Tuesday, February 16, 2016

How to buy Robert L. Conley Novels

     I want to take a minute and thank everyone that has bought a book or a Kindle. It's been a pleasure hearing back from you. Again to contact me click here. I promise to keep writing for as long as these fingers and brain work.

     I also want to take a moment to tell those that haven't read my work yet, that if you like page turning adventures I'm your guy. I've been told that it's like reading the Bourne novels.

     You can find them all at Amazon Author Page for Robert L. Conley with new novels coming all the time. I've got a bunch more coming soon. It just seems like it takes forever to get them up. I can write them about as fast as I can get them published.


Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Ballet Shoes

Dan stood there. Glazed eyes still wanting to be close to her. Watching, looking all around, knowing. Far away now but there had been a time. The glazed hardened eyes softened for a second as he remembered.
His eyes darted around his perimeter one more time. His immediate thought was why? Why didn't he just let it happen? He'd be closer to her wouldn't he? All that religion crap he was taught when he was younger said so. He could go to heaven couldn't he?
Within the tree line he could see the casket being lowered. For the first time since he was a kid tears slipped out of his eyes. The extreme sadness that he had felt once in his life was turning him sideways one more time.
His eyes went blank and the tears stopped as fast as they started. He would wait until they all left then he would go to her.
He didn't feel the cold or the snow melting inside his shoes. Nothing mattered anymore unless it was the state's evidence he was going to turn. He was sick of the killing. The immoral, horrid way of life he had lived.
Why would they kill a mob boss when his wife and ten year old child were with him? They had done nothing. Especially Jess. An innocent child. Why didn't that fatal bullet hit him. It was supposed to. That's why he was there. If his arm had been an inch to the left it would have hit bone. Instead it went through and hit Jess. He wasn't fast enough.
He hadn't felt the pain until now. The pain in the arm and the multiple bruises in his chest and gut. He lit another cigarette. He laughed. The damn things would kill him one day. Yeah right. What a bunch of crap. Something else had his name written all over it.
Everyone was gone. He walked slowly through the snow. His legs were heavy, like in a dream. Once he saw the casket there would be no denial.
Jess had changed his life. He remembered the very moment. She had begged him for a year to come and watch her practice ballet. Ballet? What kind of crap was that. A wiseguy, bodyguard didn't do ballet. Didn't think about ballet. Didn't watch ballet. Their relationship had been tenuous at best. He needed to guard her, not watch her dance. He needed to stand guard out front of the studio and protect her from the outside world. His world was simple. Guard her with his life or his boss would kill him.
For some reason that day, Jess took his hand. His hand enveloped hers. It was huge around hers, but hers felt strong. She pulled on him to come inside. When her pleading blue eyes caught his that day the tenuous relationship was over.
He remembered smiling and something flipping around in his chest. It was probably the bullet proof vest. He walked beside her. She was almost skipping.
She introduced him to her teacher who seemed scared and hesitant to shake his hand. There was the bulge under his suit coat jacket. His face did have a scar from a knife fight long ago that someone else had lost. His nose didn't set just right on his face and the part in his hair wasn't a natural but one that was made by a bullet. No one could see a soul in his eyes except for Jess. She had seen it from the very beginning. Even if he didn't know it, she did.
She kept holding his hand as if to say "You're safe with me". He didn't understand. He wasn't a dummy but she had something stronger. Her heart was full of love and compassion. She would show him the way just like she showed him the way to the front row seat. She didn't let go of his hand until he was seated. Of course he didn't let go of hers either.
Her tights were a little too tight, Dan thought, but she was dressed like everyone else. With a swish and a swirl and a rubber band her perfect blond hair was in a bun on top of her head. She automatically walked to the dance bar: toes never leaving the floor and began her stretching.
Before she even started any routine, she laid her heel on the bar and placed her face on her knee and smiled at him. It was at that very moment he knew he would protect her for the rest of his life. No longer was she a job. No longer did he have to answer to his boss. He would only answer to himself.
The last few steps to the cold hole in the ground took an inordinate amount of time. He wanted to run. This was the first time in his life that he was scared. If he didn't see it, maybe it wouldn't be. He took the last step. Again the damn tears. This time he couldn't stop them. His knees shook as this giant turned to jello. He wanted control but his control was in a casket.
He'd kill them all, ran rampant through his mind. Then Jess sauntered in and calmed the rage. "Now Dan you know you can't do that". She left as he looked around trying to find her again. All he saw was the hole. He couldn't stop the tears. He tried but even the tears didn't show the real sadness. The loneliness and emptiness of the last few days.
He reached inside his overcoat and pulled out a wrinkled brown paper bag. He opened the top and grabbed what was inside. The old beat up pair of ballet shoes she had given him about a year ago. They were pink of course with long ribbons drifting off the heels.
He looked at them hoping but knowing. He couldn't save them. They reminded him of too much. They caused too much pain. She needed them. He was sure no one put a pair in her casket because no one knew her the way he did. He knew her passion and all of her secrets. He was the only one in the world she trusted with her soul. He knew that because she had told him. They never lied to one another. He had never thought of having children but if he did, he'd want one just like her.
He dropped the shoes onto the casket. Luckily they stayed on top in the wreath of flowers. He would have hated to crawl down there. He laughed at the silly thought. She would have laughed too. She laughed at all the silly things he did. Especially when he tried to be a ballet dancer.
When he'd lift her in a pose and fly her through the air she would giggle but hold her pose perfectly until he touched her down.
He whirled pulling his gun.
"Dan it's me. Randall." He instantly had his hands in the air and stumbled backwards falling on his ass in the snow. The blank no soul look was staring at him.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"I was behind the big monument over there."
He pointed to the huge monument put up for Jess' father. It was a gaudy thing. The mob boss had it done a few years previous knowing he'd catch it sometime down the road. He was always prepared except for this.
"Dan slowly put away the gun. "Have you got anything?"
"Yeah. Here's the guy's name, number and address. Since they didn't kill you he figures you're coming."
Dan took the torn piece of paper.
"He figured right."
He started backtracking through the same tracks that lead him to the grave. He was alert again. He had slacked off for a second and look what it got him. He had to keep his wits about him.
"Dan, wait up."
The informant tried getting to his feet twice, slipping both times in the snow. Finally getting upright he ran to catch up.
"Dan, don't go after these guys. They're waiting for you. Turn state's evidence. Stay alive."
The man waited for a reply. He got none.
"Really Dan, that will hurt them more. You worked for them. You've got the goods man. There's no better time than now to use your get out of jail free card."
He waited as the big man kept walking one stride to the informants two. He grabbed Dan's arm and tried to spin him around. Dan seized him by the collar and lifted him straight up into the air.
"Don't do this Dan."
The blank black stare was horrid. The man shook in the breeze. Dan threw him on his ass in the snow and walked away. The man had to get up. His ass was getting wet.
He wanted to go after his friend but he knew there was no changing his mind. He turned to the opposite direction, looked all around, then took off on a dead run. He'd leave town now. This was no place for him at the moment.


