Tom is the author of the political thrillers SEDITION and ALLEGIANCE. Both are published by Post Hill Press.
A Texas television reporter and anchor, Tom has spent more than 20 years covering local, national, and international news.
He’s interviewed Presidents, cabinet members, and leaders in congress. He’s reported live from the White House, Capitol Hill, and the United Nations.
Tom’s covered five national political conventions. He has flown with presidential candidates, gone backstage at their rallies, and broken stories about them on television and online.
He was at the Pentagon while smoke still rose in the hours after 9/11 and was in the room when Secretary Colin Powell made his case to the U.N. Security Council for war against Iraq.
Tom lives in the Houston suburbs with his wife, Courtney, and their two children.
His first novel, SEDITION, was released as an e-book and as a paperback in late 2012. Post Hill Press re-released the book in September 2013.
TDBW: When did you start writing?
Tom: I’ve been writing since I was in kindergarten. I’ve always been a reader and a writer.
TDBW: What was the first story you remember writing?
Tom: I think i was in first or second grade and I wrote a short story about a dragon. I was in fourth grade and wrote a letter to President Carter. I wrote a letter to the editor of the local paper is 6th grade. I wrote a lot of letters. 🙂
TDBW: What genre is your most preferred?
Tom: I love writing political fiction. I’ve tried other genres, but that one fits me.
TDBW: What challenges you the most in your writing?
Tom: Editing is the toughest part. I’m a television journalist, and editing my writing is the hardest part of that job too. I think writing short is far more difficult than writing something lengthy.
TDBW: What is your favorite thing about being an author?
Tom: I love sharing stories with readers. I like the idea of helping someone escape, for however long, into a fictional but believable world.
TDBW: What do you like least about being an author?
Tom: Though I been very fortunate to have some success, my least favorite part is the business of it.
TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?
Tom: Two. SEDITION and ALLEGIANCE
TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?
Tom: I have finished the first draft of the sequel to ALLEGIANCE. It’s called ALLEGIANCE BURNED and it’s in the beta-reader phase. I have a group of great beefeaters. I don’t like to rush them. I hope to have it out by the end of 2014.
TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?
Tom: ALLEGIANCE just hit shelves this week.
TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?
Tom: I love Animal Farm by George Orwell. Metamorphosis by Khafka. Lord of the Flies by William Golding. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (yep…love that book). Sphere by Michael Crichton
TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?
Tom: Orwell, Crichton, Tom Clancy
TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?
Tom: Animal Farm. It’s political fiction in its purest form.
TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?
Tom: Depending on the scene I am writing, I’ll put in headphones and listen to music. Typically it’s Linkin Park, Jay-Z, or anything with bass and percussion.
TDBW: Any hobbies?
Tom: Binge-watching television series with my wife. We love it.
TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:
My website: http://tomabrahamsbooks.com
TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?
Tom: Here’s an excerpt from ALLEGIANCE:
The last I remember, I was at a bar on Sixth Street. It smelled like a Thursday; a mix of cloves, hairspray, spilled beer, and sweat. Thursdays are big in Austin; a jump on the weekends that lie ahead. My girlfriend, Charlie, left me sitting in a small red vinyl booth while she went to the bathroom. Charlie always likes hitting the clubs on Thursdays. She says it makes getting through the week easier when she knows she has an extra night of dancing and drinking. She’s as tall as I am; maybe 5’11”. She has red hair and bright green eyes, like Nicole Kidman after she got famous, but before she denied having plastic surgery. She is Days of Thunder hot and whip smart. I’ve dated attractive women before, but I’ve never fallen for one until Charlie. I always run when things get too serious. I had a busy Friday planned and hadn’t slept lately, but given how much I’d been traveling it was great to spend time with her. The band 139 played on a small stage at the far end of the cramped pub. They were playing the song “Destruction.” The rhythmic strum of the bass guitar vibrated in my hand as I wrapped it around the glass mug on the table in front of me. I thumbed the condensation off of the glass and nodded to the beat. Through the cigarette smoke hanging in the air there was the regular mix of college kids, politicos like Charlie and me, and Austin free spirits. At the large black granite bar on the other side of the room, a group of gel-headed fraternity guys laughed and playfully punched the testosterone out of each other. They wore Polo shirts clinging tightly to their biceps. Next to them were a couple of men in dark business suits, their bright silk ties loosened but still knotted beneath the collars of their pressed white cotton shirts. They worked at the Capitol. I didn’t recognize them, but their attitude and attire gave them away. They leaned against the granite, holding hi-ball glasses and whispering to each other about the women who passed by them. They ogled Charlie until she disappeared into the bathroom. Men were always looking at her. She pretended not to notice, but I knew she did. Near the stage, in front of the band, about twenty people were bouncing to the music. They’d occasionally hold their glasses above their heads as they swayed back and forth. It seemed spontaneously choreographed; like a mosh pit without the slam-dancing. I took a swig from the sweaty, vibrating glass of Shiner Bock. It was saltier than usual and bitter. I remember thinking the bartender didn’t know how to pour a beer as I wiped foam from my lips with the back of my arm. 139 finished its set. I think. I don’t remember much after swigging the beer. Now I am seated and chained to the floor. Where is this place? There’s a man standing over me, insisting I reveal whatever it is I know. He voice is deep and full of gravel. He always sounds as though he needs to clear his throat. He’s British. What does he want?