See a Scene from my New Novel “FIFTEEN DIGITS”

I figured any writer can do a “reading” of their new book, so I decided to do a “viewing”.

So with the help of an AMAZING group of people, I make my directorial debut HERE … on my website.

Please watch and get an idea of the fun, hip, gritty, crime story waiting for you inside the pages of FIFTEEN DIGITS.

(click the 4 arrow icon in the vimeo box below to watch in FULL SCREEN MODE - NOTE: it won’t play on iphones or ipads)

WARNING: THIS IS A RATED R TRAILER — IT HAS SOME LANGUAGE INAPPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN…

*The entire book isn’t full of this kind of language, but this scene is a little “salty”.

Review of FIFTEEN DIGITS says I’m a combination of John Grisham and Harlan Coben – WOW!

Bestsellersworld.com gave me one of the greatest compliments a writer like me could ever hope for!! Click the link for the full review…

“Nick Santora has a unique style of writing that I can only compare to John Grisham or Harlan Coben or a wonderful combination of both…I love this book and I love the ending because you never see it coming.”

Read the FULL REVIEW here.

Our Fourth Valentine’s Day – by Nick Santora

I was asked by the British arm of my publisher (Little Brown/Mulholland Books) to write a Valentine’s Day short story in honor of the holiday.  So I did — in the only way I know how … it’s been up in England for a bit and now I wanted to share it here in the states. Happy Valentine’s Day!  

 

“This is called Candy Cane,” the sales girl said, handing me the small bottle.

I unscrewed the top and sniffed it.

“It doesn’t smell like candy canes; it’s just candy cane red,” she pointed out.

“Yeah … I know,” I said, playing it off.  “I’ll take it – with all the other stuff too.”

The girl rang up the order, placing eye shadow, rouge (I called it rouge, the sales girl called it blush), Berry Juicy lipstick and Candy Cane nail polish into a CVS bag.  I gave her a twenty.

“It’s $63.17,” she said, embarrassed for me.

“What for?”

“Um … the make-up.”

“Man,” I said, digging into my pocket.  “When I was a kid, my mom could do a whole week’s grocery for sixty bucks.”

Sales Girl said nothing, just stared through me.  She could care less.  When I was a kid she was 20 years from being born.

I shoved some more bills at her and left before she could give me my change.  I didn’t have time to wait for some seventeen-year-old to count out $1.83 … because it was Valentine’s Day and my sweetheart was waiting for me.  Continue reading ›

The Truth About Acting by Nick Santora

There is an expression, “He has a face for radio.”

Well, I have a face for writing.  This is not false modesty, just a fact.

I used to be handsome.  A long time ago.  Thirty pounds ago.  Lots of hair ago.

But now I’m not.  And I’m cool with that ’cause my wife digs me and that’s all that matters.

But I digress.  My point is, I belong as far behind the camera as possible.  You know when Wile E. Coyote runs off the cliff and spirals downward until you can’t see him any more and then there’s that little puff of smoke when he hits the ground that is soooooo far away?

That’s how far away behind a camera I belong.

And even though I know that, even though I’m well aware of my limitations, I threw myself in the line of fire anyway … I cast myself in my own show.

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The Truth About Writing by Nick Santora

I moved to LA about a decade ago but I still have lots of friends and family back home in New York.

I talk to them often.  And more often than not someone will make a joke like  ”Hey, Mr. Hollywood, you callin’ me from your convertible with your sunglasses on?” or “Yo, Bigshot, how’s the high life treatin’ ya?” or something along those lines.

I laugh and quickly begin the task of setting them straight.

Simply put: Writing is not glamorous.  It’s a job. Continue reading ›