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Deadfall by Robert Liparulo

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DEADFALL by Robert Liparulo, (Thomas Nelson) Out Today!

Here's what top suspense authors say

"Inventive, suspenseful, and highly entertaining. Deadfall is an engrossing and imaginative tale. Robert Liparulo is a storyteller, pure and simple." —Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Alexandria Link and The Venetian Betrayal.

"In Deadfall, Robert Liparulo gives us a fresh, fast-paced novel that instills a well-founded fear of the villains and an admiration for the people who refuse to be victims. It truly deserves the name thriller." —Thomas Perry, New York Times bestselling author of The Butcher's Boy and Silence.


Preview of my interview with Robert Liparulo at

Vicki: You’ve said that Deadfall’s suspense comes from the question “will these guys survive?” From page one, paragraph one, I found myself still turning pages way past midnight and enjoying every minute of it. Deadfall is excellent! Please tell us about Deadfall’s premise; how you developed the idea.

Liparulo: All of my books explore the quality of character: who are you when no one is looking? I believe true character comes out in extreme circumstances. You can say you’d stop a mugging or stand up for what’s right, but would you really do it when the rubber meets the road, when you’re there and you can be hurt or even killed doing what you said you would?

I wanted to take a look at a group of friends, all pretty good guys, and put them in a situation where their convictions are tested. Do they have heroic hearts? Or are they really cowards? I also wanted to make them realize that even when life’s been rough on them, they still had something to fight for.

I wanted them to see their problems through different eyes, through eyes that had not only seen good times—making their current troubles appear awful—but had also seen their own possible demise, making the problems that had beat them down seem insignificant. I wanted them to view their troubles in a grander perspective, which we all should do.

On the other side, the bad-guy side, I was fascinated by the idea of a man who’s heart was totally hard and corrupt, and yet he possessed so much charm or power or something that it attracted people to him, causing them to be influenced by his corruption.

That’s Declan, the leader of the group that is terrorizing a small town with a powerful new weapon. He’s totally cool and attractive in a reticent-bad boy way. We witness his younger brother’s struggle with Declan’s pull toward badness and his own moral compass.

When the campers and the bad guys meet, the sparks are like fireworks—fascinating and dangerous. But to make it all work, they had to clash someplace where neither side could run away; they had to be contained like gladiators in the Colosseum. Northern Saskatchewan’s backcountry, which at certain times of the year can be reached only by floatplane or helicopter, fit the bill. More soon at

Robert is an award-winning author of three suspense novels and over a thousand published articles and short stories. His work as appeared in publications such as Rocky Road, Preview, and L.A. Weekly. Robert lives in Colorado with his wife and four children.

Robert's first novel painted a scenario so frighteningly real that six Hollywood producers were bidding on movie rights before the novel was completed. His acclaimed debut novel, Comes A Horseman, is being made into a major motion picture by producer Mace Neufeld. Bob has sold the film rights to his second book, GERM. And he is writing the screenplay for a yet-to-be-written political thriller, which sold to Phoenix Pictures, for Andrew Davis (The Fugitive, The Guardian) to direct!
He is currently working on his fourth novel.


Deep in the isolated Northwest Territories, four friends are on the trip of a lifetime. Dropped by helicopter into the Canadian wilderness, Hutch, Terry, Phil, and David are looking to escape the events of a tumultuous year for two weeks of hunting, fishing, and camping.

Armed with only a bow and arrow, and the basics for survival, they've chosen a place far from civilization. A retreat from their turbulent lives. But they quickly discover that another group has targeted the remote region and the secluded hamlet of Fiddler Falls for a more menacing purpose: to field test the ultimate weapon.

With more than a week before the helicopter rendezvous and no satellite phone, Hutch, a skilled bow-hunter and outdoor-survivalist, must help his friend elude their seemingly inescapable foes, as well as decide whether to run for their lives...or risk everything to help the townspeople who are being held hostage and terrorized.

An intense novel of character forged in the midst of struggle, survival, and sacrifice. Deadfall is highly-aclaimed author Robert Liparulo's latest rivetingly smart thriller.

