Showing posts with label 1970s. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

"Cold as Ice" by Julie Mulhern

GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY
Cold as Ice
(The Country Club Murders Book 6)
by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice (The Country Club Murders Book 6) by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice is the sixth book in Julie Mulhern's Country Club Murders series set in the 1970s. Also available: The Deep End (read my blog post), Guaranteed to Bleed, Clouds in My Coffee, Send in the Clowns, and Watching the Detectives (read my blog post).

The Country Club Murders by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice is currently on tour with Great Escapes Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Ellison Russell’s life resembles a rollercoaster ride. And rollercoasters make her ill. Her daughter Grace has a crush on a boy Ellison doesn’t trust and she’s taken to hosting wild parties when Ellison goes out for the evening. Worse, the bank which represents Grace’s inheritance from her father may be in trouble.
When a meeting with the chef at the country club leads to the discovery of a body, Ellison can’t afford cold feet. She must save the bank, find the killer, and convince Grace (and herself) that powerful women don’t need men to rescue them.

Excerpt
Check out the Guest Post by the Author (below) to read an excerpt and the inspiration behind it.

Praise for the Book
"I loved that the book takes place in 1974 when there were no cell phones, computers, etc. It was a nice change of pace. I am looking forward to reading the other books in this series, but do not feel that I was missing any important information because I hadn't. This book can definitely stand alone and I truly enjoyed it." ~ Sunny
"This is the first book I have read by Julie Mulhern and certainly won't be the last. I now need to go back to the first book in the Country Club mystery series and read them in order. Ellison is a typical seventies mom, a widow with a typical teenage daughter. Great story, fast paced, funny and a dead body." ~ sonnysmom
"This was the first book in the series I have read but it will not be the last! The characters were quite entertaining and the whodunit was very well written. I will certainly read the previous books in the series now, and look forward to reading the next in the series." ~ Karen Kenyon
"Every Country Club Murder is better than the last. I read this one in an afternoon; there was no stopping this story. I can't wait for the next one, because Anarchy." ~ G. Smith
"Julie Mulhern keeps honing her craft as a writer. I enjoy each of her Country Club mystery series installments more than the pervious. Her books are funny, well written and you can't put them down. When reading one of Mulhern's books, I keep telling myself, 'Just one more page' until I'm at the end, and I've lost a night's sleep. Cold as Ice is her best yet!" ~ Charlotte Wilson

