Friday, April 18, 2014

Featured Author: Susan Israel

"Smart, witty, and delightfully unpredictable, Susan Israel's Over My Live Body is a truly wonderful debut. Highly recommended."
– Doug Corleone, author of Good as Gone

About the book:

Delilah is accustomed to people seeing her naked. As a nude model – a gig that keeps food on the table while her career as a sculptor takes off – it comes with the territory. 

But Delilah has never before felt this vulnerable. 

Because Delilah has an admirer. Someone who is paying a great deal of attention to her. And he just might love her to death.

 The debut of a shockingly fresh voice in suspense fiction, Over My Live Body will work its way inside of you.

Interview with Susan Israel

Susan, how long have you been writing and how did you start?

I wrote my first (really bad!) "novel" when I was in 7th grade and 
wrote even before that; it was a way to cope with feeling bullied. I
 thought about writing professionally when I was in high school, but had
 no outlet and little encouragement, save for an English teacher who 
recognized that the sentences I wrote as exercises had a plot and I had
 the temerity to name one of the characters Jane Austen! It wasn't until
I went to college that I dove in head-first and found an audience.

What's the story behind the title Over My Live Body?

I didn't have any title per se when I started writing what would turn
out to be Over My Live Body, I referred to it as "work in progress."
 For a short time I gave it the working title "The Object Of My 
Affection" but that didn't stick either. There was a movie I hadn't 
seen by that title and I didn't want it to be confused with that.
 Furthermore, since the book is written from Delilah's point of view, I 
wanted a more Delilah-centric title, and Over My Live Body fit in more
ways than one.

How did you create the plot for this book?

I was a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer, writing every day and letting
 the characters do as they willed, and when I had the finished product,
I went back and revised and polished. I had a synopsis before I started 
writing my second, but to a certain extent, the characters still take

Is your book based on real events?

Nothing in my book is based on actual events, but some similar
 incidents have occurred in the course of writing the books, a case of 
"life imitates art." I listen to 24/7 news a lot and punctuate my
 narrative with what I hope are realistic references to daily police 
activity in the city; sometimes all too realistic. But none of the 
incidents in my books are based on anything real.

Are you like any of your characters?

I would say I'm a lot like Delilah except she is younger and taller.

Who are your favorite authors?

There are many but I'll touch on a few. When I'm reading, I love a sense of place as well as characters and plot, whether it be fiction or nonfiction. One of my favorite books has always been A Moveable Feast, though Hemingway isn't my absolute favorite author. I would include F. Scott Fitzgerald, who also captured the 20s so well, a decade I wish I had lived in. For mysteries, I love the Paris settings and characters of Cara Black. I'm a big fan of Peter Matthiessen, who I had the good fortune to have as a writing professor.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?

My favorite time to write is at night, when it's generally quieter outside, when the sun isn't in my eyes, when there's less extraneous noise that I can't control. (My own TV or radio doesn't bother me.) Daylight Saving Time is not my best friend, though I like the weather that goes with it. I wrote all of Over My Live Body in a generic computer cluster, but that cluster doesn't exist any more.

Where's home for you?

Home is where my dog is.

Where is your favorite library and what do you love about it?

My favorite library is Yale's Sterling Memorial Library (except during periods of renovation every few years). I love the reading rooms with the cushy leather chairs and the mezzanine floors of the stacks where you can literally hide from the world and write or read something you never knew existed. I feel safe and cloistered there.

What's your favorite candy bar?

I love Lindt bars, especially dark chocolate, and Sky Bar. But especially anything Lindt.

About the author:

Susan Israel lives in Connecticut with her beloved dog, but New York City lives in her heart and mind. A graduate of Yale College, her fiction has been published in Other Voices, Hawaii Review and Vignette, and she has written for magazines, websites and newspapers, including Glamour, Girls Life, Ladies Home Journal and The Washington Post. She's currently at work on the second book in the Delilah Price series, Student Bodies.

Find Susan:
Facebook | 
Goodreads | 
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Story Plant

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Monday, April 14, 2014

The Writing Process Blog Tour

Paul Anthony
was kind enough to tag me in the Writing Process Blog Tour. In addition to be a prolific writer, Paul is one of the biggest supporters of indie authors I know, and I am always grateful and flattered when he asks me to participate in a blog hop.

Paul Anthony is the pseudonym of a man born in Southport, Lancashire. He has written a number of fictional novels and a collection of poetry in print, Amazon Kindle, Apple iPad and PDF Download. He has also written television scripts, screenplays and film scripts as an individual or with the award wining scriptwriter, Nick Gordon. The son of a soldier, Paul Anthony settled in Cumbria before becoming a police cadet. Seconded to Haigh Colliery in Whitehaven, he mined the pit face and then worked at a biscuit factory, in Carlisle, as a machine operator. He also worked with deaf people and was trained in the treatment of drug addicts and alcoholics. Paul went to Eskdale Outward Bound School but eventually joined Cumbria Police proper. Working as a detective, he served in the CID, the Regional Crime Squad in Manchester, the Special Branch, and other national agencies in the UK. He has an honours degree in social sciences, and diplomas in management and office management.

Please visit Paul at his blog, and find out how he answered The Four Questions and to find out more about his books. Follow the participants in the tour to meet some great authors and read about their writing processes as well as their fantastic books.

The Four Questions

Every author in the Writing Process Blog Tour must answer the same four questions. So without any further ado, here are my answers to the four Q's:

1)    What am I working on?

Right now I’m working on several projects. I’m doing final edits for the second book in my Goose Pimple Junction mystery series, Heroes & Hooligans, in which Martha Maye and Johnny Butterfield are the main characters. Louetta, Tess, Jack, and Pickle will be back, but the story will be centered around Martha Maye and her soon-to-be ex-husband, who doesn't want to be an ex. Add some new characters--big flirt Honey Winchester and Louetta's sister Ima Jean, who has left the store without all her groceries, if you know what I mean. And then there's the thief who's stealing the town blind, and Martha Maye's stalker...

