I am so excited that THE GUARDIANS OF TRUTH by Barry Finlay is available
now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out
all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for 2 eBooks of THE GUARDIANS OF
TRUTH courtesy of Barry & Rockstar
Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Author: Barry Finlay
Pub. Date: November 5, 2022
Publisher: Keep On Climbing Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 276
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Kindle, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org
He's a refreshingly different hero, definitely not young and six-packed, but...
Now Jake and an insider, Cassie Wright, want to expose the leader and protect his followers from financial ruin or worse. Their harrowing quest isn’t without peril, as one will disappear and the other will be forced to fight for survival.
If you like your heroes to be, well,
like you and I, the second book in the Jake Scott Mystery Series will draw you
in and have you wishing you could dive in to help.
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
SHE PLANNED TO expose him for the
fraud he was. Nothing about him was real.
It couldn’t be.
She had witnessed Julian’s
diatribes for weeks now. At first, he had her convinced. His sincerity. The
conviction with which he spoke. The vivid neon-like blue eyes and the
charismatic voice. All very compelling. But now she was positive of the
identity and motivations of the man who held over 100 followers in the palm of
his hand. He was the worst kind of fraud.
Cassandra Wright, or Cassie, as
her friends called her, peered at her companion who drove the car. He stared
straight ahead; his countenance was as inscrutable as a Buddha’s. She studied
the chiseled features of Robert Weatherby’s handsome face and recalled how they
had met a few weeks ago, and what had led them here.
Cassie first became aware of
Robert while idly skimming profiles on a dating site. She was attracted to his
photo, but she also learned that he practiced psychology. She contacted him and
they dated a few times. She eventually sought his professional help to stave
off feelings of depression. The sessions started with Cassie detailing her
anxiety and sleepless nights. Over time, he seemed to help her, and her
attraction to him deepened. Cassie thought Weatherby sensed the connection,
too, so she wanted to take things to the next level.
She wore her prettiest dress,
emphasizing her shapely figure, for a dinner date. They ordered exquisite
steaks with lobster at a high-end restaurant and, halfway through, Weatherby leaned
in and asked about her religious beliefs. She informed him she would describe
herself as “uncertain.” Since she enjoyed being with him and didn’t want to
risk offending on the topic, especially that night when she had other plans,
she let him lead the conversation.
He continued by describing an
organization with a charismatic leader that met every Monday night, or more
frequently if deemed necessary, on a farm west of the city. He called the
organization the Guardians of Truth. The attendees thought organized religion
had let them down and that their freedoms were under assault from repeated
intrusions by the government. Simply put, they had become disenchanted with the
institutions and people they had trusted. To Cassie, they sounded like a
dissatisfied group of people looking for something better, which she had to
admit defined her. Left to raise a teenage daughter on her own, life had been a
struggle lately. She worked in a dead-end government job. Recently, despondency
had settled over her, so this might be what she needed.
She laughingly suggested the
organization sounded like a cult, which produced a frown and an immediate
defensive denial from her companion. The night she had planned fizzled out, as
Robert became more and more insistent that she should attend a Guardians of
Truth meeting. The kindness and gentleness he had displayed seemed to develop
into an obsession to convince Cassie to attend a session. He assured her it
would be the answer to everything she needed.
He described the group’s arduous
admittance process. Only certain people and true believers were allowed to
join. Cassie’s curiosity rose. What did they truly believe in? And
why were they so secretive? Robert had told her how they vetted everyone
through a questionnaire, and that she would have to sign a non-disclosure
agreement, or NDA. She ignored the red flags and agreed to go through the
process to please him.
Eventually, she passed the
screening and Robert delightedly invited her to an assembly, as Julian referred
to them. Any hint of a romantic connection with Robert evaporated like moisture
on a hot sidewalk, as he insisted Cassie’s treatment must remain professional.
