A writer to check out...

A writer to check out is none other than my husband, Christopher Tran. His first novel, Tiffany's Twisted, is published by Wild Child Publishing. It is a light horror/thriller. Here is a review and an excerpt:

"a darkly twisted novel of love and passion...incredible twists and turns this story takes... I cannot believe this is Christopher Tran's first novel."
5 Pixies by Amanda Haffery, Dark Angel Reviews

Excerpt:

The doctor led us through double doors, and we walked along a busy hallway.Thoughts of losing my mother jostled for precedence with those of now losing myfather. A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed in an attempt to banish it.
The doctor pointed us to a room and said, “He’s in there. I’ll leave you guysalone.” He quickly left, the tails of his white coat flapping behind him.
My father was in pain. Every inhalation seemed like it took a Herculean effort.An IV in his arm brought the reality of this surreal moment home. His heartmonitor beeped slower by the second.
“Hey, Johnny,” Nana said as we approached his bed. “How are you?”
“I feel like shit.” He tried to muster up a smile.
Nana returned the smile, her eyes glistening. “You’ll be alright, son.”It was hard to hear through all the noise the heart monitor made, andconsidering the circumstances, the rest of us stayed silent.
Dad tried to laugh, and then, “Oh, Mother, I’m a grown man. I can feel it—I’mgoing soon.”
Nana stood and watched her son giving up hope. I’d known this day wouldcome, I just didn’t think it would come today, so soon.
Stephen moved to the side of the bed and held Dad’s hand. “Dad?”
“Yeah, Stephen,” Dad whispered.
“You’ll finally see God,” Stephen said.Nana and Maggie both held back tears, biting their lower lips.
“Yeah, I’ll ask him if there are really fallen angels,” Dad said.Stephen smiled.The door opened, and a nurse came in followed by Brit and Cass. They bothsaid a few words to Nana and Maggie, showing empathy for their pain. I acknowledged both of them with a nod.
Nana asked them, “Why are you two here? It isn’t really appropriate….”
“We care and because Mikey called us,” Brit said. “Is it a problem? Shall wewait outside?”Nana sighed and looked at Dad. Dad shook his head slightly.
“No, if Johnny doesn’t mind, then I suppose—”
“Thank you.” Brit turned to my father and said half jokingly, “You’re looking good, Mr. Dougherty.”
He smiled. With relief? Maybe the joke made him feel a little better about the inevitable.“I can’t die just yet,” he said, looking at me.

Here's the link to buy, if you're interested!

Tiffany's Twisted [wcp00027] - $5.95 : Wild Child Publishing Store, A Quality eBook and Print Publisher