I don’t know when the world for me became a thing that was “felt” so much through music. But at some point, in my early teens, I became obsessed by it. That’s also, I realize now, the same time I began to write seriously. There was a synergy between lyrics and prose. Now, it’s nearly…

This past Christmas, one of my gifts was an old-school coffee percolator from my awesome sister-in-law. I had a feeling I’d be happy with it because I’m learning that the best things in life are worth waiting for, be it a first kiss or a simple cup of coffee. Yeah, I still get my nuclear-hot, caffeine-spiked…

I’m proud and humbled to announce that Blackstone Audio, one of the top companies in the audiobook industry, has optioned the rights to The Millionth Trilogy. The deal was cut last month, right as I boarded a plane for Pittsburgh to visit my family and just one day before the release of my newest novel,…

This Friday, March 17th (St. Patrick’s Day), my 4th novel, The Snow Globe, will release. Why St. Patrick’s Day? To honor my late mother, who was Irish and loved the day. She always wanted to remind me that even though I was half Italian, I still had a good chunk of The Isle in me.…

I hope this newsletter update finds you well. Before I begin, I wanted to share some exciting news with you: One In A Million has been chosen to be one of forty books being cross-promoted online this week on InstaFreebie in the Thriller/Mystery/Horror Category! All the books are FREE. So if you’re in the mood…

Many of you are curious about this whole “self-publishing” gig. How does it work, what does it pay, how is it going? My answers: it’s complicated, not much out of the gate and better than expected. This should surprise no one. Like any business startup, it’s no walk in the park, and take home pay…

“One of the most often overlooked aspects of infidelity is the pain that exists within the cheater, long before the act in question takes place, that subsequently causes the pain in the person being cheated on,” she said as she sat across from me, her hipster glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of her nose…

The detective from LAPD’s Central Station was stunned. “Excuse me, Mr. Faggioli. You went where? Did you just say ‘Boyle Heights’? At what time of day? Ah. Lunch time? Okay. But, for the record? You still got lucky. Don’t do that again. Because I don’t want to be the guy that finds you.” It was…