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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday

Below are six sentences from my current novel, Old Man Malone Returns, the sequel to THE LETTER. They are from chapter one. I am planning to release it in Spring of 2013.

“What’s all this about a dead body?”
“He’s right there Edgar, behind the monument. There’s lots of blood on his head. He’s dead.”
Edgar stuck a thumb in his belt which disappeared under his belly overhang, and glanced at the middle-aged body in workman’s clothes. “Says ‘Ken’ on his shirt. Hard to tell from the blood on his face, but isn’t that Ken Spencer?” 

Have a wonderful week. Blessings,

Marianne

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Interview With Rinah Lidonde

Please welcome talented author, Rinah Lidonde (Christina OW), to the Willow Tree. Welcome Rinah.



What are you currently working on and when do you plan to release your next book?

I am currently working on a paranormal series- FATE series- which is a five part series about werewolves and magick. It’s being published by Wheelman Press. They encourage their writer’s to give like a preview of the story, so The Beginning is available to read on my blog http://christinasbooksblog.wordpress.com/fate-series/ it will be available for download soon.
Also I’m working on getting a novella published LOVE FOREVER AFTER. It is Valentine’s inspired but completely not conformed to it. It is the first book of a two part series Candle Light http://christinasbooksblog.wordpress.com/candle-light/

Do you have a favorite genre for your writing or do you write whatever moves you?

I don’t have a favorite genre, I write whatever comes to me but all my books will be about love, not always romantic, for example Love Forever After. It’s not a romance novel but it is truly about love.

What is the best piece of advice you were given about writing?

You can never please everyone. Some people will love your work and others will completely hate it. I’ve faced that particular reality with my first book Star Bright, but I’m glad to say more readers love it, and only one who’s truly ripped it apart.
And also to not try- as difficult as it is- not to let vicious reviewers get me down.

Do you have a special spot where you like to write or are you a “have lap top will travel” writer?

Oh, anywhere I can take my laptop, with my writing music I’ll be able to write.

What is your favorite book and favorite author?

I’ve recently discovered Stephanie Rowe. I love her series the Order of the Blade. But I also love Nicky Charles’s Law of the Lycons

When did you discover your passion for writing?

I’ve always loved to write but I used to write poems in high school. I love novels and I was fascinated by how my favorite authors could put a story down vividly and with great description and I also wanted to do that.

Do you have a favorite beverage or snack you must have while writing?

Chocolates, I love chocolate!

What inspires you?

Life, other writers’ stories, movies, programmes. I’m that kind of author who sees something and I decided to write about it. If it’s something sad, I write to give it a happy ending. For contemporary books I strive to keep it as realistic as I possibly can, but paranormal, I let my imagination go wild- there are no restrictions when it comes to fantasy.

Do you have a favorite vacation destination and do you write while vacationing?

I love to got to Mombasa( in Kenya) it’s very hot but wonderful. The best part is we all go as a family so that makes it even more fun, and it’s impossible to write with family and fun distractions.

Do you have any advice for other writers on any subject you choose?

When it comes to getting reviews, try- as difficult as it may be- it take  constructive criticism with an open mind and use it to make your other work better. You will encounter haters, that’s a given. With such people, don’t play into their spiteful nature. The only reason they write unconstructive nasty things about your work is to discourage and annoy you. Shake it off and keep doing what you love.

Any last thoughts you would like to add?

Work doesn’t stop with writing the last word to your novel. Writing the book was the hard part- there is nothing easy about writing- but the testing part is marketing it and getting it to as many readers as possible.
It’s worth the struggle when you invite others to your imagination and they love living there as much as you do.

Star Bright
A haunting mistake that brought them all together…
Maria’s fear and hate for men is solidified by Ricky’s abuse and his obsession to kill her. In an effort to save her son, she runs away and crosses paths with Dave, a man going through his own tribulations with his wife. He is determined to protect her, show her that not all men are evil and that true love exists. And he in turn, finds a woman worthy to be a mother to his daughter.
Maria finally finds peace in her new roles as a mother, a wife and a home maker but that dream is short lived when a ghost from her past threatens to take it all away from her in the most brutal and torturous way.
But Maria isn’t alone anymore, her father finally shows up to do what he was supposed to five years ago. Protect his daughter.


