Posts Tagged ‘novel’
DEMIGODS Review
Posted: February 8, 2022 in Joe GiambroneTags: 5 Stars, book, book marketing, Demigods, novel, publish, read, readers, reading, review, supernatual, terrorism, top review
Bad Boys of Comedy
Posted: June 24, 2021 in Joe GiambroneTags: book, comedy, fiction, humor, novel, readers, reading, stand up, Wrecking Balls
Plus
Sad news. Erik Myers died, in a car accident. Myers was one of the greatest American stand-ups around. Don’t believe me?
WRECKING BALLS (Yeah an Ad, You Bastards)
Posted: April 1, 2021 in Joe GiambroneTags: book, books, comedians., comedy, fiction, funny, literature, novel, parody, read, readers, reading, satire, stand up, Wrecking Balls
When Supernaturals are implicated in terrorism…
Posted: July 23, 2019 in Joe GiambroneTags: bibliophile, book, book lovers, dark fantaay, Demigods, fantasy, fiction, mind control, novel, PROAPGANDA, reader, reading, superheroes, terrorism, war
the world is conditioned to look the other way,
except for one dying little boy with nothing to lose.
Yes, my fourth novel is up for PRE-ORDER, but to you, my loyal people, here’s the scoop. If you add your email to the Announcement List I’ll send out an email the day before it releases, and you’ll get a major discount.
DEMIGODS releases on September 26, 2019 through Indies United Publishing House, LLC.
An Antiwar Young Adult Apocalypse Thriller | #books
Posted: April 26, 2019 in Joe GiambroneTags: action, allegory, antiwar, apocalypse, book, J.Giambrone, mind control, novel, peace, publishing, readers, reading, scifi, SF, teen, thriller, Transfixion, war, YA, young adult
New cover for my 2013 story of the Apocalypse.
TRANSFIXION has a bunch of 5-Star Reviews.
Read
Here is my favorite review:
Fast-paced, thought-provoking and at times moving
TRANSFIXION #fiction #ya #scifi #antiwar
Posted: July 1, 2018 in Joe GiambroneTags: book, ebook, fiction, novel, sale, scifi, Transfixion, YA
Get Transfixion
That’s a hell of a bargain.
If you haven’t seen Kieran Kelly’s review of the novel, check it out here.
Wrecking Balls After-Christmas Sale
Posted: December 27, 2017 in Joe GiambroneTags: #fun, adult, bibliophile, book, buddy comedy, comedy, competition, fiction, friendship, funny, hilarious, humor, humour, jokes, novel, reader, readers, stand up, Wrecking Balls
#1?
Posted: October 10, 2017 in -, Joe GiambroneTags: book, book review, comedy, fiction, funny, humor, humour, literature, novel, reader, readers, stand up, Wrecking Balls
Wrecking Balls and the ladies…
Posted: September 25, 2017 in Joe GiambroneTags: comedy, drama, fiction, funny, hilarious, humor, novel, stand up comedy, twisted, Wrecking Balls
Wrecking Balls
Posted: September 2, 2017 in Joe GiambroneTags: book, books, chapter, humor, novel, readers, reading, stand up comedy, standup, Wrecking Balls
by
Joe Giambrone
Copyright 2016
Joe Giambrone
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Words scraped from Charleston’s dried-out throat, “Am I paralyzed?” He panicked, ignoring the perturbed cop, an older black detective towering over his hospital bed.
“Get the doctor back in here! What are you doing?”
“Stop changin’ the subject, Mr. Cranston. You’re in a lotta trouble.”
The blurry guy was probably more intimidating than he seemed. Charleston’s good eye spun in its socket. His body floated on a warm tropical sea.
“I need tests,” he said, his voice barely audible. Unable to raise his head, he sank to sleep again.
Uniformed policemen shuffled through the small curtained-off nook.
“So you were drinking?” The detective’s deep voice berated.
“Yeah. Of course. You have my blood already. The hell else do you want? Bloodsucker.”
The predicament might be humorous if only he could dig his way through the joke. Glancing right, he saw that his wrist had been handcuffed to the gurney’s railing, big silver bracelets reflecting ugly green hospital light. His body ambiguous from the morphine, the opiate splashed into his bloodstream.
“Tell me about the crash then.”
That blob of a detective held some potential. The man fronted like he already knew all the answers. Charleston resisted, swallowed, and attempted to reestablish feeling with his tongue.
