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Indian Army Day Status 2022 l Service Before Selfउद्देश्य :बाहरी खतरों के विरुद्ध शक्ति सन्तुलन के द्वारा या युद्ध छेड़ने की स्थिति में संरक

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BLOG TOUR - Service Before Self

DISCLAIMER: The following has been provided to INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS  by Virtual Author Book Tours. No compensation has been received for this content. This disclaimer provided by the requirements of the Federal Trade Commission. Publisher:  Tirgearr Publishing (February 24, 2015) Category: Mystery/Thriller/Suspense Tour Date: May/June, 2015 Available in: ebook, 154 Pages A recent transplant to Southern California, Toby Grant has landed his dream job. He’s a service tech for Handy Dandy Services—the premier handyman service in the southland. Things don’t go well for Toby on the first day when he is teamed up with Ryan Burnell, a twenty year veteran of Handy Dandy. Toby quickly learns the hardships of being Ryan’s partner, and finds himself in one uncomfortable situation after another. In an effort to understand his new partner, Toby accidentally uncovers Ryan’s unsavory past involvement with drugs, burglary and other things he shouldn’t know about. He also learns that Ryan’s last partner of five years—Delsin Honaw— had been murdered…stabbed twenty-seven times. Haunted by one misunderstanding after another, Toby learns the true meaning of the company’s motto—“Service before Self.”  

Excerpt from 'Service Before Self' by Tegon Maus:

"Not now, Auggie working.  Later for you," he said lightly turning his head.  As if the bird understood him, it gave him a peck on the lips and flew away.  "Tank is here," he said pointing at the pool. All three of us grabbed an edge dragging it to one side; hidden under it, a rusty metal plate a little more than two feet in diameter. I stood amazed at the paradise that surrounded me and didn't see how they managed to remove the top, flipping it to one side. "Alright newbie, it’s all you," Ryan said pointing at the hole that lay in front of us. "Me?  Why me?" I asked. "I get it.  We'll flip for it," Ryan said, reaching for a coin from his pocket.  Placing it on his thump he flipped it high in the air. "Tails," I called as it spun brightly in the dappled sun. He caught it, slapping it on the back of his left hand before peeking at it. "Nope," he said without showing it to me, slipping the coin back into his pocket.  "Get into the hole." All I could do was shake my head and look into the opening.  It was dark, foreboding and smelled almost as bad as the house.  The ominous sound of dripping water overshadowed that of the waterfall. "Got that flashlight?" Ryan asked with a smile. I pulled it from my back pocket, turning it on. "There should be an iron ladder bolted to the north wall," Ryan instructed as I peered inside. "How deep is this thing?" I said half heartedly. "Is thirty feet when new," Auggie inserted. "Jesus," I breathed. "What you're looking for is a pipe about ten feet down.  Sometimes it clogs up... sometimes on its own, sometimes because of rats making nest.  You let me know which and then I'll tell you how to handle it," Ryan offered, grabbing me by the back of the neck squeezing lightly. "I'll bet you will," I returned, searching for a hand hold and the ladder he said should be there. It took a few moments for me to locate the ladder and my courage. "Here, take my hand," Ryan suggested, bracing himself against the iron lip of the hole. I did as he instructed, finding myself slowly being devoured by the gaping mouth of the opening. It was surprisingly hot inside.  The walls had been made of eight inch common concrete brick.  An open portion, no more than two inches wide had been deliberately left between them for seepage into the ground beyond.  Brightly colored mold or fungus grew on the walls, covering the interior with its countenance, giving the huge spiders and roaches a place to hide as well as feed. Slowly I made my way down the ladder, each rung wet with a gravely defoliated surface.  Some slimy with mold, others incrusted with God only knew what but all held the potential of years of rust and the ability to send me crashing to the bottom and to whatever waited for me there. "Alright I see it.  I found the pipe," I yelled. "Good," Ryan shouted down to me, blocking the light from above. A little panic filled me and I yelled. "Can't see if you block the light," I admonished. "Try using the flashlight Newbie," he returned. I had been holding onto it as if my life depended on it and forgot all about it as I gripped the iron treads for all I was worth.  I shined the light toward the bottom but saw nothing.  Whatever lay beyond the reach of my light held no interest for me,  I just wanted to do this and get out. The air became hotter the deeper I traveled and more difficult to breathe. A thin trickle of water oozed from the 3" pipe through a mass of cobwebs. "It was full of sticks and empty snail shells," I shouted to the top. "Rats, they love snails.  How thick are the sticks?  A hand full or does it go back away?" Ryan questioned. "I can’t tell... back a way I think," I said peering into the pipe with the light. "Okay.  Hang on.  I'll be right back.  Auggie," he shouted and then disappeared into the light.  It was eerie, standing on the ladder without his voice for reassurance.  Although it was nice to have a little more daylight, it came and went with the swaying of the foliage above, flickering between bright and dark. After what seemed like forever I checked my watch, kicking myself for not having done so when he said he would be right back.  As it stood now, I didn't know if he had been gone five minutes or an hour.  Finally, I decided if he didn't come back shortly I would climb out. I have no idea why, but in my impatience for his return, I poked at the sticks that were stuck in the end of the pipe,  at first for no other reason than an increased level of curiosity. "How the hell did a rat get all this stuff in here?  It must be part beaver," I said to myself absentmindedly, picking at the tangle of twigs.  Each new movement released a fractional increase in the water.  I pulled a little more, a stick at a time, then a fist full, reaching ever deeper into the length of the pipe to clear the clog.  Before I realized it, I had my arm all the way up to my shoulder.  Something was wedged, caught.  It felt like cloth but I couldn't be certain.  I tugged on it.  For a moment, I thought it shifted for me.  I repositioned myself, yanking as hard as I could, freeing it at last. At the same instant it became unobstructed; it occurred to me what I had done.  I yanked my arm out as fast as humanly possible, clutching the rails of the ladder for dear life. The sound from inside the pipe shook me to the core.  It rumbled with a deep, menacing sound, like the growl of some wild animal and then puked forth. Gallons of rancid liquid rushed by me as I pressed myself tightly to the ladder, splashing against the opposite wall and onto me;  noxious fumes rose from the bottom, racing me back to the top. "Get me out," I shouted, thrusting a hand wildly above me. Ryan grabbed me with both hands, pulling me to the surface.  I lay in the sand for a moment, staring up at the sky. "Awh fuck man, you got it on me," Ryan said, stepping back.  He held his right arm up and away from his body as if it were on fire. "My sand.  Is on my sand," Auggie shouted, standing over me, waving his arms. "Come on, newbie.  Get off the man's sand," Ryan chided. "I'm covered in shit, cut me a little slack," I groused, getting to my feet. To my disgust the cloth that had been the core of the problem was still in my hand.  It appeared to be a colorful dish towel... at least the top half... the bottom had been burnt away. "Ahh, is Christmas towel.  Auggie set fire making steak for friends.  Put flaming towel in toilet.  Save dinner party.  Auggie hero," he said with pride taking the towel from my hand. I was wet from the waist down, uncertain as to how much was from the pipe and how much was from me.  I had no desire to know for sure, refusing to let myself look.  My boots were filled with the unthinkable and the only thing that filled my head...  the only thing that occupied my mind... I wondered what the hell Johnson was doing right now.

