Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Interview with Darin Gibby, Author of Chasing Hindy (Giveaway)


In addition to a thriving career as a novelist, author Darin Gibby is also one of the country’s premiere patent attorneys and a partner at the prestigious firm of Kilpatrick Townsend (www.kilpatricktownsend.com). With over twenty years of experience in obtaining patents on hundreds of inventions from the latest drug delivery systems to life-saving cardiac equipment, he has built IP portfolios for numerous Fortune 500 companies. In addition to securing patents, Gibby helps clients enforce and license their patents around the world, and he has monetized patents on a range of products.

Darin’s first book, Why Has America Stopped Inventing?, explored the critical issue of America’s broken patent system.  His second book, The Vintage Club, tells the story of a group of the world’s wealthiest men who are chasing a legend about a wine that can make you live forever. His third book, Gil, is about a high school coach who discovers that he can pitch with deadly speed and is given an offer to play with the Rockies during a player’s strike. Gil soon discovers, however, that his unexpected gift is the result of a rare disease, and continuing to pitch may hasten his own death.
With a Bachelor of Science degree in mechanical engineering and a Master of Business Administration degree, he is highly regarded in Denver’s legal and business community as a patent strategist, business manager, and community leader. He is also a sought-after speaker on IP issues at businesses, colleges and technology forums, where he demonstrates the value of patents using simple lessons from working on products such as Crocs shoes, Izzo golf straps and Trek bicycles.

An avid traveler and accomplished triathlete, Darin also enjoys back country fly-fishing trips and skiing in the Rocky Mountains. He lives in Denver with his wife, Robin, and their four children.


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Did you like thrillers when you were growing up?

I’m not sure I knew what a thriller was when growing up. My reading was primarily what my English teacher stuck in front of me. But I did love reading, and I had some great English teachers. I grew up loving American and British classics. I still enjoy breaking out Steinbeck or Hemmingway every now and then.

What was the first story in that genre that you wrote?

The first thriller I wrote was The Vintage Club. It’s a story about a group of the world’s wealthiest men who form a club that is centered around a legend about a wine that can make one live forever. Here’s link to the trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8fyebbxwRY.

What is your favorite part of writing in this genre?

My favorite part of writing thrillers is thinking about an initial dilemma or challenge, and then how my character is going to overcome that obstacle. For example, in Chasing Hindy, the main character, Addy, thinks she’s landed her dream job when she leaves her law firm to join a startup that purports to have a technology to let cars run on water. As the story progresses, she discovers that things aren’t as they seem. In fact, she ends up being a pawn in a ruse to steal other technology and she must risk everything to prove her innocence while still trying to disclose the remarkable technology to the world.

What do you find most difficult about writing in this genre?


Developing a strong character is always the most difficult for me. It doesn’t matter how good of a plot authors come up with, if the readers can’t relate to the characters, the book is going to fall flat. I spend a lot of time just thinking what is going through a character’s head and what is her or his prime motivation.

When writing Chasing Hindy, I struggled with such a character for years, and, in fact, rewrote the book several times with other characters that just didn’t seem to work. What made the story finally click was my discovery of Addy—a patent attorney with a dream to change the world. I decided on a female character (who was also a patent attorney) for several reasons. Perhaps the main reason was that female patent attorneys are in short supply and I wanted to encourage women to enter the profession. So I created Addy to hopefully show what a difference one person can make, and through her experience more women would want to become patent attorneys.

Is there an author in this genre that you admire most?

John Grisham has always been my favorite author, although his writing has slipped a bit in recent years. When The Firm was first released, I was a first year law student. One of my friends came into class one morning carrying the book and said that I had to read it. I did in one day. Since then, I have read all of his books. In his day, he was certainly the best at what he did.

What is up next for you?

I am currently working on a piece of historical fiction based in the mid-18th century. I was just at the New Jersey Historical Society doing research. I’m going to tell about an important and fascinating part of American history that has somehow been overlooked.

