Friday, November 25, 2022

Christmas Special

 💣 Kietzman Show Christmas Special: 💣 

The first 10 KKHI listeners to message me and let me know you bought a copy in any format (ebook, audio, etc), I will send a  📗 free autographed paperback. 📕  Use the CONTACT ME feature. Offer good until 2023

It was great time being on the show. Please Listen! If you haven't already.

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Audiobook Available Now on iTunes and Audible


I’m thrilled to announce the release of the AUDIO BOOK version of my novel, THE HILLS BE SHAKEN!

The production was narrated by the very talented Eric Baker. He really brings the story to life.

Available on iTunes or FREE with an Audible membership. And Audible is free to try for a month!

The Little Apple was shaken by the attack. The FBI needs an engineer. His name is Mose Haley.


With over a hundred reviews to date, it is Fresh with an Audience Score of 98% on Goodreads and 4.5 Stars on Amazon.

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

I'm Just an Engineer

 I'm just an engineer.

I'm not a marketer or a salesmen. I don't have any advertising budget to speak of. And to top it off, I'm an engineer. You won't find this introvert knocking on doors. But despite all of that, my little-novel-that-could has managed to get 48 ratings on Amazon, averaging 4.5 stars and 32 ratings on Goodreads, also averaging 4.5 stars! And more are coming in each day. Thank you, each and every one means so much.

Check out this chart from good reads, 31 out of the 32 ratings are 3/4/5-stars. That means 97% percent of these good people liked or loved my book. Amazing.

Please give it a try. And if you like it, please tell a friend or two. 

I'm just an engineer.

Best, Stew

CLICK HERE to buy on Amazon. Ebook only $2.99 Or FREE on Kindle Unlimited

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

#1 Best Seller and 4.5 Star Average!

"Though the mountains fall and the HILLS BE SHAKEN" -Isaiah 54:10

Buy Now for 99 cents

Look at all those five-star reviews (60% wow!)

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Free Novel - This Week O N L Y

F R E E !!! 

THE HILLS BE SHAKEN is free this week. Grab a copy, they are flying off the shelves as we speak!

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Thursday, May 26, 2022

STILL a #1 Best Seller

 Six weeks after launch and STILL a #1 Best Seller on Amazon and STILL going strong.

"Though the mountains fall away and the hills be shaken, My love shall never fall away" Isaiah 54:10


Friday, May 13, 2022

She Had a Look About Her

 THE HILLS BE SHAKEN is an Amazon #1 Best Seller


When the FBI needs an engineer, they call Mose Haley.

Read it today for $0.99 THE HILLS BE SHAKEN

Thursday, May 5, 2022

Now a #1 Best Seller

 THE HILLS BE SHAKEN is an Amazon #1 Best Seller


The world's first engineering thriller

When the FBI needs an engineer, they call Mose Haley.

Read it today for $0.99 THE HILLS BE SHAKEN

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

THE HILLS BE SHAKEN - Launch Day - Lucky April 13th





Mose had a flashback of his first day of high school. He had been a late bloomer and when he first stepped on campus, his weight was in the nineties, his height started with a four, and his voice was so high-pitched that when he answered the phone at home, most people thought they were talking to his sister. His confidence level back then was at a lifetime low. But on this, his first day as an FBI agent, he may just take the trophy away from the pizza-faced, gel-haired version of himself that once was. The kid that only dreamed of kissing a girl and growing armpit hair, was now supposed to chase bad guys?

Start reading your copy today of THE HILLS BE SHAKEN for only 99 cents.

Friday, March 25, 2022

Free Autographed Paperback

Get a free paperback copy of THE HILLS BE SHAKEN, autographed!

All you need to do is pre-order The Hills Be Shaken e-book for 99 cents and Tweet a screenshot of the 99-cent purchase (be sure to mention me in the tweet, so I know. @humpdayhoopla). That's it! Then the signed novel will be in the mail on launch day, lucky April 13th. You can DM me your address.

The Hills be Shaken is Die Hard meets MacGyver. 

The attack caused a dam to collapse, killing thousands. It was only the beginning. The FBI needs help. They need an engineer. They need Mose Haley.

Pre-order for 99 Cents!

Thursday, March 10, 2022

Larry, Get the Remington

THE HILLS BE SHAKEN is SEVEN meets MACGYVER. Finally a thriller with an engineer as the hero.

“Larry, get the Remington.”

He leaped out of the chair. The dish and fork bounced on the rug.

“What do I need that for?”

“The dog’s back, she’s popped a cork.” The sliding glass patio door was like the kitchen window, also a black rectangle on the wall. It showed only their reflections on a shiny background of blackness. “I think there might be someone out there with her. Get the Remington.”

“Aw Hell.” Larry stomped across the room, threw open the sliding patio door. The unoiled steel tracks of the door let out a brash screech. He marched into the night, ignoring his wife’s recommendation to grab the 12-guage shotgun. “What is it, Savannah?”

He paced out onto the gravel. His eyes were adjusting to the low light of the evening.

“Mr. Jones?” a voice said.

