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The Watcher
     

The Watcher

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by John Brinling
 

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Janet Stapleton – widowed, confined to a wheelchair, living in a remote Connecticut farmhouse - didn’t believe in out-of-body experiences until she had one and witnessed a brutal murder. The second and third ones were no less horrific. Her investigation into why she was chosen to see these murders soon has the demonic killer pursuing her.

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Janet Stapleton – widowed, confined to a wheelchair, living in a remote Connecticut farmhouse - didn’t believe in out-of-body experiences until she had one and witnessed a brutal murder. The second and third ones were no less horrific. Her investigation into why she was chosen to see these murders soon has the demonic killer pursuing her.

Product Details

BN ID:
2940011110078
Publisher:
John Brinling
Publication date:
09/21/2010
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
1 MB

Meet the Author

Author Bio: John Brinling


I was born in Pittsburgh, Pa. on June 8, 1936. I grew up in Pittsburgh and didn’t leave home until I was 21 and heading off to graduate school at the University of Illinois in Chicago. I’ve attended multiple universities: Duquesne, U. of Illinois, U. of Pittsburgh, Columbia. And I have a B.S. in Pharmacy and an M.S. in Pharmacology. I was married in 1975 and have one daughter.


I have been writing all of my life. I wrote my first novel when I was sixteen. “Black Dawn.” It dealt with segregation and the KKK. Whatever happened to it I don’t know.


Since then, earning a living has preempted long periods of my life when I wrote very little. My wife and I are both in data processing (IT nowadays) and we usually work long hours when we are on a contract, which meant I spent little time writing fiction when gainfully employed. The birth of my daughter offered me another excuse for not writing, but that’s what it was: an excuse. Writing is hard. But it’s in my DNA and I keep returning to it, despite some part of me that prefers the lazy life. However, not writing is unthinkable, and I am constantly exploring ideas even when I’m not committing them to paper.


I lived and worked in Europe for seven years. I met my wife In Italy where we both worked for the same company, and were married in 1975. The contract we were working on ended that year and we took two years off to live in England, in a 300 year old farmhouse in Wiltshire. It was in that farmhouse that I wrote “The Ghost Of A Flea,” as well as another book titled “Quarantine,” which is a science fiction thriller.


“The Ghost” has a strong autobiographical component. I was a programmer/analyst. The office ambience in the novel is similar to life in my New York office, although the intrigues were of an entirely different nature. I had a good friend who lived in Sparta. I lived for a time near the George Washington Bridge. The building manager was an Irishman, who became a good friend, and an integral character in the book.


“Quarantine” is set in East Africa, where my wife and I vacationed, and I drew liberally on what we read, saw, and experienced.


I had an agent back then who marketed both books, and came very close to selling them to both Doubleday and St. Martins. Unfortunately he died before completing the sale and I put the books on a shelf and forgot about them for 35 years. Only this year did I resurrect them and publish them on Amazon’s Kindle and Smashwords.


In 1977, my wife and I returned to the states and founded our IT consulting firm, Brinling Associates. For the next fifteen years we worked hard building our business. I wrote one novel during that time, a book titled “Alone,” which dealt with a man in an irreversible coma who is aware of what is happening around him, but is unable to communicate with the real world. I thought the book was lost, but have just recently found a hardcopy of the book and have begun reworking it..


In 1990, during a down period in our business activities, I wrote several other novels which I am attempting to bring out of retirement. These novels were also put on the shelf when circumstances re-ignited our business opportunities. One book – “The Watcher,” an occult horror thriller – is already self-published. The other is a much larger work, a rural mystery series tentatively titled “The Valley Mysteries” set in Vermont, that I’m still working on.


As you can see, writing books is one thing, marketing quite another. I am perhaps the world’s worst marketer, which helps explain why my writings have spent most of their lives on a shelf in my home in Vermont staring out at me asking “Why am I here?”