"Don't go." Kept running through his head. It was her voice. That soft, kind, magical voice that could make him do almost anything. He'd let her put makeup on him. She made corn rows in his hair. There wasn't a tutu big enough or he would have been in one of those. She did get him a set of tights he wore with pride. He even helped the teacher on more than one occasion. The teacher choreographed different dance routines for the two of them. He was even surprised at his grace, form and lines. He wasn't surprised at Jess'.
"I will go. You're not here dammit. You can't tell me what to do anymore."
He slammed a clip of fifty calibers up the butt of one of the many Desert Eagles that were draped all over him. Seeing that each held seven rounds; fifty six with ten more clips should do the job. He wrapped his overcoat around him and his friends. He had killed two of the shooters that night. He wanted the third and the man that ordered the hit. There would be an army waiting for him. There was a knock at the door. He pulled his favorite friend and walked to the side of it.
"Who is it?"
"State's Attorney, Dan. Let me in."
"Go away. Got nothin to say."
"Let the law handle this. Tell us your story. We'll put you in a new witness protection program. No jail time for you. We'll protect you."
"Yeah like you protected Jess. All you guys are just words. Go away."
"You know Dan I'll have to arrest you if you do anything stupid."
Dan snapped back. "Who the hell is stupid. You're a bunch of idiots believing your laws mean a damn thing to these guys. There's only one law they understand. My law. Now go away and do your job the best you can. I'm done talking."
Dan walked over to his liquor cabinet. He hadn't opened it for years. Probably since the day she held his hand for the first time. Something dropped in the bottom of the tumbler. He wiped the others away. He poured so many fingers he should have just drunk out of the bottle.
He kept hearing the stupid State's Attorney trying to convince him. Men like that would never understand. These men understood only one law. Kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest. That was his dance studio. And he was real good at this routine. They should have killed him when they had the chance.