Do you have anything to add?

As Stephen King is fond of saying, as long as you can wake up and write, life is going to be okay.

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Friday, April 14, 2017

Book Spotlight: Mississippi Blood by Greg Iles


The endgame is at hand for Penn Cage, his family, and the enemies bent on destroying them in this revelatory volume in the epic trilogy set in modern-day Natchez, Mississippi—Greg Iles’s epic tale of love and honor, hatred and revenge that explores how the sins of the past continue to haunt the present.

Shattered by grief and dreaming of vengeance, Penn Cage sees his family and his world collapsing around him. The woman he loves is gone, his principles have been irrevocably compromised, and his father, once a paragon of the community that Penn leads as mayor, is about to be tried for the murder of a former lover. Most terrifying of all, Dr. Cage seems bent on self-destruction. Despite Penn's experience as a prosecutor in major murder trials, his father has frozen him out of the trial preparations--preferring to risk dying in prison to revealing the truth of the crime to his son.

During forty years practicing medicine, Tom Cage made himself the most respected and beloved physician in Natchez, Mississippi. But this revered Southern figure has secrets known only to himself and a handful of others. Among them, Tom has a second son, the product of an 1960s affair with his devoted African American nurse, Viola Turner. It is Viola who has been murdered, and her bitter son--Penn's half-brother--who sets in motion the murder case against his father. The resulting investigation exhumes dangerous ghosts from Mississippi's violent past. In some way that Penn cannot fathom, Viola Turner was a nexus point between his father and the Double Eagles, a savage splinter cell of the KKK. More troubling still, the long-buried secrets shared by Dr. Cage and the former Klansmen may hold the key to the most devastating assassinations of the 1960s. The surviving Double Eagles will stop at nothing to keep their past crimes buried, and with the help of some of the most influential men in the state, they seek to ensure that Dr. Cage either takes the fall for them, or takes his secrets to an early grave.

Tom Cage's murder trial sets a terrible clock in motion, and unless Penn can pierce the veil of the past and exonerate his father, his family will be destroyed. Unable to trust anyone around him--not even his own mother--Penn joins forces with Serenity Butler, a famous young black author who has come to Natchez to write about his father's case. Together, Penn and Serenity--a former soldier--battle to crack the Double Eagles and discover the secret history of the Cage family and the South itself, a desperate move that risks the only thing they have left to gamble: their lives.

Mississippi Blood is the enthralling conclusion to a breathtaking trilogy seven years in the making--one that has kept readers on the edge of their seats. With piercing insight, narrative prowess, and a masterful ability to blend history and imagination, New York Times bestselling author Greg Iles illuminates the brutal history of the American South in a highly atmospheric and suspenseful novel that delivers the shocking resolution his fans have eagerly awaited.

Series: Penn Cage Novels (Book 6)
Hardcover: 704 pages
Publisher: William Morrow; First Edition/First Printing edition (March 21, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0062311158
ISBN-13: 978-0062311153

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Saturday, April 1, 2017

Coming in May!: What the Bishop Saw by Vannetta Chapman


Somewhere in the Embers Lies the Truth

A fire blazes out of control in the San Luis Valley of Colorado, leaving an elderly Amish bachelor dead. Bishop Henry Lapp rushes to the scene, and he learns the fire was no accident. Someone intended to kill Vernon Frey. But who would want to kill Vernon? Well, practically everyone—Amish and Englisch alike.

When the police point the finger at a suspect Henry knows is innocent, the bishop must decide whether or not to use his mysterious, God-given gift—one he's tried desperately to ignore all these years—to try and set the record straight. His close friend and neighbor, Emma, encourages Henry to follow God's leading.

Could the clue to solving the case be locked somewhere deep in his memory? Will Henry find the courage to move forward in faith and put the right person behind bars? Is his friendship with Emma becoming something more?


What the Bishop Saw
is a story of extraordinary talents, the bonds of love and friendship, and the unfailing grace of God.

