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Blondie's Books From Friends (BFF) Author Spotlight on David Perlmutter

David P Perlmutter
Author, Marketeer 

This week on my author spotlight I bring you an international sensation, David Perlmutter, and his debut biographical book Wrong Place Wrong Time. It is based on David’s trip to Marbella, Spain, with its promise of adventure and fun. Instead, he found the most terrifying time of his life.

It is the #1 best seller in True Crime in the US, Australia, India and Spain, #3 in the UK. Overall on Amazon he ranks top 50 across Amazon in Drama and Biography. You don’t get 232 five-star reviews without a killer book. Find out for yourself here on Amazon. 

Indie Marketing Book available here

It was inevitable that I run into David on social media because he is EVERYWHERE! If you’re an indie author you need to take a few pointers from David, his marketing machine is quite impressive and it is paying off big time. 

He has a little book about that called My Way and you can find it here. I’m reading it now and my mother in law is a non-fiction reader and she is getting Wrong Place Wrong Time for her birthday. Shhh, don’t tell her. It’s on Friday!

Here are the ways you can connect with David:

facebook https://www.facebook.com/wrongplacewrongtimebook

Twitter @davepperlmutter

Pin http://www.pinterest.com/dpp993/pins/

Blog http://thewrongplaceatthewrongtime.blogspot.co.uk/

WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME

WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME is a gripping true-life story of an unimaginable nightmare and how my ticket to a new life turns out to be a one-way ticket to hell. 

Excerpt from Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Slowly, I made my way to the beach. It was deserted apart from a handful of joggers out for an early morning run and a few old-timers enjoying the quiet time before the onslaught of tourists would emerge. The sand was soft, but felt damp and uninviting from the morning dew. I slumped onto it, pulling my legs towards my chest, my ribs throbbing with every move and jolt. Looking around, I spotted Chico’s in the distance - the bar where I’d met Kelvin and his brother on my second day. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Back then I’d felt young and free, looking at the world through expectant eyes, but right then, on that beach, I felt as old as the trees. I scanned the beach, looking for The Son of Elvis, my American friend. A friendly face, a shoulder to lean on and a much needed hit of a strong joint to sooth the pain would have been wonderful, but I couldn’t see him or Hound Dog anywhere.

I sat staring out to sea and felt the soft ocean breeze drift towards me. The sea was a beautiful colour but I couldn't identify it. Was it aquamarine? I counted the waves, each one becoming stronger, and watched the seventh one crash against the shore. The golden rays of sun burned through the last remaining white cloud in the sky and it was such a welcome feeling that I uncurled myself and stretched out on the sand. My ribs throbbed but I lay there waiting for the sun to work its magic and heal me. A little while later, and somewhat soothed, I shed my clothes, placed them on the sand and bathed in the sea for as long as I could manage.

I emerged feeling cleansed and sunk into the warmth and softness of the sand. Closing my eyes, my thoughts turned to my family, and a tear trickled from the corner of my eye. I was lonely, tired and in pain and would have given anything to magic myself back home – to have Mum fussing around me, making me tea and toast. I had neither money nor food, my belongings were out of reach and I had no return ticket to the UK. In fact my only possessions were my passport and the clothes on my back.

I must have fallen asleep for some time because when I awoke, it was to the gentle hum of conversation, and I found myself surrounded by holiday makers unpacking their bags, stripping off their clothes and laying their towels on the sand. The muted hues of the desolate beach a few hours earlier had transformed into a blur of colour and I lay there for a while, my eyes picking out the greens, oranges and pinks of swimwear. 

There was a blonde nearby rubbing oil into her skin and I watched her, mesmerized, as she rubbed and massaged it up and down the length of her legs. She was amazingly toned and had I been a photographer, I’d have positioned her in the exact spot she was standing in - with the sun to her side, highlighting the small dragon tattoo on her inner left thigh.  When she removed her bikini top and produced a pair of beautiful, natural breasts that bounced every time she moved, I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I shifted onto my side to make it a little less obvious, but I carried on watching her. Being discreet had never been one of my strong points, and when she started to oil up her breasts, it was obvious that she was doing it for her audience. She seductively rubbed them - her left, then her right - and then, as if to rub it in even more, she tweaked her nipples. 

For a moment I actually believed I was in with a chance - and that just intensified the stirring in my boxer shorts - but it was short-lived. Her equally beautiful boyfriend appeared, took hold of the oil and began massaging it into her back. I turned away at that point, thinking about what a lucky bastard he was, and as my erection subsided I wondered if I’d get the opportunity to meet someone of my own. As much as I tried to put her out of my mind, I couldn’t help but think of Rosa.

Bored with the beach, I decided to leave the beautiful couple to it and take a walk into the main town of Marbella. The streets were busy with tourists searching for gifts to take back to loved ones and the cafes were full of people having a late breakfast or an early lunch. As the smell of fried bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, I tried to ignore my hunger and wandered aimlessly around the town wondering where my next meal would come from and where I’d be sleeping that night.

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