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Wealthy industrialist Thomas Jordan had acquired a vengeful enemy. That enemy entered Jordan's bedroom one night as he slept. Come morning, Thomas Jordan did not wake up. His heart had imploded that night. It was Thomas Jordan's own generosity that killed him. Researcher Raymond Carleton had developed his dream therapy computer system with a Jordan foundation grant. Raymond's machine had not impressed Thomas Jordan or his board enough to keep the grant money flowing, but they hadn't known the half of it. Raymond's machine could do a hell of a lot more than count sheep. Accent on Hell. His ingenious device inserted Raymond himself inside any dream, live, and with the power to frighten the dreamer to death. Old man Jordan's death opened the way for Raymond's only real hope, the old man's brilliant daughter, Madelaine. Raymond was confident that eccentric Madelaine was contrary enough to be his ally, to reverse her father's foolhardy decision. Raymond was positive he had Madelaine analyzed... Right up until the last second when she underestimated him and put him on the street. Raymond tended to overreact to disappointment. Of all of them, Madelaine should have understood his genius. Fine. He had the means to help her realize her mistake... Right up until her last second. But underestimating works both ways. So did Raymond's machine. Raymond did not expect Madelaine to be waiting for him. Inside her head.
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Born in 1950, John Nicholas Datesh lived in and around Pittsburgh until 2009. At Brown University, he took writing courses as a justification for doing just that. At Boston University Law School, he learned to insert phrases like It Depends and Hereinafter.
In 2009, he moved cats Lila and Lucy Liu to a condo near the east shore of Florida’s Naples Bay, leaving behind a Pittsburgh career in law, product development and business in favor of fiction, happy hours and beach chairs, presumably in that order.
He began writing fiction with a pencil, publishing on paper and ink, novels: SF/Mystery The Nightmare Machine; Soft-boiled Detective The Janus Murder; and International Suspense The Moscow Tape.
Published in Naples are short stories The Pro Station (WWII), The Final Equation (SF) and Reruns ad Infinitum (SF/Fantasy). He concocted a satiric blog at EmptyGlassFull, a collection of which is grandly entitled The Very First Blog Posts of All Time. The author's harrowing, wry Christmas short, You Could Call It a Christmas Story was first published as a post.
2013’s epic The Girl in the Coyote Coat burst out of its original Mystery genre and page count. No one would call it a Romance, either. With its real estate and finance backdrop, the novel exposes how love, sex, money, scams, drugs, house-breaking and -shopping and fur coats can affect the lives of intriguing characters and even kill a few.
The Girl in the Coyote Coat was rebranded in 2016 as A Need Apart, with identical content and a sedate, more Literary cover, featuring the same model and coyote, to reposition the novel as decidedly literary.
November 2016’s The Body in the Bog is the first Sunset Noir mystery novel of the planned Death by Condo series, starring prematurely retired lawyer Ian Decker.
His 2009 screenplay-turned 2016 novel The Last Three Minutes is a partly true ghost story, written partly on the beach and entirely on Naples East Bay, although it is set in Pittsburgh where its central true incident occurred.
All current covers adorning the author’s works were designed by the author. The novels are available as ebooks and trade paperbacks, with those covers. The other works, and their covers, are available as ebooks.
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