Showing posts with label Partners in Crime Tours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Partners in Crime Tours. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Deborah Crombie and The Sound of Broken Glass


It’s my pleasure to welcome author Deborah Crombie here today as part of her Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tour for her release, THE SOUND OF BROKEN GLASS.


Deborah has graciously answered some questions about her book and her writing. This is an intriguing 384-page mystery (ISBN: 978-0061990649) that has just been reprinted in paperback by William Morrow. It can be purchased at the following links: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.
   
Here’s a brief synopsis:
      In the past. . .home to the tragically destroyed Great Exhibition, a solitary thirteen-year-old boy meets his next-door neighbor, a recently widowed young teacher hoping to make a new start in the tight-knit South London community. Drawn together by loneliness, the unlikely pair forms a deep connection that ends in a shattering act of betrayal.
      In the present . . . On a cold January morning in London, Detective Inspector Gemma James is back on the job while her husband, Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid, is at home caring for their three-year-old foster daughter. Assigned to lead a Murder Investigation Team in South London, she's assisted by her trusted colleague, newly promoted Detective Sergeant Melody Talbot. Their first case: a crime scene at a seedy hotel in Crystal Palace. The victim: a well-respected barrister, found naked, trussed, and apparently strangled.

      Is it an unsavory accident or murder? In either case, he was not alone, and Gemma's team must find his companion—a search that takes them into unexpected corners and forces them to contemplate unsettling truths about the weaknesses and passions that lead to murder. Ultimately, they will question everything they think they know about their world and those they trust most.

Please help me welcome Deborah to Thoughts in Progress as she tells us a bit about this tantalizing story.

Mason - THE SOUND OF BROKEN GLASS is the 15th installment in your Duncan Kincaid/Gemma James novels. How has the publishing industry changed since the first book in this series was printed?

Deborah:
Well, of course there has been the digital revolution and all the panic that has ensued over the death of “real” books, etc. But in my experience, the publishing industry has always been in a panic. When I sold my first book it was “the mid-list is dying.” Did that actually happen? I don’t know. There are lot of books being published now that I would say are “mid-list.” What I see is that things are always evolving, and that people will keep reading, no matter the format. There are more books published now than ever, and more ways for determined writers to get their work to the public. The sky is NOT falling. Nor, I think, is it likely to.

Mason - Looking back over the series, what has been the most surprising thing you’ve discovered?

Deborah:
I’m not sure I could pick just one! I didn’t know that Duncan and Gemma would have a romantic relationship. I didn’t know that Duncan had a son—or that his son would come to live with him. I didn’t know that Duncan and Gemma would (eventually) get married. And I certainly didn’t foresee a little girl named Charlotte Malik coming into their lives…

Mason - What can you tell us about your main characters Kincaid and James that we won’t discover in the pages of their adventures?

Deborah:
Hmm. The books are very slice-of-life, Sound of Broken Glass coverand we get both their viewpoints very intimately. Maybe we don’t know that Duncan isn’t very good at sports and doesn’t really care about watching football (soccer.) And that it worries Gemma that she can’t imagine what she would do if she weren’t a police officer.

Mason - Living part-time in Texas, what is the hardest part of writing a novel set in England?
 
Deborah:
Getting to England often enough! I have to have that first-hand sense of place. And then there is checking up on things once I’m back in Texas and really engaged in the story. I have to say that the last few years the Internet has a made a huge difference, especially Google Maps and Google Earth. Not that I haven’t always used maps, but now I can actually pull up a particular street and see if there was a dry cleaners or a mini-cab company next to the fried chicken shop! Or if the street is one way! 

Mason - Have you ever considered having Kincaid and James work a case that takes them to Texas?
 
Deborah:
Not really. Readers expect a British mystery and I wouldn’t want to disappoint them. And I can’t imagine what sort of case would bring them to Texas—I had to make it a busman’s holiday to get them to Scotland! I thought in THE SOUND OF BROKEN GLASS that either Duncan or Gemma might have to go to France to follow up a clue (a good excuse for me to go to Paris) but I just couldn’t work it in. 

P.S. I have had one character from Texas, the cafĂ© owner, Buddy, in A FINER END. Maybe I’ll get another Texan in a book someday.

Mason - What can readers look forward to next from you?

Deborah:
The 16th Kincaid/James, TO DWELL IN DARKNESS, is out this coming September (the 23rd). Gemma will be working a case in Brixton, but the primary focus is Duncan’s investigation of a fiery death in St. Pancras International Railway Station. And book #17 is already germinating, although it has no title as yet.

Deborah, thanks so much for joining us today and sharing this look at the lives of Gemma and Duncan. I enjoy the way you incorporate their lives into their work. It makes them so realistic.

For those who aren’t familiar with Deborah, here’s a bit of background on her.

Deborah is a native Texan who has lived in both England and Scotland. She lives in McKinney, Texas, sharing a house that is more than one hundred years old with her husband, three cats, and two German shepherds. 

For more on Deborah and her writing, visit her website, connect with her on Facebook, and follow her on Twitter

You can read and excerpt from THE SOUND OF BROKEN GLASS here.

To learn more about Deborah and this fascinating story, you can also follow her virtual blog tour by visiting the other participating blogs below.
 