Night shadows were drifting in and around the sanctuary of the man that killed Jess. Dan was waiting. He kept hearing her voice. It was the purest torture he had ever been through. He had been through a lot in the mid-east. It was time now. He had to shut his thoughts off and do what he had done best at one time.
The giant of a man moved like a panther. The black charcoal on his face and hands made him look like the Grim Reaper. Quietly and quickly, with the butt of his friend, he went about nullifying the outside perimeter. The inside would be doing a check in a minute. Within seconds of the calls he was inside the house and four more men were down.
There would be his two left. Three steps at a time and the staircase opened to a large open area. The man that killed Jess was supposedly guarding his boss' bedroom door but he was asleep. Dan walked over and with one one punch knocked him out. He zip tied him. He'd come back for him to make the last seconds of his life as painful as he could.
He walked through the bedroom door. The man and his wife were asleep. At the boss' side of the bed he pulled two friends and then put a knee on the chest and one gun to the head of each. It kind of stirred things up.
The man yelled his cowardly pleas until Dan shut him up with the butt of his friend. The woman was beautiful and naked. Dan took an extra look then said. "Put a robe on then sit in that chair.
She did as she was told. Dan threw zip ties at her feet and told her to put them around the chair and her ankles. She did as she was told. Then he did her wrists to the arms.
"Are you going to kill us?"
He didn't answer. He walked out and and got the killer and dragged him into the bedroom. Very unceremoniously and a little on the rough side he threw him at her feet.
She asked again. "Dammit, are you going to kill us?"
Again he didn't answer. He grabbed the mob boss by the hair and politely lifted him out of bed and sat him in the other chair and zipped him up. He shook some hair out of his hand and straightened up. He took his time to look around the room. More than likely he had plenty of time to make the two men miserable enough that they would beg to die. He'd start by breaking fingers.
The light from the two night lights was the only illumination. He liked it. It reminded him of Jess for some reason. The woman opened her mouth to talk. She looked at the black blank stare from hell; she shut up.
He walked over to the bed and sat. He smiled when he saw blood on the boss' pillow. He was going to have fun now. It had been a long time. He didn't realize how much he missed it.
She butted into his revelry. "If I told you where you can find everything you need to give to the cops, will you let me go."
He stared but didn't say anything. There was turmoil going on in his brain.
"Behind the nightstand. Pull the drawer out all the way. There's a button on the right. Put his left thumb print on it and it will open to the safe."
He looked at her and smiled. He got up and pulled his large knife. He grabbed the man's thumb and whacked it off. The man screamed. He let him scream for a moment then gave him a right cross that shut him up.
He had to give it to the woman; she didn't flinch.
He walked over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer and there was the button. He put the bloody thumb on it and it opened. The woman gave the combination to him quickly. He opened it and there in front of him was money and books. Lots of both. He sat back on the bed.
He threw the thumb across the room then something strange began to happen. A soft glow of sparkling water started at the floor. Dan grabbed for one of his guns. It was swirling as if it was a small water spout. It rose from the floor spinning and then slowly a figure formed. Within seconds right before his eyes Jess was there. The water kept swirling but there she was in the mist with that smile that could melt the hardest heart. She was holding her pink, beat up ballet shoes.
He reached for her but all his hand touched was air.
"Jess" His voice cracked.
"Dan, this is enough. You are not like this any longer. You're my Dan, not theirs. My Dan doesn't do this."
"But Jess they killed you."
"My job was done on earth. I changed you."
The water dropped to the floor. He grabbed for her and got nothing. In seconds the water disappeared. He kept staring as his eyes glistened then tears dropped to the floor. Stunned he sat there not knowing what to do. He looked around to see the woman as stunned as he. The woman knew better than to say anything. She thought maybe it needed to sink into that big skull.
His head dropped and caught by his massive hands. There was no way they were going to stop the rivers flowing from his eyes. Why him? Why Jess? Why did he matter! He should have died, not her. She was beautiful. He was horrid. Why would she believe all that crap. He wasn't worth it.
He felt her soft, strong hand on his face. It made him cry harder. The Grim Reaper was much easier to be than what she was asking, especially without her. How could he be without her.
A few minutes passed before he caught his breath. He wiped his face with the sheets. He stood and stared at the woman. That same black blank soulless stare from hell. She shivered. He walked to her with the bloody knife in his hand. All she could think of was that whoever Jess was, she hadn't made any difference. He was going to answer her first question in the affirmative. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see it coming.
Next thing she felt were the strips being cut. She opened her eyes. His were different now.
"You've got five minutes before the cops show up."
She didn't say a word. She got up quickly and threw on some clothes and sheepishly went to the safe and pulled out a bunch of cash and slipped it into her purse.
He pulled his phone and called the State's Attorney. The man answered.
"Come and get him." Was all Dan said.
He looked around the room one more time. This was the last of it and for the second time in his life he was happy. Jess would find him anywhere and that's where he was going. Anywhere there was a pair of pink, beat up ballet shoes.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Please pray for me, it's NONFICTION!!!!

