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“Bobby’s Dream” Promo (Video)

June 17, 2017

Hey, everyone. Here’s a promotional video for my novel: “Bobby’s Dream.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK-nmqO3zw0

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JLR

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Bobby’s Dream Official Page!

June 11, 2017

 

 

 


Have you ever felt different than everyone else? Well, for Bobby Williams, an eight-year-old with emergent psychic powers, that feeling is reality. After losing his father to a car accident, Bobby has retreated into a lonesome fantasy world; his sole source of comfort a villainous creature from his favorite movie. His mother, Colleen, struggles daily with the loss of her husband, and the pressures of keeping their lives together. To make matters worse, Bobby has to deal with a sadistic fifth-grader named Clint, a psychotic teacher who suspects the awful truth, and a lecherous principal who lusts after his mother. As his powers grow in intensity, Bobby’s entire life begins to change, building toward an inevitable and tragic climax. Don’t miss this taut supernatural thriller by Jesse Lynn Rucilez, author of Le Club du Mal.


Available in paperback @ the following stores:

Create Space: https://www.createspace.com/7192002

Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/Bobbys-Dream-Jesse-Lynn-Rucilez/dp/1546872817/ref=sr_1_28?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1495739375&sr=1-28&keywords=bobby%27s+dream


Available in digital format @ your favorite online store, including Amazon.com, Apple iBooks, Barnes & Noble Nook, and more: https://www.books2read.com/u/baPEyq


Read an excerpt here: https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/bobbys-dream-novel-excerpt/


“Bobby’s Dream” Promo:


Spoken Word Excerpt:

Jesse Lynn Rucilez Author Page

January 9, 2017

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Hello. My name is Jesse Lynn Rucilez, and I’m a writer from Reno, Nevada. When I’m not working, my life revolves around literature, film, and music. Hopefully, one day my passions will be the core of my existence, rather than mere recreation.

People often ask me what I write. Unfortunately, my fiction doesn’t fit into any specific genre. Thus far, I’ve written about everything from giant evil teddy bears, suicidal junkies, porn stars, and witchcraft, to living alien technology; all with a character driven, literary bent. From here on I plan to write futuristic thrillers, dystopian satire, space opera, fantasy, and superhero novels. I like to blend genres, so everything will have a touch of humor, romance, and action.

Whatever it takes to tell the best story I can.

Be warned, however, that my writing is ferocious. I won’t ever massage your brain. My intent is always to grab you by the throat and not let go until you’ve read the last line. I want to make you laugh. Make you cry. Make you love. Make you hate. Make you envy. Make you pity. Make you angry. Make you morose. I want to entertain, of course, but, most of all, I want to make you think.

That’s the power of good writing.

And if you choose to read my stories, I’ll be eternally grateful…but I will ask one favor: Please pay attention. Don’t just let your eyes skim over the words; be attentive to context and subtext, to character and motivation, theme and style. Delve deep into my world and meet me halfway, and in return I’ll promise you this:

Whether you like my writing or not, I’ll never bore you.

Thanks for reading.

JLR

 


Le Club du Mal (Novel), Erotica/Literature, 2015:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/le-club-du-mal-official-page/

 


Bobby’s Dream (Novel), Science Fiction/Thriller, 2015:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/bobbys-dream-official-page/


Evelyn Grimes (Novel), Mystery/Thriller, 2017:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/11/07/evelyn-grimes-official-page/


Bobby’s Fight (Novella), Action/Thriller, 2016:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/bobbys-fight-official-page/


Appleton’s Abode (Novella), Fantasy/Literature, 2017:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/09/27/appletons-abode-official-page/


Living The Nightmare (Novella), Suspense/Supernatural, 2018:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2018/03/14/living-the-nightmare-official-page/


Stark City Chronicles (Short Story Collection), 2019

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2019/05/15/stark-city-chronicles-official-page/


For a complete list of published short stories, please visit The Official Jesse Lynn Rucilez Author Resume:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/01/02/jesse-lynn-rucilez-author-resume/


