We're happy to be hosting William R. Leibowitz and his Miracle Man Book Blitz today!
About the Book:
Title: Miracle Man
Author: William Leibowitz
Publisher: Manifesto Media Group
Pages: 428
Genre: Cross-genre Thriller
Format: Paper/Kindle
REVERED
REVILED REMARKABLE
The victim of an
unspeakable crime, an infant rises to become a new type of superhero.
Unlike any that
have come before him, he is not a fanciful creation of animators, he is
real.
So begins the saga
of Robert James Austin, the greatest genius in human history. But where did his extraordinary intelligence
come from?
As agents of
corporate greed vie with rabid anti-Western radicals to destroy him, an
obsessive government leader launches a bizarre covert mission to exploit his
intellect. Yet Austin’s greatest fear is not of this world.
Aided by two
exceptional women, one of whom will become his unlikely lover, Austin struggles against abandonment and
betrayal. But the forces that oppose him
are more powerful than even he can understand.
Book Excerpt:
A tall figure wearing a black-hooded slicker
walked quickly through the night carrying a large garbage bag. His pale face was wet with rain. He had picked a deserted part of town. Old warehouse buildings were being gutted so
they could be converted into apartments for non-existent buyers. There were no stores, no restaurants and no
people.
“Who’d wanna live in this shit place?” he muttered to himself. Even the nice neighborhoods of this dismal
city had more “For Sale” signs than you could count.
He was disgusted with himself and disgusted with her, but they were too
young to be burdened. Life was already
hard enough. He shook his head incredulously. She had been so damn sexy, funny, full of
life. Why the hell couldn’t she leave
well enough alone? She should have had
some control.
He wanted to scream-out down the ugly street,
“It’s her fucking fault that I’m in the rain in this crap neighborhood trying
to evade the police.”
But he knew he hadn’t tried to slow her down
either. He kept giving her the drugs
and she kept getting kinkier and kinkier and more dependent on him and that’s
how he liked it. She was adventurous
and creative beyond her years. Freaky
and bizarre. He had been enthralled,
amazed. The higher she got, the wilder
she was. Nothing was out of bounds. Everything was in the game.
And so, they went farther and farther out
there. Together. With the help of the chemicals. They were co-conspirators, co-sponsors of
their mutual dissipation. How far they
had traveled without ever leaving their cruddy little city. They were so far ahead of all the other
kids.
He squinted, and his mind reeled. He tried to remember in what month of their
senior year in high school the drugs became more important to her than he
was. And in what month did her face
start looking so tired, her complexion prefacing the ravages to follow, her
breath becoming foul as her teeth and gums deteriorated. And in what month did her need for the drugs
outstrip his and her cash resources.
He stopped walking and raised his hooded head
to the sky so that the rain would pelt him full-on in the face. He was hoping that somehow this would make
him feel absolved. It didn’t. He shuddered as he clutched the shiny black
bag, the increasingly cold wet wind blowing hard against him. He didn’t even want to try to figure out how
many guys she had sex with for the drugs.
The
puddle-ridden deserted street had three large dumpsters on it. One was almost empty. It seemed huge and metallic and didn’t appeal
to him. The second was two-thirds full.
He peered into it, but was repulsed by the odor, and he was pretty sure
he saw the quick moving figures of rodents foraging in the mess. The third was
piled above the brim with construction debris.
Holding the plastic bag, he climbed up on the
rusty lip of the third dumpster.
Stretching forward, he placed the bag on top of some large garbage bags
which were just a few feet inside of the dumpster’s rim. As he climbed down, his body looked bent and
crooked and his face was ashen. Tears streamed down his cheeks and bounced off
his hands. He barely could annunciate,
“Please forgive me,” as he shuffled away, head bowed and snot dripping from his
nose.
About the Author:
William R. Leibowitz has been practicing entertainment/media law in New York City for a number of
years. He has represented numerous
renowned recording artists, songwriters, producers and many of the leading
record companies, talent managers, merchandisers and other notable
entertainment businesses. At one point,
he was the Chief Operating Officer/General Counsel for the Sanctuary Group of
Companies, a U.K. public company
that was the largest ‘indie’ music company in the world (prior to its
acquisition by the Universal Music Group).
William has a Bachelor of Science degree from New York University (magna cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa) and a
law degree from Columbia University. He lives in the village of Quogue, New York with his wife, Alexandria, and dog,
George.
William wrote Miracle
Man because of its humanistic and spiritual messages and because he
feels that in our current times – when meritless celebrity has eclipsed
accomplishment and the only heroes are those based on comic books, the world
needs a real hero –and that, of course, is Robert James Austin, the protagonist
in Miracle Man.
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