I’m almost finished writing a GPJ novella, Short & Tall Tales in Goose Pimple Junction, that will go in between GPJ books one and two; and every once in a while I work on the third book in the series, Rogues & Rascals, although it’s slow going.

2)    How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I think what’s different about my GPJ series are the quirky characters and the quaint but idiosyncratic small southern town in which they live. They’re a right neighborly sort, full of colorful talk and good intentions. And they don’t let little things like murder and mayhem get them down.

3)    Why do I write what I do?

That’s a darn good question. Actually, my idea for Murder & Mayhem came from family history involving--what else but--murder and mayhem. I wanted to write about the stories I’d heard all my life. 
But I decided I wanted the town to be a little kooky. My father and grandfather were always coming up with colorful southern phrases, such as “I’ll be there if the good Lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise.” Why answer with a simple "fine" to the question "How are you?" when you can say, “I’m still buying green bananas?” or "If I were any better I'd have to be twins." Those sayings and more stuck with me, and when I started writing, I researched and found gobs more. So that's how I started writing humorous mysteries. When I finished writing the first book, I found that the characters wouldn't go away. They kept coming up with new ways to create murder and mayhem, so as long as they hang around in my head, I'll keep writing humorous murder mysteries.

4)    How does my writing process work?

The first drafts are bare bones. I try to get down the gist of the plot as it comes to me. After that, I go back and start layering. I add details and reword things. After that I go back and start layering. I add details and reword things. Yes, I really did say that twice. But actually, I add details and reword things over and over and over until I’m sick to death of the story. I also do this after each beta reader gives me feedback. And I continue to do this as I go through for typos and errors. I’m learning not to give the manuscript to an editor until I’ve layered about a hundred times. After an editor looks at it, and I make changes due to her suggestions, I go over it again. And again. Knowing when to stop is my biggest problem.

Thank you again, Paul Anthony, for inviting me to this blog hop. What better time to be in a blog hop than the week before Easter? Sorry, bad joke. At the top of this post, I said Paul is one of the biggest supporters of indie authors I know. Also on that list are three authors I invited to the blog hop. Check out their blogs and their books. You'll be glad you did!

Next up...

I have tapped Leti Del Mar, Christoph Fischer, and Billie Thomas to take part in the Writing Process Blog Tour. Watch their blogs next Monday for their posts.

Leti Del Mar lives in sunny Southern California with her husband, daughter, and abnormally large cat. When she isn’t writing, reading, or blogging, she is teaching Biology and Algebra to teenagers. Leti is also a classic film buff, passionate about Art History, and loves to travel. Find Leti at her blog, Words With Leti Del Mar.

Leti's Amazon author page

Christoph Fischer was born in Germany, near the Austrian border. After a few years in Hamburg he moved on to the UK where he now lives in a small hamlet, not far from Bath. He and his partner have three Labradoodles to complete their family. 
Christoph worked for the British Film Institute, in Libraries, Museums and for an airline. He completed the historical Three Nations Trilogy last year and will publish his first contemporary novel Time To Let Go in May. Find Christoph at his blog.

Christoph's Amazon author page

Billie Thomas is the pseudonym of Birmingham-based author, Stephanie Naman. Her debut novel, Murder on the First Day of Christmas, is the first in the Chloe Carstairs Mystery Series. Stephanie's day job is in the advertising industry (which might explain why she’s constantly thinking up ways to kill people without getting caught). Connect with her at her blog, Chloe Gets a Clue, or on Twitter.

Billie's Amazon author page


Friday, April 11, 2014

Featured Author: Emily Sue Harvey

Emily Sue Harvey is on tour with The Story Plant and she's here today to talk about her contemporary romance novel, Cocoon

About the book

New York Times bestselling author Steve Berry has said that, “Emily Sue Harvey has a sure touch and strong voice. She's a talent to watch.” New York Times bestselling author Jill Marie Landis called Harvey’s first novel, Song of Renewal, “an uplifting, heartwarming story.” Now Harvey returns with a tale as rich in drama as it poignant in the truths it tells.

When widowed Seana Howard meets Barth McGrath, a newcomer to their little town, she never dreams she’ll fall in love again. Despite his somewhat quirky ways, she falls for the man. The only problem is that her married children do not trust the mysterious stranger. Who is he? Where exactly did he come from? Why are there so many questions about his past? 

Against their wishes, Seana elopes with Barth and is happier than she’s been in years. Then her happiness shatters when a mysterious illness suddenly befalls her, exiling her once brilliant mind to a dark nightmare from which she may never return. The eclipse is startling and complete. Will Barth, with such a short history with Seana, love her enough to endure the trials of caring for someone under such dire circumstances? Can her family get past their suspicions and trust his motives and love for their mother? Will Seana ever escape her dark cocoon and reclaim her very purpose for living? Will life give her a second chance to spread her wings, like a beautiful butterfly?

Cocoon is a life-affirming story of travail, obstacles, and the extraordinary lengths that undying love will travel.

Interview with Emily Sue Harvey

Emily, how long have you been writing, and how did you start?

I’ve been writing since college days. The tragic death of my eleven-year-old Angie turned my life from teaching aspirations to writing. I began writing for therapy and discovered it to be a gift, as well as a passion. I connected with Southeastern Writers Association in the late eighties, winning twenty plus awards before joining the Board of Directors and eventually serving as president. I served there for twenty-five plus years. During that time, I gained dozens of short story credits in anthologies such as Chicken Soup, Chocolate for Women, Woman’s Day, and True Story, to name a few. I then launched out into mainstream fiction novels. In 2009, Story Plant published my premiere novel, Song of Renewal. Later that year, I signed a six book contract with Story Plant. I’m currently working on my seventh book for them, entitled, Twilight Time. 

What’s the story behind the title Cocoon?

The title, Cocoon, symbolizes both the dark steroid psychosis imprisonment of the heroine, Seana McGrath and later, her miraculous metamorphosis into the beautiful butterfly.

Do you have another job outside of writing?

Writing is full time for me.

How did you create the plot for Cocoon?