Death’s Avenger Project:

https://deathsavenger.wordpress.com/


Molded By Reality (Non-fiction Blog):

https://moldedbyreality.wordpress.com/


Smashwords Author Interview:

https://www.smashwords.com/interview/JLRucilez


Show Support On Patreon Here:

https://www.patreon.com/jesselynnrucilez


Extended Links

View a full list of my inter-web exploits here:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/09/27/extended-links/

 

Review For My Novella: Bobby’s Fight

October 15, 2016

bobbys-fightHello, everyone. Just wanted to share this awesome review from an Amazon user regarding my novella: “Bobby’s Dream:”

In his novella, “Bobby’s Fight”, Jesse Lynn Rucilez delivers an exciting glimpse into the adult life of Bobby’s childhood bully, Clint Gault, as a continuation to the haunting story “Bobby’s Dream.” During part of the account, Rucilez uses his own knowledge of martial arts to skillfully transport the reader into Gault’s UFC style fight. Throughout the match, the author creates realistic and expertly choreographed scenes. For those readers who enjoy a good narrative, the tale features genuine characters, literary themes, artfully crafted descriptions and a distinct writing style. Last but not least, it is an entertaining and thought provoking story about how a little boy’s powers changed a life.

Bobby’s Fight is available in paperback and digital formats here:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/bobbys-fight-official-page/

Thank you,

JLR

Bobby’s Dream (Spoken Word Excerpt)

December 26, 2015

A spoken word excerpt of my novel, “Bobby’s Dream”:

“Bobby’s Dream” is available in paperback and digital formats here:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/bobbys-dream-official-page/

Thank you,

JLR

Bobby’s Dream (Novel Excerpt)

September 1, 2014

bobbys-dreamPrologue: Daddy’s Hurt

1.

December 13th, 1988.

Stark City, Oregon.

4:57 p.m.

The phone rang.

Colleen Williams looked up, shut the heavy book in her lap.

Great. Just great.

The phone lay across the room, mounted on the wall. To answer, she’d have to rise and walk, and she’d just gotten comfortable. “Always when I’m busy,” she muttered, setting her book aside.

Another shrill ring. This time, a happy voice answered with a cry of: “Daddy!

Hands on her hips, Colleen looked at her son. He sat in the middle of the hardwood floor, surrounded by Legos.

“How do you know, Buster?”

“Daddy,” he replied, examining his toy. To the untrained eye, it looked like a mish-mosh of plastic blocks. But to Bobby, its creator, it looked like a wondrous spaceship.

Smiling, Colleen plucked the receiver from its cradle, and leant back, facing her son.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe.”

Colleen’s smile widened. Her husband, Jake. Even after four years of marriage, just hearing his mellow voice made her tingle. “Hey there, handsome. How was work?”

Jake groaned. “Typical, I guess. One of the loaders broke down, and Brennan almost fell off a high beam.”

Sounds typical.”

“What’cha doin’?”

“Nothing much. Just cramming for my test…and waiting for my husband.”

Colleen heard music on Jake’s end; faint rock n’ roll. Heavy eighties sound. The Cars? Rush, maybe? She strained but couldn’t place it.

“I’m flattered. How’s my little Vulcan?”

“Oh, he’s fine. Just playing with his Legos.”

Colleen heard the singer, high pitched and wailing. Yep, definitely Rush. Figures. He must be calling from the foreman’s trailer.

“Off in his own little world, eh?”

“Yep. Quiet as a church mouse.” She cupped her left hand over the receiver and lowered her voice. “Now, I don’t wanna ruin the surprise, but he may have a present for you when you get home.”

“Dynamite!” Jake replied with genuine enthusiasm. “I can’t wait. But, since you mentioned me coming home, I was wondering how you might feel if I was a little late.”

Colleen’s eyes narrowed. “Late, huh?” She pictured him there, grinning; knowing full well he could charm the scales off a snake.

“Well, it’s Dan’s birthday and the guys wanna go out for a few beers.”

Pursing her lips, Colleen stiffened. Good ol’ Daniel Brennan. He’d thrown Jake’s bachelor party four years ago and wound up unconscious on his parents’ front lawn. A night out with that lunatic could lead anywhere.

“Danny’s another year older today, huh?”

“Yeah. I’d like to buy him a beer, beat his ass at darts, and tell the crew about the time we went out on that double date. You remember that one, right?”

