Liam O’Shea had a plan: get his degree, get a job, and get on with it. But his carefully structured world takes a sharp detour when his long-lost father, Francis Henry O’Shea, kicks the bucket and leaves him an unexpected fortune. The question is, what kind of man wins the golden ticket jackpot courtesy of a father who years ago mastered the art of dumpster-fire, absentee parenting? The answer: A very bewildered one.
Francis was a self-made businessman—if by “self-made” you mean getting very wealthy by finding new ways to bend the law just enough to avoid breaking it. Well, most of the time anyway. And no, he wasn’t exactly Father of the Year material—perhaps more like a knockoff, low-rent, occasional weekend model from two towns over. So naturally, when Liam, who hasn’t spoken to his paternal stranger-danger in years, finds out he’s the lucky heir to a surprising pile of cash, you can almost hear the universe having a laugh.
Beetlebum is the first in a trilogy following Liam as he tries to put his life back together, like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. It’s dark, it’s funny, and it’s about a guy seeking redemption—though he’s far more likely to find it by accident. $0.99 on Kindle.