Watch out everyone here's a change of pace that I didn't think I'd ever do but here goes. I just got through reading "The Last Gunfight" by Jeff Guinn. It's the real story of the shootout at the O.K. Corral and how it changed the American West. Boy that was a mouthful and there were a mouthful of words in this book. I'm not sure everyone knows but I'm a fiction fan. Die hard fiction fan. The ultimate fiction fan. So you ask; why in the heck did you pick up this book? Well I'll tell you. I'm not sure if this person is a real friend of mine because she made me read this. I felt a little violated especially before I read it. She's in my book club and we've been daring each other to get out of our comfort zones. I was so uncomfortable that I itched every time I picked it up to read. I have the scars to prove it. After the first night of about three pages I knew that if she hadn't been a good friend I would have thrown it at her. Have you ever read nonfiction? It's dry and boring and full of facts and figures and dates. I might as well be back in history class with Brother Bernard and his amigo stick. In fact I would have rather met the amigo stick. I trembled the next night not wanting to go to bed because that meant I had to read NONFICTION. Horrors. I won't go into the gruesome details of night after night going to bed later and later so I wouldn't have to read for so long. Suffice to say, one morning it was four o'clock. My God the pain. Then at almost the end something even more terrible happened. I want you to remember it was almost to the end, right after the most boring description of a gun fight I've ever read. Okay here it is. I needed to finish the book. Can you believe the nightmare. I actually picked it up and didn't itch and I didn't cuss. I still didn't like my friend much but I had to finish the book. What was worse I think I learned something. I won't admit that to her but I think I did. What a waste of time. Will the world ever stop tormenting me. Bob. P.S. You can find my wonderful, beautiful, perfect fiction at http://amazon.com/author/robertconley

Friday, June 26, 2015

My Book Club Meets.