2/25 ~ Review @ My Readers Block
2/26 ~ Review @ Deal Sharing Aunt
2/27 ~ The Reading Frenzy
2/28 ~ Review by Carol Wong
3/03 ~ Review @ Celtic Lady Reviews
3/04 ~ Review @ 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too!
3/05 ~ Review @ Deco My Heart
3/07 ~ Review @ A Bookish Girl
3/13 ~ Review @ Melinas Book Blog
3/17 ~ Review @ Marys Cup of Tea
3/18 ~ Interview @ Writers and Authors
3/18 ~ Review @ Tales of a Book Addict
3/19 ~ Review @ Vics Media Room
3/20 ~ Review @ Views from the Countryside
3/26 ~ Review @ Lazy Day Books
3/28 ~ Review @ Book Dilettante 

I’d like to re-share my review I posted last year after listening to the audio version of THE SOUND OF BROKEN GLASS.

One of the joys of reading is being transported to places you couldn’t visit otherwise. Author Deborah Crombie excels in placing her readers smack-dab in the middle of London with her Kincaid/James series.

Crombie’s latest release, The Sound of Broken Glass, is the 15th installment in the series and can be read alone. However, don’t be surprised if you find yourself looking for prior stories involving the pair and the cases they’ve investigated.

Narrator Gerald Doyle does an excellent job bringing the characters to life with his distinct British accent. He gives each their own unique voice making it hard to believe there’s only one narrator. His cadence gives great emphases to the emotions portrayed throughout the story.

Detective Inspector Gemma James and Detective Sergeant Melody Talbot are called to a murder scene at a seedy hotel in Crystal Palace in South London. A well-respected barrister has been found dead, naked and tied to the bed. Their investigation leads them to a local pub where the victim was last seen. As they learn more, the investigation expands and leads Melody to cross a line of conduct involving a sexy guitarist. 

Meanwhile, Gemma’s husband, Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid, has taken personal leave from work. He is caring for the couple’s children, especially their foster daughter, 3-year-old Charlotte, who is having problems adjusting since her parents were murdered.

The story is beautifully woven between events in the past and present bringing the elements full circle. The lead characters are well-developed and very likable. The secondary characters add their own flare to the story.

Crombie combines the elements of 2 mysterious murders with the daily home life of her characters. By blending the two, she makes the characters realistic in their pursuit of family and career.

An eye for detail, Crombie’s descriptions of the setting adds to the story. Each chapter also begins with a bit of history concerning Crystal Palace making it as much a character in the story as the people. Crombie’s way with the words and phrases of London makes it difficult to believe it’s not the author’s home instead of McKinney, Texas.

The Sound of Broken Glass moves at a steady pace. It has its moments of humor, suspense, romance, and family. The twists will keep you guessing who the real killer is until the end. Even though these murders are solved, Crombie opens the door for the next installment in this series leaving fans eagerly awaiting the next case.

While I still haven’t figured out how the title ties in with the story, it is a book I highly recommend. The story is mesmerizing as it flows back and forth. The suspense will hold you captive while you waver between suspects. 

The Sound of Broken Glass by Deborah Crombie, A Kincaid/James Novel, Performed by Gerald Doyle, Harper Audio, @2013, ASIN: B00B29PRGK, Unabridged, Digital Download, Listening Time: 11 Hours 37 Minutes

FTC Full Disclosure - This audio book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

I so appreciate you stopping by today. Have you read (or listened to) any of the Kincaid/James series? When reading a mystery or police procedure, do you like learning about the investigator’s home life too?

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Norfolk Mystery On Tour and Giveaway


I’m delighted to be participating in author Ian Sansom’s Partners in Crime Virtual Blog Tour for his release, THE NORFOLK MYSTERY.


As a stop on the tour, I have the pleasure of telling you a bit about the author and sharing my thoughts on this tantalizing story. The author is also offering a giveaway on his tour (more on that at the end of the post). In addition, you can visit Sansom’s blog tour page to read an excerpt from THE NORFOLK MYSTERY.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Ian Sansom is the author of the popular Mobile Library Mystery Series. He is also a frequent contributor and critic for The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, The London Review of Books, and The Spectator

He is a regular broadcaster on BBC Radio 3 and Radio 4.

For more on Sansom and his writing, visit his website and connect with him on Twitter.

THE NORFOLK MYSTERY, listed under the mystery/detective genre, is published by Witness Impulse. It’s 237 pages long and can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

THE NORFOLK MYSTERY by Ian Sansom

Norfolk_Mystery_Ian_Sansom_cover9dcd5b.JPEGTHE NORFOLK MYSTERY will take you back in time to a bygone England while entertaining you with an intriguing plot.

It’s 1937 and disillusioned Spanish Civil War veteran Stephen Sefton is broke. A mysterious ‘intelligence is essential’ advertisement grabs his attention and leads to his encounter with Professor Swanton Morley, an omnivorous intellect. 

Morley wants to do a history of traditional England including a guide to every county. Their first stop is in Norfolk. However, things don’t go as planned when the vicar of Blakeney is found hanging from his church’s bell rope. Did he take his own life or is there something more fiendish at hand? Morley and Sefton can’t leave until the death is settled, but some of the townspeople can’t wait for them to be gone.

Author Ian Sansom has a unique way of drawing the reader in. His writing is smooth and moves at a steady pace holding the reader’s attention until the end.

The characters are well-developed, eccentric and likeable. Sansom’s vivid descriptions enhances the story of a quaint England countryside with unusual locals and a suspicious suicide. The journey to find the answers is enjoyable making THE NORFOLK MYSTERY hard to put down. 

