Nick Pirog


Bio

So, I’m 37 years old. I currently live in South Lake Tahoe with my two pups, Potter and Penny. I was born in Denver, went to school at Colorado State University, then started writing in 2003 when I graduated. I knew I wanted to be a writer since I was 12, but didn’t get around to writing until after college. My first book, Unforeseen, which some of you may have read, was written by a very immature 22-year-old. Sometimes when I pick it up, I cringe at the writing, but I must admit Thomas is especially funny in that one. My favorite line is when Thomas has just jumped off the cliff into the water and his FBI nemesis, Todd Gregory, asks if it’s okay to jump, whereby, Thomas yells, “Not yet! It’s adult swim.” I’m pretty sure I fell out of my chair laughing when I wrote that. And actually, that laughter, that pure joy of creation, is why I do what I do. When I do a book talk or when I’m just chatting with someone about the craft, I find myself telling them things that I would want to know, if say, I was having a conversation with John Grisham. So here are a couple tidbits that you might find interesting. My favorite five books are, in order; To Kill a Mockingbird, The Giver, Ender’s Game, The Testament, and Plum Island. Many authors have shaped my writing style, but I put three writers on a pedestal; John Grisham, Nelson DeMille, and Michael Crichton. The first two authors are basically the antithesis of one another. John Grisham’s stories are so good (he is simply the best storyteller to ever live) that you don’t care that his characters don’t jump off the page. And Nelson DeMille’s characters are so grand and hilarious that you don’t care what happens in the story. John Corey could go grocery shopping and it would be entertaining. And last, Michael Crichton (RIP), who somehow brought sci-fi into the mainstream and I cherish him for that. I'm not Thomas Prescott, though I have the same sense of humor. My temperament is more like Maddy’s (who if you don’t know, is kind of a weenie.) God is a big part of my life and I am so blessed and lucky to have received such a kick ass gift. Love that guy. Send me an email at nick@nickthriller.com and I’ll try and write you back (though it is getting more and more difficult these days.) I would still be writing these silly stories even if no one read them, but it’s nice to know that people are enjoying then. As for what’s next, I’m gonna write Jungle Up! (Thomas Prescott #5), then write the last two Henry Bins books, then crank out the remaining Maddy Young books. Knock on wood. God is love. -Nick

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3 a.m. (Henry Bins Book 1)

**WINNER 2015 BEST SERIES** "The most interesting premise....EVER." -Ruth.D "If I had to choose one series to take with me to that desert island in the middle of nowhere, this would be it." -MsRee "Simply brilliant!" -Jeff Yurt "What an amazing series. So unique and interesting!" -Linda33 "Fun. Quick. Laugh out loud!" -JJ_Fry "I absolutely love this series." -TroyL Henry Bins has Henry Bins. A sleeping disorder, named after him. He is awake for one hour a day. He wakes up at 3 a.m. then falls asleep at 4 a.m. Life is simple. Until he hears the woman scream. And sees the man leave the house across the street. But not just any man. The President of the United States.

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Unforeseen: Tenth Anniversary Edition (Thomas Prescott Book 1)

Retired homicide detective Thomas Prescott is reluctant to read the best selling book Eight in October, a true-crime thriller based on a string of murders occurring throughout October of the past year. After all, it was his case, and he doesn't need to be reminded of the gruesome details. On October 1st, the anniversary of the first murder, Tristen resurfaces, killing someone special from Prescott's past. Suddenly, it's deja vu for Prescott, except this time the women closest to him begin to fall victim at the hands of Grayer. With the help of former flame, medical examiner Dr. Caitlin Dodds, and Eight in October author, Alex Tooms, Prescott must race against the clock to stop Tristen from completing his encore.

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