The Cocoon plot is based on a true to life story. This happens to a degree with many of my books but in Cocoon, the medical details remain authentic. The characters, though fictionalized, in some aspects are like Gerald and Kay Turner, the real life couple. All else is pure fiction. 

What’s your favorite line from a book? 

A quotation by Andy Andrews from the Butterfly Effect:

 “A butterfly can flap its wings and set molecules of air in motion, which would move other molecules of air, in turn moving more molecules of air—eventually capable of starting a hurricane on the other side of the planet.”

How do you get to know your characters?

I fall in love with each of my characters in the beginning of creation and delve into their hearts, minds, and souls as a way of understanding their choices in the story. I don’t give up on even the vilest of characters, knowing anyone can be redeemed. Each of my stories has components of love, betrayal, forgiveness, and redemption.

Which character did you most enjoy writing?

Wow! That’s tough because I love all my characters. But I think I enjoyed writing about Seana because she was so complex. The steroid psychosis transformed her into someone else entirely, taking her “away” from her loved ones. In the story, I had to get inside Seana’s head while she was experiencing the psychosis, which lasted several years. I did this by talking extensively with the real life victim and her caretaker. It was definitely a challenge.

Are any of your characters inspired by real people?

Cocoon characters are based on composites of many different people I know and have known. Some are based entirely on actual people I know. For instance, I’ve already revealed Seana and Barth McGrath to be based on Kay and Gerald Turner. Billy Jean is based on my friend, Billie Jane McGregor, who, like the book’s character, battles bone cancer. I love to profile true heroes because they encourage those battling the odds to keep on keeping on.

Are you like any of your characters?

There’s a little of me in all my characters. Else, how could I create and understand them? I like to think that I’m a loving, merciful, forgiving person and so most of my characters eventually find those traits in themselves. But not before plodding through some valleys because only then can one appreciate the mountain tops.

If you could be one of your characters, which one would you choose?

I would be Zoe, Seana’s wildflower daughter. She’s a lioness, yet later she reveals a more gentle, compassionate side when she falls in love with hunky Scott, the coach who finally tames her.

With which of your characters would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore?

Oh, I would definitely like to be stuck in a bookstore with Barth. He’s such an intellectual guy who knows all about—well, just about everything, from homeopathic medicine to how to cook up a fantastic, healthy gourmet meal! I love men who can cook!

With what five real people would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore?

That’s really a fun question to mull over. Being stuck in a bookstore with them, huh? In this order: Pat Conroy, Ann Rivers-Siddons, Jan Karon, Jill Marie Landis, and  Lisa Gardner. Ask me next week and the names may vary except the first one.

Tell us about your favorite scene in the book.

My favorite scene is the one in which Seana is awakened suddenly in the dark of night by a mysterious, extraordinary light that envelopes her, at once soothing and warming her and causing a prickling. Yet is isn’t fear. It will be a life-changing, miraculous experience for the woman who’s been entrapped in a cocoon for several years.

What song would you pick to go with your book?

"Through it All" by Andre Crouche.

Who are your favorite authors?

Pat Conroy and Ann Rivers-Siddons top the list.

You get to decide who would read your audiobook. Who would you choose?

Pat Conroy.

I'm sensing a pattern here! 

What book are you currently reading and in what format (e-book/paperback/hardcover)? 

Paperback: Veronica Roth’s best-seller, Divergent. My teen grandson, Jensen, wanted me to read it, and it’s a page turner.

Do you have a routine for writing? 

Depends on whether I’m working on a book project. If so, I work regular hours, like from ten a.m. until two in the afternoon. Or from four p.m. until eight in the evening. When not working on a book, which is not often, I usually do my blogs and etc. mid-morning.

Where’s home for you? 

Startex South Carolina, the mill hill setting for my national bestselling novel, Unto These Hills. The old mill hill name was Tucapau, which I use in the book.

If you could only keep one book, what would it be?

The Bible.

Are you happy with your current publishing choice?

I’m extremely happy to be with Story Plant publishing house. Lou Aronica originally helped me edit (cut 100 pages) from a novel with the Peter Miller Literary and Film Agency in New York. Later when Lou and Peter Miller formed Story Plant publishing house, they loved my writing and put me under contract to write for them. I feel truly blessed to be where I am with Story Plant. I’m in very good company.

What’s one of your favorite quotes?

“To love and be loved is the greatest blessing on earth.” --Unknown.

What’s your favorite candy bar?

Giant Snickers with almonds...

That's mine, too! 

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Right here in Startex, South Carolina.

What are you working on now?

I’m finishing Twilight Time as you read this. It’s the story of a couple simultaneously battling trauma and Alzheimer’s. Deepening shadows gather splendor over Peter and Rachel, and they fall in love again, as they did then.

About the author

New York Times bestselling author Jill Marie Landis called Song of Renewal “An uplifting, heartwarming story of forgiveness, commitment, and love, and Kay Allenbaugh, bestselling author of Chocolate for a Woman’s Soul says “Emily Sue Harvey’s work will linger in the memory long after readers put it aside.” National bestselling author Harvey, who has written numerous inspiring works of nonfiction, writes intensely romantic novels that thrill the heart as they inspire the soul. Her stories have something to say to every family.

Connect with Emily:

Buy the book:
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Featured Author: George R. Hopkins

George R. Hopkins' mystery novel, Letters from the Dead, is a 2013 Readers Favorite International Book Contest Award Winner and 2013-2014 Reader View Literary Award Winner. Dr. Oliva Dsouza, of Readers' Favorite, says, “A thriller that entangles you in the web of intermingling story tracks and keeps you guessing till the end.” Michel Violante of Reader Views says the book is “An intriguing thriller that kept me glued to the pages. I was not able to put it down thanks to the combination of interesting characters, pacing and suspense, along with the humor.” George is here today with an excerpt and to chat about writing, himself, and his books.

