Category Archives: Ouagadougou

FREE Days on Kindle. Friday, March 30 & Saturday, March 31.

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Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa  Get it here!

FREE Friday and Saturday, March 30 & 31. Load up a great summer read.

The Best Choice in 2012, March 15, 2012 By Cat mom (LI NY) – This book is different from my usual Kindle choices…. It was absolutely outstanding. I found the African setting interesting. The father’s search for his son drove the exciting plot. The novel was worth many stars.*

I loved this book, March 12, 2012 By Jim Brumm – I can’t believe that this wonderful book is as inexpensive as it is. It is a great read of a father’s quest to find his son in Africa to deliver a letter from the boy’s dying mother. But it’s so much more than that. It is a saga of cultures clashing, of regret, redemption, and adventure, all told with great writing. There aren’t enough good books that are set in Africa. This is one of the best. I would have been happy to pay $10 for this book.

Captivating! March 5, 2012 By BookAddict (FL) – I was engrossed in this story from beginning to end. The plot is multi-layered, with mystery, suspense, drama and adventure. The characters are unique and have many dimensions. They made me care and I wanted to crawl inside the story with them. The dialogue is realistic. The ease of the descriptions immersed me in African countries and cultures. I did not simply read this story. I experienced it.


Dreaming of Books Giveaway Hop, January 13 – 18

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Ever dreamed of taking a trip to Africa, say West Africa, say Abidjan, Ivory Coast?

What would you do if you woke up in the middle of a grim city slum without your passport, your money, your luggage? Matt Reiser had to figure that out. He woke up staring into a group of onlookers, unable to communicate, and not sure where he was. All he had planned to do was fly in, hand deliver a message to his estranged son, and fly out. He lost the handwritten message with everything else.

Use this code PL54X at this site for a free copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.

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Happy New Year 2012 Giveaway Hop

A Giveaway is a great opportunity to add to your digital library.

Use this code: UN45B. 

And  go to this site for a free e-copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.

1979.  Matt Reiser travels to West Africa in search of his son.  He’s mugged upon arrival and loses everything.  He must struggle through his sudden poverty, through unfamiliar territory, language, and culture, through cities, slums, jungle, and desert.  On the way, he forms friends and enemies and meets a world he never wanted to discover.  The new experiences force him to reevaluate his broken relationship with his son until they meet and face one another as never before.

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Or for a 99 cent copy of Facing the Son, go to Kindle.

“The installed base of ereaders will reach 28.9 million in 2012, a gain of 40.1% over 2011’s total of 20.6 million. As a percentage of the population, ereader owners will reach 12% in 2012, up from 8.7% in 2011.”  – eMarketer Total Access

HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Best of 2011 Giveaway Hop

A Giveaway is a great opportunity to add to your digital library.

Use this code: UN45B. 

And  go to this site for a free e-copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.

1979.  Matt Reiser travels to West Africa in search of his son.  He’s mugged upon arrival and loses everything.  He must struggle through his sudden poverty, through unfamiliar territory, language, and culture, through cities, slums, jungle, and desert.  On the way, he forms friends and enemies and meets a world he never wanted to discover.  The new experiences force him to reevaluate his broken relationship with his son until they meet and face one another as never before.

Return to the Hop Here.

Or for a 99 cent copy of Facing the Son, go to Kindle.

“The installed base of ereaders will reach 28.9 million in 2012, a gain of 40.1% over 2011’s total of 20.6 million. As a percentage of the population, ereader owners will reach 12% in 2012, up from 8.7% in 2011.”  – eMarketer Total Access

HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Book Lover’s Holiday Giveaway Hop

For this Holiday Hop Giveaway, add an adventure to your new Kindle or other e-reader.

Use this code SP88Z at this site to get your free copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.

See previous posts for an excerpt and for background on Ouagadougou and other places the story takes you.

Take your first international trip to Abidjan, Ivory Coast, and upon arrival get mugged, lose everything, and wake up on a hard pack street in a grim city slum.  What do you do?  You can’t speak the language.  Your pockets are empty.  You’ve come to find your son as a last request from his dying mother.

