Bruce A Borders-Author (2)RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR, Bruce A. Borders was born in 1967 in Cape Girardeau, MO. Bruce’s childhood years were spent in a number of states, including Missouri, Oregon, Wisconsin, and Wyoming.

During his high school years, he was a member of the football, basketball and track teams, involved in various non-athletic activities such as school yearbook production and photography, and won numerous awards for his artistic creations. Bruce graduated Valedictorian in 1984.
While in school, Bruce held three part-time jobs; a store clerk, a janitor, and a dental technician, working about 60-70 hours per week. After graduation, he became employed full time as a dental technician. Other jobs have included restaurant manager, carpenter, and grocery store cashier. For the past sixteen years, he has worked as a commercial truck driver, logging more than two million miles.
At the age of fifteen, Bruce decided to become a writer. He began by writing songs, news articles, and short stories. Eventually, books were added to the list. Over the years, he continued to write and currently has a catalog of more than 500 songs, numerous short stories and over a dozen completed books. He writes on a variety of subjects such as fictional novels of legal issues and westerns. Titles include: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, Miscarriage Of Justice, The Journey, and in The Wynn Garrett Series – Mistaken Identity, Holy Terror, Remote Control, Judicial Review, Even Odds, and Safety Hazard.

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Excerpt from Miscarriage Of Justice


Pulling up to her office, parking outside on the street as lately she’d begun to do, Mariana quickly forgot her woes. Engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice the phone ringing until her secretary said, “That’s your line.”

Without having time to consider whether or not it would be Ethan, she answered. After a brief pause, she almost hung up. Then she heard Jessi’s familiar voice.

“What are you up to?”

“Working,” Mariana said sharply. Then realizing she’d snapped at her friend, she said in a softer tone. “Some of us have to do that you know.”

“Hey, I work,” Jessi insisted.

“Yeah, right. Does your job now consist of calling your friends?”

“Not really,” Jessi answered. “Only the ones I’m worried about, which at the moment is just you.”

“Why are you worried about me?” Mariana asked innocently.

“Because I haven’t heard from you since I was down there, and as I recall, you had a certain lunatic trying to kill you.” Jessi retorted.

“I’m fine,” Mariana told her. “As you can see, or hear actually, I’m very much alive.”

“Has Ethan called anymore?” Jessi pressed. “Or come to visit?”

“Um…” Mariana hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the issue in the office setting. Glancing around nervously she said, “I’ll call you back.”

As the rest of the day dragged on, she nervously chewed her lip and found herself staring out the window, dreading the conversation she knew would be coming with Jessi. Her friend was pretty good at getting information out of people, while she herself was woefully incapable of not blabbing while being pressured by a friendly interrogator, especially Jessi.

She decided not to mention Ethan’s visit while she’d been in the shower, or his other activity, and even though it had been her friend’s idea, she wasn’t about to bring up Frankie Arimante and the deal they’d struck.

Leaving work early, at two minutes past four, she dialed Jessi’s number on her way home in the car. “Don’t say anything,” she reminded herself as the phone rang.

As if she’d been sitting by the phone, waiting for it to ring, Jessi answered immediately. “Start talking,” the impatient nurse demanded. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Mariana responded evasively.

“Uh-uh. Something is going on. The way you shut right up when I mentioned Ethan today.”

“I just didn’t want to talk about the subject in front of everyone at the office,” Mariana insisted.

“It’s more than that. This is Jessi, remember? I know you. I can hear it in your voice that something isn’t right.”

“Honest,” Mariana continued her charade. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Has Ethan called?”

“Well, yeah, he has. But only a couple of times. That’s nothing new.”

“Has he been back to your house?”

Mariana bit her lip. “No.” she said.

“You’re lying,” Jessi accused. “I can tell.”

“Okay. He’s been there, but…”

“You’re going to have to do something about this sooner or later,” Jessi warned. “You know that, right?”

“Hm, maybe,” Mariana avoided the question. Then projecting her usual optimism she said, “It’s no big deal. I can handle it.”

“Until he kills you!”

“Look,” Mariana said. “You don’t need to worry about me. In a few days it’ll all be over.” Instantly, she kicked herself. This is what she’d been afraid would happen. She hadn’t meant to say it; the words had just sort of slipped out. A subconscious effort to quell the grilling from Jessi, she supposed.

“And how do you know that?”

Sighing Mariana said, “I just know.”

“Okay. Now you’ve got me worried,” Jessi breathed. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did anything?” Mariana protested.

“You wouldn’t be so confident this would be over in a few days unless you knew something,” Jessi pointed out.

“All you need to know,” Mariana said, “is that it’ll all be over soon.”

“Why do I have to drag every bit of information out of you?” Jessi lamented. “I am your friend, you know. And you can trust me.”

Mariana took another deep breath. This is exactly what she’d wanted to avoid. She should’ve known better. She did know better. Yet, for some reason she’d tried to buffalo her friend anyway. “Okay,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll tell you. I hired a guy to get rid of him.” The words came in a rush, like she found them distasteful and wanted to get it over with.

“Get rid of him?” Jessi sounded suspicious. “How?”

“You know, just get rid of him.”

“Permanently? As in dead?”


“You hired a hit man?” Jessi was incredulous. “What were you thinking?”

“It was your idea,” Mariana reminded her.

“I was joking.” Jessi said in dismay. “I didn’t expect you  to actually do it.”

“You also said I was going to have to do something sooner or later. Well, I did.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant. What happens when you get caught?”

“I don’t plan on being caught,” said Mariana dryly.


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Bruce A. Borders

Miscarriage Of Justice

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Bruce it has been a pleasure hosting you again as our spotlight author. Thank you for visiting my blog and putting the spotlight on me. Your tour is going to be very successful.  Good luck and God Bless You.

Shirley L. Slaughter
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About Shirley Harris-Slaughter

I love old buildings and history. That's why I ended up writing about the history that surrounded me all of my life - "Our Lady of Victory, the Saga of an African-American Catholic Community." Plus our church had closed and the school is torn down, so I felt it was imperative that we preserve the history or it would be lost forever.
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