Dear Larry, The astropaths – their minds hold the gateway to anywhere and within the thoughts of anyone.   The adventure begins with THOSE WHO HEAR a YA novel of about 57,000 words, which is the first book in the Journeys of the Astropaths series. I hope you will be interested in taking me on as a new client and helping me to develop this YA fantasy series. CODY GALLAS has always been able to remember, with uncanny detail, the places he visits, and he can draw them to scale. But u...

A Coffee House Run By Jonathon Siminoe Thomas sat patiently wedged in among a tangle of tables squeezed inside the Just Jo Coffee Shop in Bangkok’s Silom district. Only the daintiest of steppers, a virtual ballerina, could maneuver between the high backed iron-rod chairs and the black-iron tables with their imitation marble tops. Crowding the space further were the root like legs and feet of the chatting customers. He despised this place with its 80 baht premium imported coffees, its 100 bah...

SMOKE By Jonathon Siminoe Pon stepped out of the bright blue taxi, her pink skirt rising up and showing more than enough of her fair skinned thigh to catch the attention of the table full of office men sitting just outside the front doors of the Star Coffee Shop. She glanced about the patio and spotting Seth gave a smile, wave, and a bit of a curtsy. Seth acknowledged her with little enthusiasm and walked to the curb to meet her. “Where have you been? You’re late.” “Not so much. It’s Bangkok...

A Coffee House Run By Jonathon Siminoe Thomas sat patiently wedged in among a tangle of tables squeezed inside the Just Jo Coffee Shop in Bangkok’s Silom district. Only the daintiest of steppers, a virtual ballerina, could maneuver between the high backed iron-rod chairs and the black-iron tables with their imitation marble tops. Crowding the space further were the root like legs and feet of the chatting customers. He despised this place with its 80 baht premium imported coffees, its 100 bah...

A Coffee House Run By Jonathon Siminoe www.siminoe.com Thomas sat patiently wedged in among a tangle of tables squeezed inside the Just Jo Coffee Shop in Bangkok’s Silom district. Only the daintiest of steppers, a virtual ballerina, could maneuver between the high backed iron-rod chairs and the black-iron tables with their imitation marble tops. Crowding the space further, was the root like legs and feet of the chatting customers. He despised this place with its 80 baht premium, imported coff...

Jonathon Siminoe First North American Rights SMOKE By Jonathon Siminoe She leaned back exhaling a cloud of smoke just above Seth’s head; it was her way of avoiding choking him with her self indulgence and usually avoiding his scrutiny. On most days this token effort was enough, but he was particularly sensitive today and the smoke—although it missed him completely—seemed to set him off. His hand came hammering down upon the table, sending plates and utensils jumping. “Sorry,” she offered mech...

Jonathon Siminoe First North American Rights Only 107 Cedar Street About 3,000 words Kearney Nebraska 68845 (308) 237-0581 Thailand # 66-9-776-8878 SMOKE By Jonathon Siminoe She leaned back exhaling a cloud of smoke just above Seth’s head; it was her way of avoiding choking him with her self indulgence and usually avoiding his scrutiny. On most days this token effort was enough, but he was particularly sensitive today and the smoke—although it missed him completely—seemed to set him off. His ...