Get up.  Soldier on.  Discover why you really came.

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November Giveaway Hop

What is a giveaway hop?

Simple – Each participating blog hosts a giveaway and then we link up together allowing our followers & blog readers to hop easily from one giveaway to another.

For blog readers this means lots of chances to win.

For blogs hosting a giveaway it means lots of new visitors.

It’s a win-win!

Each participating blog will host their own giveaway.

All participating blogs will be linked up through a Giveaway linky.

Coupon Code: KK44Q
Expires: November 12, 2011

Click here and use the above code for free e-copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.


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Excerpt, Facing the Son

Coupon Code: KK44Q
Expires: November 12, 2011

Click here and use the above code for free e-copy of Facing the Son, A Novel of Africa.

Matt Reiser, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, landed in Abidjan, Côte d’Ivoire, on a May evening in 1979.  He woke the next morning with a terrible headache.    

He rubbed his neck, his skin hot, gritty, and sticky, and blinked directly into a bright parched wall.  He sat up with a jerk.  “Ow!”  His back.  He twisted himself upright, confused, on a hard pack street.  A group of strange people stood over him.  A short heavy bald man in a horizontally striped shirt dangled a cigarette from his lips.  A severe woman with critical eyes held a headless chicken by its feet.  Several ill-dressed men looked on from behind.

“Get away from me!”  Matt waved his arms to shoo the crowd.  “What are you looking at?”  He meant to shout but coughed.  He was groggy.  His body didn’t respond.  He needed to focus.  “Where am I?” 

Matt struggled to his feet and felt the blood fall from his head, placed his palms on the wall for balance.  The wall felt warm and rough, and he waited for the dizziness to pass before turning to see where the hell he was.  The sun caught him in the face.  Too bright.  Couldn’t see.  Shaded his eyes. 

Who were these people?  The bald man stared at Matt.  Made him aware of his heavy, crumpled sport coat.  Matt pressed his lower back to stand straight.   

“Where is this?”  He stepped away from the wall, turned his attention to the area around the building, and stumbled into the street, splashing through a curbside rivulet. 

“The hell?”  He looked at his wet socks.  “Where are my shoes?”  He looked around and saw tenements running the length of the street in both directions. Weeds, spindly bushes, even a short tree, poked through the broken road.  Trash lay in scattered piles.  An old cane chair with a busted seat butted up against a wall.  A mangy mongrel rummaged through the trash at the corner of a building.  Nothing like Le Grande Hôtel here.  Le Grande Hôtel.  The idea of it burnt brightly in Matt’s yawning consciousness with the promise of cleanliness, a cool shower, and an air-conditioned room with a view.  And security.

“Police,” Matt said, his anger taking shape.  “I want the police!” he shouted.  “The police!  Do you hear me?  Get the police!”

The old woman knocked the bald man in the shoulder and uttered something. 

“My bags!”  Coming to, Matt looked back at the empty space around the square building.  “My bags were in the trunk of the car.”  He slapped his pockets with growing panic.  “My money!”  Then he slapped his chest to feel for his passport and rammed his hands inside his jacket pockets.  “I can’t believe this!  They took everything!”  He threw his arms out and traipsed toward the onlookers.  He couldn’t imagine going home empty handed, returning to his wife’s everlasting disappointment. 

A moped skidded to a halt beside the commotion.  The rider, a teenage boy with an Afro and wearing an orange and green soccer jersey, stayed seated, his feet as kickstand, watching.  The boy looked fresh, as if he just woke up and was on his way to school, or work, or whatever it was these people did around here. 

The group gave Matt space and watched him strut. 

“I don’t speak French,” he asserted. “No parlez français.”

The scruffy cur, suspicious of the strange man’s nervous energy, dropped his head and snarled and Matt kept the mutt in sight in case it lunged at him.  Was it rabid?  How much worse could this get?

 

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