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Early reviews:
Five Stars
*A TWISTED AND SUSPENSEFUL THRILLER: TIME TO DIE BY GLEN HELLMAN 😱*Glen Hellman’s “Time to Die” is a gripping and immersive thriller that’ll keep you on the edge 🚨. The story follows a complex plot involving mercy killing, secrets, and a web of consequences.
Hellman’s writing is taut and engaging, crafting a narrative that’s both a thrilling ride and a thought-provoking exploration of morality. The characters are complex and relatable, with a cast that’ll keep you invested.
The plot is expertly woven, with twists and turns that’ll keep you turning pages 📚. If you enjoy thrillers with plenty of suspense and moral dilemmas, “Time to Die” is a compelling read. – Anna L.
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Four Stars
This was a very enjoyable read for me. Greg has survived through a lot of dangerous situations in his life. While shopping for his daughter’s nursery, everything comes crashing down around him. This book was tragic, comical, a thriller, an action, and keeps you on your toes. This book has the feel of multiple genres in one and keeps you wanting to read more. I would recommend this book! – Danielle G.
Chapter 1 – Endless Love
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“Sorry, I am unable to answer that, but I found something else. Do you want to know what the temperature is in New York City?”
“If I wanted to know that, I would’ve asked that. Now answer my question.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand.”
“Do you understand anything?”
Silence.
“Why won’t you answer me?”
“Nothing wrong. Just happy to talk to you.”
“If there’s nothing wrong, why won’t you answer me?”
“Sorry. I’ll try to be faster next time.”
“I don’t want you faster. I want you better.”
“Maybe if you ask the question differently.”
“Okay, how’s this? When is the fucking next fucking train to goddamn New York fucking City?”
“I can’t find public transit directions to your destination.”
“Then what the fuck good are you?”
“There’s no need for that kind of language.”
Isabelle “Izzy” Rossi, arms akimbo, silently watched her man argue, once again, unsuccessfully, with his Google Home, or as she thought of it, a Wi-Fi-enabled lava lamp.
After fifteen minutes of trying to get an answer, he could’ve Googled it himself; he was furious. No, enraged. No, inexplicably apoplectic.
“Hey Google, why are you being such a fucking bitch?”
Silence.
“Answer me!”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand? You don’t fucking understand? Then fucking understand this.” He opened the window of his second-floor Bethesda townhome, grabbed the device off his desk, and hurled it into the street.
It barely missed a neighbor walking her dog and exploded into a thousand pieces in the middle of the road. A black Mercedes SL-Class roadster ran it over, just to ensure the job was done right. A little powder puff of a dog barked with all the ferocity of a sniffle. The dog walker offered a hostile glare at the open window.
“Sorry, Ellie. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Ellie was accustomed to strange things emerging from Newsome’s house. Thugs, cops, bullets. Since Greg bought the place six years ago, the once-quiet neighborhood has become America’s Mogadishu. I’m going to report this menace…again. Useless police force.
Izzy flicked her raven hair and turned to her infuriatingly charming man. Green eyes burned like copper flames as she assumed the pose: arms crossed, head shaking. The patented Danger Boy Squint replaced her dazzling smile with that familiar frown-smirk combo, sharpening her cheekbones and doing nothing to calm her erratic beau.
Somehow, her look aroused Greg, which was not in any way Izzy’s intent. She immediately recognized that wanton look in his eyes. This was not the time to reward his impetuous behavior with a roll in the hay. “Cool your jets, Danger Boy.”
She clicked her teeth, and Greg reluctantly came to terms with the fact that his carnal aspirations went the way of the dodo. Okay, raincheck.
“While you battled your virtual nemesis, I booked the 4:10 Acela and the Hilton on Sixth.”
Like a dog who’d seen a squirrel, Greg quickly switched targets. “I don’t like that place. Too big. It’s like sleeping in the stands of Yankee Stadium.”
“Well, Danger Boy, the client’s corporate rate saves us about $200. Now you’ll be able to afford a few extra shots of espresso in your venti Starbucks, Daddy Warbucks.” Izzy’s voice was slathered in sarcasm.
“Oh, you said the Hilton. I love that place.”
A couple of hours later, they were comfortably seated on the right side of the Acela, rocketing toward the Big Apple at 150 miles per hour. About ten mph slower than if Greg had driven. Slower, but it saved the cost of a bitten manicure repair job after her man’s Indy 500 audition.
And then there was the traffic.
If you thought Greg’s little tête-à -tête with his Google Home was unhinged, there aren’t even charts that could track the volume, creativity, or sheer violence of a Greg Newsome traffic tantrum.
Greg took her hand as they passed the bridge over the Susquehanna River. This bridge was a momentous milestone in the couple’s relationship. Here they were at the very spot where Izzy first lied to Greg. She was posing as a marketing executive from Baltimore, he as a serious, mild-mannered businessman.
Neither was true. She wasn’t a businesswoman, and he was not mild-mannered.
In reality, Izzy was an FBI agent, and Greg was her assignment. Greg was a businessman, a former startup executive, an occasional Angel Investor and a Business Coach who spent at least half of his time serious and focused. Izzy was tasked with getting close to Greg so that he might act as an informant in the FBI’s investigation of Greg’s buddy, Benny “The Knife” Santini.
Sounds like a typical romance, a tale as old as time, you know – woman asks man to snitch on friend. The couple’s romantic path followed the familiar boy-meets-girl romance novel storyline: boy meets girl. Girl lies to boy in an attempt to put said friend in jail. Boy gets mad and leaves girl. They make up, break up and make up, and voilà , they’re here holding hands, making goo-goo eyes at each other while on a train to NYC. But hey kids, in case you haven’t noticed, this ain’t no Hallmark Hall of Fame fairy tale romance.
There was hope between these two lovers and partners that they would grow old together. If not happily ever after, then at least in a world wildly entertaining enough to make the ride worth it.