Robert Allen Michael, originally from West Virginia, began telling tales when he was eight. He started with ghost stories, like the ones he read in books and heard from his family. Late at night, he would spin these tales hoping to scare his sisters or impress his mother.
Robert is the author of over eleven titles including Dark Mountain, Cry Me a River, and the Jake Monday Chronicles. He writes character-driven plots that resonate with realism. Robert loves to engage with readers, so join him on Twitter (@InfiniteWord), Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Infinite-Word-Press/422143717854255), or on his website at www.infinitewordpress.com. If you would like to know about new releases, special promotions, free downloads, or competitions and giveaways, sign up for the newsletter at his website.
Robert is known to write while blasting loud music and drinking copious amounts of diet soda. When he isn't writing, or working at his day job in sales, Robert can be found reading a book, playing Xbox, or spending time with his wife Tracey..
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Manic Monday (The Jake Monday Chronicles #1)
Assassins have no fun...at least that is how Jake Monday feels. Sure, it pays well and has tons of great benefits like beautiful women, fast cars and expensive clothes. But, when you hate your job, how can you enjoy its perks? Jake finds that although he excels at killing, he finds no joy in it. He takes an assignment that changes his life forever. The world may never be the same.
The Vagary Tales
The Vagary Tales are a collection of eight short stories that each follow a separate path on a wandering journey. Several genres are represented, so there is a story to appeal to almost anyone.
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Smashwords book reviews by Robert Michael
- Bed Bug Ridden
on April 25, 2011
Bugs are awful. Bedbugs especially so. I like the way the author ends abruptly with the "punch line."
- Crossing the Wasteland
on June 01, 2011
A bleak tale told in the voice of a son who describes a dangerous trip through a war-torn wasteland while traveling a bus. The imagery is strong, but the narration lacks consistency. The voice of the son alternates between a marginally educated youth and an adult with a moderate vocabulary. At times, the willful suspension of disbelief is interrupted by the narrator slipping into an omniscient POV.
Lacking substantive dialogue (the first hint of dialogue occurs on page five), the story plods along, pushing dark, dingy, smoky images that manage to evoke the tone that was intended. In this respect the story is a success. The ending and the premise of the story is supported by the travails and the remarkable story that is told.
Despite the story's lack of polish, it shines as an example of how fathers and mothers are tasked with the unenviable responsibility to prepare their children for the realities and brutality of life. And of death.