If you enjoy murder, mystery and mayhem with a hint of Agatha Christie, this is definitely a book for you.

The Norfolk Mystery by Ian Sansom, Witness Impulse, @2013, ASIN: B00E7RX68A, e-Book, 237 Pages 

FTC Full Disclosure – A digital copy of this book was sent to me as part of the author’s blog tour in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

GIVEAWAY DETAILS …..

The publisher is giving away 5 eBooks for use in the BlueFire Reader App.  

Click here to enter the Rafflecopter form. 

Thanks so much for stopping by today. What are your thoughts on stories set in pre-World War II England?

Friday, November 15, 2013

The Joshua Stone On Tour and a Giveaway



I’m delighted to be participating in author James Barney’s Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tour for his thriller, THE JOSHUA STONE.

As part of the tour, I’ll be sharing my thoughts on this suspenseful book and thanks to James, I have an eBook copy of THE JOSHUA STONE to give away. Please see the end of the post for the details. In addition, I’m listing the other blogs participating in the tour so that you may visit with them to find out more about this intriguing story and have more chances to win a copy.

Here’s my thoughts…

THE JOSHUA STONE by James Barney

This story begins in 1959 in an underground laboratory in a remote region of West Virginia. As you can guess, something goes terribly wrong. Not knowing exactly what went wrong will quickly pull you in for a roller coaster ride of adrenaline-induced action.

Following the accident, President Eisenhower ordered the lab sealed shut, all records destroyed. Scientists had mysteriously disappeared and rescue attempts failed.

Fifty-four years have passed and someone from the lab suddenly appears at a local diner injured and dying. As other mysterious events begin to happen along the New River Valley in West Virginia, government agents Mike Califano and Ana Thorne are sent to investigate. 

Joshua-Stone-James-Barney-coverTheir discovery is unbelievable, touching on science and religion. The agents soon find themselves facing more than they could have ever imaged. It’s up to the two agents top stop a global catastrophe as they work to solve a biblical mystery before time runs out.

Author James Barney knows how to capture your attention and never let go. He’s created likable, well-balanced characters that make the unbelievable, believable. 

THE JOSHUA STONE is an intense suspense thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. The story flows smoothly and at a fast pace leaving you breathless at times as the adrenaline kicks in. The plot is harmonious and enthralling.

Barney’s well-developed plot will have you wondering what is fact and what is fiction as he makes it all seems quite possible. 

The Joshua Stone by James Barney, William Morrow Paperbacks, @2013, ISBN: 978-0062021397, Paperback, 416 Pages 

FTC Full Disclosure - This book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

THE JOSHUA STONE can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

James Barney is the critically acclaimed author of THE GENESIS KEY. He is an attorney who lives outside Washington, D.C., with his wife and two children.
For more on James and his writing, visit his website and connect with him on Facebook.

TOUR PARTICIPANTS…
 
10/01 ~ Review @ SavingFor6
10/02 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Deal Sharing Aunt
10/03 ~ Showcase @ My Devotional Thoughts
10/04 ~ Review @ Deco My Heart
10/08 ~ Review @ Vics Media Room
10/09 ~ Showcase @ Books4Tomorrow
10/09 ~ Showcase @ J. C. Martin, Fighter Writer
10/10 ~ Review & Giveaway @ The Reading Frenzy
10/15 ~ Showcase @ HottBooks
10/15 ~ Showcase @ Hotchpotch
10/16 ~ Interview @ Lauries Thoughts and Reviews
10/21 ~ Review @ Kritters Ramblings
10/24 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Popcorn Reads
10/25 ~ Showcase @ The Book Faery Reviews
10/29 ~ Showcase & Interview @ CMash Reads
11/06 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Ryder Islington's Blog
11/07 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Lazy Day Books
11/10 ~ Review @ Marys Cup of Tea
11/11 ~ Review, Guest Post & Giveaway @ Bless Their Hearts Mom
11/14 ~ Review & Giveaway @ 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, MOmmy, & Sissy, Too!
11/18 ~ Review @ Celticladys Reviews
11/19 ~ Review @ Books and Needlepoint
11/21 ~ Review @ Rhodes Review
11/25 ~ Guest Post @ Writers and Authors
11/28 ~ Review @ The Self Taught Cook
11/29 ~ Showcase @ Real Army of Moms

GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

This giveaway is for one eBook copy of THE JOSHUA STONE. The giveaway is open internationally.

To enter, just send me an e-mail (mcbookshelf@gmail.com) with the subject line, “Win The Joshua Stone.” Your message should include your name, the email address you’d like the eBook sent to, and what format you’d like the book in (Kindle, Nook, PDF, etc.). The deadline to enter this giveaway for an e-copy of THE JOSHUA STONE is 8 p.m. (EST) on Saturday, Nov. 23.

Thanks everyone for stopping by today. Do you enjoy suspenseful thrillers?

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Thursday, November 14, 2013

On Tour With A Secondhand Murder by Lesley A. Diehl



I’m delighted to be participating in author Lesley A. Diehl’s Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tour for her recent release, A SECONDHAND MURDER, Book 1 of her new Eve Appel Mysteries Series.