Larry spun to the general direction of the unknown visitor. He shuffled his feet backward, struggling to maintain his balance, as rocks jabbed his feet through his tube socks.

“I’ve come alone, and I’ve come a long way to find you.”

Larry reached into the center front chest pocket on his overalls and grabbed for his pack of cigarettes; his lighter was inside the pack. His fingers danced around in his pocket. He felt his own heart pounding against his sweaty hand. Finally clutching the pack, he dumped the contents into his other hand, the cigarettes and his lighter bounced off his open palm and rained onto the dusty unpaved driveway. He dropped to his knees feeling around in the dirt and rocks for his lighter, with his gaze fixed into the black night, searching.

Finally grasping his lighter he lit the flame.

“Oh dear God, sweet God.” He backed away slowly. “Iris, call 911.”

“I’ve found you,” The voice said again.

Larry continued to inch backward.

Just as a breeze blew out his flame, Larry tripped, fell over the lawn mower, and screamed.

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Sunday, February 27, 2022

Sam Hadn't Yet Noticed the Blonde

 New Novel Coming April 13, 2022. Pre-order the eBook on Amazon today!

The Hills Be Shaken

Sam hadn’t yet noticed the blonde. The cute blonde. Out for a run with her bare arms and legs clad in beads of sweat. Although sweat is not the right word for the sparkling bits of perspiration that adorn this pretty girl, or any girl. It can be endearing, like the glow of a pregnant woman but more so, sexier. If it’s the right girl. Like the one across the street growing up. The confident girl that could always beat the neighborhood boys playing knockout in the driveway. The one the boys secretly liked.

It was the start of a hot Fourth of July. Despite the sticky morning, the park was thronged with patriotic Americans enjoying a day off.

The other joggers had to stop and back away from the concrete path as the blonde approached. She had a look about her, gorgeous. She also had a semi-automatic handgun on her belt and an AR-15 rifle slung over her shoulder.

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

About Me

My “Why”

Why do I write?

I write to find out what happens. It’s as simple as that. I don’t know where a scene is going until I see the words appear on screen. Sure, it’s my fingers pounding the Qwerty, but it’s like it’s from a deep recess in my brain where my conscious mind is not allowed. When I write, it’s as fun as sitting down to watch a movie with a surprise twist or curling up with a suspense novel that keeps you turning pages. That’s why I write, to find out what happens next.


The inception of The Arch Emulator and the Seven Keys:

I once heard that there are seven people on earth with the Stigmata. No more and no less. I thought, why seven? Perhaps the seven have some unknown purpose, like shepherding the people of the seven continents through the apocalypse. And that was it, the small little idea that grew to become The Arch Emulator and the Seven Keys. An ancient prophecy says that when the seven are spread across the seven continents, it’s game over. Oh, and I also wanted to do Romeo and Juliet on Antarctica.


The inception of The Hills Be Shaken:

Engineer becomes cop. Bam, simple idea. As an engineer myself, I would daydream imaginary scenarios where the cops need help from an engineer to solve some sort of crime.  From there the story just came together and I wrote a yarn that I would want to watch if it were a movie. It’s got all the action and suspense of a Die Hard with all the fun escape room stuff of MacGyver. It’s the story I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

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Saturday, January 29, 2022

Kim Doppler

“I know I’m just a kid, but I think I found something terrible.”

That’s what I told the 911 operator when I was 14. I was right, too. Well, maybe I was wrong depending on how you look at it. Because of me, I’m alive, and so is the president. At least I think she’s alive, we don’t hear much from her anymore. Is there even an America left anymore?

Because of me. Because of me.

Because of me, millions of Americans are dead. If I hadn’t made that call on that day . . . well, things would have been different. But I got to believe it all happened for a reason, like it was all part of some grand plan. When I tell myself that, I feel better. Still, it’s hard living in this bunker, wondering each day as I wake, “will I get to see the sun today?” Some days I do. Those are good days.

My mom was white. My dad was Hispanic. My name is Kim Doppler. I’m black.

I’m 23 now, and I never met my biological parents. I only have memories of my foster parents. I have three brothers and two sisters, they’re of all ages . . . and races. Some are white some are black, some are brown. I can’t really keep track of all of them. My parents just loved adopting kids, I guess. Still, as many of us as there were, and as hard as my parents worked, there was still enough love to go around, somehow. Love is like fishes and loaves that way.

I’m the oldest girl. When I’d talk to my mom, we’d refer to the rest of them as “the kids”, in fact, I used to joke with my mom, that they were my kids. I’ve always felt like I needed to be the one to take care of everyone else. Not sure why, but I guess I was, at least, mature enough to tell my mom was in a bit over her head. She’s great. I wouldn’t take any other mom. I wish I could walk past her in the house and smell her perfume. I wish she were still alive.

My dad was never around. There were two kinds of dads in my neighborhood growing up, both kinds weren’t around. There’s the one that aint around because he’s not man enough to take on the responsibility of raising kids. My dad wasn’t that kind. My dad was the one that wasn’t around because he worked about 80 hours a week. He put food on the table. And had a table in the first place. As a kid, there were days I wish I had one less meal if it meant I could see my dad. Most days were that way. I wish they still were that way. I wish he was still alive.

