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This week's "GMA" Buzz Pick is "Falling" by T.J. Newman.

Newman's debut novel is an unputdownable thriller that will take you on a wild ride full of twists and suspense.

PHOTO: "Falling" by T.J. Newman.
Avid Reader Press
"Falling" by T.J. Newman.

When Coastal Airways Captain Bill Hoffman is called in on his day off to pilot a flight from Los Angeles to New York, he isn't expecting anything more than a routine flight.

But once the flight takes off, Bill is sent a photo of his wife and kids being held hostage in their home and is told to either save his family or crash the plane.

"'Falling' is a page-turning, heart-in-your-throat thriller that's a ton of fun and the perfect read for the beach or even a long flight," Newman told "GMA."

"Falling" is available now. Get started with an excerpt below and get a copy here.

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PHOTO: “GMA” Buzz Pick: “Falling” by T.J. Newman.
ABC News Photo Illustration, Book cover by Avid Reader Press, Author photo by Melissa Young
GMA Buzz Pick: “Falling” by T.J. Newman


The politician was halfway up the Hoffmans' driveway before Theo could even get to the cross street. Theo whistled, but the man jabbered into his ear piece, oblivious to anything outside of his own world.

Theo knew he couldn't just rush up behind him. The man would be caught off guard and no doubt a loud scene would follow. Plus, if the door opened to the man and Theo was seen rushing the house at the same time, the whole operation would be compromised.

The politician dropped out of sight, disappearing behind the tall shrubs in the front yard. Theo raced across the street and up the lawn of the house to the right of the Hoffmans. A short white fence cut across the yard and he cleared the low hurdle easily, something he hadn't done since his high school track and field days. Dropping into the courtyard in front of the house, the drapes on the front windows were wide open. Theo prayed no one was home.

The politician knocked on the Hoffmans' front door as Theo swept the area for anything useful. Grabbing a chair from the set of patio furniture, he ran it over to the fence dividing the two yards. Standing on the chair, his head and shoulders just cleared the fence.

The man had his head down with his back to Theo, probably looking at his phone. Theo waved his arms uselessly. He looked for movement in the house, but the windows were all covered.

"Alright, talk to ya later," the politician said into his ear piece, turning back to the door. Theo was now in his periphery and he waved his arms even more wildly. This close to the house, he didn't want to make any noise, but the man still wasn't noticing him. The politician reached into his bag, the clipboard catching on a strap, a stack of flyers fluttering to the ground.

Theo pivoted on the chair and scanned the yard. Down the fence to his left was a large basket full of pool toys. Sticking out the top was a neon pink pool noodle. Perfect. Theo ran to grab the toy.

Jumping back up, Theo dangled the bright piece of foam into the Hoffmans' yard. The politician had picked up the flyers and was lifting the flap of the mail slot, which was now at eye level in his crouched position. The waving flash of color in his periphery caught his attention and he snapped his head to the right, freezing at the sight of Theo on the other side of the fence.

Theo held up his badge and pointed at it, repeatedly mouthing the letters F-B-I until the man nodded slowly. The politician was still crouched and unmoving and the flyer began to tremble in his hand. Theo held a finger to his lips. The man closed his gaping mouth. Pantomiming his fingers walking down the path and away from the house, Theo returned his finger to the front of his lips, praying the man got it. The man nodded to indicate he did.

Slowly, the man stood from his crouched position, letting the flyer fall into the house as he did. The hand that held the flap of the mail slot released and the metal slat retracted with a slap against the house.

A concussive blast slammed Theo backward. A roiling orange fireball shooting up against the sky was the last thing he saw as his feet went over his head. Slamming into the side of the neighbor's house, he crumpled to the ground, his limbs twisting unnaturally under the weight.


Excerpt courtesy of author T.J. Newman and Avid Reader Press.