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Showing posts with label homicide detective. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Baby Girl Doe



Welcome to my blog. Today, Lawrence Kelter is my guest. Lawrence is the author of Baby Girl Doe. Lawrence, welcome. Tell us two things about yourself that would surprise us. 

       1)     I was voted The Individual Least Likely to Visit a Library while in high school. If you don’t believe me I’ll scan my high my yearbook and post it on Facebook for the entire world to see. Just a painful heads-up—my yearbook picture is absolutely dreadful.

2)     Nelson DeMille actually picked up a pencil and edited portions of my first manuscript. Way before he ever said, “Lawrence Kelter is an exciting new novelist, who reminds me of an early Robert Ludlum,” he said, “Kid your work needs editing, but that’s a hell of a lot better than not having writing talent. Keep it up.” Mad props to him for being so generous with me. I’ll always be indebted to that man.

 

What did you hope to accomplish with your books?

 

I wanted to have fun. I’ve always wanted to entertain and creative writing is my way of doing just that. My goal is to create page-turners; to combine, action, drama, and humor on every page. I want the reader to have a great time, an edge-of-the-seat-glued-to-the-page experience. That’s my mission and I literally can’t describe the rush I get when I receive a positive review from one of my readers.

 

As most of us know it takes a long while to become successful at the writing game. I’ve been at it for a long while and it took years before I actually made any real money doing it, so … you really have to love it. There are damn few overnight sensations in this business. You really have to buckle down and work your butt off. I’ve kept at it because writing brings me so much pleasure. I enjoy the creative process and there’s nothing quite like the thrill of holding a completed book in your hands. It gives you a real and palpable sense of accomplishment. Beyond this I feel as if the books are memorializing my work—creating a legacy if you will.

 

What is the greatest test you've ever faced as a writer?

 

I think the greatest challenge I’ve had so far is creating a realistic, three-dimensional female protagonist. Okay, I’ll let the cat out of the bag … I’m not a woman. Many authors who write cross-gender try to conceal their gender from the readers by using their initials instead of their first name. I on the other hand …  Well I just take it on the chin—good or bad. I’ve really tried to do a good job, and feel that if you put enough effort into your work a good author should be able to write a male or female lead convincingly. Some of my critics have said that Chalice is more of a male fantasy than a real woman, and others say that her characterization is dead on. I guess it’s up to each individual reader to decide. I’ve tried to make Stephanie Chalice an interesting detective, someone who is bright, a wee bit headstrong, and lots of fun. Above all else I’ve given her an intense moral code and a deep-seated sense of compassion.

 

When I first began to write Chalice, the character in book #1, Don’t Close Your Eyes was a little too into herself. I’ve been criticized for that character flaw and in retrospect understand that the criticism was valid. The original book has recently been rewritten and I believe that the issue has been addressed. Unfortunately those early negative reviews will live on the Internet forever. Fortunately there are far more good one than bad.

 

What is the best advice you ever got about the publishing industry?

PERSEVERE, PERSEVERE, PERSEVERE! The publishing business has never been an easy one and it’s certainly not getting any easier. Everyone with access to a computer is writing a book and trying to publish it. The good news is that the basics still hold true: Get as good at your craft as humanly possible before you enter the publishing arena. If your work is truly good and unique it will sell. Marketing and hype are more important to your success than every before so remember that after you type the word “END” your real job is just beginning.

 

If you could meet two authors, which ones would you pick and why?

 

I’d love to meet Thomas Harris, because he is the modern day master of suspense. I’ve read Red Dragon and The Silence of The Lambs dozens of times and I still get a chill each time. He did an incredible job and not only in his creation of the villain/antihero Hannibal Lecter but in the chemistry between Lecter and Starling, and Lecter and Wil Graham. The psychological jousting between Lecter and these two is just incredible. His characterization of Lecter must be the most imitated in the last twenty years. I see the kernel of his work in almost every TV crime show I watch.