Guest Post by the Author
Excerpt from Cold as Ice and My Inspiration for the Scene
If, by chance, you’re the parent of a teenager, I hope your son or daughter is an angel - the kind of adolescent who does their homework without being asked, the kind that empties the dishwasher because there are clean dishes inside and not because you nagged, the kind who never misses curfew and never considered having a party.
I did not raise angels. On the upside, my girls give me lots of inspiration. One of them (I won’t tell which one) inspired this scene in Cold as Ice.
Anarchy slowed the car to a crawl. I looked for the house flooded with lights and people.
Mine.
I was hosting an enormous party.
And if the police cars and scattering teenagers and empty beer cans littering my lawn were any indication, the party was a good one.
“She’s grounded until she’s thirty.”
Anarchy snorted and pulled into the drive, parking at the bottom. The rest of the driveway was already filled with haphazardly parked vehicles.
I didn’t wait for Anarchy to open my door. I was out of the car before he’d even turned off the ignition.
I charged up the drive in full Mother mode. Four friends to spend the night? Where was Grace? When I was done with her she’d wish for Mother.
“Ma’am?” A uniformed officer actually thought he could stop me.
My steps didn’t slow. “My house.”
He wisely got out of my way.
I pushed on the front door. It didn’t budge.
Apparently the teenagers who remained in my house had decided their best course of action was to lock the door and wait out the police.
Too bad for the geniuses behind the door, I had a key. I inserted the gold Schlage and turned. The door swung open onto a world gone mad.
A mob of children holding beer cans stared at me with horrified expressions on their young faces. “Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room” blared from the stereo in the family room, loud enough for me to feel the bass rumble through the floor. The boys’ room wasn’t the only place people were smoking. Far too many children held cigarettes. My house smelled like a dive bar.
I stepped inside. “Where. Is. Grace?”
No one said a word.
“Out.” I pointed toward the front yard.
No one moved.
I let my gaze travel. “I know who you are.” I’d known most of the kids in my front hall since they learned to toddle. “If you’re not out of here in one minute, I’ll call your fathers.” I paused, slowing my voice to deadly intent. “And send them bills for this mess.”
The little delinquents flew out the door.
I felt a presence at my back and glanced over my shoulder. Anarchy stood behind me. “Wow.” His voice was mild.
Wow? Maybe that was an appropriate response for a homicide detective who was accustomed to witnessing gruesome crime scenes, but as the unexpected hostess for this party, the words scrolling through my brain were much stronger. My fingers curved into talons and I stalked forward. At least thirty teenagers still lingered in the living room. And why wouldn’t they? That was where most of the liquor was—had been. A group of five or six kids were spinning an empty bottle of eighteen-year-old Glenfiddich. The bottle had not been empty when I left.
They saw me and leapt from the floor.
“Out.” I pointed toward the door.
Maybe it was the look on my face. Maybe it was the police detective standing behind me. They ran.
I strode toward the kitchen. The island was cluttered with empty beer cans and glasses doing double duty as ashtrays. Three boys perused the contents of my refrigerator, a fourth pumped a keg.
The growl in my throat was visceral.
“Ellison, keep everything in perspective. No one’s dead.”
“Yet.” Maybe not the smartest thing to say to a homicide detective.

About the Author
Julie Mulhern
Julie Mulhern is the USA Today bestselling author of The Country Club Murders. She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym, and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean - and she's got an active imagination. Truth is - she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog, and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.





Giveaway
Enter the giveaway for a chance to win one of five ebook copies of The Deep End by Julie Mulhern (US only).

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Monday, May 29, 2017

"Watching the Detectives" by Julie Mulhern

GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY
Watching the Detectives
(The Country Club Murders Book 5)
by Julie Mulhern


Watching the Detectives is the fifth book in Julie Mulhern's Country Club Murders series set in the 1970s. Also available: The Deep End (read my blog post), Guaranteed to Bleed, Clouds in My Coffee, and Send in the Clowns.


Watching the Detectives is currently on tour with Great Escapes Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Ellison Russell wanted a decorator, not a corpse. Too bad she finds Mrs. White in the study killed with a revolver. Things go from bad to worse when she finds Mr. White in the dining room killed with a candlestick. With so many bodies, is it any wonder Detective Anarchy Jones’ new partner considers Ellison a suspect?
With the country club gossips talking a mile a minute, an unexpected cocktail party, a visit from Aunt Sis, and a romantic decision, Ellison hardly has time to think about murder. Unfortunately, the killer has plenty of time to think about her.


Excerpt
Click below to read an excerpt.


Praise for the Book
"The story is well-paced and the characters keep it moving." ~ Christa Reads and Writes
"Pretty much every new Country Club Murder mystery I read I proclaim my new favorite and Watching the Detectives is no different! Right from the beginning I was completely sucked in." ~ I Wish I Lived In a Library
"Watching the Detectives is a must read for anyone who loves a little 'meat' to their cozy mystery and a good dose of humor and wit to boot." ~ A Cozy Experience
"Good mystery and well written. Enjoyable read! Great book for fans of fun cozy mysteries!" ~ MysteriesEtc

