DON HEYWOOD

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Don Heywood has a Bachelor’s Degree in both Economics and Psychology as well as a Master Degree in Business Administration in Organizational Management, both from Syracuse University. He loves running, hiking and kayaking. He spends zero time on social media since he is too busy actually living in the real world.

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HIS DEBUT NOVEL

The Needle Shower

The Needle Shower by Don Heywood

This is a story of love and friendship like no other. A story of a crime which shakes that love and friendship to the very core and begs an answer to the question, “What would you do for love?”.

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HIS LATEST NOVEL

Dead Luck

There is good luck, there is bad luck.

In 1913 Nate McCoy, a Springfield, Massachusetts detective, visited one of the most horrific crime scenes he had ever seen at which a ten-year old boy had been held captive. Years later, after the case was officially closed, he was disposing of the evidence when he came across a hidden manuscript written by the boy.

As he read the narrative, it seemed to be nothing more than a beautifully written fictional story. Nate thought, though, that what was written was impossible with no conceivable explanation. He soon found out that it was true.

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Dead Luck

Chapter 1: Springfield, Massachusetts 1913

The rusty spike. It jutted out of the basement floor like an ancient stalagmite. It seemed to mock him, daring him to try to escape from its corroded grasp. A dirty chain bolted to it was secured to his ankle by an inch-wide tarnished clamp, fastened with a lock. Over time, it had abraded the skin away to the point that under it only coral colored scar tissue remained.

His sole purpose in life now was to attack the spike. It drove his every waking second, his every breath, ever since he had first grabbed it and discovered that it moved slightly in the old fractured concrete. His only weapon against it was a discarded nail he had found along the damp foundation wall. Again, and again, and again he pulled it, making a slight indentation into the ancient concrete surface alongside the spike. How long had he been at it? Time no longer had significance. A long way to go, still. No time to stop.

He would dream that one day he would be free. He often thought about what his mother always told him, which was that if one can imagine something, then it can become real. This thought is what sustained him every second of every day.

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