The iCandidate: Looking For Heroes - 1st Installment
The iCandidate is a guilty pleasure - a unique interactive thriller about a political reality show to choose a potential President of the United States - in which the reader has a key say in how the plot unfolds.
In The iCandidate, eight finalists from all walks of life face the kind of challenges they might have to deal with in the Oval Office:
• Will they use the nuclear button?
• What will they do about ISIS?
• How will they cope in a crisis?
At the end of each round the reader gets to cast an iVote to help determine who stays and who goes home. It is democracy in its purest form, free from party loyalties, donor obligations and antiquated electoral practices - and it keeps the authors on their toes!
In the novel, serialized weekly only on NoteStream, the eventual people’s champion goes on to challenge the political establishment in an iCampaign for the presidency climaxing in an explosive finale in Washington on November 8.
But The iCandidate has even greater aspirations to trigger a revolution in the way America selects the most powerful man or woman on the planet, and really, would it be any crazier than what we've got now?
Change America one iVote at a time - cost your vote in the app and cheer on your iCandidates!
"I've been reading these installments for a while now, and am finally taking the time to review - & I dont do reviews. This is really good!! The authors bring in real life to the story, so the reader really feels like things are happening now. Voting doesn't happen every installment, but its really fun. Wish these characters were real. Thanks for a great story, with characters I care about! Cant wait to see what happens next" 5 stars by Olivia
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Monday, September 26, 2016
Wright State University Nutter Center, Dayton, Ohio
The moment Bill Clinton arrived, the atmosphere in the room changed. Hillary felt it; they all did. She’d been trying so hard to strike the right chord rehearsing for the first debate in the presidential race proper. It was easy to demean Donald Trump and talk down to him. But the guy was obviously doing something right; she had to be civil, even nice.
“Just one more time, Hillary. You’re almost there.” Huma Abedin, her aide and closest confidante, was asking her repeatedly how she was going to make America great again. They’d been stuck in a stuffy student center office for nearly three hours. It took Hillary most of that time to hide the irritation in her face.
Then Bill arrived. Suddenly, it was all about him.
Bill looked thin and pale; he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. “I’ve missed you sweetheart. I just wanted to see if I could help with any last minute tricks.”
“I’m fine, darling. Honest, I am.”
Make America Great
After so many years, how could she tell her husband she didn’t need him?
Hillary Clinton had been struggling with that long before the start of this presidential campaign.
“We’re running through what Hillary will say when Trump talks about making America great again.” Huma said. She missed Hillary’s flashing eyes. “Any thoughts, Mr. President.”
“Donald,” Bill said, smiling. Three other aides in the room stopped shuffling papers and listened. “Donald, I really appreciate you adopting the ‘Make America Great Again’ strategy I first used back in 1992, but you’ve missed the most important point. It’s not America that has failed; it’s certainly not the people.
It’s our leaders, the politicians on Capitol Hill who’ve been preventing the President from making the changes he was elected to make, the business executives who have taken their manufacturing abroad and the Wall Street fat cats living in their mansions while ordinary people are losing their homes... How does that sound?”
The room went silent for a second. Then one of the younger aides punched the air. “Yeah! That’s awesome, Sir.” The others clapped, even Huma.
Typical, Hillary thought. Wearily, she rubbed her temples. She didn’t want Bill getting involved, but right now she knew she needed him. He charmed folks...he charmed her. It had pretty much gotten him everything he wanted. Hillary suddenly felt exhausted and quite old; a woman trying to play big boy games with… well with boys. But play she must.
“You need to keep smiling,” Bill told her gently.
“Your mouth droops when you relax. Looks like you got a whiff of something bad.”
“I did - Donald Trump,” Hillary sniffed, the corners of her mouth drooping in fake disgust. “I still find it hard to believe this is really happening.”
Her husband came around the table and she gratefully leaned into him, resigned, as he put his arm around her shoulder. “You’ll do great. You’re the most capable person I know. Just keep smiling.”
“Let’s hope America has as much faith in me as you do…”
Take A Break
She stood up and said she was taking a break.
The parking garage was next door. She needed some air.
She looked over her shoulder at a Secret Service agent and an aide trailing behind. For once I’d like to be alone, she thought.
She was on the third level, looking across a line of satellite trucks to where the debate was being held that evening. It was strangely quiet.
She’d been to countless debates like this. There was usually a buzz of anticipation...but she didn’t give it much further thought.
A pile of briefing papers about a foot thick was sitting on the coffee table in Donald Trump’s suite at the Hilton, just outside Dayton. The man himself was on the phone and several aides were slumped on sofas exhausted from trying to get their candidate to rehearse his lines.
Trump ended the conversation smiling. “Sarah Palin - she loves me.”
He grabbed the stack of papers and flicked through it.
“Nothing too complicated here. Seen it all before.”
“But what about Hillary? This is your first time up against her. What’s your line of attack going to be?” GOP staffer Steve Miles had worked on Mitt Romney’s 2012 campaign and was second on the Trump team. He was used to being ignored.
Trump was checking a text.
“Donald? What’s your best attack? I spent three days working on questions like this with Mitt before he went on TV against Obama.”
Trump ignored him and shouted across to his PA.
“I’m getting messages from the Secret Service saying the traffic is jammed up between here and Wright State. Is that everyone arriving to watch the debate?” He put the papers down, picked up an apple and took a bite.
The PA already had her laptop out. “No, the gridlock’s around Dayton State University. We need to go past there to get to the Nutter Center. Better leave 30 minutes or so early. The Dems are already there.”
Just before 7:00 p.m., the Wright University facilitator was in a panic arguing with network execs to delay for 5 minutes.
Only half of the auditorium was filled and most of the students had yet to take their seats.
“I can’t understand why this is happening,” she cried. “This has been planned for months.”
“Five minutes, no longer.” The executive producer was furious.
For Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, the delay meant a few extra minutes together at the side of the stage. They swapped pleasantries about their families and stood in awkward silence. Clinton preferred the quiet, Trump couldn’t stand it.
“You know why there’s a delay, don’t you?” He smirked.
“The kids are all over at Dayton State University. Different college.”
“So they’re all late? She wished he’d shut up.
“No, they’re not coming. They’re watching the debate on that political reality show, The iCandidate.”
Hillary was aghast.
Trump thought it was pretty funny.