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"DEADFALL is drop-dead great!"
-In The Library Reviews

"What if Mad Max, Rambo, and the Wild Bunch showed up-all packing Star Wars type weapons? You'd have Robert Liparulo's thrilling new adventure Deadfall."
-Katherine Neville, best selling author of The Eight

"A brilliantly crafted thriller with flawless execution. I loved it!"
-Michael Palmer, best selling author of The Fifth Vial

""Another brilliantly conceived premise from Robert Liparulo. Deadfall will leave you looking over your shoulder and begging for more."
-Dave Dun, best selling author of The Black Silent

A NOTE from Bob: I’d like to give away five signed copies of Deadfall to readers of CFBA blogs during my tour. All they have to do is sign up for my e-mailing list (they won’t be inundated!) by going to my website ( and going to the “Mailing List” page. Or email me with “CFBA giveaway” in the subject line.

And a second NOTE from Bob: I wanted to let you know that I’m holding a contest on my site:

**one winner a week till the end of the year for a signed Deadfall
**one winner a week till the end of the year for an unabridged audio MP3-CD of Deadfall
***and on Dec. 31, I’m giving away an iPod Nano, pre-loaded with an unabridged audio recording of Deadfall

Winners are selected from my e-mailing list—sign up at my site. If a winner has already purchased what he/she wins, I will reimburse them for the purchase price (or give them another—whichever they choose), so they don’t need to wait to see if they win before buying Deadfall.


Chapter One DEADFALL (Read more at )


On the north shore of the Fond du Lac River, thirty miles from
the Northwest Territories
Population: 242.

The people trying to kill Roland Emery quickly closed the distance behind him.

"Back off!" Roland yelled at his rearview mirror, where the big front grille of their truck loomed.

This rutted half road was as familiar to him as the ever-increasing contours of his face. He knew every bump, every bend, every place where the trees stepped in closer to slash at your paint or, if you really were not paying attention, kick a dent in a side panel or door. Still, the newcomers stayed on him, falling back on tight turns, then roaring forward when only rough terrain stood between them. Their truck was one of those big fancy jobs, those pseudo-military monsters that ate ruts and boulders like granola.

A jolting bump gave him a glimpse of his own face in the mirror: red-rimmed eyes, bulging in fear. One of his shaking hands came off the wheel, fluttered to his face, and wiped at the oily sweat on his brow.

What do they want? he thought. No, no, no . . . That wasn't the question. The question was why? Why did they want to kill him?

Steering around each tight curve, he tried to get hold of his frenzied mind. What appeared to him, calming him, was his wife's face. Lizzie. What would happen to her if he died? Fine lady, tough as the wolverines they trapped together; but she always said what kept her going through the cold mornings checking traps and the long days guiding hunters into the hills was knowing Roland would be there at night to stoke the fire and fix a cup of Nahapi "sit down" tea just the way she liked it.

He pushed his lips together and cranked the wheel, taking the car down into a shallow stream and out the other side. He felt his panic pulling at him, trying to make him do something stupid. He squinted, and forced Lizzie to fill that place in his mind instead of the terror.

He wished they had put some money aside, so the old gal wouldn't have to work so hard by herself if these guys after him got their way. Thank heaven she wasn't with him now.

Oh, yes, at least there was that.

She'd risen with him at five, as usual, but moving a little more slowly, with a little less spunk.

"Just a little tired's all," she'd said. "Ain't nothin'."

But he knew her. Just a little tired for Lizzie was I'd better go see the doc for most people. So he had insisted on checking the traps alone.

Which is what he had been doing when the big truck appeared, as bright yellow as a birthday balloon. He soon realized that the color had nothing to do with the owner's fun-loving disposition. Rather, it was ironic or sarcastic or one of those words that meant you can't judge a fellow by the color of his car.

Roland had been coming back from checking yet another empty trap when he'd spotted the truck. He'd left his old Subaru right on the rutted trail, since travelers in these hilly woods were nearly unheard of this time of year. The big yellow truck had been farther up the trail, as though returning from camping. But he had seen it parked in front of Ben Mear's B&B on his way out of town. Fiddler Falls was too small for visitors to go unnoticed, let alone a group with a fancy machine like that.

Sure enough, he'd seen where the vehicle's wheels had pushed down the grass and some saplings on its way around the Subaru. The driver must have realized there was nothing to see but more trees along that route and turned around. He had stopped fifty yards away, as though waiting for Roland.

A man and a girl had appeared to be standing in the bed of the truck, but straps crossed over their shoulders and chests, so they must have been sitting in chairs. The chairs positioned them high enough to see over the cab's roof. And that was just weird.

He had waved, but the strangers had not waved back. Instead, the man seated in the bed had pointed at a tree between them.

The tree had exploded. Read more
© Robert Liparulo