Praise for 'Service Before Self' by Tegon Maus:

"From eccentric waste billionaires and very flirtatious women, to unbelievable roach problems and ghosts in the attic, Toby’s numerous adventures in this book will make you laugh repeatedly, however, be aware some will also make your skin crawl. And, all the while poor Toby has to follow the deadpan instructions both gestures and verbal of the reluctant Ryan and do his bidding at a flick of a coin. This story is not only a very funny, if cringe worthy insight into the working day of company representatives, and what sometimes they see when entering other people’s homes; but also an extremely gripping thriller in parts as Ryan is pulled back, yet again, into the world of drugs he left behind five years previously. I thoroughly enjoyed reading every page of this story and would happily recommend it as a brilliantly entertaining book."-Susan Keefe, Book Reviews by Susan Keefe

Praise for Tegon Maus's 'Bob':

Whether or not you believe the outcome, there is no denying that you will have great fun reading this very enjoyable science fiction story. It has all the essential components, good characters, a great plot and plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing, right up until the end."- Susan Keefe, Book Reviews by Susan Keefe "I love Bob! And I love Bob. Both the character and the book left me wishing for more. Bob, the character is great. His character had me cracking up for most of the book. Not that Bob is trying to be funny. It's just that he is. And Bob the book is better because of Bob the character. Whenever a problem arises, Bob tells Pete not to worry....he's "got cousin." This book is great. You will be both laughing during and enthralled by the story. The characters are perfectly written and the dialog is wonderful. The way the story flows keeps you reading quickly and you'll find yourself at the end of Bob way too soon. The story is a must read for any sci-fi lovers, but even if you aren't a sci-fi person, you'll enjoy the story....mostly because of Bob."- Christy M., Christy's Cozy Corners "Bob is science fiction but it is also suspenseful and funny. The characters are delightful. Bob, the man helping Peter (for a cost), is one of a kind. He’s not only funny and overbearing but he always comes through. He always has a “cousin” who can help them out. Emma is also unique as well as mysterious and Peter and Bob feel they need to help her. I was actually surprised at the end which is always good. I definitely recommend Bob. It has a little bit of everything: science fiction, humor, adventure, and suspense."- Dawn, Bound For Escape "There’s lots of action in Bob and the story will hold your interest from beginning to end. It’s an easy book to sit down with and read late into the night with. I thoroughly enjoyed Bob’s cousins, from the black-skinned cousin to the Italian cousin that spoke only Italian yet seemed to answer Peter in English every question. I thought that the plot was plausible and the characters were realistic."-Kathryn Svendsen, Shelf Full of Books

About Tegon Maus:

Tegon Maus was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends he could conjure. Not that he wasn't friendly, he just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe he lived in his head way more than he should have, maybe not. He liked machines more than people, at least he did until I met his wife. The first thing he can remember writing was for her. For the life of him he can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married him shortly after that. He spent a good number  of years chasing other dreams before he got back to writing. It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. His wife and himself had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told. He was thrilled. If there is one thing he enjoys it's making people believe him and he likes to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mind you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not.  When he writes, he always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, he guarantees you, nothing, makes him happier. He has consistently placed in the top 3 in 189 writing contest in a variety of genres and has been featured in magazines a couple of times to raise money for Saint Jude’s Children’s Hospital. Tegon Maus Website: http://www.tegonmaus.com/#! Author on Tirgearr Website: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Maus_Tegon/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/TegonMaus Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tegon-Maus/150255051766767 Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/tegon/tegon-maus/ Google+: https://plus.google.com/101974688416833509592/posts

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