As part of the tour, I’ll be sharing my thoughts on this cozy murder mystery and Lesley will be joining us to talk about her writing. In addition, I’ll list the other bloggers participating in Lesley’s tour so that you can see what others are saying about this fun book and have a chance to participating in the giveaways associated with the tour. You can also visit Lesley’s Tour Page to read an excerpt from her book.

First, here’s a brief synopsis of A SECONDHAND MURDER:

       Spunky and outspoken Eve Appel moves from Connecticut to rural Florida intent on starting a new life, free of drama, and more importantly, her soon-to-be ex-husband. The rural Florida town of Sabal Bay, situated only an hour from West Palm, proves to be the perfect spot for her consignment store.
       Thanks to the recent economic downturn, Florida’s society matrons need a place to discreetly sell their stuff and pick up expensive-looking bargains. But Eve’s life, and her business with it, is turned upside down when a wealthy customer is found stabbed to death in a fitting room. As accusations fly and business slows, Eve decides to take things into her own hands.
       With the help of an unlikely bunch of friends—including her estranged ex, her best friend, a handsome private eye, and a charming mafia don—she struggles to find answers and save lives. Through a maze of distorted half-truths, dramatic cover-ups, and unrequited passions, Eve learns just how far the wealthy will go to regain what they have lost.
 
Lesley joins us now and has graciously answered some questions for me. Welcome Lesley.

Mason - Such an interesting career for the protagonist. What inspired you to have the protagonist own a consignment shop?

Lesley:
I love consignment shops, secondhand stores, Goodwill, Salvation Army, yard sales, rummage sales, church bazaars, anyplace you can search through items and find something really different, unusual, cheap. So, since I know I’m supposed to write what I know, boy, do I know stuff that someone else has owned. My 1874 cottage was furnished almost entirely from items I got at yard sales. My grandmother reused bath water to wash the kitchen floor, for heaven’s sake. The search for a bargain is encoded in my DNA.

Mason - If you had to write this book over, would you do anything differently - content in the book, your writing schedule, the way you researched it, etc.?

Lesley:
Well, it’s not the perfect book, but I think it captures the character of my protagonist well. She’s a woman undaunted by social niceties. She may be the perfect amateur sleuth, next to Miss Marple, because she sticks her nose into everything. What I left out in this one, you can find in the next one in which she takes on the Russian Mob.

Mason - With the book’s release, as you look back what was the biggest surprise that occurred while you were writing the story?

Lesley:
I like all the protagonists I’ve created, but Eve has a special place in my heart because her love of secondhand items so parallels my own. When I go to yard sales (I go every Saturday), I’m as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. You can just never tell what will show up. It’s almost as good as solving a mystery. It’s a lot like finding Secondhand_Murder_Lesley_Diehl_Coverthe killer, but in the case of a yard sale, you get to take the found item home rather than turn it over to the police. 

Eve has turned out to be closer to me than any of my gal sleuths and that is a surprise because she has such a sense of style, is so basically urban in outlook and has no social graces. She’s so different from me in character, yet we share the love of a bargain. That’s the stuff that binds us together. I think she likes me in return although she’s encouraged me to get a backbone on more than one occasion and she thinks I have no fashion sense.

Mason - Have you always wanted to write or was there an event that lead you to writing?

Lesley:
I’ve always loved mysteries and began reading them when I was a kid. Soon I graduated from Nancy Drew and the Dana girls to Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot and still retain my passion for the English mysteries. I think I always wanted to write one of my own, but I never knew it until I retired as a college professor and found myself connecting with parts of myself hidden before. For example, I took Tai Chi classes and pottery classes and learned how much I reveled in the feeling of shaping clay. Those experiences seemed to turn on a creative part of myself I’d ignored for years.

Mason - Of all the authors (past and present) you enjoy reading, has any one (or more) been an influence in your writing?

Lesley:
I mentioned Agatha Christie’s protagonists. She is the queen of the cozy in my view. I think her approach to the mystery, e.g., small town, amateur sleuth, not much blood on the page got hardwired into my brain at around age 8. So it’s not a surprise I write cozy mysteries. I admire the English mysteries including those by P. D. James and Martha Grimes and I like what Elizabeth George does with the English setting and her character development. Janet Evanovich taught me it’s possible to write funny mysteries. But I do love tougher stuff too like Robert Parker, Lee Child, Harlan Coben, Dennis LeHane.

Mason - How would you encourage someone who has never read a cozy mystery to give it a try?

Lesley:
You mean there are people who haven’t taken Agatha for a spin? Shocking. Here’s what I’d say. If you want a fast read with interesting characters and a plot to keep you enthralled, try a cozy mystery. You can leave all that violence and blood behind and focus on the complicated puzzle of who did it. Now isn’t that better than being grossed out by a dismembered corpse? A cozy mystery is like solving a complicated puzzle, like doing the Sunday crossword.

Mason - As a published author, has your perspective of authors changed?

Lesley:
Now I know they’re people struggling to create a world using words. Before I wondered how books came to be. Now I understand all the hard work and the joy and passion of writing.

Mason - What can readers look forward to next from you?

Lesley:
Well, of course there will be more Eve Appel mysteries and more books in my other series also, but I have two books I’ve been considering for some time. I’ve begun writing both of them, but have gotten sidetracked. One book features a protagonist who is a multiple personality. There is humor in it, but it is darker and more edgy than what I usually write. The other book works with the issues of coyotes and their comeback in regions like the Northeast. They are hugely misunderstood, so I use them in the book, a mystery, as part of the controversy surrounding the death of a local farmer.