Series: The Amish Bishop Mysteries (Book 1)
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers (May 1, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0736966471
ISBN-13: 978-0736966474

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Friday, March 31, 2017

Book Spotlight and Giveaway: Sealed Up: The Course of Fate: Book One by Steve Dunn Hanson





Hot off the press! SEALED UP: THE COURSE OF FATE: BOOK ONE by Steve Dunn Hanson is
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Title:
Sealed Up

Author: Steve Dunn Hanson

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 402

Genre: Action/Adventure/Suspense 



The Da Vinci Code unsettles. SEALED UP shakes to the core!

UCLA anthropologist Nathan Hill, in a funk since his young wife’s death, learns of staggering millennia-old chronicles sealed up somewhere in a Mesoamerica cliff. This bombshell rocks him out of his gloom, and he leads a clandestine expedition to uncover them. What are they? Who put them there? No one knows. But, self-absorbed televangelist Brother Luke, who funds the expedition, thinks he does. If he’s right, his power-hunger will have off-the-charts gratification.

Striking Audra Chang joins Nathan in his pursuit and brings her own shocking secret. As they struggle through a literal jungle of puzzles and dead ends, she finds herself falling in love with Nathan. Her secret, though, may make that a non-starter.

When a shaman with a thirst for human sacrifice, and a murderous Mexican drug lord with a mysterious connection to Brother Luke emerge, the expedition appears doomed. Yet Nathan is convinced that fate—or something—demands these inscrutable chronicles be unearthed. And if they are . . . what shattering disruption will they unleash?

Intricately layered and remarkably researched, this enthralling suspense-driven and thought provoking tour de force begs a startling question: Could it happen?

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Book Excerpt:

“How much farther?” Paul’s shirt was soaked from sweat.
Itzel looked at him and laughed. “Just like Torrance, huh?” Paul rolled his eyes.
“The cenote.”
Ichika pointed to a three-foot-wide path that was recently cut through
the brush. They followed it as it turned to the left then sharply to the
right. The sinkhole loomed in front of them. The water, a huge blue
sapphire, sparkled 15 feet below. Thick emerald-green growth reached
down the sinkhole’s sides, but where they were standing, the vegetation
had been cleared all the way to the water’s surface.
Paul stood at the cenote’s edge and stared down into the bowl. “You slipped here, you’d go all the way in.”
Itzel shuddered and pulled back; thoughts of her father overwhelming her. Was this what it was like where he fell? She trembled and turned away from the cenote. “Let’s leave.”
Paul
looked at her and understood. He almost said something about his
stupidity, but decided one foot in his mouth was enough. He motioned for
Ichika to take them back the way they came. He put his arm around
Itzel, and she leaned her head against him.
“Where are the ruins?”
Paul asked. Ichika didn’t say anything, just pointed ahead. The brush
and ferns that surrounded them were head high and prevented their seeing
anything except along the trail. As they turned to go to where they
first entered the path, Kish’s men stood waiting. Ikan, Muluc, and Yochi
had machetes, and Gukumatz held a tranquilizer gun.
Paul and
Itzel stopped. Ichika, her eyes fastened on the ground, kept going until
she stood on the other side of the men. She turned back toward Itzel
but wouldn’t look at her. “What’s going on?” Paul demanded in Spanish as
he stepped in front of Itzel. Gukumatz raised his gun and shot a dart
into Paul’s stomach. Paul flinched at the pain and looked down at his
stomach. “What the ....” Paul yanked the dart out and threw it on the
ground. A small circle of blood soaked through his shirt. He lunged at
Gukumatz and swung his forearm around catching him on the bridge of his
nose. Blood spurted from Gukumatz’s nostrils as he fell to the ground; a
gash flaring open on top of his nose. Ikan and Yochi dropped their
machetes and jumped Paul.
“What are you doing?” Itzel yelled in
Lacandón. “Where is Kish?” Muluc grabbed her and threw his arm around
her neck, holding her from behind.
“Don’t you hurt her!” Ichika
screamed, as she advanced on him. Gukumatz stood up and wiped his nose
with his sleeve; blood soaking through his shirt to his skin. His stare
at Paul was chilling, and he swore at him in Spanish. Paul tried to get
up to come at him. It was all the two men could do to keep him down even
though his strength was ebbing. Gukumatz turned away from Paul and
pulled a cartridge and a dart from the bag on his shoulder and loaded
them into his gun. He walked to Itzel and shoved Ichika aside. He
lowered the gun and shot the dart into Itzel’s stomach. She flinched at
the pain and stared at Gukumatz. “You pig!” she spat.
Within a few
minutes Paul and Itzel were unconscious. Gukumatz pulled the GPS
trackers from their belts, turned them off, and slammed them against a
rock. He grunted as he picked up Itzel and slung her across his
shoulder. The other three men lifted Paul. They headed to the platform
ruins.
The place of sacrifice.