Fatal Jealousy
When you’re worst nightmare comes true....
Twins Ellsa and Ellie are completely different in character, personality, taste and interests. Apart from the striking resemblance to each other, they share the one thing siblings shouldn’t…. the same taste in men.
They keep falling for the same man, creating a quiet rivalry between them. Determined not to let a man come between them ever again, Ellie and Ellsa agree to stay away from each others relationships. But when they meet Dale Carson, an FBI agent and a bachelor, their love lives are turned upside down.
But they aren’t the only ones taken by the rogue. His partner and long time lover, Gwen Johansson, also called dibs.
Carson is interested in only one of them. He is pulled by Ellie’s passion for love and art, and most importantly, him. What starts as a sexual chase, ends with his permanent retirement from bachelorhood.
But their love story is not a smooth one.
Carson’s day job comes knocking on his front door and before he knows it, his whole world is ripped apart.
Out of all the possible suspects, Ellie has the most evidence stacked up against her. She is implicated in the brutal murders of her ex-boyfriends, and Carson is faced with the horror of arresting the love of his life. With two suspects of his own, he is convinced she is being set up, but he has no way of proving it.
Case Title: Woman Scorned



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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Author Carolyn Arnold Interview

Today the very talented author, Carolyn Arnold, has stopped by the Willow Tree to do a guest author interview. I have read all three of the Madison Knight novels and loved each one. Don't miss them.


Who is Detective Madison Knight?

Welcome my guest Carolyn Arnold, author of the Madison Knight series, and the Brandon Fisher FBI series.  Today, she’s going to tell us about the Madison Knight series.

What is the Madison Knight series?
First of all, it is designed as a stand-alone mystery series, which means you can read these books out of order and still pick up on the series' characters and story line.

Major Crimes Detective Madison Knight, fueled by determination to find justice for the victims, is a strong, independent female amidst a career dominated by men.  If you love a strong protagonist lead, I invite you to meet Madison for yourself.

To find out more about Madison Knight, you can also 
peek inside her psyche in a fictional piece written just for this purpose, or read her interview with a real life police officer.

How many are books are currently available in the series?
Three novels.  In order:

TIES THAT BIND
Meet Madison Knight as she and partner must pull together to stop a potential serial killer.

JUSTIFIED
See the softer side of Madison Knight in Justified as she's assigned to a case on Christmas Eve.

SACRIFICE
Madison must risk all, including her career, to bring a killer to justice.

Would you like to share some more information on the third in the series, SACRIFICE, and an excerpt?
Absolutely. 

This is the book overview:

When the son of business tycoon Marcus Randall washes up on the shore of the Bradshaw River, Detective Madison Knight must sacrifice everything--including her career--to find justice for the "perfect murder".

With Randall already on the radar of the Secret Service for fraud and counterfeiting, the investigation sheds new light and they require the full cooperation of the Stiles PD. But with power and money to back him, Marcus has a reach that extends right inside the police department.

If Madison's going to find out the truth, she'll have to sort through the lies and balance diplomacy with politics.

Excerpt of SACRIFICE: 