Lesley, thanks so much for joining us today and answering these questions for me. I like your take on why readers who haven’t tried cozy mysteries should.

Now here’s a bit of background on Lesley. She retired from her life as a professor of psychology and reclaimed her country roots by moving to a small cottage in the Butternut River Valley in upstate New York. In the winter she migrates to old Florida--cowboys, scrub palmetto, and open fields of grazing cattle, a place where spurs still jingle in the post office. Back north, she devotes her afternoons to writing and, when the sun sets, relaxing on the bank of her trout stream, sipping tea or a local microbrew.

For more on Lesley and her writing, visit her website and connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.

Now my thoughts…

A SECONDHAND MURDER by Lesley A. Diehl

The old saying ‘clothes to die for’ wasn’t exactly what Eve Appel had in mind when she and her lifelong friend Madeleine opened their consignment shop, Second to None. But that could be the case when she discovers one of her prime customers murdered in a dressing room on opening day.

It’s up to Eve, with the help of her zany friends, to find the killer before her shop is closed and someone else dies.

Author Lesley A. Diehl blends humor and suspense into a delightful tale of intrigue. Diehl has created likable, realistic characters that will have you laughing as you try to guess who the killer is.

A SECONDHAND MURDER flows at a steady pace with some interesting twists along the way. The setting is inviting and the story will draw you in.

Shopping for clothes will never be the same after a visit to Second to None for an all-out fun cozy murder mystery.

A Secondhand Murder by Lesley A. Diehl, An Eve Appel Mystery, Camel Press, @2013, ISBN: 978-1603819350, Paperback, 260 Pages 

FTC Full Disclosure - This book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

TOUR PARTICIPATNS:

10/01 ~ Review @ Hotchpotch
10/02 ~ Interview & Showcase @ Lauries Thoughts and Reviews
10/03 ~ Review @ Vics Media Room
10/04 ~ Review, Guest Post & Giveaway @ Brooke Blogs
10/07 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Wall-to-Wall books
10/08 ~ Review by Carol Wong
10/09 ~ Review @ Community Bookstop
10/10 ~ Guest Post @ Omnimystery
10/11 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Dr. Pepper Diva
10/14 ~ Review, Interview & Giveaway @ Book2Buzz
10/15 ~ Review @ 2 Kids and Tired Books
10/16 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Beth Art From the Heart
10/17 ~ Review & Giveaway @ A Novel Review
10/18 ~ Review @ Kritters Ramblings
10/20 ~ Guest Post @ The Pen Muse
10/21 ~ Review @ Hezzi-Ds Books and Cooks
10/22 ~ Showcase @ CMash Reads
10/23 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Book Dilettante
10/23 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Marys Cup of Tea
10/25 ~ Review @ Teena in Toronto
10/26 ~ Showcase @ The Stuff of Success
10/27 ~ Review & Giveaway @ bless their hearts mom
10/28 ~ Review @ Jersey Girl Book Reviews
10/29 ~ Showcase @ SweepingMe
10/30 ~ Guest Post @ Vicky at Deal Sharing Aunt
11/01 ~ Review @ WV Stitcher
11/06 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Buried Under Books
11/07 ~ Showcase @ Rose & Beps Blog
11/08 ~ Review @ Bookalicious Travel Addict
11/09 ~ Review & Giveaway @ My Devotional Thoughts
11/11 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Celticladys Reviews
11/12 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Kaisy Daisys Corner
11/15 ~ Review, Interview & Giveaway @ Socrates Book Reviews
11/21 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Cabin Goddess
11/26 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Ryder Islingtons Blog
11/27 ~ Review @ THE SELF-TAUGHT COOK
11/28 ~ Review & Giveaway @ A Room Without Books is Empty
11/29 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Sapphyrias Book Reviews

Thanks so much for stopping by today. Are you a fan of consignment shops? If so, what’s the best treasure you’ve found while shopping? Remember to check out Lesley’s Tour Page to read an excerpt from A SECONDHAND MURDER.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Abe Lincoln: Public Enemy No. 1 On Tour

ALPENO Paperback Cover_2.inddAs we celebrate Election Day throughout the nation today, I’m delighted to be participating in a Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tour for ABE LINCOLN: PUBLIC ENEMY NO. 1 by Bill Walker and Brian Anthony.

Here’s a brief synopsis of the authors’ alternate look at history…

When John Wilkes Booth shoots Lincoln with a bullet cursed by the notorious Chicken Man, a local voodoo practitioner, he unwittingly sets in motion a chain of events extending far into the future. Instead of killing Lincoln, the bullet puts the president into a coma for sixty-eight years, his body remaining limber and ageless. When he awakens in 1933, Abe Lincoln is a man out of time, a revered icon...and a political pariah. FDR and J. Edgar Hoover not only do not want him around, they want him to retire. But their plan to be rid of him backfires and Lincoln is on the run, a fugitive from justice.

Determined to reach Chicago and retrieve the small fortune left in trust for him by his long-dead son, Lincoln discovers that Hoover has confiscated all his money, leaving him destitute. With Bureau of Investigation agent Melvin Purvis in hot pursuit, Lincoln finds his way to a hobo camp where he befriends a young runaway, who agrees to accompany the former president back to Washington. There Lincoln hopes that Hannah Wheelhouse, the Chicken Man’s granddaughter, can help him find the peace he longs for.

