{"product_id":"j-r-kruze-short-story-collection-01-9781393207900","title":"J. R. Kruze Short Story Collection 01","description":"\u003cp\u003e • Author(s): J. R. Kruze\u003cbr\u003e • Publisher: Living Sensical Press\u003cbr\u003e • Publisher Imprint: Living Sensical Press\u003cbr\u003e • BISAC: Fantasy - General\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe first collecton of short stories by J. R. Kruze.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKnown for a unique take on common situations, and a dry wit, Kruze is also able to look at usual circumstances and see unusual aspects to write about. These stories will let you start wondering about the world around you. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eContemporary, fantasy, paranormal, romance and science fiction are a few of this mixed genre collection. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEnjoy seeing your world through J. R. Kruze's eyes...\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis anthology contains: \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cul\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eDeath by Advertising\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eThe Lazurai\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eThe Autists\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eStory Hunted\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eHer Eyes\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eMax Says No\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eA Nervous Butt\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eA Goddess Visits\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eA Goddess Returns\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eExcerpt from Death by Advertising: \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTess was sitting at Judy's desk, in Judy's chair. And still dressed in form-fitting black. It was Wednesday. The service had been on Tuesday, and Tess had given the office staff the day off to attend or mourn as they wished. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut for Tess, today was another workday with deadlines. Of course, anyone else could take the day off. Tess knew she had to be there. Just to answer client questions. Because she knew they would ask. And they knew she would be there. And would get constant calls at home if she wasn't. Madison Avenue isn't known to be one ounce more polite than they needed to be. Another sigh for the old times. Politer, more considerate times. Flyover country courtesies discarded in frantic-paced bicoastal cities.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTess had pulled the keyboard across the ad-covered blotter to answer a certain client's question. The one that Judy would have answered. While most ads were on the server, Judy often got big clients emailing her specific details. In this case, the email had gone unanswered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA knock on the frame of the open door to Judy's office startled her. The aluminum frame rattled the Plexiglas, a holdover com the earlier occupants. Judy and Tess had the only two \"real\" offices there, the rest of the staff worked in the open floor in desks lined up like the old news agencies. Back in times when news was \"real\".\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA tall man stood there, in a rumpled light gray trench coat, opened in front. Hanging off his broad shoulders straightened a few of the creases. \"I'm Detective Johnson with the NYPD. I'm sorry for your loss and hate to intrude. There are some questions I need to ask.\" The typical fast clip and run-together sentences from living in a city that never slept.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Come in Detective.\" Tess rose to shake his hand, and motioned to a chair that wasn't covered in either print samples, design layouts, or bouquets from well-wishers. \"Sorry about the mess, we haven't had time to tidy up since the funeral.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I completely understand. Again, I'm sorry for your loss. Unfortunately, her death raised some questions. And those brought me here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTess sat. Like punctuation. So did the detective. While she sat in a high-backed, ergonomic, swiveling, rolling, modern chair, Johnson sank down into a tufted, red-leather period piece.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDetective Johnson felt uneasy at this, since the deep cushion and padded arms kept him from writing on his notepad. So he scooted forward to sit on the seat edge. In this way, he was able to use some of the clear space of the large faux-teak desk to write on, however precarious.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"The first question was - why did you sent the death certificate to the Coroner's office?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTess jaw dropped. \"I never...\" And silence ruled for a minute\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e....\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Atlantic Books","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":46483761135767,"sku":"9781393207900","price":1138.0,"currency_code":"INR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0666\/3471\/1191\/files\/9781393207900.jpg?v=1766320705","url":"https:\/\/atlanticbooks.com\/products\/j-r-kruze-short-story-collection-01-9781393207900","provider":"Atlantic Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}