The Wayne Stewart Starter Sampler

Five stories.
Five ways in.

Read a short excerpt from each featured book, then continue with the story that holds your attention.

Official excerpt · Prologue

Nanonaut

The fluorescent lighting illuminated the workbench in the garage of Jerold Dodd. His experiments were scattered in pieces on shelves that lined the walls. In fact, it was a miracle he was able to open the garage door from the circuitry and wiring he had accumulated over the years.

He had an idea early in life and kept it in mind when choosing his field in science. If anyone would ask, his collection of gizmos was the result of the medical technology his career was set in. In fact, he sought something a little more different—something that could alter standard health systems and improve the lives of humanity.

But fate intervened when his teenage son entered the garage to grab a rake for the yard work he was tasked to do. Pulling it off the metal hangers, the weight on one end brought the handle up and tipped over the sealed beaker resting on the corner of the worktable.

Excerpted from Wayne Stewart’s manuscript. © Wayne Stewart.

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Official excerpt · Chapter One

Another Yard

Face it, anyone too young to get a real job must find money where they can. From delivering newspapers, cashing in pop bottles, and cutting lawns, it all adds up to a kid. Even taking trash out for a neighbor can yield a penny or two.

You might ask why I didn’t just get a buck or two from my parents. Well, there ain’t no sense asking for it when you know the answer already!

My parents were what they call conservative Christians. They believed that a penny earned was a penny deserved. It was bad enough, they claimed, to have to put food on the table, clothes on my back, and a roof over my head; so anything extra would be up to me to earn.

Excerpted from Wayne Stewart’s manuscript. © Wayne Stewart.

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Blithe

Welcome to downtown Blithe. Not much went on in this sleepy little corner of the county, tucked away from the interstate highway that ran into Maples.

A country town that celebrated the removal of a stop sign being replaced with a traffic light by bussing in a fifteen-member VFW marching band. That was the talk of the town at the time, as new-age technology invaded the village that seemed to be frozen in time.

There was hardly any activity in the one-street town, as people who lived there were either employed in a nearby bottling plant or drove to the big city of Maples for work. So, when such a major event occurs, everyone naturally got excited.

Excerpted from Wayne Stewart’s manuscript. © Wayne Stewart.

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In-Correction

Okay, I’m no macho man; I’ll be the first to admit that. Call it metabolism or genetics; I’m just not bulky like most guys. Maybe I’m just a late bloomer? Okay, even I can’t believe that one.

But that’s the reason I was picked for the heist. The plan was simple enough. All I had to do was climb into the ventilation, drop into the jewelry store, and unlock the door. The guys I was rooming with would enter, grab the loot, fence it, and split the cash with me.

Now, before you listen to them tell you what an idiot I was, let me explain. The cheap shoes I had were all I could afford. They weren’t gripping the metal the way I needed them to, and my ponytail got caught by the hinge on the screen cover of the air vent.

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Official excerpt · Volume 1 · Chapter One

Driven Lust

Weddings suck, period. The groom is usually tipsy at best and the bride-to-be is always frantic. It’s like they bring an extra-large sack of stress with them and dump it all over the driver.

This wedding was no exception. The bride had forgotten her veil and needed to go back to her parents’ house to get it. As a driver, James had to consider safety above urgency, and sometimes the client loses to it.

He would bend the law into a pretzel trying to accommodate a client, but he sure wouldn’t shatter that law into pieces. His license was his moneymaker, after all. He needed the job to help put him through college.

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Nanonaut

Another Yard

Blithe

In-Correction

Driven Lust

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