Then fate deals Lincoln another strange hand when he and the boy end up as hostages to infamous bank robber John Dillinger. Instead of leaving them by the side of the road after the robbery, Dillinger takes a liking to Lincoln and invites him to join the gang, promising him he’ll get all his money back.

Will Lincoln survive long enough to recapture his fortune and get away, or will he be hunted down in a manner unbefitting a martyred President?

In this inventive and entertaining novel, history gets a work-out, the action is flat-out, and almost everyone gets rubbed-out!

ABE LINCOLN: PUBLIC ENEMY NO. 1 (352 pages) was published by Lowtide Books and is available in hardcover (ISBN: 978-0-9897457-0-3), paperback (978-0-9897457-1-0), and eBook (978-0-9897457-2-7). It can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and on the book’s website.

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

BILL WALKER is an award-winning writer whose works
include novels, short stories and screenplays. His first novel, Titanic 2012, was enthusiastically received by readers, and Bill’s two short story collections, Five Minute Frights and Five Minute Chillers, are perennial Halloween favorites. A highly-respected graphic designer, Walker has worked on books by such luminaries as Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, Dean Koontz, and Stephen King. His most recent novel, A Note from an Old Acquaintance, was published in 2009.
You can catch up with Bill on his website and on Facebook.
BRIAN ANTHONY is a writer and award-winning filmmaker.
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To capture your attention even more, here’s an excerpt from ABE LINCOLN: PUBLIC ENEMY NO. 1 for your reading pleasure. Thanks so much for stopping by today. Have you ever imaged Abe Lincoln being on the run?