About the book:    

What do you do when a killer comes after the people you love? Set against the background of the hunt for serial killer Lex Talionis, Letters from the Dead includes a cast of complex characters: hard-nosed, hot-headed NYC homicide detective Tom Cavanaugh; Cavanaugh’s half-brother, Jack Bennis, a Jesuit priest and former covert agent; 90 year-old Mary Jane McIntyre in a nursing home guarding deadly secrets in letters from her dead sister; and a ninja-like killer bent on revenge for the cyber-bullying suicide of his daughter. Together in this fast-paced mystery-thriller, they confront a wide array of physical, emotional, and psychological conflicts – including anger, aging, marriage, pregnancy, love … and murder.

Interview with George Hopkins

George, how long have you been writing, and how did you start? 

I’ve been writing on and off for over fifty years. I was Sports Editor of my weekly college newspaper for a while and majored in English. I taught English in high schools for over thirty years and had a number of essays published in our local newspaper. I wanted to try fiction, and for the last ten years I’ve been writing mystery/thrillers. 

What’s the story behind the title Letters from the Dead 

A 90-year-old woman in a nursing home keeps a group of letters she received from her now dead sister.  The letters hold secrets that her two sons never knew. The letters could change the brothers, but they also put the elderly woman in danger as they also reveal things about another resident of the nursing home that could implicate him in a number of crimes.

Do you have another job outside of writing?   

I conduct a writing workshop at the John Noble Maritime Collection on Staten Island, New York. I also have been coordinating a Senior Poetry Contest and Festival for the Community Agency for Senior Citizens for the past fourteen years.

How did you create the plot for this book?
This is an interesting question I never thought about before. Actually, with this mystery, I started with the killer and worked backwards. I introduced a lot of cross-conflicts and an elderly aunt who holds letters written by the mother of the major characters. The letters reveal secrets the brothers do not know, but also put her life in danger.

What’s your favorite line from a book?

My favorite line is naming the serial killer. If I told you the line, however, it would give away the ending.

Talk about a hook! How do you get to know your characters?  

I put myself in their shoes. I’ve come to realize that there are usually no completely blacks or whites in life, but a series of grays. All of my characters face real problems.  How they deal with the problems and conflicts make up the story. No one is without blemishes or totally evil. We are what we are.

Which character did you most enjoy writing?  

All of my characters are a part of me. Choosing one would be like asking me which of my children do I love the most. I love them all – for better or worse.

What would your main character say about you?   

“He’s not really a bad guy. He means well. He gets a bit obsessed at times. He’s scrupulous, basically moral, has a sense of humor (maybe a little sick at times), and loves life. He’s not very aggressive, but with him – still waters definitely run deep – and I wouldn’t like to get on his wrong side. He loves his family, writing, and golf – in that order (although he is a horrible golfer).”

Are any of your characters inspired by real people?

My characters are a part of all the experiences I have had and the imagination of my sometimes fertile mind. No one is based on a real person. Rather they are all based on combinations and imagination.

Is your book based on real events?  

No.  Although there are elements in it that are real like the stories of Rwanda, Somalia, post-stress-traumatic syndrome, and ectopic pregnancies.

Are you like any of your characters?

Probably. We are all human beings, and we all have flaws as well as strengths.

One of your characters has just found out you’re about to kill him off. He/she decides to beat you to the punch. How would he kill you?    

He would probably have my wife come up to me and shoot me as she said, “I am sick and tired of calling you for dinner while you keep typing on that damn computer. How many times do I have to tell you dinner is ready? I’ve had it. Eat this!” BANG!

Yikes! I'd be on time to dinner, if I were you! If you could be one of your characters, which one would you choose?   

I’m a part of all my characters, but I would probably choose Cavanaugh because he appears resolute on the outside, but he tries to keep his true feelings to himself.

With which of your characters would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore?   

Father Jack Bennis. He is well-read and has had multiple experiences as a soldier, an assassin, and now a priest.

A father with experience as an assassin? Now that is intriguing. With what five real people would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore? 

My family.

Tell us about your favorite scene in the book. 

This would be the rape scene where Fran’s ex-lover attacks her and she fights for the gun in her purse. Or it could be the scene where Cavanaugh encounters the serial killer in Fran’s apartment.

Who are your favorite authors? 

Michael Connelly, James Patterson (when he writes by himself), Pat Conroy, James Joyce, William Faulkner, John Steinbeck, Lawrence Sanders, Robert Parker – eclectic group!

Yes, and you have some of mine in there! What’s one pet peeve you have when you read?

Grammatical and spelling errors.

Do you have a routine for writing?   

I usually write at night when everyone else has gone to bed. The plan is to write one page a night so that at the end of the year I will have written 365 pages, but I tend to get on a roll at times which means I finish the book earlier (unless there are a lot of distractions in my life – which there usually are) and I go to bed much later.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing? 

I prefer to write at night so no one disturbs me, and I don’t disturb anyone else.  It seems sometimes when I am sitting at the computer typing I get the feeling my wife feels I am goofing off. It’s much better for both of us if I write alone.

Where’s home for you?   

I live in Staten Island, the “forgotten” borough of New York City.

If you could only keep one book, what would it be? 

The dictionary.

You’re leaving your country for a year. What’s the last meal (or food) you would want to have before leaving?   

A 24 oz. steak, medium-rare, smothered with onions and mushrooms or simply a quarter-pounder with cheese, onion rings, and French fries.

Would you rather work in a library or a bookstore?  

A bookstore because you can talk more freely to people.

Where is your favorite library, and what do you love about it?

The 42nd Street Library in Manhattan because it has everything a “normal” person would want or need.

You’re given the day off, and you can do anything but write. What would you do?   

Play golf with my friends or play with my grandchildren.

You can be any fictional character for one day. Who would you be?  

The Little Engine that Could.

I love that! What would your dream office look like?  

It would be lined with books. There would be a large, uncluttered (for a while at least) desk with a computer, a printer, a radio, and quiet.

Why did you decide to self-publish?

I could not find an agent, and I wanted to get my books “out there” before I died.  Publishing with the few remaining large publishers can take up to two or more years.
You published with OutskirtsPress, who caters to self-published authors. Are you happy with your decision?