I started our book club over a year ago and through a process of elimination we've created a worthy group of crazy people to make up the surly mob. I'm always there a half hour before to make coffee and hot water for tea and someone in the group brings something to eat that is related to the book we've read. Povitica was introduced to our palates. There was one dissenting vote but other than that the rest of us busied our grubby little fingers and wasted that big serving dish that was full. Okay, since we had our fill of Croatian food and filled our second cups of coffee, we were ready for the onslaught. We all knew Gayle was going to have her say and she would be right no matter what anyone else thought. Linda would add her two cents and not care what Gayle had said. Inez would just talk about anything. Most of us would try and listen to her but when she would start talking about some other book it was time to tune her out. She kept rambling anyway. She didn't need anyone to listen. She was just happy to be talking. Michele listened carefully. twirling her hair into ringlets but just in front on the left side. It didn't go well with the rest of her hairdo but it was her trademark. She would always throw in an Atta Girl or in my case Atta Boy. Sandy not only paid close attention to what everyone said she also crocheted at the same time. Some would take offense and most did just because it was the battle field. In Sandy's defense though she would take off on someone and be right with the conversation. We had a new person this month and I hope she stays. I think Annie's too sweet for this group of blood thirsty mongrels. She was a little more conniving than most of us. She waited with baited breath for the conversation to die down and the heat strokes to prevail so she could pounce with vengeance. She did and wouldn't you know it her strategy worked. Either they were too tired to talk back or she had a great point. I don't think we'll ever know because most of the towels were being thrown in during her dissertation of "The Cellist of Sarajevo". My group of blood thirsty mongrels is a great group. I wouldn't trade them for the world. They make me think and aspire to greater writing. There will be more episodes of the Great Book Club to come in the future. They won't be disappointing. Bob

Friday, June 19, 2015

Review of "The Cellist of Sarajevo"

Hey Everyone, I'm back like a bad penny. Just can't get rid of me. I've been reading a lot in the last year and I'm finally going to start blogging about some of the great books I've read. The latest in my book club has been "The Cellist of Sarajevo" by Steven Galloway. First of all I want to say that the man has put some real work into this novel. Although it is a novel and not the exact truth he gives us an understanding of what it's like when a city is under siege. I'm not sure we could understand the snipers up on the beautiful mountains that once entertained the Olympics but he gives us a great description of what it's like to be shot at. The main theme of the book is about a wonderful cellist by the name of Vedran Smailovic that played Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor for 22 days at the site where 22 friends and neighbors were killed by a mortar blast while waiting in a bread line. There is Arrow that is to protect him with her sniper talents which caused a real adrenaline rush for me. If you've read any of my books you would understand why. Overall I thought it was a good read. Short, sweet and most of the time to the point. I'm not a guy that likes a lot of descriptive stuff clouding what is really going on. This goes a little far at times but I think a lot of people would really like it. In other words it's worth the time. Talk soon, Bob

Sunday, June 15, 2014

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

A friend of mine happened to read this to me a while ago and I thought that maybe this might be appropriate for some today, since some of our fathers are not around any longer. Since I'm limited on space a "-" means a new stanza. When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, if the sun should rise, and find your eyes, filled with tears for me.- I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today. While thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.- I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and each time you think of me, I know you will miss me too.- But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready in heaven far above, and I would have to leave behind all those I dearly love.- But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die.- I had so much to live for, and so much yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.- I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.- If I could relive yesterday, I thought just for a while, I'd say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.- But then I fully realized, that this could never be, for the emptiness and memories, would take the place for me.- And when I thought of worldly things, that I'd miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.- But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home, When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne. He said "This is eternity and all I've promised you."- Today for the life on earth is past, but here it starts new, I promise no tomorrow but today will, always last and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past. But you have been so faithful, so trusting and true.- Though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do, But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free.- So won't you take my hand, and share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right there in your heart. I don't know who wrote this but "thank you" whoever you are. I'm no poet laureate and I'm sure I don't understand the whole concept but I do know what I like and I really like this. I wish I could have written it in stanza form but for some reason blog wouldn't let me. I hope this touches some other hearts and souls like it touched mine.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Illusion of Big Boy Britches