She did. That story ended with Jake, Dan, and two disgraced Mormon girls; drunk, naked, and almost getting arrested. Great. Now she had to decide if she trusted Jake to behave himself around Brennan.

“You guys aren’t planning to go streaking tonight are you?”

Jake laughed. “No streaking tonight, babe. Honest.”

Sure,” Colleen replied, her cynicism waning.

“One beer, one round of darts. Whaddya say?”

Thinking, Colleen took a deep breath…

What do I say?

Well…

Sure, I want my husband to come home. Of course. I’ve been cooped up in this apartment all day, waiting for him. Why should he get to go out and have fun without me?

But…

I can’t keep him on a leash. And I sure as hell don’t want him to end up like my father; going straight home every day, no friends, so miserable that he can’t stand it.

No fucking way!

“Alright,” she decided. “Spank Dan for me.”

“You got it, babe! Thanks! And, hey, don’t bother to cook. I’ll bring home a nice big pizza. You know how Bobby loves pizza…”

Pizza? But we have plenty of food…

Colleen began to protest, but gave up. Jake wanted to be nice, considerate. Those qualities came as natural as his penchant for mischief; as his goading, diabolical charm.

“Pizza sounds fine. I won’t have to cook.”

“And,” Jake continued, lowering his voice, “after dinner I’m gonna take you out…”

“Out? But—” She’d almost said: But who’s gonna watch Bobby?, then caught on. Grinning, Colleen chewed her lip and waited for the punch line.

“Well, there’s a really great place I’d like to take you to…”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes. It’s called…The Shower!

Colleen felt another tingle. “Ooh…is there a dress code?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t wear any.”

Now she blushed as Jake’s voice rippled through her. “Sounds steamy,” she whispered.

“It will be, babe. I promise.”

“Then don’t be late—”

“—’cause it’s a very important date.”

“I love you.” And if you were here right now, I’d show you how much.

“I love you, too.”

“Have fun, then.”

“I will, babe. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Colleen heard a brief swell in the background music, then a dial-tone.

Oh, my Jake…what you do to me.

The young woman slipped the receiver into its cradle, pressed her forehead to the wall. Eyes closed, Colleen stood there awhile, taking long breaths until her pulse settled. She hated to let go of that warm, gooey feeling, but reminded herself that it would return. Oh, yes…later on, when her husband took her in his arms beneath the hot shower spray.

A very important date…

Colleen turned, facing her son. Bobby still sat there, clicking his plastic blocks together with a look of deep concentration.

Ah, my special boy.

Yawning, Colleen shuffled to the sofa, sat down, and heaved the fat book onto her lap. She needed to study, but Bobby remained a terrific distraction. As a mother, she’d hit the jackpot. A healthy son who almost never got sick, and made little noise, even as an infant. Sure, he grew fussy from time to time, but nothing more. In fact, he never bawled like an average baby. Even when she’d taken him for his immunizations.

Oh, God!

Colleen smiled, recalling how her pediatrician had dropped his syringe just before giving Bobby the last round of shots. He’d tried to play it cool, insisting that something knocked the needle out of his hand, and his feigned perplexity still cracked her up.

Good ol’ Dr. Larsen.

Aside from being quiet, the boy also soared in all areas of development. Bobby, Dr. Larsen assured, rated in the top one percentile regarding vocabulary…whatever the hell that meant. Colleen just knew she had a budding genius on her hands—which she found amusing, since she and Jake had both been average students.

Maybe Jake’s right. Maybe he really is a Vulcan.

Bobby, still sitting with his Legos, felt Mommy watching him; her gaze like sunshine on his naked skin. Warm. Comforting. And when Daddy came home, he’d feel the warmth of his love, too. Not just for him, but also for Mommy. A shared heartbeat, pulsing between them.

Come home soon, Daddy, he thought, snapping another Lego block into place.

Come home soon.

Behind him, Colleen sighed, opened the book, and returned to her dull studies.

2.

5:31 p.m.

I’m done!

After thirty minutes of studying, Colleen couldn’t take another second. Bobby had wandered into his room, and now the apartment seemed a little too quiet. So, yawning, she set the book aside and went to check on her son.