“I have no recollection senator. Why don’t you ask Giordano? I’m the victim here. I need care.”
He could hear the E.R.’s cacophony outside the sterile white curtains. Doctors barked orders, and patients rolled by.
“Is that so?” The detective scratched a note. “The victim?”
“You’re fuckin’ A right. Fat fuck was trying to kill me. It’s on the video.”
“Uh huh…”
Charleston tugged at his handcuff. “Wait. I’m supposed to get a phone call.”
The man grinned with pity. “Yeah? Who do you want to call?”
As he scanned the bland curtains in confusion, he realized he was friendless. “I guess a lawyer. Public defender?”
The cop flipped through his pad. “The eyewitnesses said you rammed your vehicle into Giordano’s.”
Charleston’s jaw, inhibited by a tight neck brace, forced his mouth open. “No that’s not right. I defended myself. Self-defense.”
The man cocked his head. “So you remember the crash now?”
Charleston’s un-bandaged eye peered up, pinned wide open.
“Is he uh? Is he all right? Gary? Is he okay?”
The detective shook his head angrily. “I’m askin’ the questions. Get it?”
“Well he’s not dead, is he?”
“Did you crash your car intentionally?”
Charleston breathed to stall for time.
“He fucks with me. That’s how all of this shit started. Okay? He’s a real fuckin’ asshole.”
The detective’s eyebrow tensed, and he stared down coldly.
“All of what shit started?”
Chapter Two
The incident began in an innocuous conversation. Charleston was on the cusp of his thirtieth birthday. He and Giordano still sat on a couch playing video games most days, surrounded by food containers and Gary’s wayward butts. Their cheap Reseda apartment, on ground level, sat in the center of the Los Angeles sprawl, five minutes from everywhere. Charleston pressed pause. “La, la, la—Labia. That’s such a great word. Underutilized.”
“Tastes great too.” Gary Giordano had surpassed the 300 pound mark, and he munched on gourmet jelly beans.
Charleston popped a stick of watermelon gum as he pondered. “Labia. Lady parts. Gotta get the L in there. Labyrinth. Labial labyrinth?”
“Lake?”
“No…” Charleston reached for his ever-present notebook. “Ladle?” He raised his bushy brow. “Ladle the labia?”
Gary said, in cockney accent, “Lappin’ up them labia lips, laddie.”
“Wait. It’s coming. It’s coming.”
“That’s what she said.”
Charleston swept out his palms. “Labia. Arcadia. Uh. Anastasia?”
“Gonorrhea?” Gary hunted for his cigarette pack.
“The obvious.”
“Yeah. Call me Captain Obvious. Just fuckin’ pay me.” Gary obtained a cigarette, but he was unable to locate his lighter.
“No, dude. There’s more to this labial phenomenon than meets the eye.”
“Or the tongue? Oooh. Gonorrhea tongue. Yum.” Gary flicked his tongue about.
“Class act, Gar. All the way. Lydia! Lydia would work! Lydia’s labia. Something.”
Gary caught sight of the darkness through their living room window. “Hey what the hell time is it?”
Charleston checked his phone.
“Shit!”
WRECKING BALLS – 1/2 PRICE #deal #sale #promotion #kindle
Posted: August 9, 2017 in -, Joe GiambroneTags: book, booknerd, bookwork, cheap, comedians, comedy, deal, discount, fiction, funny, humor, literature, novel, reader, readers, sale, stand up, stand up comedy, Wrecking Balls
Wrecking Balls is a new novel about stand-up comedians, and it’s for comedians. It’s the struggle to make it in comedy, and you’ll laugh your ass off.
Tested on guinea pigs, otherwise known as book reviewers. Here’s what they said:
“Giambrone has a way with words and telling a story, and this story works.”
–Amy’s Bookshelf
“I recommend this book to anyone looking for a good laugh.”
–Theresa on Goodreads
“Clearly, if you think being funny is easy, you will be enlightened in ways you couldn’t imagine!”
–Tome Tender Book Blog
Wrecking Balls is only $1.49 e-book version until this Friday. There are way more than 150 jokes in this novel, which is truly novel and worthy of the label. Do the math, but the clock is running.
Amazon Deal
“Just wanted to let you know I’ve just finished reading Wrecking Balls and if I continue to laugh like so, I may rupture something.”
-Charlie Ferguson
Wrecking Balls – also available in paperback for your erotic tactile pleasure.