They had traveled in silence as
they left the suburbs of Ottawa, Canada’s capital, and headed west. As they drove,
the wipers fought to clear the windshield from a torrential downpour that had
occurred sporadically throughout the day.
The weight of the silence in the
car wore Cassie down.
“Aren’t you going to say
anything?” she asked.
Even in the vehicle’s gloom, a
crimson tide washed over Robert’s face from the neck up. He grew angry when
Cassie had warned him as they left Ottawa that she intended to speak with
Julian. She had considered it for weeks but wanted to be sure. Tonight was the
night, but had she miscalculated by revealing her suspicions about the man to
Robert? She told him she planned to expose Julian as a fraud and demanded a
face-to-face meeting with him. Robert wouldn’t have any of it. His eyes
narrowed, and his voice sounded flat and threatening.
“You’re making a big mistake. Why
can’t you let it go? Julian has given so many people hope and will ultimately
save them from what’s coming. You can be one of the saved ones. I’m begging you
not to do this.”
Cassie’s frustration mounted. She
realized she didn’t know Robert as well as she had thought. “Save them from
what? A comet that’s going to miss earth by millions of miles? All people have
to do is follow the science to realize it’s all BS. How many people have died
because he told them vaccines implanted microchips in their bloodstreams? How
many more people will he kill because of his stupid ideas? Besides, I’m
confident the name he uses is fake. I think I know who he is, and if I’m right,
he’s nothing but a charlatan.”
“You signed an NDA,” Robert growled.
“So what? It’s worth nothing if
Julian is doing something illegal. At the very least, he’s doing something
unethical. The NDA means nothing.”
The rest of the ride passed in
stony silence until they arrived at their destination, where cars sat scattered
like marbles in the farmyard and into the adjoining field. The recent heavy
rain left the ground spongy, so stones picked up by the tires ticked against
the undercarriage of the car as they skidded through the mud to a vacant spot.
They entered a dilapidated barn, but the outside appearance foretold nothing
about the interior. A red carpet on natural stone tiles ushered the attendees
inside. Chandeliers hung on long wires from the roof. Spinning ceiling fans
cooled the room, and rows of occupied oak benches faced the front, where a red
velvet curtain separated a raised stage from the gathering waiting patiently
for something to happen.
Cassie and Robert asked a couple
to squeeze together, so they could sit in the only space available. The couple
nodded but stared straight ahead as they shoved over without a word. As usual,
an unnerving silence hung in the room. At precisely seven o’clock, the lights
dimmed, and the silence shattered like glass hit by a boulder, as raucous rock
music blared from two enormous black meshed speakers on either side of a raised
stage. The performance was about to begin. Theatrical fog streamed from
machines under the stage, obscuring the front of the room. The bench vibrated
under Cassie from the music’s thundering bass, and the crowd stirred. Cassie
did an inward eye roll at the spectacle.
The front of the raised platform
remained dark, save for one strategically placed brilliant spotlight that
created an eerie shimmering glow in the remaining dry ice cloud at the center
of the stage. The music stopped, and the crowd quieted until the man of the
hour magically appeared and started speaking. His sonorous voice soothed the
masses. It surprised Cassie when Robert wandered away for a few minutes. Perhaps
he went to the bathroom, Cassie thought.
She examined the faces staring at
the front of the room. They hung on every word, enraptured by the man speaking.
But something about the man had always bothered her. She listened closely
again, as she had done for a few weeks. The face didn’t match the familiar
voice, yet she knew this man. She recalled her shock when she had recognized
something at one assembly as his sleeve inadvertently rode up on his arm. It
confirmed her suspicions.
When Robert returned, Cassie
stared at the man on stage, even though his gloomy dissertation barely
registered. As he wound down, she glanced again at the attendees. Some closed
their eyes, others wrung their hands, while still others raised their arms to
the ceiling, their lips silently acknowledging every wonderful word Julian
spoke. While she didn’t consider herself an expert by any means, she understood
people brought together by anxiety and lack of trust could be led to a common
goal, almost like hypnosis. That’s what was happening here. Robert interrupted
her reverie when he reached for her hand and squeezed it, until she pulled away
from his painful grip.