Prologue
He equated his past deeds to shades of gray with no distinction between black and white, right and wrong, good and bad.  He knew others would see things differently, but it didn’t matter.  Few people possessed the ability to intimidate and influence him.  The man he was meeting had the power to do both.
He walked into the dimly lit Fairmont Club, and as he followed the maĆ®tre d’ to a back table, he inhaled the smells of grilled steak mingled with imported cigars.  Appreciatively, he watched her hips sway as if she put extra effort into it.
“Patrick, how nice of you to join me.”  The man in the pressed Armani, with whom very few conversed with on a first name basis, sat at the table.  A glass of Louis XIII Black Pearl, priced at fifteen hundred an ounce, was in front of him.
Patrick noticed the man’s bodyguard sitting at a nearby table.  He was Armani’s prized stallion who instead of being stabled was toted about and showcased.  The man went by Jonathan Wright, but Patrick doubted that was his real name.  He was super intelligent and an ex-marine.  Wright nodded his approval and went back to his steak and red wine.  
Another young woman, a potential Asian model, stood at the edge of the table.  “Your regular, sir?”
“French with a twist.”  Patrick smiled at the waitress remembering the feel of her skin and the smell of her musky dew.  Although a married man for thirty years, he didn’t think his wife had noticed him missing that night.
A few minutes later, the waitress came back with his Perrier water and lime in a rocks glass.  The weight with which she set it on the table told him her memories were back, but she had to act like a civilized woman; after all she was working.  She had to know, with a body like hers, she begged men to take advantage of her.  He still believed he could have her again, if he were at all inclined.
Armani held up his glass in a toast gesture before swirling it lightly and taking a deep inhale.  He followed with a small draw on the cognac.  “When are you going to join me and have a real drink?” 
“I’m on the job.”
“Time for that new chair, my friend.”
“Is that why you called me here?”  Patrick smiled.  Maybe the time had come to be repaid for past favors?
Armani let out a laugh.  “Hardly.  I need your help with something.”
Patrick’s heart palpitated with adrenaline as it did every time this man made that statement.  It was too late in his life to change to one of innocence.  Should his past deeds ever require an accounting, his only option would be a bullet to the brain.  “You name it.”
Armani played things smart, though.  He always reminded him of the stakes involved first.  “You help me with this and I’ll ensure you make Mayor.”