What’s the little Vulcan up to?

Colleen found him sitting on his bed.

“Wanna watch a movie, hon?”

Bobby smiled. “Movie!”

She smiled back. “Then come on.”

Colleen chose Enemy Mine, one of Jake’s favorites. Jake had loved science fiction ever since he’d been Bobby’s age, and owned VHS copies of all the classics. His love had already rubbed off on Bobby, but spaceships and laser guns didn’t interest Colleen. At least this one starred Dennis Quaid, her favorite actor.

With any luck, I’ll even stay awake.

3.

An hour into the movie, Bobby heard it:

(Oh, no! Please, no! NOT NOW!)

As if from a bullhorn, the words shot through his mind, resonating static.

(NOT NOW!) it echoed. (NOT Now!)

He stiffened.

(Not Now!)

That voice—so anguished, so unmistakable—belonged to Daddy!

(not now!)

Fading, yet the horrid, writhing emotions remained.

(not now!)

Fright; outrage; pain.

(not now!)

Then, gone. Nothing but a memory.

Weeping, Bobby turned to Mommy. She sat next to him, hands in her lap, ankles crossed. “Mommy!” he cried, tugging on her arm. “Daddy’s hurt!”

“Huh?”

Dozing, Colleen’s eyes snapped open.

“Mommy!”

She turned to Bobby, saw tears on his face, and swept him onto her lap.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Daddy’s hurt!”

What?

Bobby curled into Mommy, becoming fetal in her arms. “Daddy!” he cried, clutching two fistfuls of her pink tank top. “Daddy’s hurt!”

Daddy’s—? Aw, shit…

“No, no, no,” Colleen said, thinking she understood. “Daddy’s okay, honey. He’s just late, that’s all. He’s with his friends.” She glanced at the VCR clock to reassure herself:

6:33 p.m.

He’ll be home soon…

Sniffing, Bobby shook his head. “No, Mommy! Daddy’s hurt!” The tears had slowed but the urgency remained.

See what happens when you don’t come home, Jake?

“Bobby, I’m telling you that your dad is—”

“He screamed.” Bobby looked up, his dark eyes far too intense for any four-year-old. “Daddy screamed.”

Colleen fell silent. Bobby looked so serious, so certain—so adult-like—that it frightened her. What the hell could he be talking about? she wondered, and before she realized that Bobby might know something, her grown-up sensibilities intervened.

Honey, you just heard something that scared you, that’s all. Everything’s okay.”

Bobby sniffed, shook his head. “No, Mommy.”

Yes,” Colleen insisted. “It was either the movie or…or maybe somebody yelled out in the hallway.”

“No! It was Daddy!” Pleading with her now, eyes wet and bloodshot.

Daddy’s not here right now,” she said, steeling herself to teach a harsh lesson. “How could you have heard him?”

Confused, Bobby stared at Mommy. He couldn’t explain how; couldn’t even begin to understand. But he knew, and as he looked into Mommy’s eyes he understood that she didn’t believe him. Wouldn’t try to believe him, either.

“Well?”

Sighing, Bobby released Mommy’s shirt.

“See?” Colleen said, cradling him. “Everything’s okay.”

And even though he knew otherwise, Bobby felt better. The warmth of Mommy’s embrace soothed him. So he decided to be quiet until Daddy came home, or news of the Bad Thing arrived.

Thank God.

Disturbed and anxious, Colleen tried to focus on the movie…but to no avail. She’d seen Enemy Mine too many times.

Been there, done that.

Now where the fuck are you, Jake?

Still curled in Mommy’s lap, Bobby tried to sleep…but the phantom outburst returned; echoing, keeping him awake.

Keeping him petrified:

(not now!)

(not now!)

(not now!)

4.

7:35 p.m.

Colleen stared at the digital clock, and in the short eternity between seven thirty-five and seven thirty-six, she grew very concerned:

Goddamnit…where is he? Why doesn’t he at least call?

Enemy Mine had ended. In its place, a banal game show, unwatched by either Colleen or Bobby. Colleen hadn’t left the sofa, and Bobby still lay in her lap. The living room had grown dark, bathed in the TV screen’s soft glow. Colleen would’ve gotten up and turned on a lamp, but that would’ve meant disturbing Bobby; perhaps upsetting him again.