The room became stifling hot.
Some attendees appeared to be on the verge of fainting. Young women passed
through the crowd offering bottled water at seven dollars a pop. Then, Julian
masterfully lowered his voice to a medium level, saving the best for last.
“We can all be saved if you will
continue to support building the underground bunker here on our farm. You will
be the ones to carry forth a civilization that can start over and make things
right. We need young people to ensure civilization continues. We need older
people who lived their lives when things were good to teach the young people.”
Then, with his voice barely above a whisper, he said, “You are the chosen few.
Give everything you can. We don’t have a lot of time, folks. God has spoken to
me directly and Doomsday is coming. We’ll have another meeting on Sunday to
discuss it more. We can all be saved if you give generously. An underground bunker
will keep us safe from the catastrophic event that will end the world as we
know it.”
The crowd murmured, and some
shouts echoed through the enclosed space. The same young women who sold the
extravagant bottled water passed through the audience again, and the sound of
whirring credit and debit card machines filled the air as attendees poured
their life savings into Julian’s words. When a pretty teenager of about
seventeen arrived in front of Cassie and Robert, Cassie shook her head, which
caused the teenager to frown.
“Don’t you want to be saved?” she
breathed.
Cassie replied, “Save yourself by
getting out of here.” The girl gasped and moved on.
When the spectacle ended, and the
crowd filed out of the building, Cassie turned to Robert and said, “I’ve had
enough. I’m going backstage to confront this fraud.”
Robert’s chest heaved with a
heavy sigh. “Wait,” he intoned. He sat expressionless with his arms crossed as
the last of the crowd made their way through the exit. Cassie glanced around,
thinking that only the two of them remained. She didn’t see Robert motion to
someone behind them. He said icily to Cassie, “I’ll tell him you want to meet
with him. You wait here.”
As Robert stalked away, Cassie
sensed movement behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, a sharp pain shot
through her neck. Everything became fuzzy in an instant. The room blurred as it
closed in on her. She grabbed at her gasping throat, desperately trying to draw
a breath. She reached out to hold on to something, anything, to stabilize
herself, but her hand grabbed at empty air. Her legs buckled. It was as if a
hole opened in the floor, and she couldn’t prevent her boneless body from
sliding in.
For Cassie Wright, everything
faded to black.
About Barry Finlay:
In 2009, Barry Finlay went up a
mountain as an accountant and came down as a philanthropist. After over thirty
years in various financial roles with the Canadian federal government, he took
his life in a different direction and climbed Africa's Mount Kilimanjaro at age
60 with his son Chris. The climb and their fundraising efforts to help kids in
Tanzania changed his life in a number of ways, including the start of his
writing journey. He wrote his first book, the popular Kilimanjaro and Beyond: A
Life-Changing Journey with his son in 2014.
He followed that up with the hilarious travel memoir, I Guess We Missed The Boat, and then The Marcie Kane Thriller Collection was born. Barry completed his debut fiction book, and the first in the series, The Vanishing Wife, in 2014. His next novel, A Perilous Question, was released in May 2016. His political thriller, Remote Access, was released in April 2018. That was followed by a novella, Never So Alone, in May 2019. The fifth book in the Marcie Kane Thriller Collection, The Burden of Darkness, was released in May 2020.
Each of the thrillers has a socially relevant theme, and has achieved Kindle bestseller status.
Now, he's introducing a new character named Jake Scott in what will undoubtedly be a new mystery series. The first in the series, Searching For Truth, was released in 2021.
Barry's books have received multiple literary awards and he was named to the Authors Show's list of "50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading" in 2012. In 2013, he received the Queen Elizabeth Diamond Jubilee medal for his philanthropic work in Africa. He lives in Ottawa, Canada with his wife Evelyn.
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