Chapter 1
The pungent odor hit Madison instantly upon opening the morgue doors.  She pinched the tip of her nose, but it did little to save her from the smell of decomp becoming embedded in her lungs and sinus cavities.
“Whoa, he’s a ripe one.”  Terry, her partner, stepped through the doorway behind her.  He grabbed for a cloth mask from the dispenser mounted on the wall, and handed her one.
Cole Richards, the ME, stood by the body as a tall, dark guardian.  He kept his eyes on the body as he spoke.  “It’s the exposure to the air accelerating the putrefaction process.  This is why the autopsy must be done tonight.”
Madison noted Richards spoke with his eyes on the dead, an unusual thing for him.  Maybe something about this death touched him on a personal level?  She looked from Richards to the body.
The male victim, estimated in his early twenties, lay on the metal slab, a white sheet draped over his extended abdomen to his shoulders.  His skin was almost black, and appeared separated from the bone as if one could peel it off like the rind of an orange.  His face, as the rest of him, was distorted and bloated beyond recognition.  His eyes were open and vacant, clouded by death.  His arms lay above the sheet to his sides.  Some of his fingers were missing nails.  The skin of one fingertip had been removed.  Madison deduced Richards had taken it for identification purposes and forwarded it to the lab.
There was no wallet found on the body, nor any identifying marks to flag him in the missing persons database. The only things on him were a napkin with a woman’s name and number, a wad of cash, and a prepaid, untraceable cell phone.  He wore a gold chain with a pendant that had the letters CC engraved.
The body had washed up on the shore of the Bradshaw River, which ran through the city of Stiles and fed from a lake an hour away.  The property belonged to a middle-aged couple, without children, by the last name of Walker.  The wife had found the body when she went to get wood for their woodstove.  She said he hadn’t been there the day before.  They had interviewed the couple at length and obtained their backgrounds, which came up with nothing noteworthy.
“How long do you estimate he was in the water?”  Madison asked.
“As simply a deduction from what is before me, at least two to three weeks.”  Richards pulled his eyes from the body to look at Madison.
Was there pain buried there?  It was as if he read her silent inquiry.  He returned his attention to the body.
Richards continued, “I’m basing this on when he surfaced.  In cooler water, bacteria causing decomp multiplies more sluggishly.  If this was a warmer season, and it was three weeks later, we’d have a skeleton.  Stomach contents will pinpoint the time period of his last meal.  I’ll also be consulting with a friend of mine, Wayne McDermott.  He’s a forensic climatologist.  He can provide us with recent temperatures so we can get a closer estimate for TOD.”
“So what are your thoughts?  Dead when he went in, or did he drown?”
“This is still to be determined.  He is young and appears to have been in excellent shape.”
Madison’s eyes diverted to the body.  The currents of the Bradshaw River had swept anyway any trace of a fit male adult.  His bloated features made him appear more like a character from a sci-fi movie than a once living human being.
“It is unlikely he had a heart attack on entry into the water—assuming he was alive at the time.  Quick results would show frothy liquid in the lungs, but because he was submerged for a considerable time, any trace of this would be gone.  Tissue samples from his lungs, however, will be taken and sent to the lab for further analysis.  We’ll also extract bone marrow in search of diatoms.”  He must have noticed the expression on their faces.  “These are microscopic organisms which are specific to a region.  If it made it to his bone marrow, he was alive when he went in the water.  We could also find evidence of this in his kidneys, should this be the case.  This will prove whether he drowned in the Bradshaw or was dumped in the river.”  His eyes went to the body.  “We’re not going to get these answers just by looking at him.”  Richards’ words impressed the urgency he felt to commence with the full autopsy and open the body.
“Anything else you can tell us?”  Terry asked.
“His neck is broken but, it might simply be the trauma the body experienced as it went down the Bradshaw.  I will require a full tox panel be run on him.  We’ll find out if he had any drugs or alcohol in his system.  As you know, that will take at least a week.”
Madison latched eyes with the ME.  “Well, let’s assume he did drown.  How would we know it was homicide?”
A faint smile touched Richards’ lips, exposing a slit of white teeth.  “It is dubbed the perfect murder.  But until we can establish his identity, concrete his background, and get the tox results back, I will not be finalizing COD on paper.”
“He could have jumped in.  Suicide?”  Terry rubbed at the back of his neck.
“Possibly, but unlikely.  The reason for this is the natural tendency to surface.  Suicides involving drowning normally involve the use of a heavy object to counteract that instinct.”
“Maybe he didn’t think things through and acted on impulse.  Most suicides are executed in the moment.  He could have got caught in the current and pulled under the ice.  His restraint could have broken free from the body.”
“I prefer not to speculate.”  Richards’ eye contact scolded Terry.  “But at this point, I would treat this case as suspicious leaning toward homicide.  Look at this.”  Richards lifted the left hand of the victim.
Madison noticed the circular impression on the backside of the hand.  “Cigarette burn, or possibly something larger.”  She studied it more closely, and a few seconds later looked at Richards.  “It’s almost large enough to be a car lighter or a cigar.”
Richards’ eyes narrowed, pinching the dark skin around his eyes.
“So our vic was definitely in some sort of struggle before ending up in the river.  But intention is going to be hard to prove.” 
Madison glanced at her skeptical partner.  “Hard, but not impossible.”  She went back to Richards.  “So, you don’t have an ID and only a speculative conclusion as to cause of death. Why did you call us down here?”
Richards pulled back the sheet and pointed to the victim’s shoulders.  “This.” 
There were darkened lines, a subtle contrast, two widths, mirror image to each other, and one on each shoulder close to the neck.
“Bruising.”
“Yes, contusions.”
“From what?  What would cause something like that?”
“That I’ll leave for you to figure out.”  Richards placed the sheet back over the body.  “But if our guy did drown due to forcible action, these marks could have come from our murder weapon.”

Want to read more?  You’ll have to purchase Carolyn Arnold’s book.  Speaking of which, where can we find SACRIFICE?
It is available via Amazon in Kindle and print.

You may also find out more about Carolyn Arnold and her books at:  http://carolynarnold.net