Hey There,

     Okay I had a real first in my life and I've lived 64 years. I have a bucket list but this one sure wasn't on it. I had to have a tooth pulled without being put under. I've got to say, that for a week before, I was mentally getting ready for the worst. I couldn't write, I couldn't think, I couldn't even really listen to my one true love; Grace. I knew I had to get my big boy britches on because I was going to be in major pain for a long time and I wasn't going to be able to take anything but aspirin. (Last time I took Lortab and it caused my liver to stop producing prothombin 3 and my body threw a clot in my right leg. That was more painful than having all my uppers pulled.)
     Anyway, I was up for it. I was going to be a real man about it and I wasn't going to cry even though I wanted to even before I got to the dentist's office. I was pumped. I was ready. I could take on the world and let the pain come and the blood spill forth and I would fulfill my destiny and slay the mighty dragon of pain.
     I was prepared when they summoned me to the back room. All lit up and beautiful pictures on the ceiling as if I was some whore that needed distractions. I didn't. I wanted to deal with the pain. I wanted to fill my big boy britches. Then the long stemmed cotton swab came rushing into my mouth with something brown and ugly and pasty. I heard someone in the background say something like; "you can close your mouth now."
I knew it was a trick. Something that looked that ugly couldn't taste good. It reminded me of ipecac. They were going to make me throw up, stick a pin in my butt and then reach in and grab and yank my tooth out. I'd fool that dentist. Nothin was going to make me throw up.
     Five minutes later someone in the background asked. "You can let go of the swab now if you want?" I knew as soon as air hit the thing I was going to throw up. I'd fool them. I didn't throw up. I kind of wanted to just so I could throw up on the guy that was going to hurt me; put me in so much pain that I'd rather have a gun shot wound to the gut.
     Then this fake kind voice said something like he was going to take this needle and give me a couple of shots. I was ready for that half inch pipe with a sharp end to plow through all the skin covering my mandible. I still had my big boy britches on and hadn't messed in them yet. I was going to show them all. Bring it on. I can take it.
     Next thing I heard was that damn voice in the background again. Pretending to be all nicey, nicey saying. "Okay we'll give that ten minutes....." That's all I heard. I wasn't going to listen to the fool. He wasn't going to fool me. I knew better. I had my big boy britches on. My momma didn't raise no idiot. MAMA  MAMA.(Did I say that out loud?) The woman is dead. Where are they when you need them.
     Someone sat back down next to me. My eyes flitted all around the room and this guy finally came into focus. There was something in my eyes that was awful. They were going to blind me so that I couldn't recognize them in a line up. I'd fool them. I had my big boy britches on and I was going to see both of them.
     The man threatened to put this huge screw in my mouth if I didn't open it. I fooled him. I opened my mouth. hah. He went in with the half inch pipe again and was out in a matter of seconds. See I can take it. There'd be no whining from the peanut gallery today.
     Then the Holy Mother of Pliers came towards my mouth. I had to stop him.
     "I want to take a look at what's going in my mouth there Bubba."
     "You really don't want to see these....trust me."
     Yeah trust me. Yeah I'll trust you just as soon as I can pull off my big boy britches and put them around your neck. I kept a wary eye on his face. I knew if something went wrong I could tell by the look in his eyes. It's always in the eyes. They are the windows of the soul. Once I thought of that, I knew I was in trouble. Dentists have no souls. I was going to have to close my mouth and bite his fingers off except the dirty putz got up from his chair and left the room. He said something, but again it was faded and in the background. I looked down to see if he had stolen my big boy britches. I wanted to go home with them in tack. I looked around to see this smiling face looking down at me saying.
     "You're all done. When ever you feel like getting up feel free."
     I thought to myself. Feel free to do what, then I looked over at her little table and I saw this tooth laying in a pan. I could tell it was mine because of the sharp corners from breaking. Suddenly it dawned on me that half my mouth was numb. Half my tongue was numb and where there had been an abscess there was no pain.
     I sniffed the air to see if I should be embarrassed because my big boy britches were maybe a little dirty. I had brought a change of underwear just in case. I felt my cheeks to wipe away the cry baby tears but there were none. I sat up to see if I was going to fall over from some illicit drug they gave me. I looked at my watch to see if there was time that I couldn't account for.
     I watched with a wary eye to make sure there had been no funny business. This whole business was beginning to hack me off. Where was the pain I was to endure. Where was the pints of blood spilling out of my mouth. Where was the nausea. I really had wanted to throw up on the dentist just to show my disgust of the whole group of savages. BUT NOOOOOO.