I published Letters from the Dead with OutskirtsPress because it allowed me to keep the price of the book down for readers. I was disappointed, however, in their use of a small font in printing the book. I found Xlibris, who published my first two novels, Blood Brothers and Collateral Consequences, did an excellent job of printing, but the cost for readers, I felt, was too high.

What steps to publication did you personally do, and what did you hire someone to do? Is there anyone you’d recommend for a particular service?

I did the first book all on my own, but had the second and third novel covers designed by the publisher.

What’s one of your favorite quotes?  

“Things fade, alternatives exclude.”

What’s your favorite candy bar? And don’t tell me you don’t have one!  

Chuckles and jelly beans.

Tis the season for jelly beans. I get in trouble with those little bitty beans. What do you like to do when you’re not writing? 

Talk with my wife, visit my grandchildren, watch my favorite TV shows (NCIS, Blacklist, Blue Bloods, Castle), and play a lousy game of golf.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?  

Where I am. As a former student once told me, “No matter where you are, that’s the place to be.”

What are you working on now?  

Another mystery/thriller with the same characters tentatively called Random Acts of Malice, involving a plot to kill a judge.

Good luck with it, George, and please come back when it's released to tell us more!

Let's Talk Writing Interview

Excerpt from Letters from the Dead

We lay aside letters never to read them again,
and at last we destroy them out of discretion,
and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life,
irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.


Chapter 1

Mary Jane MacIntyre lay in her bed fingering her rosary beads. She looked down at her hands as she started the first decade of the Sorrowful Mysteries – the Agony in the Garden. Her fingers were bent and twisted by arthritis. She looked at the brown spots and wrinkled skin on the backs of her hands. And her mind began to wander.

    “Peggy, you’ve got to tell the police….”

     Tears rolled down Margaret’s cheeks. Her hands and voice trembled. “I can’t, Mary Jane. He’ll kill me. You don’t know what he’s like.”

    “You can’t let him do this to you, Peggy. You can’t let him get away with this.”

    Like a sheet of newspaper caught in the wind, the voices within her skipped from place to place as another voice within voiced a series of Hail Marys.    

She lifted her eyes to see the black and white picture of three young people framed in a faded leather frame on her night table. She didn’t need her reading glasses to recognize the three standing, smiling on the sandy beach of Coney Island. He stood in the middle with one arm around each girl. He was tall and thin, and his dark hair was ruffled. Both girls were laughing. One wore what looked like a short shirt with two thin bands running around the bust and the bottom. The other wore a sleeveless dark woolen jersey tank suit that clung tighter to her body with a light belt around the waist. The bathing suit was actually navy blue and the belt white rubber, Mary Jane remembered.

    The words of the prayer in the background peeped in again as she started the second Sorrowful Mystery. “… lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil….”

    She was the only one left now. They had gone. He first, then she. Mary Jane was the only one left now - the only one who knew.

    The door to her room opened a bit as a nurse looked in. Ms. MacIntyre was saying her rosary again as she did every day. The nurse decided not to interrupt her reverie. She would come back later.

Mary Jane heard the door open and close. Her ears had not lost what her legs, hands, and eyes had. She may be old, but she still could hear. Sometimes, as she continued to pray the rosary and try to concentrate on the second Sorrowful Mystery – the Scourging at the Pillar, the voices of her past were as clear as the opening of the door.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” The voice was gruff and loud with a slight touch of a coarse Irish brogue. She heard the thud again as he punched her in the chest and threw her against the car. “You mind your own bloody business, you little whore, or I’ll do the same to you.”

“I hope you die,” the young woman’s voice replied. She saw herself running down the street screaming, “I hope you die. I hope you die….”

She heard his laugh again. Its icy tone sent shivers through her body. Howling like a madman, he lifted his flask of Bushmills and shouted, “Not before I take your little sister with me.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners....” Mary Jane’s eyes moved to her end table where she kept the letters. No one seemed to write letters very much anymore. At least she never got any. But who was left to send her any? The letters in the drawer were sacred to her. They held a secret she had kept buried within her for a long time. Maybe too long. Soon it would be her time. Should she tell someone? What good would come of it now?

On the wall by the side of the window, the MacIntyre coat of arms hung, another remembrance of the past, a gift her father had given her on her twelfth birthday. She recalled his stories about the ancient MacIntyre clan and how one of its earliest lords cut off his thumb to plug a hole in a sinking ship. He regaled her with stories as she sat in his lap at the kitchen table in their fourth floor railroad apartment and he drank his Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and told her about how the MacIntyre family was a proud clan of warriors and poets that survived battles and adversity. How many times had he made her shout with him, the MacIntyre war cry, “Cruachan”?

Her eyes could just make out the two red eagles with outstretched wings, the ship with furled sails, the red fist clutching a cross, and the hand with a dagger protruding from a knight’s helmet on the family crest. She couldn’t see the family motto from where she lay, but she knew it by heart – “Per ardua” – through difficulties. Life had been a series of difficulties, yet here she was – the only one of the group left with a secret buried in the letters which pressed on her heart.

It was time to let go. But she had to tell someone before she left. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.”

About the author:

George Hopkins, a former United States Marine Corps sergeant, has worked as an assistant principal of English in the NYC public high schools and has taught at Columbia Teachers’ College, St. John’s University, Middlesex College, and the College of Staten Island, in addition to being an exchange teacher in Puerto Rico. Twice he was honored by the NY Association of Teachers as “Teacher of the Year.” This novel is his third mystery featuring Detective Cavanaugh and Fr. Bennis. Both previous novels, Blood Brothers and Collateral Consequences, are award-winners and are available online.

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Monday, April 7, 2014

Featured Author: Peter Murphy

About the book:

Born & Bred is the first novel in the Life & Times Trilogy, a cycle of three books that will chart the course of one star-crossed life. It is a work of vibrant imagination from a poetic novelist of the first order.

Danny Boyle was a born angel.

