote for magazines and newspapers. In college, he won the Hermon H. Doh Sonnet Competition. Now, he writes and publishes fiction and reviews books for his hometown newspaper, The Press-Republican.

 

He lives in upstate New York.

 

 

Links: 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/thomgrantbruso?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thomasgrantbrusoauthor/?hl=en 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8591689.Thomas_Grant_Bruso  

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thomasgrantbruso/

 


9 comments:

Thomas Grant Bruso said...

Thanks for featuring my latest novel! And to all the readers: Happy reading!

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thank you for hosting today!

traciem said...

What's the best part about being an author?

Bea LaRocca said...

Good afternoon, what are some of your favorite crime thriller book or TV series?

Thomas Grant Bruso said...

Hi, Traciem. Great question! The best part of being an author (for me) is creating places I'd like to visit. In "The Lost Child," the newspaper world was a solid part of my twenties, a long ago when I used to write as a freelance writer. So, I got to incorporate that life again from Luke Sorensen's tenacious POV. Another excellent quality I reap from writing is entertaining people through the power of words and story-building. If you read the book, the characters will stay with you, as they did for me after all these years. Thanks for your question.

Sherry said...

I look forward to reading this.

Kim said...

The excerpt sounds a little chilling, especially with what's to come.

Thomas Grant Bruso said...

Hi, Sherry! Thanks for your comment and support. Happy reading!

Thomas Grant Bruso said...

Hi, Kim. The Lost Child is a roller coaster ride full of twists, turns, and conclusions you will not see coming. I hope you get a chance to read it.

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