About the Author





I've lived in places that grew me . . . from a small Idaho farm town, a run-down neighborhood in St. Louis, and a middle-class southern California community, to Sydney, Australia, and Bucharest, Romania. My experiences are as varied as the places I've lived. I have a hopper full of "reality" including being a volunteer jail chaplain and flying with a U.S. presidential candidate in his small plane when an engine conked out. And all of this is fodder for my writing.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Blu Heat by David Burnsworth

Blu Heat: A Blu Carraway Novella

by David Burnsworth

on Tour March 27 - April 10, 2017



Synopsis:

Blu Heat: A Blu Carraway Novella by David Burnsworth
A man walks into a bar, and dies. It isn’t just any bar, it’s the Pirate’s Cove located on the Isle of Palms, a barrier island just north of the Charleston, South Carolina harbor. Ex-Marine Brack Pelton tries to stop the murder and almost dies himself. The victim, Skip Romeo, has a shady past and some interesting friends. The friend he’d planned on meeting at the bar before he got shot was lowcountry Private Investigator Blu Carraway.

Brack Pelton hates that someone shot up his bar and Blu Carraway hates that someone gunned down his friend. Both want revenge and justice. And both tend to leave a lot of collateral damage in their wake. Their team-up is inevitable. Individually, they’re each a force to be reckoned with. Together, they’re like an atomic bomb blast at ground zero. Pelton and Carraway and Charleston will never be the same.


Book Details:

Genre: Mystery

Published by: Henery Press

Publication Date: March 28, 2017

Number of Pages: UKN

ISBN: 9781635111866

Series: A Brack Pelton Mystery Novella, 2.5

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Read an excerpt:

Chapter One

Isle of Palms, South Carolina

The crash of the surf pushed itself in between the beats of a forty-year-old Jimmy Buffet song streaming through the sound system of the Pirate’s Cove. Brack wiped down the old oak bar with Murphy’s oil soap, cleaning away invisible dirt. October had brought with it the end of the tourist season, although it would stay around eighty degrees for another weekend or two. No customers meant no messes to clean up, but Brack had developed a slight case of obsessive-compulsive disorder since Darcy and Mutt had moved away. Thus the need to reclean.

The early fall ocean breeze blew steady through large doors open for just that reason, something Brack never got tired of. Paige, the bar’s manager, had taken the rest of the staff out for a harbor cruise, a gift for another great summer season. Brack hadn’t been up for the day trip, deciding at the last minute to man the fort while they were out playing.

Alone with only his thoughts, he finished the last section of oak and was contemplating giving the wide ancient floor planks another coat of oil soap when a man walked in and took a seat at the bar. Aviator sunglasses, shoulder-length hair thin on top, Sam Elliot mustache. Brack pegged him at mid-forties.

Isle of Palms, South Carolina, where the bar was located, had a lot of money. And Americans enjoyed hiding their wealth behind old blue jeans and pickup trucks. This guy could be rich.