At least that’s what his granny used to say, and she should know – she raised him after his parents proved incapable. When she becomes ill, Danny is reunited with his parents but they do not get to live happily ever after, as the ghosts of the past haunt their days. And when the old woman dies, all of her secrets come to light and shatter everything Danny believes in.

In the turmoil of 1970’s Ireland, an alienated Danny gets into drugs and is involved in a gangland killing. Duped by the killers into leaving his prints on the gun, Danny needs all the help his friends and family can muster. Calling in favors from bishops and priests, police and paramilitaries, God and the devil, the living and the dead, they do all that they can. But even that might not be enough.

Praise for Peter Murphy:

“The best books are not forgotten because you can never stop thinking beyond the story. This is true of Lagan Love. Murphy is a natural storyteller. I look forward to reading more.” 

“Peter Murphy spins an exciting story of romance and the problems with it, making Lagan Love a unique novel with plenty of twists and turns underneath it all.” 
- Midwest Book Review

Interview with Peter Murphy

Peter, how long have you been writing, and how did you start?

I grew up in a house where books and writing were treasured. For a while I dabbled in poetry and music, but on becoming a father, I had to get a real job. That went well for twenty years until the company I worked for was bought up and I got cashed out. With my kids packed off to university, I decided it was time to finally sit down and learn to write.

What’s the story behind the title Born & Bred?

The working title was Oh, Danny Boyle! But after a year of struggling to make shape and meaning out of the growing number of pages, it morphed into a trilogy and the first book had to be about all that shaped and made my primary character, Danny. Born & Bred is the type of term that he would use for all that.  

Do you have another job outside of writing?

Not anymore. I miss the income, but I’m not sure if I could ever go back to doing anything else but write. 

How did you create the plot for this book?

I wanted to tell a story about a pious and innocent child who got blown off the path by the storms of the world around him. Initially, I thought the story would be best told, backwards. A hundred pages in, I realized the error of my ways. However, by then, I had figured out all that had to happen to lead back up to my one hundred pages.

What’s your favorite line from a book?

“On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on.” The opening line from Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez.

How do you get to know your characters?

As mentioned above, I began late in their lives and gave them something critical to deal with. Those who say you learn the truth about people when they are in some form of crisis were proved right. In trying to explain why they were reacting as they did, I had to study them from the beginning. 

Which character did you most enjoy writing?

Danny Boyle’s grandmother, Nora. At first, she was the most self-assured character I have written. Throughout her life she had done what had to be done and paid her penance in advance. A benign dictator in her own mind, she, too, had to learn to view things differently as Danny’s life begins to spiral down.

What would your main character say about you?

Probably something derogatory. Danny and I share some similarities but made very different life choices along the way, and sometimes that type of thing can cause animosities.

Are any of your characters inspired by real people?

Of course I will say that none of them are, but a few are a bit reminiscent of people I met along the way.

Is your book based on real events?

Yes, in that the background of the story is made up of the very real events that occurred in Ireland during the 1960’s and 70’s. I remember the impact these events had on the people around me; the attacks on the Civil Rights marchers, Bloody Sunday, the Dublin bombings, as well as the social and legal changes that washed over the country, I wanted the characters to live through that as it had enormous impact on the growing-up of the main character.

With which of your characters would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore?

Probably Fr. Patrick Reilly. He is a bookworm at heart and has a passion for antiquarian writings—a passion I share.

With what five real people would you most like to be stuck in a bookstore?

Giordano Bruno, Kurt Vonnegut, Amadeus Mozart, Eric Cantona, and Queen Elizabeth the first, just to see what sections they would browse in.

Tell us about your favorite scene in the book.

Nora’s funeral. I’ve been to many funerals in my life, and I prefer those that are about celebrating life rather than mourning death. In this scene I wanted to try to capture some of the flavour of the funerals I remember from childhood.

What song would you pick to go with Born & Bred?

"The Patriot Game"
by Dominic Behan. The line: ‘For the love of one’s country is a terrible thing,’ is one of the themes running through the book.

You get to decide who would read your audiobook. Who would you choose?

The actor Gabriel Byrne from Miller’s Crossing and The Usual Suspects, among others. His soliloquy at the beginning of the movie Perrier’s Bounty strikes the exact tone that I think the book should be read in.

I don’t claim to be an expert on writing, but there are some writing techniques (or mistakes) that stand out to me when I read (e.g. when an author switches POV mid-scene). What’s one pet peeve you have when you read?

My pet peeve is minutia for the sake of minutia. Yes by all means set the scene and bring us into it, but describing the varied colors of the hair on the back of a werewolf’s hand can get tedious.

Do you have a routine for writing?

Yes. I get up early, make coffee, check email, and social media sites, check the state of the world through the lens of television and, after wasting a few hours, edit what I wrote the previous evening. 

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?

Evenings are my best time for writing new material.

Where’s home for you?

Toronto, Canada, for now, but I am hoping to move to Portugal next year. I don’t think I can do another winter.

Where is your favorite library, and what do you love about it?

The library in Trinity College, Dublin. It’s like a cathedral for books.

You’re given the day off, and you can do anything but write. What would you do?

Get grumpy. I have become obsessed by writing and am unhappy (read, mopey, sulky, petulant) when I can’t.

That's a great answer. If you could be any fictional character for one day, who would you be?

Alice—in Wonderland.

What’s your favorite candy bar? And don’t tell me you don’t have one!

I haven’t met a candy bar I don’t like, except those with coconut, but I have become a huge fan of Lindt dark.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Lisbon, Portugal, for the sun and the great contradictions of its history.

What are you working on now?

I am working in the last few chapters of the third book in the Life & Times trilogy of which Born & Bred is the first. I find the end of a book harder to write and the end of the third book is proving to be three times harder!

Excerpt from Born & Bred

On the night of Aug 10th, nineteen seventy-seven, Daniel Bartholomew Boyle made the biggest mistake of his young life, one that was to have far-reaching consequences for him and those around him. He might have argued that the course of his life had already been determined by happenings that occurred before he was born but, poor Catholic that he was, riddled with guilt and shame, he believed that he, and he alone, was responsible. He had been dodging the inevitable since Scully got lifted but he knew it was only a matter of time before it caught up with him. Perhaps that was why he paused in front of the old cinema in Terenure after weeks of skulking in the shadows. Perhaps that was why he waited in the drizzle as the passing car turned back and pulled up beside him.

