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Meet Martin Reaves

It has been a great pleasure being part of Tasha Tuner’s Virtual Blog Tour because it has given me the opportunity to meet so many talented authors I might not otherwise have found. This week , find out about suspense author Martin Reaves, a greater writer with a fantastic haircut.

Is sanity relative? Find out here with Martin Reaves’s suspense thriller Relative Sanity: http://www.amazon.com/Relative-Sanity-ebook/dp/B005CF7EFW/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

After a lifetime of physical and mental abuse, thirteen-year-old Babylon escapes the shack in the woods, walking away from all she has ever known in search of the Moon People.

Special investigator Nick Grimmer’s marriage crumbles as his wife slips into an unexplained madness.

Purdy Fallon is a child trapped in a thirty-year-old man’s body. Abandoned by his mother twenty years earlier, he lives a solitary existence. Until Babylon shows up at his door and changes everything forever.

EXCERPT:

Babylon sat on the faded linoleum hugging her knees to her chest, Purdy’s shirt wrapped around her and tied with the pink belt. She had finally stopped shaking. Now she sat and listened to Purdy banging pots and pans around in the kitchen.

“He’s making extra noise so you’ll think everything is normal, like he’s just in there fixing dinner and it’s just another rosy day so why don’t you come on out and have a little something to eat.”

“You don’t know as much as you think you do.” Dumb old Bella.

“I know we’ve been in here long enough.”

Bella was right about that. Purdy hadn’t done anything but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something wrong with him. The way he’d stood there looking at her, saying over and over again how hungry he was, finally running off down the hall yelling, It’s rude, it’s so rude, but I gotta eat somethin’, Mama!

It was almost funny. Except it wasn’t, not even a little.

That had been a while ago. She’d heard him fixing his lunch, then washing the dishes—you could hear everything in that little trailer. She’d heard the voices again (not The Voice, but other voices like on the radio), which she guessed was the television. She really wished things were okay, because she so wanted to see what television was like. After a while those voices fell silent.

Babylon had fallen asleep at some point, starting awake a few minutes ago when the floor creaked outside the bathroom door. Purdy’s shaky voice had filtered through the door, saying he was going to be making dinner soon and he really hoped she would join him. When she didn’t answer he walked away, whispering to his mama.

How could it already be dinnertime? She looked at the tiny sliver of window over the tub; it was dark outside. How long had she been asleep?

“It’s time,” Bella said.

“Time for what?”

“Time to get out of this damned bathroom.”

“Don’t you swear, Bella,” she whispered.

“Don’t change the subject.”

Babylon looked at her toes, no longer shriveled from the soak in the tub. “You were the one said we had to watch out for him.”

“We still do. But he had a chance and didn’t do anything. He’s probably as scared of actually doing something as he is afraid he might do something.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. Just get up. He’s fixing dinner. We need to eat.”

Babylon huddled into the big shirt. “I don’t want to.” Only she did kind of want to because her bottom was numb from sitting on the floor so long, and she certainly was hungry.

“You have to, Baby.”

“I don’t hafta do nothin’!”

In the kitchen it went suddenly quiet.

“He’s listening,” Bella whispered.

“Let him listen. I ain’t leaving this room.”

“Then I will.”

She stood, shifted her weight from one leg to the other until her circulation caught up. Then she rearranged the shirt, pulled the belt tight and opened the door.

“Bella, you can’t,” Babylon hissed.

But Bella could, and Bella did.

5-STAR AMAZON REVIEW:

With “Relative Sanity” Martin Reaves has peeled back the layers of life in a small town; revealing a dense and disturbing vista that may be closer to each of us than we’d be comfortable with revealing to the world. I read this book in one marathon session. Yes, this is a dark tale that many residents of Any-Town USA will be able to relate to, and it claws at the kind of emotional scabs that long-term friendships and relationships can sometimes ignore. The tone of the book is almost confessional in nature, which only serves to make the characters all the more real and their unique pain transgressive. The story unfolds at just the right pace, and the interwoven lives of the characters seems very plausible; never treading into plot-convenient waters. This was a fantastic tale, and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it to fans of Stephen King, Peter Straub, or even fans of true-crime authors such as Ann Rule and Jack Olsen.

~ Mars Homeworld of Dead House Music

BIO:

Martin Reaves is a writer primarily of suspense/thrillers with a psychological edge. And sometimes horror…or humor…heck, even romance. (Aren’t all these things connected on some level?)

Upon turning 48 he realized he was no longer 47…he wasn’t sure what to do with this information so he moved on.

Martin is very happily married to his childhood sweet-patootie, and has two incredible adult daughters who he considers among his best friends.

Reading and Writing are twin first-loves, followed by music (he is a musician and singer and has been performing semi-professionally for longer than he’d care to think about).

When not selling plastic to pay the bills, he (and his books) can be found here:

Facebook Personal: https://www.facebook.com/Mottlee

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Martin-Reaves/e/B005DI98LG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MartinReaves

WordPress: http://mott342.wordpress.com/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5042356.Martin_Reaves

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  1. Pingback: Book Review: Relative Sanity | The Atheist's Quill

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