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Channel Surfing
Laughs, Chills, Suspense, Thrills
From comedian Dean Burkey, the author of Monster Laughs, Seasons Without Reason, & Exit Strategies, comes an Action-Packed Comedy Thriller!
Surfer dude Brad is dying to catch a big wave; and he does. Die, that is. The big wave catches him.
Paramedics bring him back. But he doesn't come back alone. After sunset, he channels ghosts.
Unable to control the voices blurting out of his mouth, Brad embarrasses himself and others.
Channeling the dead isn't always as fun as it sounds. Especially when slain informant Tony hijacks your vocal chords. Incurring the wrath of those who murdered that rat in the first place.
Detective Rusty hears of Brad's newfound gift and protects him from thugs Ben and Jerry, who aren't as competent as their crime boss hoped. Seeking to avenge his partner's death, Rusty cons Brad into impersonating the informant on the stand.
With danger all around, Tony double-crosses Brad too.
What's a channeling surfer to do?
Action, excitement, and laughter abound in this comedy thriller, which also includes romance and mystery, to provide something fun for everyone.
Excerpts and Snippets
Brad furrowed his brow further. “How long was I out?”
[Cindy]: “Since yesterday.” She thought about the bizarre talking-in-his-sleep, or in his case, talking-in-his-coma incident. “Or less.”
Brad ran his fingers through her curly hair. She cooed.
He sighed. “Oh, good. People who are out longer than that often suffer weird side effects.”
[Brad]: “You hated me being empty-headed; and now I’ve got a convention in here.”
Brad opened his eyes, gawked at the disheveled man before him. Too clean to be a beggar. Too unkempt to be a cop. And too vertical to be a junkee. “I’m no angel. Who are you?”
[Rusty]: “I’m no angel either. But I carry a badge.”
Brad gulped. Not those guys again. How did this one get away without having to follow the basic rules of grooming and hygiene? “Thought of another joke, after you threw me out?”
[Rusty]: “I didn’t throw you out. I’m crazy enough to believe you.” Rusty held out his hand.
Brad glowered at Rusty’s hand. “If only I were crazy enough to believe you, we’d have it made.” Unkempt or not, he didn’t trust cops.
“Is this place?” He gulped. “Safe?”
Rusty nodded. “I think so. But I get shot at everyday. So safe may mean something different to me than it does to you.”
“Don’t fret Blondie, you’re not crazy. But the voices in your head are.”
“Hey, Benny.” Jerry asked, “Where’s your gun?”
“Shut up!”
“That’s coming out of your pay.”
“I said, ‘Shut up!’”
“Whatcha gonna do Benny? Shoot me? Ya’ don’t got no gun.”
[Rusty]: “Cheer up. You don’t look that stupid.”
Brad pounded the dashboard. “I don’t look stupid at all!”
[Rusty]: “Why do you suddenly make my ex-wife seem emotionally sound?” Although he and Sheila hadn’t finalized their divorce proceedings, he didn’t believe they could reconcile, so he already considered her his ex-wife.
[Brad]: “You wouldn’t understand, Tin-Man.”
Rusty laughed. “There’s not a super power in the world that can save you from love.”
Brad blushed. Love is the ultimate kryptonite.
Disobeying Rusty’s orders, Brad stuck his head out the door. “Don’t get ice from the machine here. I need frozen spring water.”
[Rusty]: “I’ll fetch organic, fresh-squeezed, twice-filtered, rain water from a spring surrounded by aloe plants and daffodils.”
[Brad]: “Don’t sweat the daffodils. Although aloe sounds cool.”
Rusty drove at a steady pace down Beachview Drive.
Brad fidgeted. “Looks like she misses me.”
Rusty shrugged. “Or she’s allergic to flowers.”
“Bad guys go bang-bang at us. We go bang-bang back.”
“I’m a lover, not a shooter. Make love, not shoot.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. Your gal can say that at your funeral.”
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Bonus Excerpt:
Two muscular male nurses Chip and Mark bounded toward Brad.
Chip clenched his fists. Rehabilitated out of a bike gang, he missed the adrenaline rush of a testosterone-fueled, hand-to-hand altercation. “We’re trying to save this man’s life.”
“So am I.” Brad grabbed the gurney.
As Chip and Mark huddled around him, Brad’s eyes rolled back. “Back off punks! Ya’ don’t scare me!”
As Chip and Mark lunged forward, Brad yelped and ducked under the gurney.
Dr. Monroe, Chip, Mark, and the rest of the medical team rolled their eyes. What a goober. Macho moron afraid of his own shadow.
While the others considered him an easily frightened coward, Brad unlocked the wheels.
As Chip and Mark reached under the gurney to nab him, Brad darted out the other side, wielding a scalpel and a hypodermic needle. “Say, look what I found.”
While the other medical personnel gasped and backed away, Chip stepped forward with clenched, pulsating fists.
Brad brandished the scalpel and hypodermic needle. “Split or be split!”
