ABOUT THE BOOK
When I first met Susie, she appeared to be a normal, happily-married woman dealing with tragedy.
Then, I uncovered her secrets.
While I could understand everything that she’d done, I could never approve.
But, knowing what she was capable of, it became clear that if I was going to survive her, I had to play by her rules.
And, the first and most important rule is… leave no singing bones.
Book Details:
Title: Eye for Eye
Author’s name: JK Franko
Genre: Crime, suspense
Series: Talion Series
Publisher: Talion Publishing (June 22, 2019)
Print length: 434 pages
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Easiest thing about being a writer: storytelling.
Hardest thing about being a writer: marketing.
Things you never want to run out of: toilet paper.
Things you wish you’d never bought: Diaper Genie.
Things you love about writing: google: “JK Franko Chapter 19”
Things you hate about writing: characters with minds of their own .
Words that describe you: complex.
Words that describe you but you wish they didn’t: aloof.
Something you wish you could do: stop the voices.
Something you wish you’d never learned to do: turn a blind eye.
Things you’d walk a mile for: one of her kisses.
Things that make you want to run screaming from the room: a narcissist.
BOOK TRAILER
EXCERPT FROM EYE FOR EYE
When I try to piece together how this whole mess began, a part of me thinks it may have started over thirty years ago. At least the seeds were planted that far back, in the early 1980s. What happened then, at that summer camp in Texas, set the stage for everything that was to come.
Odd, how something so remote in time and geography continues to impact me here, today.
Sometimes I try to imagine her, how she felt—that eleven year-old girl—as she ran, stumbling and tripping through the woods that night. I try to put myself in her shoes. When I do, I wonder if she was frightened.
Did she understand the consequences of what she’d gotten herself into? I imagine it felt otherworldly to her, like a dream. But not a good dream. No, one of the bad ones—the ones that make your heart machine-gun as you try to outrun some dark thing that’s chasing you. But the faster you try to run, the slower you go, your legs feeling leaden, clumsy, useless.
Panic sets in. Tears of frustration form. Fear takes hold and won’t let go. You open your mouth to scream but realize, to your horror, that you’re paralyzed. It’s not that you can’t scream; you can’t even breathe. Not a dream—a nightmare.
Panic sets in. Tears of frustration form. Fear takes hold and won’t let go. You open your mouth to scream but realize, to your horror, that you’re paralyzed. It’s not that you can’t scream; you can’t even breathe. Not a dream—a nightmare.
Then again, all that may simply be my imagination. It could just be me projecting what I might have felt onto Joan. Maybe she wasn’t scared at all.
True, it was dark out. The night smelled of rain, but there was no lightning, only the far-off rumble of thunder hinting at a distant storm. There were no trail lights, no visibility but for the moon peeking out intermittently from behind a patchwork of clouds. But, Joan had been down this trail before. She was running toward the main cabin.
She had been at Camp Willow for almost two full weeks. She had been up and down that trail at least ten times a day, every day. Of course, that was during the day, and always with her buddy, or a camp counselor (the children called them troop leaders). Joan had never been on the trail at night. And never alone.
Maybe I imagine Joan was scared because, as an adult, I believe that she should have been. I would have been terrified.
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Excerpt from Eye For Eye by JK Franko. Copyright © 2019 by JK Franko. Reproduced with permission from JK Franko. All rights reserved.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.K. Franko was born and raised in Texas at a time when what he really wanted to do in life—writing and film—were not considered legitimate jobs. His Cuban-American parents believed there were only three acceptable career paths for a male child: doctor, lawyer, and architect.After a disastrous first year of college pre-Med, he ended up getting a BA in philosophy (not acceptable), then he went to law school (salvaging the family name).
Franko was on law journal. His work was cited by courts, and he was recognized on the National Law Journal’s “Worth Reading” list—which for law is the equivalent to a top review in the New York Times.
While moving up the big law firm ladder, Franko also published a non-fiction book and a number of articles.
It was his wife who pushed him to write novels. And, after thousands of hours writing, and seven or eight literary miscarriages over the course of eighteen years, he completed his first book, finally launching his career as a writer of fiction.
Ironically, although he started writing fiction before any of his three children were born, they were all old enough to see and remember their father’s first book launch.
J.K. Franko now lives with his wife and children in South Florida with their six dogs and one cat.
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