“Get in the car, Boyle.”

Danny wanted to make an excuse – to say that he was waiting for someone – but he knew better.

And it wouldn’t do to keep them waiting. They weren’t the patient sort, twitchy and nervous, and single-minded without a shred of compassion. He looked around but the streets were empty. There was no one to help him now, standing like a target in front of the art deco facade of the Classic.

The cinema had been closed for over a year, its light and projectors darkened, and now lingered in hope of new purpose. He had spent hours in there with Deirdre, exploring each other in the dark while watching the midnight film, stoned out of their minds, back when they first started doing the stuff. He used to do a lot of his dealing there, too, around the back where no one ever looked.

“Come on, Boyle. We haven’t got all f*%#in’ night.”

Danny’s bowels fluttered as he stooped to look inside the wet black car. Anthony Flanagan was sitting in the passenger’s seat, alongside a driver Danny had seen around. He was called “The Driller” and they said he was from Derry and was lying low in Dublin. They said he was an expert at knee-capping and had learned his trade from the best. Danny had no choice; things would only get worse if he didn’t go along with them.

“How are ya?” He tested the mood as he settled into the back seat beside a cowered and battered Scully. He had known Scully since he used to hang around the Dandelion Market. He was still at school then and spent his Saturday afternoons there, down the narrow covered lane that ran from Stephen’s Green into the Wonderland where the hip of Dublin could come together to imitate what was going on in the rest of the world – but in a particularly Dublin way.

Dave, the busker, always took the time to nod to him as he passed. Dave was black and played Dylan in a Hendrix way. He always wore an afghan coat and his guitar was covered with peace symbols. Danny would drop a few coins as he passed and moved on between the stalls as Dylan gave way to Horslips, Rory Gallagher, and Thin Lizzy.

The stalls were stacked with albums and tapes, josh sticks and tie-dyed t-shirts with messages like “Peace” and “Love,” pictures of green plants and yellow Happy Faces along with posters of Che, whose father’s people had come from Galway.

The stalls were run by Hippies from such far-out places as Blackrock and Sandyford, students from Belfield and Trinity, and a select few from Churchtown. They were all so aloof as they tried to mask their involvement in commercialism under a veneer of cool. Danny knew most of them by sight, and some by name. On occasion he’d watch over their stalls when they had to get lunch or relieve themselves. He was becoming a part of the scene.


“Hey Boyle!”

Danny had seen Scully around before but they had never spoken. Scully, everyone said, was the guy to see about hash and acid, and, on occasion, some opium.

“You go to school in Churchtown?”

Danny just nodded, not wanting to seem over-awed.

“Wanna make some bread?”

“Sure. What do I have to do?”

“Just deliver some stuff to a friend. He’ll meet up with you around the school and no one will know – if you’re cool.”

Danny thought about it for a moment but he couldn’t say no. He had been at the edge of everything that happened for so long. Now he was getting a chance to be connected – to be one of those guys that everybody spoke about in whispers. Sure it was a bit risky but he could use the money and, besides, no one would ever suspect him. Most people felt sorry for him and the rest thought he was a bit of a spaz.

“Could be a regular gig – if you don’t f*#k it up,” Scully smiled a shifty smile and melted back into the crowd, checking over each shoulder as he went.


As they drove off, Scully didn’t answer and just looked down at his hands. His fingers were bloody and distorted like they had been torn away from whatever he had been clinging onto.

Anto turned around and smiled as the street lights caught in the diamond beads on the windshield behind him. “We’re just f*%#in’ fine, Boyle. We’re taking Scully out for a little spin in the mountains.”

His cigarette dangled from his thin lips and the smoke wisped away ambiguously. He reached back and grabbed a handful of Scully’s hair, lifting his bruised and bloodied face. “Scully hasn’t been feeling too good lately and we thought that a bit of fresh air might sort him out, ya know?”

“Cool,” Danny agreed, trying to stay calm, trying not to let his fear show – Anto fed off it. He briefly considered asking them to drop him off when they got to Rathfarnham but there was no point. He knew what was about to go down. Scully had been busted a few weeks before and, after a few days in custody, had been released.

It was how the cops set them up. They lifted them and held them until they broke and spilled all that they knew. Then they let them back out while they waited for their court date. If they survived until then – well and good. And if they didn’t – it saved everybody a lot of time and bother.

Danny sat back and watched Rathfarnham Road glide by in the night. They crossed the Dodder and headed up the hill towards the quiet, tree-lined streets that he had grown up in. As they passed near his house he thought about it: if the car slowed enough he could risk it – just like they did in the pictures. He could jump out and roll away. He could be up and running before they got the car turned around and by then he would be cutting through the back gardens and could easily lose them.

“You live around here, don’t ya, Boyle?” Anto spoke to the windshield but Danny got the message. “And your girlfriend – she lives down that way?”

Danny thought about correcting him. He hadn’t seen Deirdre since the incident in the church but there was no point. They’d use anybody and anything to get to him. He was better off just going along with them for now.

He briefly thought about asking God to save him but there was no point in that, either. They had given up on each other a long time ago. He turned his head away as they approached the church where he had been confirmed into the Faith, so long ago and far away now.

About the author:

Peter Murphy was born in Killarney where he spent his first three years before his family was deported to Dublin, the Strumpet City.

Growing up in the verdant braes of Templeogue, Peter was schooled by the De La Salle brothers in Churchtown where he played rugby for ‘The Wine and Gold.’ He also played football (soccer) in secret!

After that, he graduated and studied the Humanities in Grogan’s under the guidance of Scot’s corner and the bar staff; Paddy, Tommy and Sean.

Murphy financed his education by working summers on the building sites of London in such places as Cricklewood, Camden Town and Kilburn.

