Published Author: Inklet, #66

By Liana Brooks

Horace Jones just wants a quiet life. But those pages lying there on the coffee table? They may spell disaster, the final spark to light the burning pyre of his privacy.

A quirky, humorous story for everyone who ever dreamed of being famous—or had nightmares about it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Sep 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201573263

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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INKLET #66

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

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Horace Jones chewed his lip as he rode the elevator up seven floors to his Manhattan apartment. At the door, he hesitated. Was it really over? He eased the door open and peered into the dark. Hello? Domino?

His black-and-white terrier-something ran toward him, ears perked.

Is it safe? Horace asked as he flipped on the light. 

Domino thumped his stubby tail on the wood floor.

All right then.

Slamming the door, Horace secured the lock and scanned the near-empty living room: one couch, one table, one chair, one empty bookshelf.

The dog ran to the couch, barking. His tail knocked the table. A piece of paper fluttered gently to the ground.

No! Horace threw himself down, sobbing. His fists beat the hardwood floor and hot tears streaked down his face. No! Not again!

Domino whined in confusion.

Defeated, Horace crawled forward. With trembling hands he lifted up the paper, dreading what he would see...

"A bill! Oh, thank all