Several years ago, my wife and I went to the Connemara region of Ireland for a Scottish-Irish wedding. We decided to make a vacation out of our spare time. Armed with a list of things to do when the weather was nice and another list of what we could do when it rained, we made good use of our time.
On one of the rainy days, we went to a family-owned candle-making shop. Originally, it was a hobby for the creator, but after his place of employment closed, he turned his hobby into a full-time business. He gave demonstrations to his visitors, taking us step-by-step through his process. Looked easy!
A year or so later, I decided to give it a try. I bought several books on candle-making, and set out to acquire the requisite materials. After plenty of trial and error, I finally got the hang of it, and eventually began selling my candles at craft fairs, and still do to this day (at least before the coronavirus shut everything down).
One of the most difficult candles I made was four-inch by four-inch and twelve inches tall. It was made in a metal mold. Not too complicated, right? Except, I like to experiment with scents and colors. Of course, with a metal mold, you can’t see what’s happening until the candle is removed. I decided to have six layers, each with a different color and scent. The tricky bit was timing when to create the next layer: too soon, and the new wax would run down the sides of the layer below. Too late, and the new layer could be slightly wider than the one below as the wax cooled.
I was absolutely delighted when a couple of days later, I removed the candle from its mold. Near perfect! I couldn’t wait to put it on the craft table. Compared to my other candles, I did ask a lot for it--$30.00. Eventually, the right person came along, saw the candle towering over some of my other creations, and paid the asking price.
I rarely make standard round pillar candles for a couple of reasons. One, it’s hard to compete with the mass-produced ones, and two, it’s boring.
My most recent creations were a series of Christmas candles: Xmas trees, pillars with holly branches and berries, angels, snowmen, and of course, Santa Claus. Not to be discriminatory, I also made a Mr. and Mrs. Claus. With the exception of the Xmas trees (spruce or Xmas scent) the others were all vanilla-scented. Every candle was hand painted and then covered with a special varnish for wax to protect the colors and give the candles a shine.
I thought they would sell because they looked so good. Wrong! Too many people said it would be a shame to burn them. Eventually, I began selling them as Christmas decorations for mantles and tabletops. This was the right marketing touch as they began to sell!
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On one of the rainy days, we went to a family-owned candle-making shop. Originally, it was a hobby for the creator, but after his place of employment closed, he turned his hobby into a full-time business. He gave demonstrations to his visitors, taking us step-by-step through his process. Looked easy!
A year or so later, I decided to give it a try. I bought several books on candle-making, and set out to acquire the requisite materials. After plenty of trial and error, I finally got the hang of it, and eventually began selling my candles at craft fairs, and still do to this day (at least before the coronavirus shut everything down).
One of the most difficult candles I made was four-inch by four-inch and twelve inches tall. It was made in a metal mold. Not too complicated, right? Except, I like to experiment with scents and colors. Of course, with a metal mold, you can’t see what’s happening until the candle is removed. I decided to have six layers, each with a different color and scent. The tricky bit was timing when to create the next layer: too soon, and the new wax would run down the sides of the layer below. Too late, and the new layer could be slightly wider than the one below as the wax cooled.
I was absolutely delighted when a couple of days later, I removed the candle from its mold. Near perfect! I couldn’t wait to put it on the craft table. Compared to my other candles, I did ask a lot for it--$30.00. Eventually, the right person came along, saw the candle towering over some of my other creations, and paid the asking price.
I rarely make standard round pillar candles for a couple of reasons. One, it’s hard to compete with the mass-produced ones, and two, it’s boring.
My most recent creations were a series of Christmas candles: Xmas trees, pillars with holly branches and berries, angels, snowmen, and of course, Santa Claus. Not to be discriminatory, I also made a Mr. and Mrs. Claus. With the exception of the Xmas trees (spruce or Xmas scent) the others were all vanilla-scented. Every candle was hand painted and then covered with a special varnish for wax to protect the colors and give the candles a shine.
I thought they would sell because they looked so good. Wrong! Too many people said it would be a shame to burn them. Eventually, I began selling them as Christmas decorations for mantles and tabletops. This was the right marketing touch as they began to sell!