My mom was a saint.

That’s why she needed my help. Brushing hair and cooking breakfast and paying the water bill. Yes, I dropped the monthly payment off at the city building. It’s OK, I needed to walk the other kids to school anyway, and it’s on the way. My mom would let me lick the envelope; the taste had a hint of spearmint. First, I’d walk the kids, then I’d drop the payment at the city building, then I’d walk to my high school. It’s a straight line, more or less.

I guess all that responsibility had given me strength and allowed me to grow beyond my then 14 years of age, because school was easy peasy. Straight A’s were nothing. School had been a joke to me for those last few years. I could hardly bear it. I stopped most days at the public library after school to grab a new book for the evening. The library is on the way home from school, more or less.

I know everything there is to know about planetary motion, spacecraft transfer orbits, solar system escape trajectories. Everything. For my 8th grade science fair project, I successfully, physically simulated Voyager 2’s double gravity assist slingshot off of Jupiter and Mars. Think about that. How did that not win?

I’ll tell you how it did not win: Jerk Dexter. Oops, did I say Jerk, I mean Jack. He made a stupid volcano that won the science fair. A volcano! Come on Jerk, volcanoes were old news in 1973 when Peter Brady made one for his science fair.


To be fair, it was pretty cool. Jerk made two different models, one was a simulated Mount St. Helens, with working tectonic plates to simulate Northwestern Pacific Convergent Boundary. His second model simulated a hot-spot style volcano like you’d see in Hawaii. Nothing too impressive here, but he did add phosphorescent liquid to his magma and covered the entire model with a black sheet to get the lighting as minimal as possible so that the magma glowed bright orange for the stupid judges.

His parents gave him a blank check to buy supplies. Meanwhile my supplies consisted of old pickle jars and empty ajax bottles.

I was so mad. I told myself I would stop at nothing to get that trophy the next year. Jack Dexter would not repeat as champion. So, I spent most nights on the roof, swatting mosquitos and looking through my $80 telescope, trying to prove evidence of a ninth planet in our solar system. I figured that should win me the Nobel Prize, easy peasy. Then if that happened, the dumb judges at the Shawnee County Science Fair would surely give me first prize. It was then that I made the discovery. Not the ninth planet. Something far greater, far worse. It’s funny how your world can change in one instant. Then your life is totally different from that moment on. In an infinitesimal fraction of a second, you can go from deputy mom to full-fledged grownup. I was a kid, pretending to be an adult, but I was still a kid, until that moment.

That whole day is like a vivid film strip in my brain. On the way to school, my mom was backing out of the driveway. It was one of the rare days she actually drove me to school. It was snowing, that was her exception, she’d drive us if it were snowing. I was riding shotgun because, of course I was. I remember rubbing my hands together and warming them in the air vents on the dashboard. As we approached the street, I saw the two Metter kids playing in the street. They’re neighbor kids, “always on the loose” my mom would say. Today was no different. They were running and sliding on the packed white snow-ice in the street. I warned my mom.

“We got Metters, at four o’clock,” I had said. My breath like a fog.

“Thanks,” Mom said. “I see them. Buggers.”

She eyeballed them as she continued in reverse. Maybe if I hadn’t warned her, she would have seen what was coming from the other direction. But she didn’t. She didn’t see the bulldozer coming from the other direction. Yes, that’s right, a bulldozer was driving down our street. I’m not sure why, heading to a construction site, I guess. We never saw it coming. Luckily it wasn’t going fast, and no one was hurt. Still, a machine designed for pure destruction is still going to do what it does best, even when slowed down. It totaled our minivan.

My mom was pissed.

She said she was mad at herself, but I could tell she was mad at me. Mad for distracting her.

I was mad at me too.

Later that night was when I found it in the sky. I had been shivering on the roof for hours that night leading up to the discovery. It was my way of coping with the guilt of the accident. Regardless, I had found it. A little speck of light that was no brighter than any of the other stars, but I could tell within a few moments it was not a star. It was moving in a slightly different direction than the other stars in the night sky. This object was much closer. I took some initial measurements that evening and did some rough preliminary calculations. As I told you earlier, I know planetary physics, and when I say “I know” something, trust me I KNOW it. Planetary physics or Kepler Mechanics as we call it, was one of my passions.

After two simple measurements of the object’s position, spaced ten minutes apart, along with looking up on NASA’s website to find earth’s current position in the solar system at the time of the measurements, I was able to get a rough trajectory of the object plotted. At the time I couldn’t be sure of what I had found. I would need to follow up the measurements with days’ worth of data to fine tune the trajectory and plot a more accurate course.

But all that extra measurement only did one thing. It confirmed my initial fear on that night was correct.

In 46 days, the object, an asteroid, would come from the direction of the constellation Aries and impact earth.

An excerpt from the novel, The Arch Emulator and the Seven Keys.

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Monday, January 17, 2022


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