CHAPTER ONE 
March 3, 1934
Lake County Jail
Crown Point, Indiana

       Counselor Louis Piquett felt a trickle of cold sweat roll down between his shoulder blades and silently cursed God, the courts, and the governor of the state of Indiana. He couldn't afford to be nervous today, yet his head pounded and his stomach churned from the breakfast he'd eaten at a roadside diner on the way to the jail. He fought back a wave of nausea and cranked open the Ford's passenger side window, letting the raw March air wash over his face. He closed his eyes and breathed it in.
       "You okay, Louis?"
       Piquett turned toward his law partner, Arthur O'Leary, and nodded. "Right as rain. Just wish you'd turn down the blasted heat."
       O'Leary's lips curled in a lopsided grin, which gave his narrow hawk-like face an air of mirthful menace. "Sorry...you know I'm always cold."
       Piquett took off his fedora and wiped his forehead with a wrinkled linen handkerchief. "Yeah, I know. You should go see the doctor about it."
       O'Leary grinned, and Piquett gazed out across South Main Street at the late-Victorian pile that was the Lake County Jail and Courthouse, his eyes scanning the mounted machineguns and the dozens of National Guardsmen manning them behind a four-foot high wall of fifty-pound sandbags.
       "You'd think they were expecting the Kaiser's army," O'Leary said, chuckling.
       "They just don't know what to make of our client, Arthur. Lord knows, I sometimes wonder about him myself."
       "He doesn't belong here, that's for sure," O'Leary said, shaking his head.
       "Unfortunately, his enemies think otherwise. You and I both know he didn't kill that federal officer."
       "That's not what I meant."
       Piquett stared back at his partner, his dark eyes like flints. "I know what you meant." The handkerchief came out again. "You take care of the guards, like I asked you?"
       O'Leary nodded. "There won't be a search."
       Piquett patted the left side of his suit jacket. "They find this on me and we've got a lot more trouble than we ever bargained for."
       O'Leary shot his partner a look of annoyance. "Nobody's got a gun to your head, Louis."
       Despite the rumble in his guts, Piquett smiled. "That's why I like you, Arthur. You always look at the bright side." He glanced at his watch. "Time to go. Wish me luck."
       O'Leary nodded, and Piquett eased himself out of the Ford and closed the door. He hesitated a moment then leaned in through the open window. "If I'm not out in twenty minutes, you get on out of here. You remember where I put the emergency funds?
       "I remember."
       "Good. Keep lookin' at that bright side, Arthur."
       Piquett slapped the roof of the Ford and strode toward the jail. Passing through the narrow opening in the sandbags, he gave the soldiers a cordial nod, climbed the steps and disappeared into the building.
       Following an official clearance, and after passing through a succession of remotely-controlled gates, he stood before the final door separating him from his client. The lone guard, seated at a scarred oak desk, motioned toward the open logbook lying in front of him. Piquett picked up a pen off the blotter and signed his name with a flourish.
       "Morning, officer," he said, handing back the pen.
       The guard, a scrawny young man with greasy black hair and a dull look in his eyes, took back the pen with a smirk spreading across his face.
       "Yeah, well, it ain't so good for that client a yours, counselor."
       Piquett's trial-winning smile widened. "Well, we're all innocent in the eyes of the law, until proven guilty, officer. That's the very foundation on which our great and glorious nation resides. Besides, you never know how a day's going to end, until it's over."
       The guard frowned, his puzzled expression making him look even less intelligent. "You mind standing back and raising your arms, counselor?" he said. "Gotta search ya."
       Piquett's stomach rolled over, but he managed to keep the grin plastered to his face, even as he felt the sweat break out anew.
       Just then an older guard stuck his head in the doorway.
       "He's clean, Jeff."
       The younger guard's frown deepened. "But Sheriff Holley said we was to search every visitor 'fore I pass 'em through this point."
       The older man leaned into the room, his face flushing. "And I'm tellin' you he's clean."
       Piquett watched the tense exchange between the two guards and said a silent prayer.
       The younger guard appeared to think about this for a moment, the gears in his mind grinding slowly. Then he sighed and shook his head. "You say he's clean, Irv, then fine, he's clean."
       The older guard nodded, giving Piquett a knowing look the younger guard missed then left the room. The younger guard stood and threw the lever that operated the automatic doors. There was a loud "clunk," followed by the whir of machinery. The door slid open and clanged to a stop.
       Another guard appeared on the other side of the open doorway and motioned for Piquett to follow.
       They passed through a corridor lined with empty holding cells. At the end of the hall Piquett spotted a wooden chair facing one of the cells. The guard motioned for him to sit. For a fleeting moment, Piquett toyed with the notion of turning around and leaving, going back to the car and driving away--maybe take that vacation he'd always promised himself. But then, whatever was left of his tattered code of ethics took over and he eased himself into the chair.
       "Thank you, officer," he said to the guard. "I'll let you know when we're done.
       The guard nodded, retraced his steps down the corridor and disappeared around the corner. Piquett kept his eye on the corridor for another moment then turned toward the cell.
       His client sat in a matching hardback chair dressed in a white shirt, charcoal-gray vest and matching pants. He was impossibly tall--even sitting down--and impossibly...there. The face he'd grown up admiring, the face that graced the penny and the five-dollar bill now sat watching him with a look of bemusement, gray eyes twinkling in the harsh glow of the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.
       "Good morning, counselor," Lincoln said in his high, soft-spoken voice.
       "Good morning, Mr. President."
       "Please, Mr. Piquett, I do not think it fitting to refer to me by that hallowed moniker, especially when viewed in the harsh light of my present circumstances."
       Piquett felt his face redden. "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to forgive me. I much admired your administration, your achievements."
       Lincoln smiled revealing gaps between his teeth. "And while my achievements may make me immortal, I am an inconvenient reality whose presence is a reminder of things some would prefer to forget. As far as those demigods who now reside in Washington are concerned, I am a man out of time and out of step with the problems of the day."
       "I disagree, Mr. Lincoln."
       Lincoln slapped his knee and chuckled. "You know what's truly ironic, counselor? The tenor of Washington has not changed all that much. I suspect the streets are cleaner and summers are more tolerable nowadays, but those puffed-up politicians have raised backstabbing to a high art. Practice makes perfect. Did you bring it, Mr. Piquett?"
       The abrupt shift in the conversation flustered the lawyer for a moment. "Y-yes, sir."
       He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small package wrapped in butcher paper and tied with twine. He handed it through the bars and Lincoln took it with his large, calloused hand. The package disappeared into his pocket.
       "Thank you, counselor, you've been most helpful. And I appreciate all that you've done. I was especially inspired by your performance in the courtroom during my arraignment last month."
       Piquett puffed with pride. "It was an honor, sir. I just wish I could've done more."
       Lincoln stood and thrust his hand through the bars. "You've done more than any man could ask. If I have need of you again, I will surely call on you."
       The lawyer grasped his client's hand, feeling the strength in the older man's grip.