Colombian Betrayal
A Bruce and Smith Thriller
Book One
Randall Krzak
Genre: action-adventure thriller, political thriller, suspense thriller
Publisher: Randall Krzak Books
Date of Publication: March 30, 2020 (Kindle)
A Bruce and Smith Thriller
Book One
Randall Krzak
Genre: action-adventure thriller, political thriller, suspense thriller
Publisher: Randall Krzak Books
Date of Publication: March 30, 2020 (Kindle)
ISBN: 0978944100
ISBN-13: 978-0978944100
ASIN: B0854CFJTV
Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 82,039
Cover Artist: Matt at www.darngoodcovers.com
Tagline: Colombian Betrayal exposes the death and violence behind the entangled interactions between governments, revolutionaries, terrorists, and drug lords.
Book Description:
Colombian Betrayal tears the cover off the drug trade and exposes the death, and violence behind the twisted connections between governments, revolutionaries, terrorists, and drug lords.
Watch as an unholy alliance is formed when the profits of a Columbian drug lord Olivia Moreno, begin disappearing and deadly new international competitors appear on the horizon.
Moreno, head of the Barranquilla Cartel, strikes a deal with the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC). Little does she know she is signing her own death warrant! FARC has a group wanting a foothold in South America—the Islamic State, and she is in the way.
On the run, Moreno is captured by a CIA team. She spins a tale to use her money and manpower to destroy ISIS in an effort to save herself. Laws and rules of engagement are meaningless to Moreno, her life and her family are her only concern. Will the CIA leader fall for her offer?
Will team leader AJ Bruce strike a deal to turn the tables on Islamic State? Can she stop them from launching an attack on the United States? Or will she be too late?
Is it worth trading control of Afghanistan’s poppy fields with Moreno as a reward for her cooperation? Or is Bruce playing her in an attempt to double-cross her and kill two birds with one stone?
Get your copy today, and watch this high stakes game of kill or be killed.
Excerpt
1 (688 words)
Dawn broke with
birds twittering outside Olivia’s country estate. She opened blue-green eyes
and focused on the view through the open window. Tinges of red and orange
stretched across the horizon, seeking the deep blue heavens. More songbirds
joined in, their melodious voices adding to the morning’s chorus. Nearby, a
rare Colombian screech owl hooted. Other birds shrieked, their wings beating
the air as they scattered.
Olivia yawned and
crawled out of bed. Twinges cascaded through her aching muscles caused by
overexertion in yesterday’s intense personal security training. Time for some
fresh air while it’s quiet. She slipped a purple velvet robe over her slender
athletic body and pulled on matching slippers. Padding toward the balcony, she
opened the doors and stepped outside. She gazed at the tranquil countryside and
smiled.
Craack! Craack!
Bullets
ricocheted off the stonework, missing her head by inches. She dropped to the
floor amid a hail of flying rubble and dust. Hunched like a hermit crab, Olivia
crawled inside and slammed the doors.
“Madre de Dios!”
Stomach
lurching, chest heaving, she rolled across the floor to the bedside table. Her
hands shaking, she grabbed the handle, opened the drawer, and removed her FN
Five-SeveN handgun. She fumbled for a second magazine and stuffed it into a
pocket on her robe. Keeping out of view, she crept back to the side of the
balcony and slid down the wall.
She peered
through a small opening, looking for signs of intruders.
Nothing. All
seems normal.
Pushing through
the doors, she dashed around the corner, squatted, and fired three times
without aiming. An incoming round smashed into the wall in front of her. She
leaned into the stone for cover as rough-edged shards whirled toward her face.
Startled by the fast-approaching slivers, Olivia ducked and dropped the pistol.
Blood trickled from a cut above her right eye. She sucked in her breath and
wiped it away as anger replaced fear.
“Alto.” A man of
medium height climbed over the railing from the patio. Piercing dark eyes shone
beneath a mop of black hair as he plopped into a chair at the small bistro
table, and helped himself to a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
“Diablo.” Olivia
spat the word as the man with the physique of a bodybuilder stood and helped
her into the other chair. “Ramon, one day you’ll cause my death. The training
becomes more intense every day.” She grabbed his goblet. “Salud.” She drained
the glass.
