Author: JD Seamus
Title: Last Call
Publisher: Capital Press
He’s hardly a saint, but Jimmie Collins believes in putting family first. Since his
“legitimate income” barely makes ends meet, he supplements it by fencing things that fall off the back of trucks. He’s amassed a small fortune, and with the help of his Mafia connections, nets a huge score and buys the bar he has always dreamed of owning in midtown Manhattan.
One part hard-hitting crime, one part mystery, with a splash of action, adventure, and humor, Last Call is resplendent with colorful characters and spiced with tension. Not for the faint of heart, Last Call is a spirited novel that raises the bar on modern crime fiction.
Last Call was voted 2008 Best Regional Fiction by Reader Views Annual Literary Awards and is a ForeWord Magazine 2008 Best Book finalist. Recently, Last Call was named a finalist in the 2009 Next Generation Indie Book Awards in the categories of General Fiction, Regional Fiction, Best Cover Design and Best Overall Design.
Jimmie poured the coffee carefully, and then put the pot on the tray with the cups. He looked around the large kitchen making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. He picked up the tray, took two steps toward the door and stopped. “Forgot the friggin’ sweetener.” He put the tray down and searched the kitchen for the bowl of packaged sweetener. He couldn’t find it and settled for the box. He carefully placed it on the tray next to the rose in a vase. He’d picked up the rose from a florist last night.
He shrugged. The box didn’t help his presentation. Frowning, he said, “It’ll have to do. What the hell? I ain’t Martha Stewart.” He took a final look around the kitchen. He knew something was still missing.
“Fuckin’ spoon,” he said, grabbing one out of the drawer. It was a soup spoon, not a teaspoon, but he was just going to stir with it.
Jimmie was first generation Irish with the standard ruddy complexion. At fifty-four, Jimmie still had great hair; thick, white and combed straight back in one of those ‘I don’t have to do much to it’ styles. He worked out regularly and always had a tan, at least a tan for an Irishman. A machine job for the most part but it looked real.
Now, his arms fully loaded, he walked carefully from the kitchen and up the stairs of his townhouse, heading toward the bedroom. He narrowly missed the chair trolley he’d recently installed on the stairs for his wife. His close call caused him to spill a little of the coffee in the tray.
“Damn it,” he said out loud. He went back to the kitchen to get something to wipe the coffee.
Mopping it up with a drying towel, he threw the towel back on the counter.
The second time up he was careful and made it to the bedroom without further incident. He pushed the door open with his foot and entered the room, saying, “Happy Anniversary, Betty.”
Novelist JD Seamus has lived and worked among some of the most amazing characters ever to have walked the Earth. After decades of working in the world of retail finance, e-commerce, and venture capital, Seamus began writing a series of novels based in Manhattan. With a keen eye for detail, Seamus takes to heart the old adage to “write what you know.” Borrowing from real life experience, Seamus delivers highly entertaining tales full of sparkling wit and dark humor. Whether pondering life’s most absurd or most wonderful moments, or showcasing a character’s foibles or triumphs, JD Seamus is dynamic new voice in the world of fiction. Seamus may make you blush, he may make you cry, but he will certainly leave you entertained. Today, Seamus is happily at work on his sixth book in South Florida and dividing his time between his family and Braves and Jaguar games. You can visit his website at www.jdseamusbooks.com.