Welcome to the Blog + Review Tour for Heart of Stone by David James Warren, hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!
ABOUT THE BOOK
The continuing adventures of Rembrandt Stone from the creative minds of James L. Rubart, Susan May Warren, and newcomer David Curtis Warren, writing collectively as David James Warren.
Title: Heart of Stone
Series: The True Lies of Rembrandt Stone #6
Author: David James Warren
Publisher: TriStone Media
Release Date: November 23, 2021
Genre: Time Travel Detective Series
Rembrandt Stone has nothing left to lose…or does he?
Detective Rembrandt Stone doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror. Doesn’t recognize the world he’s returned to. Doesn’t even know his own name. But he knows one thing…living in this world is impossible.
Good thing he has an ally—an unexpected friend from the past. And together, they just might be able to unravel the entire mess. But first…Rembrandt will have to return to the past one final time and intercept himself before he makes a lethal mistake.
Time has outwitted him. It’s time for him to outwit time. Can he reconstruct a past he just destroyed or is there nothing left of his world to save?
The explosive ending to the True Lies of Rembrandt Stone!
They say that without hope, people perish.
I say hope crushes the soul.
That’s why I look away when Frankie Dale’s beautiful gray eyes fall on me as I
walk into Alexander Malakov’s third-story office.
The pulse of some electro-dance beat pumps in from the nightclub below, the odor
of bodies and a hint of reefer saucing the air. Turbo is on fire tonight, the line to get
into the club a half-block long despite the sultry July-heated night.
Alexander leans against the front of his desk, his arms folded over his gray silk
Brioni dress shirt, his cuffs rolled up—as if he’d actually do any of the bare knuckle
work it takes to keep his multi-million dollar organized crime empire running.
That’s why Vita, Alexander’s “XO,” the guy who delivers his orders, called me.
Vita is shorter than me, lean, blond and about my age, his face heavy with lines and a
scar that runs from his eye to his chin.
We’re work friends.
“Staz,” he says in greeting and I nod at him and walk over to Alexander. The
female—she can’t be Frankie, not right now—sits on the sofa. I can’t tell if she’s been
roughed up, but I don’t look at her, just in case.
“Thanks for coming,” Alexander says from his perch on the desk.
“Of course, boss.” I’ve played the undercover game for years, so this can’t be any
different. Booker briefed me earlier—wait for that, I’ll catch you up—and apparently,
I’ve been at this game for years, so sliding into my persona as Staz, Malakov’s right
hand thug is an old shoe.
According to my sketchy research, Alexander Malakov runs the biggest Russian
gang in Minneapolis, filling the void after Burke and I took down Somali warlord
Hassan Abdilhali some twenty years ago. According to Booker, Malakov’s also
recently declared war on the police department, hoping to carve out his own Little
Moscow in the North Loop.
I remember this part from past versions of my life—my 1994 Porsche 911 having
recently been a victim of this war.
And I know you’re wondering—past versions?
Again, wait for it. It’s worth it, I promise.
Alexander is vaping, and now sets down his cigarette. My guess is that it’s filled
with high end snow because he’s edgy and ticking with energy. I walk over and put a
hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
“How did she get in here?” He directs the question to Vita, and I look at him,
expecting an answer, too.
“I don’t know. We found her in here rummaging around. Say’s she was lost, but I
don’t buy it.” Vita says.
Now I look at Frankie.
The sight of her makes me pinch the corners of my mouth and take a breath. Her
lip is bleeding, although that could be from a struggle. Frankie has it in her to cause
trouble, thanks to her parentage.
I know for a fact that Booker doesn’t know what she’s up to. But then again, she’s
in her mid-twenties and can make her own decisions.
If she were my daughter, I’d put a tracker on her.
Okay, not really, but the thought catches me, and I inhale sharply.
I had a daughter. Once upon a happier time. With blonde hair and blue eyes and
the kind of laughter that made me believe in things like hope, and faith, and love.
For the last month, I’ve tried to believe—to hope—that I could find her, save her,
bring her home. I haven’t succeeded.
Remember what I said about hope?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
James L. Rubart is 28 years old, but lives trapped inside an older man’s body. He’s the best-selling, Christy Hall of Fame author of ten novels and loves to send readers on mind-bending journeys they’ll remember months after they finish one of his stories. He’s dad to the two most outstanding sons on the planet and lives with his amazing wife on a small lake in eastern Washington. More at http://jameslrubart.com/
Susan May Warren is the USA Today bestselling, Christy and RITA award–winning author of more than eighty novels whose compelling plots and unforgettable characters have won acclaim with readers and reviewers alike. The mother of four grown children, and married to her real-life hero for over 30 years, she loves traveling and telling stories about life, adventure, and faith.
For exciting updates on her new releases, previous books, and more, visit her website at www.susanmaywarren.com.
David Curtis Warren is making his literary debut in these novels, and he’s never been more excited. He looks forward to creating more riveting stories with Susie and Jim, as well as on his own. He’s grateful for his co-writers, family, and faith, buoying him during the pandemic of 2020, and this writing and publishing process.
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