FREE! WHICH HALF DAVID: A NOVEL

Thursday May 17th through Sunday May 20th only!

Which Half David is FREE on KINDLE.  (Get yours here!)

  • A few facts about Which Half David:
  • It’s a modern-day twist on the ancient story of King David.
  • It’s set in a fictitious island nation in Southeast Asia called Sulu.
  • Did you know that the Sulu Sultanate actually existed at one time? It was located between the Philippines and the island of Borneo. The Sultanate profited by commandeering shipping vessels in the region. Yes, they were pirates. Oh, and this is where my fictitious island is! No coincidence.
  • It’s my longest novel at nearly 100,000 words.
  • It’s a psychological thriller as the protagonist must comes to grip with the type of person he really is.
  • If you like a read that has some unexpected twists and turns along the way, you should most definitely check it out.

Best yet, IT’S FREE UNTIL SUNDAY. If you read it and like it, please consider leaving a review.

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Thank you & enjoy!

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Limited Time 99 cent sale! Novel: A Love Story for a Nation

Here’s your chance to read the novel that reviewers have called:

“Heartfelt” “Destined to be a Classic” “Stunning” “Clever” “Wonderful”

Grab it on Amazon!

I’ll put two different blurbs below to give you a taste of what it’s about. But for 99 cents, you can’t go wrong if you love to read.

Blurb 1: You may burn an author’s books. You may strip his life of everyone he loves. But the writer remains. And soon enough, a new story will emerge where desolation once exists. 

“A Love Story for a Nation” chronicles the explosive and heart-warming journey of former writer Gerald Sanpatri, living a marginalized existence under a brutal dictatorship. After losing everything he once loved, he takes up his pen one last time, and dares to think the unimaginable. Part love story, part fantasy, “A Love Story for a Nation” is a modern day tall-tale with a timeless message of courage.

Blurb 2: As nightly raids burn the capital city, the mundane existence of Gerald Sanpatri takes a dramatic shift when Rosia walks into his life bringing laughter and unexpected love. She inspires the ex-writer to once again take up his pen and write the impossible: a love story for an entire nation. A Love Story for a Nation chronicles the explosive and heart-warming journey of one country’s brush with history through the eyes of a courageous man who dared to stand up, smile, and think the unimaginable.

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Exclusive Excerpt #2: “A Love Story for a Nation” (99 cent sale day three!)

In this excerpt. We are introduced to the bigger-than-life revolutionary figure Horace. And the wife of our protagonist finds out that he actually used to be a writer.

Exclusive Excerpt:

As the raucous fun and stories continued, a loud call from the street rang out clearly—a familiar voice and a constant barrage of laughing and yelling made its way through the house and onto the river bank.

“Well, well, well. A bunch of rabble-rousers.”

Gomez and Gerald stood to see a large elderly gentlemen, accompanied by three young adults.

“Horace? Is that you? Look everyone, it’s Uncle Horace!” yelled Gomez.

Everyone stood to greet the legendary Reoux figure, who used to live right across the street from Gomez until the regime arrested him during the revolution nearly two decades ago.

“Horace, it’s been so long.”

“I was thinking that myself the other day. A year, I think. I haven’t seen you in a whole year. And Gerald, good to see you.”

“And my wife,” said Gerald, pointing to Rosia.

“Married? Gerald, the old scholarly bachelor married? To such a pretty young wife. What’s wrong with her?”

“I ask myself that every day,” grinned the father-to-be.

Horace grabbed Rosia in a convincing bear-hug.

“Careful. She’s going to have my child.”

“You don’t say!” said Horace. “God in Heaven, please allow the poor child to look like his mother.”

Everyone roared in laughter as Gomez escorted the new arrivals to the blanket area and handed them some cold drinks.

“Oh how I’ve missed this view of paradise. A city on a hill cannot be ignored, right Antoine?” yelled Horace into the black of the evening. “I’m sorry; I haven’t introduced my entourage. See that? You live long enough, you too might have an entourage that follows you wherever you go.”

“Uncle Horace always had a vivid imagination,” said Gomez with a smile.

“I’m not imagining anything. I can’t get rid of these characters. They follow me everywhere.”

“From what we hear, a lot of people follow you,” said Gerald.

“Oh for sure, those damn spies would take up residence in my arse if I let them. Ladies, please pardon my French. I hope the British word somewhat softened the blow. But don’t worry. I gave them the slip when we entered Reoux. This place makes their skin crawl, but it makes me feel alive. Sorry. I still haven’t introduced my friends. This is Hobart, Tana, and Jonah. All students at the National University, if you can believe that.”
The three college students nodded and shook hands with everyone.

“Gomez is my nephew,” continued Horace. “This is his wife, Cecilia, and this, my friends, is Gerald Sanpatri, former author and lecturer at the National University.”