“Doña Olivia,
you hired me to provide protection. When I’m not here, you must do this for
yourself and your family. Your enemies will give you no warning, which is why
the lessons must become more realistic.”
Olivia nodded.
“Si, you are correct. I want to live a long time and enjoy my fortune—unlike my
father, brother, and first husband, who died before their time.”
Ramon Cristobal
Alvarez and Olivia Perfecta Moreno gazed at each other.
* * *
The following
morning, Olivia woke again to the hoot of the owl. She rushed to the balcony to
find the bird’s hiding place. Two shots rang out. Following her training, she
crashed to the floor and squirmed back into the bedroom.
She grunted and
laughed, thinking Ramon had upped the training. A moment later, a loud thump
resounded against the door as Ramon forced his way inside, gun drawn.
“Olivia, this
isn’t training—it’s real.”
Ramon pushed
aside a balcony door. He crawled outside, peeked between ornate pillars, and
scanned the area for would-be assassins. After completing his sweep from the
balcony, he returned inside.
“They’re gone.”
He twirled his right index finger in the air several times. “Stay here. The
guards will scour the full perimeter for those seeking to harm you, while I
check on Pedro, Alonzo, and the girls.”
Olivia nodded.
Shaking, she wrapped her arms around herself.
Ramon walked to
the door. Before he opened it—
A gunshot echoed
in the corridor.
“Madre de Dios!”
Ramon leaped toward Olivia, shoving her to the floor with one hand, a weapon in
the other.
A high-pitched
scream pierced the air, followed by a second.
Silence.
About the Author:
Randall Krzak is a U.S. Army veteran and retired senior civil servant, spending thirty years in Europe, Africa, Central America, and the Middle East. His residency abroad qualifies him to build rich worlds in his action-adventure novels and short stories. Familiar with customs, laws, and social norms, he promotes these to create authentic characters and scenery.
His first novel, The Kurdish Connection, was published in 2017, and the sequel, Dangerous Alliance, was released in November 2018. Both placed in the 2018 Global Thriller Book Awards sponsored by Chanticleer International Book Awards, with The Kurdish Connection finishing as a semi-finalist and Dangerous Alliance being selected as one of seven first in category winners. The third novel in the series, Carnage in Singapore, was released in August 2019, and is currently a semi-finalist in the 2019 Chanticleer International Book Awards. He also penned "A Dangerous Occupation," a winning entry in the August 2016Wild Sound Writing and Film Festival Review short story category.
He holds a Bachelor of Science degree from the University of Maryland and a general Master in Business Administration (MBA) and a MBA with an emphasis in Strategic Focus, both from Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland. He currently resides with his wife, Sylvia, and six cats in Dunfermline, Scotland. He's originally from Michigan, while Sylvia is a proud Scot. In addition to writing, he enjoys hiking, reading, candle making, pyrography, and sightseeing.
His first novel, The Kurdish Connection, was published in 2017, and the sequel, Dangerous Alliance, was released in November 2018. Both placed in the 2018 Global Thriller Book Awards sponsored by Chanticleer International Book Awards, with The Kurdish Connection finishing as a semi-finalist and Dangerous Alliance being selected as one of seven first in category winners. The third novel in the series, Carnage in Singapore, was released in August 2019, and is currently a semi-finalist in the 2019 Chanticleer International Book Awards. He also penned "A Dangerous Occupation," a winning entry in the August 2016Wild Sound Writing and Film Festival Review short story category.
He holds a Bachelor of Science degree from the University of Maryland and a general Master in Business Administration (MBA) and a MBA with an emphasis in Strategic Focus, both from Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland. He currently resides with his wife, Sylvia, and six cats in Dunfermline, Scotland. He's originally from Michigan, while Sylvia is a proud Scot. In addition to writing, he enjoys hiking, reading, candle making, pyrography, and sightseeing.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/rjkrzak
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