       "Where will you go?" Piquett asked.
       Lincoln's expression turned melancholy. "Back into the history books where I belong, counselor...if they'll let me...."
       Ten minutes later, as O'Leary guided the Ford through the crush of late morning traffic, Piquett thought about the small wrapped package he'd given Lincoln and wondered--in spite of his sordid lack of ethics--if he'd done the right thing, after all.
* * *
       Jail Handyman Sam Cahoon went cold all over when he felt the barrel of a pistol jabbing into the small of his back. But it was that high voice in his ears that sent his heart racing.
       "I've got to be going, Sam," Lincoln said, "and I need your help. Please don't make me use this. I know only too well what it can do."
       Lincoln guided him over to the locked steel door leading to the adjoining room and motioned for Sam to call out to the guards. A large black man rose from a nearby table where he'd been playing solitaire and joined them. When Sam continued to hesitate, Lincoln kicked the door with his foot, sending a booming sound reverberating around the Day Room, which now fell silent.
       "That you, Sam?" came the voice from the other side of the door.
       Sam looked to Lincoln, his eyes wide with fright. Lincoln pressed the barrel harder into the handyman's back and nodded.
       "Yeah, it's me," Sam said. "I'm done in here."
       "All right," the voice replied.
       A moment later came the rattle of keys and the door swung inward. Lincoln kicked the door hard, sending the startled guard behind it sprawling, then he shoved Sam Cahoon aside and grabbed the guard, who was scrambling to his feet.
       "Y-you out of your mind?" the guard sputtered.
         "So they tell me, son. Now you go on and get us into the guardroom, and no tricks."
       The guard's hands trembled, causing him to fumble with the keys. Lincoln jabbed the barrel harder into the guard's back, eliciting a moan of fear from the man.
       "Hurry, now."
       "I g-got it," the guard said, slapping the key into the lock and twisting it. They burst into the guardroom, where a civilian fingerprint technician and one other guard sat drinking coffee and chewing on jelly donuts, their eyes as round as saucers. Lincoln spotted two Thompsons with fully loaded drum magazines sitting on the windowsill and nodded to the black man.
       "Mr. Youngblood, we shall require those fine instruments of destruction."
       The black man chuckled and grabbed them, handing one to Lincoln, who then held up the pistol he'd used for all to see. A sly grin spread across his face. It was a crudely carved wooden gun blackened with shoe polish, the words "Colt .38" etched into its side.
       Both the guard and the fingerprint technician shook their heads in disgust.
       Lincoln's grin widened. "Well, now, it does seem one can fool some of the people all of the time." He put the wooden gun back into his pocket and waved the barrel of the submachine gun towards the exit door.
       "Mr. Youngblood, take this officer to one of the cells."
       "Yes, sir."
       Youngblood manhandled the guard out of the room and returned moments later.
       Lincoln looked at the fingerprint technician, who sat frozen, the jelly donut still hanging from his mouth.
       "What's your name, son?" Lincoln asked.
       The young technician yanked the donut from his mouth.
       "Uh, Ernest Blunk, sir. You gonna shoot me?"
       "I have no desire to kill anyone, Mr. Blunk, but I am getting out of here. It's your choice." Lincoln's gaze was implacable and Blunk nodded soberly and stood up.
       "All right, gentlemen," Lincoln said, "shall we take our leave?"
       After a short trip down two corridors and one flight of stairs, they emerged into the alley. Lincoln eyed the narrow passageway in both directions, noting the way was clear. He smiled and turned to Blunk, who stood with his arms wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.
       "Where's the garage, son? The one with the private cars."
       "Down the alley, around the c-corner, behind the courts."
       "Let's go."
       The garage was in a shed-like building with a sliding wooden door that reminded Lincoln of an old barn. The door shrieked on its rusty rails as Youngblood slid it open. Inside it was toasty warm and reeked of gasoline and spilled oil. A lone mechanic lay under a late-model Chevy, banging away at a water pump and cursing under his breath. Another man sat behind a desk in the small glassed-in office. Just then a woman walked into the garage.
       "Mr. Saager, is my car--" She stopped in mid-sentence when she spotted Lincoln and Youngblood wielding the two Thompsons and fainted dead away, her limp body slapping against the grimy concrete.
       Youngblood handed his Thompson to Lincoln, picked up the woman and deposited her inside the office on a battered sofa. The black man motioned for the man at the desk to move and the man scrambled out the door with his hands in the air.
       "What's the fastest car in here?" Lincoln asked, handing Youngblood back his Thompson.
       The man from the office looked around and nodded toward the mechanic under the Chevy.
     "Hudak'd know best."
       "Ask him to join us."
       The man eased over to the Chevy and gave the mechanic's leg a nudge with his foot.
       "What you want, Saager?"
       "We got a man here asking about fast cars."
       "What do I look like, a salesman? I'm up to my butt in work here, in case you hadn't noticed, and I got to get this damn Chevy out of here by two."
       Saager looked to Lincoln and shrugged. Youngblood raised the barrel of his Thompson and Saager paled a few shades whiter. He kicked the mechanic harder and said. "You get on out here, Hudak, if you know what's good for you."
       The mechanic slid out from under the car, the curses on his lips dying away when he spotted the two men and their machineguns.
       "Damn!"
       "What's the fastest car in here?" Lincoln asked.
        Hudak jabbed his finger toward a sleek brand-new car parked in a corner, its jet-black paint gleaming under the hooded lights. "That there Ford. Got a real honey of a V-8."
       "That'll be fine, Mr. Hudak."
       "But that's Sheriff Holley's new car."
       Lincoln laughed. "Even better. Mr. Blunk, you will drive. Mr. Hudak, you and your partner will disable all the other vehicles in the garage."
       Hudak looked incredulous.
       "Now, Mr. Hudak."
       The mechanic walked toward the Chevy, shaking his head. When he reached the car, he opened the hood and started gingerly pulling wires.
       Youngblood rolled his eyes, grabbed a hammer and pushed the mechanic aside. "Not like that--like this." He swung the hammer down onto the spark plugs one by one, shattering them then pounded holes in the carburetor. He handed the hammer to Hudak. "Now, go to it, my man. Just like the boss says."
       In moments every other car was disabled and Blunk pulled the Sheriff's car up to the door, the engine revving with a throaty roar. Lincoln and Youngblood climbed in and Lincoln hung his Thompson out the window at Saager and Hudak. Neither man moved.
       "All right, Mr. Blunk. Let us proceed."
       The car pulled into the alley and then out onto East Street. Lincoln swiveled his head back and forth, looking to see if anyone followed. "Nice and slow," he said. "It wouldn't do to draw attention to ourselves."
       They passed the courthouse and Lincoln smiled when he spotted all the soldiers. They swung around a parked bus and pulled up to a stoplight. A bank sat on one of the corners and Lincoln stared at it. "Mighty tempting to procure us some traveling money, but I think we've worn out our welcome here, Mr. Youngblood."
       “Yes, sir, Mr. Lincoln," the black man said, grinning from ear to ear. The light turned green and the car sped out of town. When they reached State Road 8, Lincoln relaxed and began singing an old hymn. His singing voice was surprisingly tuneful and brought a smile even to Blunk's dour face.
       "Where we going, anyway?" Blunk asked when Lincoln had finished singing.
       "Wherever the winds of fate shall take us."
       Youngblood laughed as the car sped off down the road.
       The Great Emancipator was free.