Author: Darin Gibby
Publisher: Koehler Books
ADDY’S DREAM AS
a patent attorney is to help bring a ground breaking energy technology to the
world. Addy’s hopes soar when she is wooed by Quinn, an entrepreneur, to join
his company that has purportedly invented a car that can run on water using an
innovative catalyst. After resigning her partnership to join Quinn, Addy
discovers things aren’t as they seem. The patent office suppresses the
company’s patent applications and her life is threatened by unknown assailants
if she doesn’t resign.
When she is arrested for stealing US
technology from the patent office she realizes Quinn has used her. Now, Addy must
find a way to clear her name while salvaging her dream of propelling this
technology to the world, all while powerful forces attempt to stop her.
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A fast paced new technology adventurous book that keeps the reader hooked on every page! Darin Gibby has definitely nailed it!
Addy is an engineer and a patent attorney, a person who can understand inventors from the inside. She feels for them, because she has the same dream as many of them, to invent the technology that will shake the energy technology ground for good. This is one aspect that makes her great at the job and also contributed in the board’s decision to make her partner at such an early time. Along with her new duties and responsibilities, comes a convention trip to Asia where she meets an inventor, Quinn, who wants her to represent his company in the US Patent Office. Addy is too overwhelmed to reject an opportunity to have her own law firm and work on a division she mostly adores. The moment she meets Quinn is when her new adventurous life begins!
The main character, Addy, is a strong woman that respects the environment and is such a dreamer that wants to promote the idea of hydrogen fuel cells. This is not a new concept in the scientific community. However, what makes it interesting is that there is a new idea in the store, other than cold fusion! And that is the nice plot to get the whole project started.
Not only the book will attract scientist and gasoline usage opposers, but it will give them an suspenseful story to attach! There is the dilemma of the young professional – Should I settle in my career accomplishment as the youngest partner in a law firm or should I leave it all behind and chase after my dream? It is a risk Addy needs to take even if she cannot know if it is for better or worse. It is a real life case and it is written really beautifully!
ADDY FELT LIKE jumping out of her car and doing a quick happy dance in the middle of stalled traffic. Her excitement at becoming the newest—and youngest—partner at the intellectual property law firm of Wyckoff & Schechter was nearly overwhelming.
She grinned at the shadow on the hood of Hindy, her treasured retrofitted cherry red Shelby Mustang. The shadow was created by a barrel-sized, hydrogen-filled balloon that floated above the Mustang’s roof. Gawkers pointed and laughed as the Shelby eased down El Camino pulling the tethered balloon as if in a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. The balloon—which on one side sported her law firm’s logo, and on the other Hindy in giant cursive script—was just an advertising gimmick to show her passion for alternative energies. It was only strapped to the roof on calm, sunny days when she was travelling at low speeds using routes that avoided overpasses. The retrofitted Mustang was
really powered by four electric motors using electricity produced by solar panels and a conventional fuel cell.
At first, the Wyckoff partners questioned Addy’s prudence in strapping a floating balloon to the roof of any vehicle, but they’d come to admire the effectiveness of her marketing innovations. They even lifted their champagne glasses at the end of her mentor’s welcome speech acknowledging that her Shelby was responsible for bringing in increasing numbers of the “green” companies sprouting like weeds all over the Silicon Valley— inventive, entrepreneurial companies in need of legal advice and support for their patents.
While the traffic inched forward, Addy chuckled with excitement. “Hindy, ol’ pal,” she said, patting the dashboard, “you and I are going places now! Next time some overzealous cops accuse you of being a traffic hazard, I’ll stare them down and inform them they’re messing with the partner of a highly prestigious law firm.”
Traffic momentarily loosened and Addy eased Hindy forward, careful not to snap the lines tethering the egg-shaped balloon. Addy sang along with Zissy Spaeth, pop rock’s newest and most flashy star, as Zissy belted out her latest hit, Light in Your Eyes, over the radio. In the corner of her eye she noticed a blaze of neon orange.
Her heart stopped. In the car next to her someone was pointing a bazooka-sized gizmo at her balloon. She blinked, trying to clear her vision.
A flare shot out, aimed straight at her floating ball of hydrogen.