“Oh, so you’re the famous Sanpatri,” said Tana. “My father told me about you.”
Gerald almost shrunk in embarrassment as his wife looked over at him inquisitively.

“Please, no. Where did you hear such nonsense? I’m just a security guard.”

“A guarder of hearts, I say,” said Horace. “Are you writing yet?”

“I haven’t written anything in twenty years. I’m no writer. I just stand on my feet and protect the bank all day.”

“Nothing wrong with saving the greenbacks. Don’t be too hard on Gerald,” Horace said to the three young students. “Survival is the key to happiness. It’s hard to be happy in a pine box.”

Rosia continued to look over at Gerald as if something wasn’t right.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. And my poor wife seems to be the most in the dark,” said Gerald.

“You were a writer?” Rosia asked him.

“Ooops! The cat is out of the bag,” joked Horace, who took a swig of his drink.

Only 99 cents on Amazon.com

Only 99 cents on Amazon UK

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“Beauty Rising” – Exclusive excerpt. Get the novel for 99 cents thru April 7.

There’s still time to pick up a copy of my debut novel published in Dec 2012 for only 99 cents. After April 7, it will settle back in at its regular price after that. 

This little story still has a special place in my heart. I grew fond of both main characters, but I didn’t let that fondness change the story as it needed to be written. Some readers didn’t like what had to be done, but, hey, the story writes itself. I’m just there to fill in the words. So if you like fast-moving prose with some unexpected twists, please check it out!

Buy “Beauty Rising” HERE!

Here’s an exclusive, short excerpt from My Phuong’s perspective:

We drove downtown past the city center and the market, which was boarded up and quiet. We passed the cinema which had a scarce crowd based on the number of vehicles out front. Then we pulled into the courtyard of a large old colonial house. The sign out front read “People’s Council Guest House.” I had spent many nights with many strangers, but for some reason I was nervous. I was used to men coming to me – coming to sing Karaoke and then asking for something more – coming to spend the night in a hotel only to spend the night with me. But this was different. I was no longer on my own turf, and I had no idea what to expect.

We both wore our traditional ao dai, and I must admit we were beautiful. We parked our motorbikes off to the left of the house and entered through the front door. A man dressed in a tux greeted us – it was the first time I ever saw a tux in Vietnam – and pointed us through the main doors into a large hall which was decorated with teak furniture with mother of pearl inlays. Only two men mingled about in the hall. They looked at us when we entered but kept their distance.

“Just be patient,” said Hoa. “They’ll come for us.”

I felt nervous – almost sick in the stomach. I had turned away from this kind of lifestyle only to find myself once again in a high risk situation. We stood there silently, glancing every few seconds to the individuals who whispered in the corner. Finally, one of those men, a tall slender one who walked with his shoulders back and head held high, approached us.

“Miss My Phuong?”

“Yes.”

“Right this way.”

I glanced at Hoa, and she nudged me on with a soft push.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Go ahead.”

He led me to the opposite end of the room, and up the staircase to the first room on the left at the top of the landing. I looked down to where Hoa stood, but she had already gone. I felt very much alone.

“Go on in,” the man said and then turned and made his way back downstairs.

I slowly opened the door and walked into the large suite which was tastefully decorated with vibrant red and green colored paintings depicting various scenes of rural Vietnam. The room included a work space with a large wooden desk, a sitting area with a sofa, loveseat, coffee table, and a large bed with high wooden posts. On the opposite side of the suite stood a man in a business suit. He stared out the window and could only be seen from behind. He had black hair with strands of grey on the side. Closing the door behind me, I walked over to the sofa.

“Hello, sir.”

The man turned around. It was Mr. Duc.

“Hello, My Phuong,” he said.

My heart raced but my mind was blank.

“Please, sit down,” he said as I sat on one end of the sofa and he came over and sat opposite me on the love seat. “It is very nice that I get to see you again. Maybe you are surprised?”

I nodded.
“The American teacher said you were her best English pupil ever, so your English must be very good.”

I nodded.

“There is no need to be so formal, My Phuong. I thought maybe we could be friends, and perhaps you could teach me some English. Mine is only so-so, but I would like to improve. Would you be able to help me?”

“Yes, of course. It would be my honor to help you learn English.”

“Excellent. Could we start tomorrow evening around the same time?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Okay.”

“And I suppose you remember the way out?”

“Yes, of course. Goodbye sir.”

That was it. I strained to imagine what was really going on. Hoa had informed me about many things that went on at these get-togethers, but English was never one of them. He wanted help with English. Then I started wondering why he only wanted help with English. Did he not find me attractive? Did I do something wrong? Would Co Thu be furious with me tomorrow? Would I be in danger because I did not meet expectations? My mind twirled and turned as I left the room, descended the staircase and went out the front door. The tall, thin man had already pulled my motorbike around front and was waiting for me as I exited the building.