Guest Post by the Author
Why I Set The Country Club Murders in the 70s
I’m often asked, "You could have set The Country Club Murders in almost any era, why the 70s?"
Here’s my answer ...
When I was a little girl, my parents offered me and my sister a choice. They could join a country club or buy a place in the country. The country came with ponies.
We picked ponies.
The place they bought was probably no more than an hour away from Kansas City, but to a girl in the backseat of an Olds station wagon, it seemed much farther. There was a pond, a river, woods, a pony named Pistol, a horse named King, more fireflies than a city girl had ever seen, and an enormous vegetable garden.
There was also one radio station, no television, and no access to other kids.
Those summers, I learned to entertain myself.
I read. Everything I brought with me - Nancy Drews, The Phantom Tollbooth, Watership Down, and countless Agatha Christies. And when I ran out of kids’ books, I read my parents’ books. Pearl S. Buck’s novel about the Empress Cixi [Imperial Woman], Michener, and Ludlum.
We swam in the pond, went fishing, took long horseback rides, and gazed at the stars.
I brought watercolor paper and paints and painted.
Sitting on the screen porch with the view of the pasture, I "helped" my father finish crossword puzzles.
Idyllic.
When I turned twelve, my parents added the country club.
Sunburned noses, tennis in the heat of the day, junior golf, lounging in the snack bar with a Tab and lime, dinners on the terrace, and being the kid with the worst tan because laying out was boring.
Summers in the city, I played kick-the-can with neighborhood friends till our mothers called us in for the night. I thought I was incredibly grown up when I walked to Brookside, bought penny candy at the Dime Store, and an ice cream cone (daiquiri ice in a sugar cone) at Topsy’s.
1976. The parades. The national pride. The fire hydrants painted to look like founding fathers.
Winters ... colder and darker, but the snow lingered and we went sledding at Suicide Hill every chance we got.
When it comes to the 1970s, my memories are gilded and my glasses are rose-colored. Which is why, when it came to picking a time period for The Country Club Murders, the decision was easy.

About the Author
Julie Mulhern is the USA Today bestselling author of The Country Club Murders. She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean - and she's got an active imagination. Truth is - she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog, and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.




Giveaway
Enter the giveaway for a chance to win one of five ebook copies of Watching the Detectives by Julie Mulhern (US only).

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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

"The Art of Raising Hell" by Thomas Lopinski

REVIEW and INTERVIEW
The Art of Raising Hell
by Thomas Lopinski


Thomas Lopinski, the author of The Art of Raising Hell, stops by for an interview and to share an excerpt from the book. You can also read my review.

Description
"There are some people that walk around on two feet and others like me that run on all four."
To most people, that’s a bold statement. I just wish I’d been the one to say it, but I wasn’t. In fact, until a few days ago, I wasn’t even sure what it meant.
You might say that, on the surface, it’s a very simple concept: Either you’re the type of person who lives within a set of boundaries or the type who knows none. But life is never that simple, is it? No, I’d say that the most important insights about who we are, what we say, and why we do things are not always the obvious ones. Instead, they’re discovered on the streets of your hometown, revealed late at night in a dark backroom, or sometimes forced upon you at knifepoint where your only choices for survival are between bad and worse.
In The Art of Raising Hell, Newbie Johnson has recently moved to Bunsen Creek, Illinois, when his mother is killed in a tragic car crash. His father does his best to maintain a normal household, but his broken heart is just not up to the task. Newbie finds solace by hanging out with his three buddies in their clandestine Backroom hideout. Getting into mischief becomes their favorite pastime as they try to follow in the footsteps of Lonny Nack, who has perfected the art of running on all four.
"Running on all four" takes on a new meaning for Newbie when he finds his inner voice and begins to understand the difference between chasing life and being chased by it.