‘One beer, one round of darts’ my ass! You’d better get home quick, babe. You’d better be sober, and you’d better have a good fucking excuse for freaking your son out and making me worry…

This is bullshit!

Ninety percent bluster, of course. But sitting in the shadows, wondering about Jake, had gotten scary.

Oh, how she wished Bobby hadn’t put that horrible thought in her mind:

Daddy’s hurt.

Now it didn’t seem so foolish.

“Damnit, Jake!” she whispered, remembering Bobby’s panic-stricken voice:

He screamed.

Daddy screamed.

But then it clicked. If Bobby hadn’t been on her lap, she would’ve face-palmed in disgust. The answer had been right there all along. Dan Brennan. Good ol’ Dan, Captain of the Midnight Streakers Club. This had to be all his fault. He and Jake must’ve started drinking, telling stories, and now, well, who knew what they’d gotten up to?

Well, let them have their fun. Colleen couldn’t stay mad at Jake.

But she wanted to strangle Dan.

Oh yeah, Danny-boy…you and me are gonna have words. You and me are gonna—

The phone rang.

Colleen scooped Bobby off her lap and rushed over, bare feet slapping the wood floor. Behind her, Bobby uncurled himself. He watched, serious and expectant, as she ripped the receiver from its cradle.

Hello?

Heart sputtering, Colleen flicked on the light.

“Colleen?”

A man’s voice; not Jake’s. Panic rose up in a cold wave.

“Yes! Who’s this?”

A deep sigh, then, “It’s Dan.”

Finally!

“Where’s Jake?”

Dan’s voice broke into wet sobs. “Oh, Christ…I’m so sorry!

“Dan? Where’s Jake, Dan?” Screaming now; growing hysterical. “You tell me what’s going on, right now!”

“There was an accident—”

Accident?

“Punks, Colleen. Goddamn punks. They…stole a car. Ran a red light. Hit us in the intersection…”

Shit!” Colleen gasped. “Are you alright? What about Jake?

“I’m at the hospital. The Camaro’s total—”

Another gasp. “Put Jake on the phone!

“That’s the thing, Colleen. Jake didn’t…uh…he didn’t—”

OH, MY GOD!

Before Dan could finish, Colleen threw the phone down. For a few horrible minutes nothing mattered; not even her son. Grimacing, convulsing with tears, she pressed her hands to her face and slid down the wall behind her.

NO! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! JAKE, GODDAMNIT! JAKE, COME HOME!

Quiet and morose, Bobby watched Mommy unravel from the sofa.

JAKE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

By the time Mommy sank to the floor, he’d lapsed into tears with her.

JAAAKE!

Bawling, because he’d been right.

Daddy screamed.

GODDAMNIT!

Daddy was hurt.

NO, NO, NOOO!

And now—

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?

Daddy’s never coming home again.

5.

11:43 p.m.

Colleen and Bobby lie in bed, both exhausted. She hugs him close, and he curls into a ball of soft flesh. This ordeal has been unbearable. The future, once so bright and full of love, now seems cold, bleak, and empty.

Neither knows what lies ahead.

Both are plagued with abstract fear.

Fading, Colleen kisses her son. The reality of Jake’s death is still new and horrible, but at least she has Bobby. And lying there, holding him, an unanswered question weighs heavy on her mind. Something she’d meant to ask hours ago, before the police arrived. Before she’d been asked to identify her husband’s mangled remains at the morgue.

“Bobby?” she whispers, unable to wait any longer.

“Bobby…how did you know?”

A moment passes.

Colleen feels the gentle rise and fall of her son’s chest, and knows that he’s asleep. The moment’s lost, and in the coming days, with so much hardship, the question will slip from her harrowed mind.

Eyes closing, she sighs.

The morgue…

…that…was…the worst…

Beaten, Colleen gives herself to gentle slumber.

On this night, there are no bad dreams.


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“Bobby’s Dream” is available in paperback and digital formats here:

https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/bobbys-dream-official-page/

Thank you for reading!

JLR


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