Or homeless.

Brack walked over to him. “How’re ya doing?”

“Gimme a Bud and a shot of Jack.” The man’s voice was gruff. “Can I smoke?”

“Not in here, but if you want to set up on the back deck, you can smoke all you want.”

The man nodded. It made Brack miss being able to smoke a cigar in his own bar. He got the drinks and set them in front of his customer.

The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a wrinkled twenty, and said, “Keep it. If someone asks for Skip, tell ’em where I am.”

Brack watched him scoop up both drinks and head outside, irritated that the distraction from his OCD had left the room. The wood tables called his name.

Who was he kidding? If he didn’t keep busy, he’d think about Darcy. She’d moved away from him to be with another man, and that was too much to handle.

And, because when it rained, it poured, the bar had lost Bonny, its macaw mascot and resident, just two weeks ago to old age. She’d started the business with Brack’s uncle in the seventies. And now she was gone, too.

The front door opened again and this time two men walked in. One glance at their dead eyes told Brack they were not here for the fresh salt air. Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts couldn’t hide the vibe of death they brought with them. Brack had been in enough bad spots before to know these were not tourists looking for daiquiris.

Because Brack had vowed to always have weapons on hand, there were two pistols behind the bar, one at each end and a sawed-off shotgun in the middle. Unfortunately, he was smack dab in between two of the weapons.

The two newcomers looked around the bar, and then they spotted the guy on the back deck.

Brack inched to the closest corner. One set of dead eyes landed on him, a hand reaching behind to what had to be a gun.

Their eyes locked. Brack’s hand was twelve inches away from his own pistol.

Dead Eyes pulled his piece first and fired. Brack’s Marine training dropped him to the ground. The bullet whizzed overhead and a bottle of top-shelf vodka exploded. Glass showered down on him.

More shots fired. Brack wrapped his hand around the Colt Python, his bar manager’s weapon of choice, and felt the thumps as rounds perforated the bar over his head and smacked into the wall cabinet that held all the booze. It seemed like there were more shots than thumps.

He cocked the hammer back, took two deep breaths, and trained the sight around the corner of the bar. It settled on a shin creeping between the chairs and tables.

The Python spit fire and noise and lead. The impact of the bullet blew a crater through the shin. It was as if all the air in the room got sucked through the hole and exited out the back in a cloud of red mist.

A scream followed by two more shots and two more thumps took over all other sound.

The figure owning the useless shin crashed to the ground. With a clear shot, Brack put two center-mass rounds in the man for good measure and then ducked behind the bar again.

One on one now. Even odds. Except they weren’t even. Brack was pinned and he knew it. Two more thumps hit the bar, followed by the sound of the front door banging open and then closing with a whoosh of the air cylinder that pulled it back in.

It could be a trap, the guy just waiting for Brack to fall for it, show himself, and be blasted to Timbuktu. He stayed put a few more seconds which felt like minutes.

A faint siren wailed in the distance. The police station was only two blocks away. Brack hoped to God it was the chief.

After a count of ten more seconds, the front door opened again.

It was now or never. Brack sprang to his feet, Python in hand, sighted in the door, and didn’t fire.

A man a few inches taller than himself held up his hands. Olive skin, short-cropped hair beginning to recede in the corners of his forehead, silver cross on a chain around his neck, black jeans, black T-shirt, Doc Martens, and sunglasses, he said, “Don’t shoot.”

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Excerpt from Blu Heat: A Blu Carraway Novella by David Burnsworth.  Copyright © 2017 by David Burnsworth. Reproduced with permission from David Burnsworth. All rights reserved.


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Author Bio:


David Burnsworth became fascinated with the Deep South at a young age. After a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Tennessee and fifteen years in the corporate world, he made the decision to write a novel. Big City Heat is his fourth mystery. Having lived in Charleston on Sullivan's Island for five years, the setting was a foregone conclusion. He and his wife along with their dog call South Carolina home.

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