Excerpt
Then Lonny looked at each of us. “So what in tarnation are you boys doing out here?”
“We were playing hockey,” griped Skeeter. 
Lonny looked around at the hockey sticks. “So you guys quit already?”
Skeeter waved an arm. “Not by our choice. Old dipshit here shot the puck out on the lake.”
“Hey, it was an accident.”
“Who cares? The game is over.” I added.
“Not necessarily,” hummed Lonny. “I hear it’s been below zero for a good two  weeks now, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Yeah, but what?” he interrupted as he walked over to the river’s edge and jumped down on the ice. Then he stomped on it a few more times. “Looks solid enough.”
“You going to walk out there?” asked T.J.
“Hell no, I’m gonna drive. How else can I see the puck?” He ran back to the truck, opened the door, and shouted, “Anyone want to come along?”
He took our silence as a no and fired up his old Chevy. Without hesitation, Lonny backed up and drove down to the loading ramp. Then he slowly placed the front tires on the ice and listened. “Here goes nothin’,” he yelled as a shot of gray smoke plumed out of the tailpipe. He drove over the snowbank onto the middle of the cove and carefully climbed the other snow bank at the edge. His headlights were lighting up the rest of the lake now, and we heard him shout, “There it is.”
The truck shifted into second gear and rolled out onto the middle of the lake as the tires spun on the slick ice. While his beat-up, old pickup spun figure eights and circles around the puck, he let out a holler that echoed for miles downriver. A few minutes later, he opened the door and swooped up the puck, causing us all to cheer.
Then we heard a siren blast so loud that it nearly knocked us into the fire. “Come off the ice immediately,” the cop ordered over the loudspeaker as his car slowly made its way up to the cove. When we looked back, Lonny had turned the lights off on his truck and was sitting in the middle of the lake. The cop car shined his spotlight on it as the snow started to fall. The naked trees surrounding the lake were now laced in white but did little to stop the wind from blowing and soon Lonny’s truck was a pale image of itself.
“You have sixty seconds,” the speaker commanded.
Sixty seconds or what? I thought. I’m pretty sure Officer Hightower had no intention of putting his life in danger and going out on the ice after the truck. What was he going to do when the time was up? He climbed out of the car and shined his flashlight over the lake. All he saw was the silhouette of a man in the driver’s seat. The window was down, and the snow was still swirling around the truck like a cotton candy machine. Lonny adjusted his rear view mirror to get a better look but kept his back toward the light. During the brief moments when the air stood still and allowed the swirling snow to take a breather, their eyes met in the reflection of that mirror. This only confirmed what they both already knew.
At this point, it was more an issue of pride than anything to do with law and order. Lonny stared back in defiance, just daring Hightower to come after him. Hightower glared back just waiting for Lonny to make a wrong move. What had started out years ago as a scuffle between a rebel child bending the laws and an officer sworn to uphold them, had grown into a high stakes game of chicken. Unfortunately, both sides were so damn stubborn that neither one would blink. 
They faced off for a few minutes until the snow started to really come down. The skies were now glowing white while the moon hid behind layers of clouds. An army of snowflakes silently parachuted to the ground. Lonny revved up the engine and signaled that he was tired of this game by saluting Hightower with a thumbs up. We barely heard his screams over the engine noise as the truck sped away down the river a half a mile to the Lakeview Leisure Club boat dock. The ice shifted and croaked out new surface cracks along the trail following his tire marks. Air bubbles sprung up to the top and recoiled like a Slinky being tossed down the stairs. Lonny still had his lights off, but we caught glimpses of the red glow coming from his breaks as he pulled up onto land. 
Then it happened. One of those rare moments when your faith in the Almighty is reaffirmed and you realize that a chapter in a person’s life has just been punctuated with a comma instead of a period. As soon as his truck drove up on the concrete ramp down at the Leisure Club, the ice behind him collapsed and sank into the water. There was no mistaking that sound of rushing water flowing on the top, and we all heard it. Hightower rushed back to his car and aimed his spotlight into the distance. A dark blue hole the size of a large yacht was belching up water onto the surface. Lonny’s brake lights glistened off the reflection, confirming that he was indeed safe. Then they disappeared up the road.
The Chief just banged his flashlight against his palm and growled, “Someday that boy’s gonna push me too far.” And with that, he got back in the car, turned on the siren, and tore off in pursuit. Of course, by the time he’d made it around the lake using a loosely connected rectangular grid of country roads, Lonny was long gone.
But Hightower’s anger remained.

