Thursday, June 4, 2015

Promo Post: Rubble and the Wreckage by Rodd Clark #Excerpt #Review #Giveaway

Book: Rubble and the Wreckage
Author: Rodd Clark
Length: 102,000 words
Published: January 31, 2015
Publisher: Driven Press

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 Gabriel Church knows you can’t take a life without first understanding just
how feeble life is, how tentative and weak it stands alone. If you desire
murder, you hold a life in your hand. Whether you release it to grant life or
grip tighter to end it, it is at your command and discretion. Gabriel is a
serial killer with a story he wants told.

Christian Maxwell studied abnormal psychology in college but chose instead to
focus on a career in writing. His background comes in handy when he thinks of
writing about a serial killer. He can’t think of anyone more qualified to
write the story of Gabriel Lee Church, and do so in the murderer’s own
words. It’s been done before, but never with a killer who has yet to be
captured or convicted.

There was never anything more than a gentleman’s understanding between the
two men that Christian would record Gabriel’s life story. The killer did
ask for his complicity in any crimes, nor did he ever ask for his silence.
Christian’s interest in the man, though, is fast becoming something more
than academic. When the writer and his subject become unexpected friends and
then lovers, the question remains: What is Gabriel’s endgame . . . and why
does he want his story told?

“TELL ME YOUR STORY,” Christian Maxwell began, wetting his lips and
leaning in apprehensively. He stared at the killer across the table and rested
his forearms on the notepad before him, watching how those pale eyes were
darting from side to side as he surveyed his surroundings. Even with his look
of nonchalant detachment, it was clear he was a man who lived his life on a
razor’s edge and nothing escaped his observations.

Gabriel Church looked back at the writer. His eyes implored, practically
begging for good and gory details. The man squinted a bit in excitement for
that which was to follow, glassy eyed in anticipation. His expression was
wanting. Gabe had seen that look many times before.

Gabe was reminded of that old saying “Better the devil you know.” Although
he barely knew this guy, he might as well be making money off his story as
anyone else. Just like the first time he thought of telling his story, the
memories came through as something indifferent and emotionless, more
after-thought than close consideration.

“Ever been out to the Florida Keys?” Gabe asked. When he only received a
nod from Maxwell to his question, he continued absently, “For me it was like
driving to the Keys, a few miles over the speed limit on that old Highway
1—you know, the one they called Highway out to Sea . . . under fleecy clouds
with the fresh coastal winds slapping you in your face, under a vast, unending
blue on blue . . . it is rather freeing.” His hands wrapped around the old
dusty cover of the book he was holding, more as an effect than something to

Christian listened to him speaking with that far-away gaze in his eyes He
pretended to jot notes down but concentrated more on that distant expression
on Church’s face. Christian let the words take him to Florida, where he
imagined the wind slapping his hair, the sun beating down as he rode in the
passenger seat of Church’s mental trip along Highway 1. It was going to be a
good book when he finished it.

He didn’t want to interrupt the narrator but he couldn’t resist. “But it
didn’t begin in Florida did it? I just presumed it happened elsewhere.”

The killer’s posture changed as he replied. He sat up straight in the chair,
his eyes narrowed. “If you think you know where it started then why are we
sitting around hashing old news?” The killer’s voice was cold. Dampness
built under Christian’s armpits.

“Because no one has ever asked you for your side of it, usually a serial
murderer doesn’t get a chance to explain why he kills. But I”—pointing
to his own chest—“I want to give you that opportunity.”

“Mighty big of you.” Gabe leaned back in his chair and smiled a grin that
could cut through glass, his mocking words and expressive eyes said it all:
this might just prove to be an interesting way to spend his free time. He
rubbed his rough forefinger across the lip of the wine glass as a carnal
abstraction as he watched Maxwell jot his notes, even though they hadn’t
even begun his tale. “Shouldn’t you wait till I start to speak before you
scribble down all those pretty words?”


I knew going in that this book was going to be a bumpy, dark, sinister, and sexy ride. And that it was. It's not your typical fairytale. It's more like Dexter in a sense. We have a serial killer who wants his story told (Gabriel) and we have a writer who desperately wants to do that (Christian)What happens when these two meet changes the game for them both. Can you trust a serial killer that has no remorse? That bathes in manipulation? I am not going to tell you if Christian trusts, believes, or falls for any of it but I will tell you it's a drug for those who crave a dark twist in their daily reads. It's hot between these two. It's also suspenseful and nerve wracking. Venture outside your comfort zone for this book.


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  1. Can't say any of the real life serial killers ever captured my imagination, although I did go through a period where I enjoyed and read quite a few true-crime books. I have to say this blurb and your review intrigue me though. I'm very curious about this book and wouldn't be at all surprised if I find myself reading this in the not too distant future :)

  2. I enjoyed it though like Helena don't usually read novels about serial killers. I do recommend this one. It is very clever and very gripping.

  3. I like a dark tale. This one is definitely going on my list!

  4. i have never been crazy about a serial killer