 

I’d also like to meet Janet Evanovich because we share the same crazy sense of humor. My Stephanie (Chalice that is), like Plum has a nonstop sense of humor. I think a partnership of the two would make for some hilarious albeit suspenseful tales. I was ever so jealous when she chose Lee Goldberg to co-write the Kate O’Hare series.


Lawrence, thank you so much for answering my questions. Readers, we need a blub and excerpt.

Blurb:

Everyone deserves a well-earned vacation, don’t they? Guess again!

 
Plans have been made and the bags are packed but Detective Stephanie Chalice is having about as much fun as Michael Vick at an ASPCA fundraiser.
 

The new story finds Chalice and Lido on the East End of Long Island, vacationing with Max, their new arrival. Things go wrong from the very start. Their vacation rental burns to the ground, bodies pile up, and just to make things interesting Lido . . . Well, I’ll just leave it to you to find out.

 
Chalice may be out of her jurisdiction but she's never out of questions or determination and soon connects two unsolved homicides. As always, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and her initial findings plunge her deeper and deeper into the most extraordinary investigation of her career.
 
EXCERPT:
 
 
I zigzagged between the two opposing lanes of traffic as I gave pursuit.
 
He was in a flat-out run, but I was not going to be beaten. Not now, not with Gus’ captor in sight. I reached down deep and found an extra gear, one that I didn’t know existed. I was running so fast, I felt as if I could take off. I was closing in on him: two yards behind . . . one .
 
I lunged and took him down by the ankles. As he attempted to kick free, I pounced upon him, fists flying. I hauled back and was ready to pummel him when I froze. “You? It’s you?” The face I was about to strike was one I had seen before, but looked nothing like the person I had seen on the ladder outside my bedroom window. This man was the one who told me there was absolutely nothing suspicious about the fire the day I first inspected the remains of Bill Alden’s cottage. Two bodies, burnt beyond recognition—now I understood who would use that specific MO. Dummy, you couldn’t make the connection?
“You son of a bitch.” I heard the sound of others running toward me, but my fist was clenched.
“Chalice, we’ve got him,” Ambler said. “Don’t!”
 
There was no force on heaven or earth strong enough to keep me from striking him, this man who had turned my family’s world upside down and put my husband’s life at risk. I drove my fist into his jaw and heard it crack. I was ready to hit him again when someone grabbed my arm. I looked up and saw Gus. His cheek was swollen, and there was dried blood on his face.
 
“Thanks, babe,” he said, “I’ll take it from here.”
 
 
 
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
A resident New Yorker, Kelter often uses Manhattan and Long Island as backdrops for his stories. He is the author of the Stephanie Chalice Mystery Series and other works of fiction.
 
Early in his writing career, he received support from best-selling novelist, Nelson DeMille, who reviewed his work and actually put pencil to paper to assist in the editing of the first novel. When completed, DeMille said, “Lawrence Kelter is an exciting new novelist, who reminds me of an early Robert Ludlum.”
 
His novels are quickly paced and feature a twist ending.
 
  www.lawrencekelter.com,
 
www.facebook.com/larrykelter,
 
 
 
 
 
Lawrence will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour and 5 runners up with receive an autographed print copy of the book (US and Canada only). Enter to win at http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e43493
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, July 22, 2013

Book Blast: The Vigilante


The Vigilante

by Jacqui Morrison

 

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BLURB:

 

It isn’t safe for men who work in the porn business in the city of Toronto.

 

When porn producer Sal Turbit is found dead in his apartment, no one seems to care. No one, that is, except Detective Lynette Wilton. Lynette has been a homicide detective for only three months, and has yet to earn her stripes.

 

Murder is murder no matter who the victim is—and Lynette is out to catch a killer. 

 

Could the killer be Wanda Chambers, a mentally ill woman who hates the “scumbags” who prey on the vulnerable? Wanda’s beloved sister, Cathy, was one such woman. Cathy became a porn actress and then took her own life when her sleazy manager/boyfriend, Gil Lee, wouldn’t let her go.

 

Lynette’s sergeant doesn’t think it’s possible. Wanda has a debilitating illness. But Lynette believes that Wanda’s hatred and harsh childhood make her a prime suspect, and she proves it by catching Wanda in the act of attempting to shoot Lee.

