Nesting with the Loons

With its acid edge and wicked humor, Jeff Davis's rapid fire depiction of bureaucracy gone wild digs underneath the fingernails of the typical blue collar worker, satirizing both modern day relationships and business life. Specifically, if we can't stand our jobs and families, live for the day to escape!Unlucky in love and trapped in a dead-end job, Jack Snaggler thinks his fortune is about to change when he meets a drop-dead gorgeous brunette named Paradise at a local bar.Think again. When a shady fast food chef goes missing and coworkers start mysteriously disappearing, Jack finds himself framed for murder. If he wants to stay alive long enough to ever see Paradise again, he'll first need to escape a conspiracy, that at each turn, involves almost everyone he knows.Part Big Brother, part corporate mindset, part 60's cool, and part dysfunctional love interest. The road to paradise has never been so tainted or hilarious.Living under the umbrella of a politically incorrect and bureaucratic world are Ed Shoemaker, a disgruntled office worker conspiring to off his wife and flee to Fiji; Eileen Klump, a secretary in the throes of menopause who suffers from periodic mental breakdowns between intermittent stays at the local mental facility; along with Lance Sheppard, a would-be entrepreneur who makes his living the good old fashioned way: disability fraud. Regardless of the premise, the book continually punctures the fabric of what's simply funny with a pervasive shadow of underlying truth.Wedged in the chaos, Jack Snaggler fights to stay afloat in a murky pool of corrupt businessmen, trigger-happy feds, sleazy seaside hotel rooms, and incompetent crooks, all the while stomping for the pursuit of true love and happiness. A classic roasting of Middle America, this book is for anyone who has one of those days where the kids just scribbled crayon all over the wall, traffic is bumper to bumper, the boss has you under a microscope, everything is going wrong, and that little voice in the back of your head is screaming, "ENOUGH!" Take the first exit ramp off the interstate to the nearest airport and disappear to some deserted island in the South Pacific where they'll never find you.
About the Author: Jeff Davis lives in Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania, the Gateway to the Poconos. Among other things, Davis worked as a bartender at the Little Tiger Cocktail Lounge, a cushy little watering hole on the edge of town. The only hint of life in the place after midnight came in the form of a lopsided neon beer sign that hung in a musty window. "A customer named Dave walked in one night," Davis recounts. "He wore a red tied that looked like it went through a meat grinder. He hated his job and had issues with his wife and daughter." "It isn't that I don't love my family," Dave jiggled the ice in his drink and then frowned. "I just can't stand them." Davis said, "I never saw Dave again, but it wouldn't surprise me if one morning on his way to work, he took a detour to Philadelphia International and escaped to some steamy beach in the South Pacific from his job and family, to a place they'd never find him. For those of us who have staked a claim in that little corner of the world, this book is about 6:00 a.m. alarms and freeway tie-ups. It's about deadlines and overdue marketing reports. It's about boorish husbands, loutish wives, and yes, even falling in love. It's about that island in the sun, where every so often, we all need to escape. It's about you and me.