Synopsis

"Jersey Jezebel" is a follow up to my first book, "Jersey Justice" (
http://www.amazon.com/Jersey-Justice-Vinnie-Sorce-ebook/dp/B012YMGHDK/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8[1]) You will find the synopsis for "Jersey Justice" below.
"Jersey Jezebel" follows Jimmy Vincent, and his band of merry men, on yet another chaotic adventure, in their pursuit of helping people fight the injustices they cannot fight on their own.  

This time, it is a former school mate of the gang who is in trouble, and Ruthie "Ruthless" Wilson is behind it. A small timer, whose kids carry out every criminal idea their mother can come up with. Counterfeiting starts the ball rolling, and then things start to blow up, literally. When a little girl is caught in one of the explosions, and Jimmy discovers that her parents are the old school chums, well, let's just say, pissing off Jimmy Vincent is good way to get yourself dead...
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That night—I still have nightmares. It happened so quickly, so effortlessly. Walking to our cars in the far parking lot one fall night, we were jumped from behind. Eric hit the pavement quickly with a gash on his head. Blood trickled down his ear and he was dazed. I looked up to see the attackers. One was a large Puerto Rican kid, over six feet tall, who had hit Eric on the head with a piece of pipe. Even in the chilly air, he was wearing only a black muscle t-shirt and jeans. An American flag bandana covered his head and a diamond stud decorated his left ear. A snake tattoo on his right arm completed the picture. His accomplice was an overweight black man of medium height with no distinguishing features. He wore a Yankees cap and a black leather jacket. His pants were riding low, and his boxers showed in the rear. I didn’t know what kind it was, but a gun of some sort was stuck in his waistband.

As they came at me, I just stood there, frozen. I wasn’t terrified like I thought I should be. My breathing was calm and easy, my eyes focused on the six-footer first.

I was angry.
I was sick and tired of the world being this way for me, and for others like me. It had finally become time to fight back. The attacker raised his club, but he was too slow. I kicked him in the knee and heard a loud pop just before he let out an ear-piercing scream and fell hard to the ground.

I grabbed for the club and gave his buddy some unexpected dental work before he could even reach for his piece. He dropped to his knees and then fell face first to the pavement unconscious.

I felt under Tubbo and removed his weapon. I’d never held a gun before. It molded to my hand like it had always belonged there. Suddenly—I felt like I should never be without it again. The feeling was overwhelming and calming at the same time.

Without thinking twice, I stepped behind my unconscious mugger and fired two shots into the back of his head. It was easy, no remorse at all. I couldn’t believe how simple it was. The Puerto Rican kid tried to get up and run on his shattered knee after he saw this, his eyes wild with fear. He didn’t get far. Two shots to the back of his head made it a very short trip.

What had I done?
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My name is Jimmy Vincent; I “fix” things. Some people think I’m in the Mafia; I’m not. Some people think I’m a hit man; I’m not. Some people think I’m crazy.

They’re right.
I live in Jersey. I was brought up on a strict diet of sarcasm, bullies, and being a disappointment to my father.

I help people who can’t help themselves. I’ve turned my bullied past into a one-man private army of retribution for the silent majority, too afraid to speak.

A scumbag I helped put away eight years ago has come home to roost and to take me down for revenge. To complicate matters, my baby sister, Carmen, unwittingly got involved by marrying (her fifth time) into the problem and not knowing her new husband was a Miami drug lord who she stole ten million dollars from. Oh, and she shot his brother. Double oh, she brought the money, and the gun, to me. Did I mention she was blonde?

My dearest childhood friend Marci has been by my side since 7th grade. Until now, we’ve always remained just friends, but one small slip (translated: we hit the sheets) during the chaotic events following Carmen’s return changed the rules. Had I fallen in love with her while I wasn’t looking? If that was the case, I’d have to stop almost getting her killed so often.

I have to save my sister, save me and possibly save a new relationship.

What the hell? It’s just another day in Jersey.

[1]: http://www.amazon.com/Jersey-Justice-Vinnie-Sorce-ebook/dp/B012YMGHDK/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
[2]: www.vinniesorce.com
[3]: http://www.amazon.com/Jersey-Justice-Vinnie-Sorce-ebook/dp/B012YMGHDK/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

Outline

This is a fiction book, so there really isn't a "Chapter Outline." 

Each chapter moves the story along. 

Chapter one starts several months after book one, Jersey Justice, ends.

Audience

My audience will be thriller fans, who like goofy adventures and fun characters. Janet Evanovich's character, Stephanie Plum, was my inspiration. I believe her fans are my biggest target audience.

Promotion

I have a website,
vinniesorce.com[1], which is promoting my fist book, Jersey Justice. This site includes a blog[2]. I also have a Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/Vinnie.sorce.author[3]), Twitter (https://twitter.com/vinniesorce[4]) and my Amazon author page (http://www.amazon.com/author/vinniesorce[5])

[1]: http://vinniesorce.com
[2]: http://vinniesorce.com/blog
[3]: https://www.facebook.com/Vinnie.sorce.author
[4]: https://twitter.com/vinniesorce
[5]: http://www.amazon.com/author/vinniesorce

Competition

Any of the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich.

Mine are different in location, sex of main character, and they are just a bit more gritty. It's a slightly different take on her stories, with new twists and turns.