“Good evening, My Phuong. We will see you tomorrow.”

How did he already know that? I pondered.

Christmas Deals! Free and Discounted Books for the Holidays!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I’m happy to offer some great deals on books over the next week. Let’s start with the free!

From December 23-27, my new release short story, “If Love is a Crime: A Christmas Story” is free on Kindle. Please enjoy this read with your family as you celebrate the holidays. My gift to you. 5.0 stars on Amazon with 4 reviews so far!

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On Christmas Eve 1852, a runaway slave slips unnoticed through a meadow and happens upon a small, rustic cabin in the woods, occupied by a boisterous old woman named Beatrice. As a winter storm blows in and the sheriff comes inquiring, all that stands between the frightened girl and the arm of the law is a stack of biscuits and a whole lot of love.

“If Love is a Crime” is a short piece of historical fiction that offers a powerful and emotional picture of the beauty of love and the spirit of Christmas. “If Love is a Crime” is sure to stir the emotional embers of compassion and love, which permeate the most wonderful time of the year.

Pick up your free Christmas story HERE!


On Sale: December 25 – December 27, my second novel, The Recluse Storyteller, only $0.99 on Kindle. 4.6 stars with 33 reviews on Amazon.

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The stories haunt Margaret every waking moment, but they are anything but random. A fractured view Michael Cheevers’ red hat through a discreetly cracked door sends her off on adventure. A glimpse of the Johnson twins from apartment 2D transports her mind to the lonely hill on a Midwestern prairie in 1887. The regular letters from Reverend Davies bring her to the brink of exhaustion as she stares intensely into the heart of war, deep in the jungle of Vietnam.

Margaret is not insane, at least not in a clinical sense. She’s like a midnight raccoon, painfully aware of her surroundings, gleaning crumbs of information at every turn. Her eyes peer incessantly in the night, stealing glances of the neighbors through partially opened doors. But the tales she weaves were not meant to merely hold empty court to the receptive dead air of her apartment. Her stories were meant to embolden the lives of the inhabitants of that drab apartment block because her story is also their story–and everything would be different if they could only hear the prophetic words of the rambling recluse.

Pick up your $0.99 copy HERE!  (Dec 25-31)


On Sale: December 25 – December 27, my debut novel, Beauty Rising, only $0.99 on Kindle. 4.4 stars with 84 reviews on Amazon.

 

Beauty Rising Mark W Sasse“My heart sank. I dumped my father’s ashes in the heart of communist Vietnam – over a thousand miles from the death of his comrades – over a thousand miles from the smile of that girl. How could I have been so stupid?”

Only the bumbling, overweight, thirtyish, stay-at-home Martin Kinney could have mistakenly flubbed his dying father’s request with such gusto. This thousand mile mistake awakens the ghosts of long-held family secrets and puts Martin on a fateful course with an unlikely romantic interest – a young, beautiful, yet troubled Vietnamese woman named My Phuong.

With its cross-cultural setting and unlikely romance, the 61,000 word novel Beauty Rising creates a powerful, unique voice in today’s literature. In a swift-moving, dialogue-driven prose which is funny, honest, tragic and unpredictable, Beauty Rising explores the depths of culture, family, and love as the Vietnam War, a generation removed, continues to hang on the periphery of society, cursing families and causing destruction.

 

Pick up your $0.99 copy HERE! (Dec 25-31)

 

One Last Day – It’s Still a Sweet Deal – “Banyan Tree” @ $1.99

The new release, The Reach of the Banyan Tree, is finishing out its 6-day run on its first ever Kindle Countdown Deal. There’s now only 24 hours remaining to catch it at its reduced price before it settles back in at its normal price.

As some reviewers have pointed out, it really does have a little of everything. It’s set in two time periods – 2000 and 1945. It has a stirring romance, but it’s much more than that. It explores the cultural and family ties of a modern day Vietnamese family. It has a touch of intense war. It has a diverse and interesting cast of characters including a billionaire big-mouth, oil tycoon from Texas. It’s an adventure as the protagonist has to decide what to do about love. It has political back-room deals and plenty of shady characters. It has laughter, tragedy, and twists and turns galore.

I hope you will check it out. Much appreciated!

The Reach of the Banyan Tree HERE!

The Recluse Storyteller: FREE on KINDLE – Day 1

My second novel, The Recluse Storyteller, is now FREE for Amazon Kindle or Kindle App. This special promotion will last through May 17 only. Please pick yourself up a copy of the highly rated, unique, suspenseful novel which weaves four stories into one.

And in case you missed it: IT’S FREE. For a short time only.

Download THE RECLUSE STORYTELLER here.

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