Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own.
On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau.
How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Drink Deeply

“So go over this with me again,” said Julie, barely keeping calm. “Explain to me why this *isn’t* stupid.”


Beau sighed dramatically and slouched against the alley wall. Tager and Hausman had just escorted Sarah upstairs as Nick, Julie, and Beau watched from the shadows of a distant alley. Connard scratched himself and exhaled deeply from boredom. Beau had predicted that they wouldn’t keep her at the police station, and he had been correct.


Nick couldn’t even remember what Beau had originally told them at the bar. He’d been too drunk. But after everyone had slept it off in their own booths off in the shadier parts of the bar, Beau had apparently changed things, in his head, in the middle of the night. 


“Because we’re doing exactly what they want us to do,” said Beau. Julie squinted at him. “Which is exactly what they won’t suspect us to do.”


“I wish they’d stayed at the police station, so we could use the Morningstars to infiltrate. They’re good at this sort of thing,” said Julie.


Chapter 24: Fool’s Errand