Murphy also tramped the roads of Europe playing music and living without a care in the world. But his move to Canada changed all of that. He only came over for a while – thirty years ago. He took a day job and played music in the bars at night until the demands of family life intervened. Having raised his children and packed them off to University, Murphy answered the long ignored internal voice and began to write.

He has no plans to make plans for the future and is happy to let things unfold as they do anyway.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Featured Author: Traci Andrighetti

I'm happy to have Traci Andrighetti back today as part of her tour with CLP Blog Tours. She was here in February for an interview, and she's returned today to share an excerpt from Limoncello Yellow. Want to win a $35 Amazon gift card? Keep scrolling to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway.

About the book:

From debut author, Traci Andrighetti, comes a tale of murder, mayhem, and meddling Sicilian grandmas... 

Francesca "Franki" Amato is a tough-talking rookie cop in Austin, Texas—until an unfortunate 911 call involving her boyfriend, Vince, and a German female wrestler convinces her once and for all that she just isn't cut out for a life on the police force. So Franki makes the snap decision to move to New Orleans to work at her friend Veronica's detective agency, Private Chicks, Inc. But Franki's hopes for a more stable life are soon dashed when Private Chicks is hired by the prime suspect in a murder case to find out what really happened to a beautiful young boutique manager who was found strangled to death with a cheap yellow scarf. When she's not investigating, Franki is hoping to seduce handsome bank executive Bradley Hartmann, but most of her time is spent dodging date offers from a string of "good Italian boys"—make that not-so-good aging Italian men—that her meddlesome Sicilian grandma has recruited as marriage candidates. As Mardi Gras approaches and the mystery of the murdered shop girl gets more complicated, Franki must decipher the odd ramblings of a Voodoo priestess to solve both the murder and the mystery of her own love life.

Excerpt from Limoncello Yellow

I parked in front of my new home. Before I could get out of the car, Veronica was already walking out her front door, smiling and waving with Hercules in tow in a turquoise fuzzy sweater that matched hers perfectly. Despite her Sicilian father, Veronica looked Swedish like her ex-ballerina mother, with long blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, and pale skin.  
"Franki!" Veronica yelled.

I bent over—at the waist—to hug her. I'd forgotten how tiny she was, and I wondered for at least the hundredth time how her internal organs could function in such a small frame.
She looked up at me and smiled. "How does it feel to be in New Orleans?"
I glanced over at the cemetery and then back at her. "At the moment, it feels fairly morbid."

"Oh, come on! You don't still have that weird cemetery issue, do you?"

"Yes, Veronica. And I can't believe you didn't tell me that there's one right across the street! You know, lots of people would find it disturbing to go to sleep at night with a cemetery basically in their front yard, especially a New Orleans cemetery."

Veronica shook her head in mock disgust as she grabbed a box from my back seat.

"Thank God there's a bar right next to it," I continued. "In case I need to drink myself to death from despair."

She smiled. "Well, if you do drink yourself to death, I wouldn't have to carry you very far for your burial."

I quickly made the customary scongiuri gesture that my nonna had taught me to do to ward off the threat of death, which Veronica had just so carelessly cast upon me. It looks like the University of Texas's hook 'em horns sign with the index and pinky fingers pointed up like horns, only you point the horns downward.

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Do you still do that silly scongiuri thing too? God, Franki, you make me so glad my nonna stayed in Sicily. You're so superstitious!"

"I do it just in case," I snapped. "I mean, you never know..."

Veronica walked up to my new front door, which was right next to hers, and pulled a key from the front right pocket of her AG jeans. "Glenda—our landlady—told me to let you in. She'll come downstairs to meet you in a few minutes."

With the box balanced on her left hip, Veronica unlocked my front door with her right hand. She gave the door a shove with her shoulder, and it swung open. She turned to me and bowed. "Welcome to your humble abode."

I excitedly entered the apartment with Napoleon at my heels. As I surveyed the living room, a number of adjectives came to mind, but humble was not one of them. The room could only be described as the home decor equivalent of Amsterdam's Red Light District. The walls were covered in fuzzy, blood-red wallpaper with shiny gold fleurs-de-lis, and hanging from the ceiling was a baroque red-and-black crystal chandelier. The couch was a rococo chaise lounge in velvet zebra print, and next to it was a lilac velour armchair with gold fringe that matched the drapery to perfection. On the opposite wall there was a mahogany wood fireplace with a hearth covered in white candles of various sizes and shapes. In front of the fireplace, a bearskin rug replete with a bear head covered the hardwood floors. The only thing that was missing was the red fluorescent light in the living room window announcing my availability for prospective clients.

I realized that my mouth was hanging open. "Wow. So...this she a prostitute?" I joked.

"Former stripper, actually," Veronica replied. "And she's really touchy about the difference, so don't use the word prostitute in front of her."

I gaped at my best friend. "You're serious?"

Veronica just blinked innocently, as if renting me an apartment from a former stripper across from a cemetery were perfectly normal. "You know, I was reading that the brothel look is really in right now. I believe it's called 'bordello chic.'" She began to pace back and forth as she tried to reconcile her unusually conflicted sense of fashion. "But now that I think about it, Lenny Kravitz redecorated his house here in New Orleans, and designers call his style 'bordello modern.'"

"Something tells me that Lenny didn't decorate this place. And I wouldn't exactly call this 'bordello modern.' It's more like 'bordello seventies.'"

"Well, at least you won't have to add any touches of color," Veronica said.

About the author:

Traci Andrighetti is the author of the Franki Amato mystery series. In her previous life, she was an award-winning literary translator and a lecturer of Italian at the University of Texas at Austin, where she earned a PhD in Applied Linguistics. But then she got wise and ditched that academic stuff for a life of crime—-writing, that is.

If she's not hard at work on her next novel, Traci is probably watching her favorite Italian soap opera, eating Tex Mex, or sampling fruity cocktails, and maybe all at the same time. She lives in Austin with her husband, young son (who desperately wants to be in one of her books), and three treat-addicted dogs.

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