For the past few years I have been writing screenplays, which are more bite-sized writing efforts. I have done fairly well in some contests, but am still waiting to be discovered. The small royalty checks I earned from Amazon this year are the only money I’ve ever earned from my fiction writing.


My writing is pure escapism. When I sit down to write, I embark on an adventure. I let things happen and I let the characters be who they are. Since I strongly avoid outlines, I am as surprised by events as I hope the reader is. Pulling together loose ends is a subject for revision, which I do endlessly. This undoubtedly makes for more work and takes me longer to “finish” something, but it seems to be the best, the only, way for me. It is the candy bar just out of reach that keeps me at the keyboard.


My background illustrates my chaotic approach to life. I have been at different stages a pharmacist, a pharmacologist, a tech writer, a programmer/analyst, a business consultant, a business owner, a teacher, a novelist and a screenwriter. At one time I thought it perfectly acceptable, if not desirable, to change jobs/professions every year or so. I didn’t worry about the future, assuming I would always find a way to muddle through.


I’m still muddling through.


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The Watcher 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Deb64 More than 1 year ago
The horror was starting again....You know when a book starts with that sentence you are in for a spine-tingling thrill ride! "The Watcher" did not disappoint, it was that plus much more! From the first page to the last page, you are treated to alot of pulse pounding chills and thrills with a little romance thrown into the mix. Once I started reading, I didn't want to stop. If you enjoy murder mysteries,serial killers, paranormal, and story-lines where the anticipation keeps building with each turn of the page, then you will love "The Watcher"!
MRShemery More than 1 year ago
This is the second ebook I've read written by John Brinling and, I must say, I am not disappointed. This is a murder-mystery/whodunit/paranormal experiences all wrapped up in one. Once I began this book, I was quickly intrigued and did not want to stop. I will say that the reader pretty much knew who was committing the murders early on into the story, but that did not take away from the story! All it did, for me, was to make one wonder how everything was going to work out so the evil person/people would be found out. Would good triumph over evil? Would Janet have a happy ending? These questions and more kept me aptly reading until the end. If you enjoy a murder mystery with a slightly different twist to it, then trust me when I say that you will enjoy reading The Watcher.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Janet Stapleton didn't believe in out-of-body experiences until she had one and witnessed a brutal murder. The second and third ones were no less horrific. Her investigation into why she was chosen to see these murders and the hooded figure doing the killings soon has the demonic killer pursuing her and her friends. Janet lives in a tranquil little town in Connecticut, and her involvement in the killings quickly leads to the police in the person of Eric Siuda to investigate her role in the slayings. Her claim to seeing these crimes in the manner she does brings her under suspicion, even though she is confined to a wheelchair. The killer - an amalgam of three individuals, a dying father and his two sons - is unique in the annals of crime, and his inhuman power defies the best forensic techniques. A brief excerpt follows: The horror was starting again.... Just like last Tuesday and the Tuesday before that. An unnatural quiet outside the hundred year old Connecticut farmhouse. A sullen, all too familiar, resonance of previous encounters. Janet Stapleton gripped the arms of her wheelchair tightly, her belly detecting its coming before her other senses, a low-grade fear more akin to disquiet than outright terror. A shimmer of tears came to her bright hazel-blue eyes. She only came when he killed. She arrived without warning and hovered over the death scene like some avenging angel, yet never ventured in close enough for him to see her clearly, get a feel for who she was or what she was doing there. She posed a serious threat and had to be disposed of. His work needed to be done in secret and no meddling voyeur could be allowed to interfere. But how could he find her? She only arrived during the last few seconds of the sacrificial act, and didn't linger long. Thought, tonight, for a brief moment, she'd actually thought to follow him home. Then, abruptly, pulled back, afraid, knowing it meant certain death. He grinned. Not to worry. It was only a matter of time until he identified her, until she felt the cold steel of his switchblade, and joined the others in hell! Of that he was sure. There was no way he could fail. Not with his father's unnatural guidance. This book will give you chills and probably keep you up at night. Enjoy.