E.E. Borton
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I introduced myself to the world on September 7th, 1969, in Norfolk, Virginia. You could say I made a huge impression on my first day weighing in at over 10 pounds. I believe only a mother could appreciate the significance of that number. To this day, I still apologize to mine. In my defense, I had things to do and couldn’t wait around to grow like other babies with more polite birth weights.
I grew up in a Navy family and moved countless times throughout my childhood. I learned to make friends quickly at an early age, but the flip side is they were gone just as fast. There were many times I’d walk up to a buddy’s front door in military housing only to find they moved the week before. A week later, I’d be visiting the same door with a new buddy behind it. A year later, my buddy was probably standing at mine while I was halfway to my dad’s next duty station. And that’s how it went until I attended high school in Georgia. I followed in my father’s footsteps and joined the Navy after school. I was in naval intelligence and spent most of my tour with the aircraft carrier U.S.S. John F. Kennedy. Oh, the stories popping into my head. Many of which you will never, ever hear from me for both legal and moral reasons. As young men sowing our oats, the U.S. government thought it was a good idea to send us to exotic countries where we didn’t speak most of the languages and knew fewer of their laws. The travel was phenomenal (Phenomenal!) The experiences abroad were equally fantastic. We’d bike over breathtaking coastal roads along the French Riviera one week, crawl through the pyramids at Giza the next, and then finish the month having lunch by an ornate fountain in Rome. Did I mention the travel was phenomenal? After I finished my first tour with the Navy, I took a midnight train back to Georgia. I had several odd jobs including bounty hunting and working at a college bar. (Both of those selections making it difficult to regain my security clearance when I decided to return to the Navy after 9/11.) But the career sparks didn’t fly until a helicopter did while I was employed by a downtown Atlanta hospital. I simply knew I wanted to be a part of whatever it was they were doing. 15 years into that career, I’ve decided to add the title of novelist to my business card. |
I finished my first novel in February of 2010. It was huge at well over 400 pages. It’s also when I learned the first difficult lesson of my writing career. Sometimes you just have to put a manuscript in a drawer and start over. I believe it’s what separates the novice from the professional. A novel isn’t your baby, it’s a product. And if you try and release a substandard product, the market will respond quickly, completely, and without mercy.
Two weeks after I closed the drawer – and the excruciating pain of staring at another blank screen subsided – I started my next book “Abomination.” It’s simply a better product and something of which I’m proud to attach my name.
This is just the beginning of my writing life. It’s not what I do, it’s who I am. E.E.Borton
Two weeks after I closed the drawer – and the excruciating pain of staring at another blank screen subsided – I started my next book “Abomination.” It’s simply a better product and something of which I’m proud to attach my name.
This is just the beginning of my writing life. It’s not what I do, it’s who I am. E.E.Borton
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Post-Apocalyptic Thriller
The apocalypse came as a whisper. Mother Nature had been sending signs for three years, but most didn't pay attention until she pulled the plug on everything. Nobody will forget where they were and what they were doing at 8:13 on that morning. They're all still waiting for 8:14. Well, at least the ones that have made it so far. He was stuck in Atlanta traffic, making his way to work, when the world fell silent. His car, his radio, his phone, his watch, anything that needed a spark, a battery, or an outlet died. The silence didn't last long and neither did she. He didn't know if the yellow sundress was the first to die, but he does know that she wasn't the last. Not even close. As aircraft fell out of the sky, panicked drivers lost control in the fast lane, and pace makers stopped keeping their rhythms, he got out of his car and popped the trunk. Most didn't pay attention, but he did. And he knew what was coming. Three years earlier during the first city-wide blackout in Atlanta, he lost his Samantha to cowards who were never caught. Those looking to take advantage didn't hesitate, wreaking havoc at every opportunity. It took less than an hour after the event for society to start its disintegration. He made a promise to himself never to feel that helpless again. He wasn't a soldier or a cop, but he was one of the few that did have a plan. Get out of the city, get away from people, and don't hesitate. May God have mercy on their souls, because he won't. |
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Suffer
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Crime Thriller
http://www.amazon.com/Suffer-E-E-Borton-ebook/dp/B0064NK962/ref=tmm_kin_title_popover http://www.amazon.com/Suffer-E-E-Borton/dp/0989297918/ref=tmm_hrd_title_0 http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/suffer-e-e-borton/1112901648?ean=9780989297912 Kate Freeman opened the front door of her vacation villa to see a Florida State Trooper standing on the porch. A few moments later, 50,000 paralyzing volts shot through her body. Her world went dark after her head impacted the tile floor. She woke unable to move. Sitting only a few feet away bound to a chair, her six-year-old son sat quietly staring at her. It was just the beginning of their hellish nightmare. 150 miles away, Kate’s husband Paul was on his annual scuba trip in the Bahamas. Early the next morning, he pulled away from the dock and headed back to the villa on Sugar Loaf Key to be reunited with his family. He would be the first to find them – exactly as the killer planned. “Suffer” is a crime thriller that shows what ordinary people are capable of doing when faced with unimaginable evil. Decisions have to be made that take them deeper into the darkness of a sociopath’s world. It’s a place they have to travel in order to hunt him down and make the punishment fit the crime. Few expected her to survive. Nobody expected her to fight.
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Abomination
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Military Thriller / Science Fiction
They were built as unstoppable warriors. They became unstoppable monsters. Four decorated U.S. Marines with spotless service records are wanted for the brutal rapes and murders of over a dozen women within four months. Their hunting grounds stretch from New York to Georgia. When Ryan Pearson and his team of FBI agents close in on the first killer, the cornered Marine nearly defeats three heavily armed assault teams with nothing but unbridled violence and grossly deformed hands. After the bloody encounter that left another woman and two agents dead, Ryan begins to question the directives of the military liaison and his own boss, the Deputy Director of the Bureau. The answer he discovers during his unsanctioned investigation blurs the normally focused line between victim and criminal. Ryan enlists the help of a civilian scientist that can link the sociopathic behavior of the four fugitive Marines to a biomedical research facility where they were stationed prior to the murders. When the scientist Ryan befriends is attacked in a military style ambush, he forces himself to remember every detail of the violence. He wants to remember so he knows exactly what to give back to the ones responsible.
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