SOULS ON THE WIND

This thriller with a dusting of science fiction features a devoted couple determined to do the right thing in the face of a greedy, shadowy enemy out to destroy them.  One advance reviewer writes:

A compelling combination of genres - thriller, sci-fi and mystery - wrapped in a package spiced with tasty doses of American and European history - and possibly even reincarnation. Believable characters and authentic settings enliven this hard-hitting novel that page after page dares you to put it down.

All content Copyright © 2010 Roger Conlee

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THE HINDENBURG LETTER

An impetuous reporter for William Randolph Hearst risks his very life to steal into Nazi Germany during World War II on a desperate mission of family revenge.

He has dealings with Walt Disney, his boss William Randolph Hearst, and the composer Sergei Prokofiev. In Germany, he encounters Wernher von Braun, Hermann Goering, and a beautiful spy he can trust - he hopes. And two of the most staggering surprises of his life.

EXCERPTS FROM The Hindenburg Letter:

The president wheeled his chair from behind a big, cluttered desk and pushed himself forward to greet him, a gesture Jake found touching. The conveyance was more like a kitchen chair on wheels than a hospital wheelchair.

"Good to see you, Mr. Weaver," the president boomed in his hearty radio voice, extending a hand. Dark circles underscored the eyes on his famous face. The graying hair was thin, the eyebrows an untrimmed hedge. He wore a white shirt and a bow tie with blue polka dots.

"And you, sir," Jake said, taking the hand. Above slack, wasted legs, FDR's upper body looked strong and the handshake was a bone-crusher.

The Earth had orbited the sun for five billion years, but now for Jake it had stopped dead. He was in hell. He’d often thought he might go to hell for some of the things he’d done in his life but the truth was, he was already there.

All content Copyright © 2008 Roger Conlee

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COUNTERCLOCKWISE

Roger's second novel, the recently-published Counterclockwise, won the prestigious Fantasy/Science Fiction Award in the 13th annual San Diego Book Awards.

A genre-busting book-within-a-book, Counterclockwise combines elements of alternative history, science fiction and thriller, and features a cop, a spy, a glamorous movie star and a dogged reporter.

EXCERPTS FROM Counterclockwise

Cass said, "Cheers," took a sip and went on. "There's still so much we don't know. The limits of our understanding will look pretty feeble a hundred years from now. Imagine Lincoln or Napoleon trying to make sense of computers or spy satellites. 'What's your PIN number, Abe?' Blow their minds."

"You're saying nothing's impossible? That we'll discover how to move around in time?"

Cass shrugged.

"And maybe in some dimension parallel to this one, the Japanese pulled a Pearl Harbor on L.A.?"

"Yes," Tom insisted. "Don't stop now. 1924."

"All right then. That coronal mass ejection shot forth a huge solar wind, such a surge of electromagnetic energy that it buckled the Earth's magnetic field for a moment, long enough to split our space-time continuum. A second time track began."

Tom pursed his lips.

All content Copyright © 2006 Roger Conlee

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Every Shape, Every Shadow

This accurate but fictionalized account of the Guadalcanal campaign is seen through the eyes of the Marines' commanding general, his enemy counterpart, a tormented Navy nurse, and a Japanese dive-bomber pilot. But mainly it's the story of a bright, lonesome young Marine from the American Midwest.

EXCERPTS from EVERY SHAPE, EVERY SHADOW

Night came on fast. Unlike northern Illinois, there was no lingering twilight here, close to the equator. Moods changed as darkness fell. Kenny saw their skipper, Lieutenant Gates, huddle with Sergeant Plunkett and the platoon's other noncoms. Sentry assignments were made, passwords and countersigns arranged, and the men turned in.

Nightshade brought no relief from the heat and mugginess, but in darkness the jungle took on a new aura. The trees had secrets. Sounds and shadows were full of menace. Kenny imagined danger lurking everywhere. He'd been right as a small boy after all. Goblins do inhabit the night.

"You scared?" Plunkett asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good. Me too."

All content Copyright © 2004 Roger Conlee

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