Author: TOM ABRAHAMS
ISBN: 978-1-937572-81-5 (E-BOOK) 1480107336 (PAPERBACK)
Page count: 415 (IN PAPERBACK)
Genre: POLITICAL THRILLER
Price: $2.99 E-BOOK / $12.99 PAPERBACK
Tom is a Texas television reporter and anchor who has spent 20 years covering local, national, and international news.
He’s interviewed Presidents, cabinet members, and leaders in congress. He’s reported live from the White House, Capitol Hill, and the United Nations.
Tom’s covered five national political conventions. He has flown with presidential candidates, gone backstage at their rallies, and broken stories about them on television and online.
He was at the Pentagon while smoke still rose in the hours after 9/11 and was in the room when Secretary Colin Powell made his case to the U.N. Security Council for war against Iraq.
Tom lives in the Houston suburbs with his wife, Courtney, and their two children.
Tell us about your book:
If you like Dan Brown or David Baldacci, you’ll love SEDITION.
The President of The United States is dead. There is no Vice President to take his place.
As the nation slips into a constitutional crisis, a small group of disenfranchised neo-patriots conspire to violently seize power.
They have the will. They already have someone on the inside. And they have the explosives.
Standing in their way is a woman who listens to conversations not meant for her to hear. She reads mail not intended for her to see. She knows their intention. But can she stop them in time?
SEDITION is a smart, fast-paced, modern day political novel woven in reality and based on the 1820 British plot, The Cato Street Conspiracy.
It navigates the thin line between good versus evil and patriot versus traitor, proving there’s always a reason behind treason.
How long did it take to write the book?
7 MONTHS, PLUS 9 MONTHS OF REWRITES
What inspired you to write the book?
In researching royal lineage, I came across a 19th century British plot called the Cato Street Conspiracy. I thought it would make for a fantastic novel. So I modernized it and set it in Washington DC.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I wrote in chunks. I might bang out twenty pages in a week, or I’d go two weeks without writing at all. It really had to fit into my regular life. I did a tremendous amount of research about our constitution, the artwork referenced in the book, and the documents I chose to reference in the narrative. I also interviewed constitutional lawyers over the feasibility of the plot.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
I hope they’re entertained and fascinated. I hope it prompts them to learn more about the real political issues discussed in the book. Those issues are fundamental to our rights and beliefs as Americans.
Where can we go to buy your book?
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
The book’s website is an interactive experience. Readers can view the artwork mentioned in the book, they can read links to real news events referenced in the story, and they can download/print documents used to construct the world of SEDITION. It’s at http://seditionbook.com
Excerpt from book:
Sir Spencer Thomas stirred the Chivas Regal Royal Salute with his left pinkie then sucked the rare liquid from his finger.
He’d saved the fifty year old scotch since 2003 when it was gifted to him at the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. Now was as good a time as any to self-medicate with a $10,000 bottle of Strathisla malted scotch.
From his high back, brown leather chair in his suite at the Hay-Adams Hotel he could see The White House, The Washington Monument, and the 52 inch LCD television alit with coverage of President Foreman’s sudden death. The news was minutes old and already the spin doctors were talking succession.
“The body isn’t even cold yet,” he thought and crossed his legs.
He took a sip from the leaded glass and listened to the commentary on T.V.
“What complicates matters so much,” opined the pundit on the screen “is that the President’s death comes so soon after the prolonged illness and death of the former Vice President. It leaves us with a bit of a constitutional crisis. The replacement nominee is confirmed, but hasn’t taken the oath. Does this mean the Speaker of The House becomes President? Does she take the reins only until V.P. nominee Blackmon is sworn in? Who is in control right now?”
At the bottom of the screen flashed a crawl of announcements. Sir Spencer muted the television as he read the information moving from right to left across the screen.
Wall Street trading suspended after sharp 900 point drop. Mourners gather outside 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Cabinet meets in emergency session in White House. Leadership vacuum not a concern, says Speaker Jackson. Doctors say Foreman’s last checkup revealed no health issues. Aneurysm suspected in President Foreman’s sudden death. Autopsy is scheduled for late tonight with results tomorrow.
Sir Spencer took another sip. The scotch was smooth and it finished with a creamy taste. He stood from the chair, using his left hand to balance his six foot five inch frame as he rose. It was a simple task that had become increasingly difficult with age and indulgence. Sighing slightly, he stepped to the window overlooking the People’s House and thought about the incredible opportunity that fate chose to bestow upon him.
The knight was a man for whom manifest destiny was a deep belief. It did not end with his adopted country’s purchase of Texas, as some historians suggested. It did not end with the Imperialism so many believe the U.S. employed in Iraq and Afghanistan.
It was, for him, the idea that America’s place as the world’s foremost military, economic, and social power was ordained in perpetuity. Sir Spencer believed the death of a president and the ensuing uncertainty might be exactly what was needed to regain its authority and rightful place in the hierarchy of nations.
This is what we’ve waited for. This is our opportunity.
Sir Spencer reached into the inside breast pocket of his combed, blue cashmere Kiton jacket. He pulled out his Sigillu encrypted cell phone and punched a series of numbers with his thumb, pressed send, and slipped the phone back into the pocket. “A Deo et Rege,” he murmured as he again lifted the glass to his lips. From God and The King. He could smell the strength of the scotch.