 

Renowned defense lawyer Maxine Swayman takes on Wanda’s case; Maxine has a different view of the accused. She wants to help Wanda get the help that she needs, and it’s not going to happen in a prison cell.

 

As the trial proceeds, will Maxine prevail and save Wanda, or will Lynette be able to tie Wanda to Turbit’s murder as well? 
 
 
"Morrison knows how to create suspense! She brings readers on a roller-coaster ride that leaves you breathless from start to finish!" —Trey Anthony, star and producer “Da Kink in Da Hair”

 

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Excerpt:

 

Chapter 1

“Hey,” Sal said, “come on in. You’re right on time. Good to meet ya.” He left the visitor in the living room of his shabby apartment in a grungy, low-rent building, and slipped into the kitchen. The metallic pop of a beer bottle opening echoed in the other room. Then another.

 

Six empty beer bottles, a heaping ashtray, and assorted marijuana paraphernalia were already strewn across his table. The grandfather clock struck four times. Sal stumbled back into the room. “I got you a beer.”

 

Glassy-eyed, Sal said, “I’ve got lots of great products for you to move today.” He showed the visitor the cover of a DVD. “This one is new. It’ll sell out. She’s a real sweet thing. Told me she was eighteen ’n had the ID to prove it. Likely just some little tramp from nowhere-ville. Came to the big, bad city for excitement––”

 

The metal felt cool as the visitor pulled out a gun.

 

“What the hell?” Sal screamed, just before the bullet penetrated his skull.

 

He fell onto the sofa, blood oozing out the back of his head. His face was contorted, almost angry looking. Certainly surprised.

 

The spent cartridge from the handgun ricocheted against a metal garbage can––reminiscent of the pop of a beer cap––and then landed on the carpet.

 

The murderer studied the victim’s splayed body, feeling a sense of elation and satisfaction. Out came a Swiss Army knife, and the killer wordlessly hacked off a section of Sal’s hair, stuffed it into a small plastic bag, and then threw it into a knapsack. The killer then picked up the half-spilled beer that Sal had been handing over when the shot was fired. Perfect. Grinning, the murderer chugged the beer, retrieved the spent cartridge, and smugly looked at Sal Turbit’s still body, now surrounded by pooling blood.

 

Still wearing leather gloves, the murderer put the beer bottle and hot metal bullet charge into a knapsack and fled, smiling, into the dense night.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

I am Jacqui Morrison. I started writing poems and short stories as a child. I also enjoyed public speaking in elementary school and at University. In High School, a great teacher, Lenore Hawley, inspired me and in 1995 I pursued my life-long passion for writing.

 

 My career is a complicated web and includes: owning an ice cream parlour and fine food shop, teaching life-skills management to adults, teaching computer applications, social service work and marketing.

 

From 1994 to 2003, I assisted survivors of domestic violence in both criminal and family court as a support worker. I’ve always had a strong interest in law and justice.

 

I love to write and I am happiest writing or encouraging others to fulfill their writing dreams. I facilitate writing seminars for Canadore College and various agencies.

 

I live in northern Ontario, Canada with my daughter Alison, my husband Wayne, and a three-legged dog named Willow. Our daughter has convinced us to adopt four cats so Felix, Sasha, Nikke and Angel round out our family. Angel, at four-months-of-age was abandoned by its owner and we rescued her in -15 degree weather.

 

Alison has a future in politics, animal rescue work or sales … because I’m not really a cat person and she’s persuaded me to adopt four.

 

My parents are the late Drs John and Irene Morrison. Mom was a family physician and a competitive swimmer. My father worked for the Provincial Parole Board. Dad enjoyed to write fictional stories in his spare time. He was my mentor, my editor and my hero. I have one sister named Trish. She is a competitive swimming coach. Trish resides in southern Ontario with her husband, four children, two dogs and a cat.

 

In our spare time we like to cruise Georgian Bay on our boat or spend quality family time.

 


 

 
 
 
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