Reseña del libro "Dexter Boomstick"
"A tale of young love dives into the deep, dark end of monsters, science fiction, military action, and psychological thrills..." An explosion at a small-town hospital unleashes an army of paranormal creatures. The town's only hope is Dexter "Boomstick" Reynolds, a former high school baseball star and sporting goods store manager. Dexter must find his girlfriend Roxanne, battle the Soup-Can Knight and discover the mysteries of where it all began, including the origin of The Golden Slugger. Will the mystical Golden Slugger baseball bat, business casual attire, and devilishly good looks be enough for Dexter to prevail?45,000 words of horror, romance, action, and adventure. Dexter Boomstick contains adult language, violence, and some sexual content. Chapter 1 Dexter's jeep idled in front of Roxanne's house while rain slashed through the exhaust smoke swirling above the brake lights. The pair sat together, clasping their fingers as "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton played. The night sky was a black obsidian dome, as infinite as it was suffocating. The serenity of the jeep was interrupted when Dexter noticed a shadow lurching down the street. It was Mr. Hecht, Roxanne's neighbor. Dexter's jaw clenched as Hecht stomped and bobbed like a vulture. The shadow cast from the streetlight made Hecht appear as though he were ten feet tall. A white plastic bag swung from his hand. The gnarled old man glanced at the jeep and grunted to himself, turning up his walkway. The one unkempt with tall grass and weeds. A rickety screen door crashed behind him as he disappeared into his tiny old house. Dexter wrapped his arm around Roxanne, pulling her close and hoping she hadn't noticed the man she'd caught staring at her through her bedroom window the summer before. "Hey," Roxanne cooed, caressing Dexter's leg. The warmth of her hand radiated into his thigh. "Tell me what's going on in that head of yours." Dexter exhaled in relief, assuming she'd missed him, and turned to her. She was a small wonder in the blue light from the dashboard. The tops of her tan legs glistened with rain droplets. Her hazel eyes looked concerned, but her lips curled in a smile. "Tell me," She begged, leaning in and kissing his neck. Your crazy neighbor was Dexter's initial thought, but Roxanne's kisses sent tingling waves of bliss throughout his chest to the pit of his stomach, and beyond. So, he just moaned and smiled like an idiot. He'd met her on the job, where she greeted him with a smile the dawn would envy. She was the most beautiful godly creation he'd ever seen. "I feel spacey," Dexter said. The long workweeks at Joe's Sporting Goods were getting to him. "I just need a good night's sleep." Roxanne brushed the ringlets of wet hair from his forehead and pushed the locks back behind his ear. "You're always sleepy!" she said, "but tomorrow is supposed to be beautiful. You'll get a good night's sleep, and then you'll feel all refreshed." She kissed him. "Text me when you get home." She kissed him several more times, then bounced over and opened the passenger side door.Dexter watched in awe. She was such an incredible, beautiful being. He didn't believe in God anymore, at least in the way his Catholic upbringing portrayed God, but he thanked all the chaos and mystery in the universe and the road that led such a wonderful person to him. His only regret in life since he met Roxanne was not meeting her sooner. She was his soul mate, sashaying up the path to the front door of her parent's ranch home on her "grasshopper legs," as she called them. The light in the doorway barely illuminated the red door. She turned to blow him a kiss. The door closed behind her, and she was gone...