Even in the late afternoon sunlight, it was impossible to miss the explosion. The dirigible burst into a giant fireball, then slowly deflated and floated down toward the Shelby’s crimson hood.
Addy stomped on her brakes, hoping the balloon’s momentum would shoot the flaming mass forward. The fireball, safely secured by its fluorescent yellow nylon tethers, crashed down onto the windshield, blocking Addy’s view. She screeched to a halt, slammed her shoulder into the door, flung it open, and darted out, catching the heel of her pump on the doorjamb, which sent her sprawling headlong onto the pavement.
She heard tires squeal and at least a half dozen blaring horns. Stinging pain shot up from her elbow and knees. Thank goodness traffic had been just inching along.
Ignoring the pain, she bolted forward, arms raised, ready to yank the still-burning fabric off the windshield. Before she got close enough to grab it, the sweltering heat from the flames scorched her cheeks, and she shielded her eyes with her forearm.
Just when she reached the hood, a breeze lifted the infernal blob and propelled it directly at her, the nylon cords now seared through.
She braced herself for the fireball when she felt arms wrap around her chest and yank her back, barely in time to avoid the searing molten mass of goo about to descend on her head, threatening to fry her face and melt
“Are you crazy? What are you thinking?” a deep voice bellowed in her ear, still holding her tight.
Together they watched what was left of the blimp float like a falling leaf onto the grassy shoulder, just like the Hindenburg did almost eighty years ago.
“Someone clearly doesn’t like you, short stuff,” her rescuer said, now standing next to her stroking his goatee, his face hidden behind dark sunglasses and a low-riding Dodgers cap. “More like out to get you. That was some kind of flare the driver shot at your blimp. I tried to spot his license plate, but it was covered up. Snapped a picture with my phone, though,” the man said fishing it from his pocket.
“You can kind of see a tattoo on his forearm. The police will love
Before she could thank him, someone cried out, “Call a fire truck! The grass!”
Brush fires in California were no joking matter. Addy could smell the smoldering grasses.
A strong breeze fanned the flames, pushing the fire toward a row of
Then she heard a whiny voice coming from the milling crowd of stranded passengers who’d gathered to find out what was holding up their homeward commute. “I’ve seen that blimp before. I knew it was trouble,” the whiner complained.
“Yeah, but at least she’s part of the solution,” said someone else. “Her car doesn’t use gasoline. Look at what you’re driving,” he said, sneering at the whiny woman’s crossover SUV.
Addy’s knees buckled, her head spinning. She plopped down onto the pavement and hugged her bare legs. This couldn’t be happening.
Why would someone try to destroy her car?
About the Author
In addition to a thriving career as a novelist, author Darin Gibby is also
one of the country’s premiere patent attorneys and a partner at the prestigious
firm of Kilpatrick Townsend (www.kilpatricktownsend.com).
With over twenty years of experience in obtaining patents on hundreds of
inventions from the latest drug delivery systems to life-saving cardiac
equipment, he has built IP portfolios for numerous Fortune 500 companies. In
addition to securing patents, Gibby helps clients enforce and license their
patents around the world, and he has monetized patents on a range of products.
Darin’s first book, Why Has America Stopped Inventing?, explored the
critical issue of America’s
broken patent system. His second book, The Vintage Club, tells the
story of a group of the world’s wealthiest men who are chasing a legend about a
wine that can make you live forever. His third book, Gil, is about
a high school coach who discovers that he can pitch with deadly speed and
is given an offer to play with the Rockies during a
player’s strike. Gil soon discovers, however, that his unexpected gift is the
result of a rare disease, and continuing to pitch may hasten his own death.
With a Bachelor of Science degree in mechanical engineering and a Master of
Business Administration degree, he is highly regarded in Denver’s
legal and business community as a patent strategist, business manager, and
community leader. He is also a sought-after speaker on IP issues at businesses,
colleges and technology forums, where he demonstrates the value of patents
using simple lessons from working on products such as Crocs shoes, Izzo golf
straps and Trek bicycles.
An avid traveler and accomplished triathlete, Darin also enjoys back country
fly-fishing trips and skiing in the Rocky Mountains. He
lives in Denver with his wife,
Robin, and their four children.
His latest book is the thriller, Chasing Hindy.
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