Praise for the Book
"Another great read from Lopinski! Lopinski's writing reminds me of Stephen King's writing style, not the genre but the way Lopinski uses vivid detail to create a three-dimensional character in a true to life, realistic setting. Lopinski also draws upon common experiences, fears, and triumphs that most people relate to. This was a very fast read as I did not want to put the book down, except for sleeping and going to the office. I really enjoyed the story line and characters and, even though the story may be more relatable to male teens and young male adults, I wanted to read more. [...] Thank you, Lopinski! I strongly recommend this for teens and young adults." ~ Elena
"The Art of Raising Hell is a dangerous art, but undoubtedly, one well worth dabbling in. I couldn’t put it down ... and I can’t let it go - thank you for a great ride!" ~ Sister-Arts Studio
"I couldn't put it down! Once I started it I was pulled right into the story and transported back to a time when I was in high school. I laughed, I cried and I learned the differences, along with many similarities, of growing up in a rural home town. This author has a way of speaking to your heart and not just your mind." ~ Gale Bibb
"What an interesting trip to the early 70s! I enjoyed this book very much. I have no real knowledge of the 70s but I think it would be a little like this book. I love the three-dimensional characters and the authors approach to this story. I had a hard time putting this book down - it pulled me right in." ~ Aly
"I'm enchanted by the pace, rhythm, the many stories within the main story, and the characters are so seamlessly developed that I feel like I know each one personally; like I grew up with them in a small Midwestern town. Bravo Mr. Lopinski! Very well done, and please keep writing! Looking forward to many more great tales from a master storyteller." ~ Gadget Geek

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
The fantastic first chapter sets the scene and gives our narrator his voice, and what a voice it is! At the age of thirteen, Ryan Johnson moves to the quiet town of Bunsen Creek, where he meets his new best friends (Skeeter, T.J., and Buzzard), gets nicknamed Newbie because he's the new kid in town, encounters the infamous Lonny Nack for the first time, and falls in love with Lonny's sister Sally. We follow the misadventures of the four friends from the age of thirteen to the age of eighteen - their meetings in their Backroom hangout at Skeeter's house, first loves, adventures, classic pranks, and hijinks of epic proportions - mostly inspired by Newbie's devotion to the legendary Lonny Nack.
This is a coming-of-age story set in the 1970s. It features love, loss, friendship, betrayal, revenge, and tragedy - as well as some great lines. With memorable characters, an interesting setting, and a clever and touching story, this book will keep you wanting more.
A fabulous read especially for young adult males, but I'm certain everyone will love it - I know I did!

Interview With the Author
Hi Thomas, thanks for joining me today to discuss your new book, The Art of Raising Hell.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
I would say anyone who’s hit puberty and learned a few cuss words would be old enough to read my novel. It’s considered Young Adult Fiction by my publisher, but there are enough adult themes to interest readers of all ages. It’s also set in the 1970s so anyone nostalgic for that era will find it entertaining.
What sparked the idea for this book?
While I was in the middle of writing a follow up novel to my first book, Document 512, I awoke in the middle of the night and the opening line rolled off my tongue. I’d always wanted to write a book about growing up in a small town and some of the colorful characters that made my childhood so enjoyable. When I combined all of these ideas together along with the opening line, the first draft just flowed from there.
So, which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
With this book, the characters came first. Every time I introduced a new character and their personalities developed, the storyline veered off in a new direction.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
"The End". I made my mind up early on to keep the novel short. I didn’t want to write an epic saga that took weeks to read. The problem was that I had all of these stories to tell and only so many pages to work with in order to make that happen. That was the challenge.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope that it brings a smile to their faces. It’s a story about chasing after life instead of being chased by it. My goal was to allow readers to emerge themselves into the world of Bunsen Creek and experience that sense of freedom for a few hours.
How long did it take you to write this book?
The first draft took about six weeks. Of course, after that were dozens of rewrites. I’d still be rewriting if my publisher hadn’t stopped me.
What is your writing routine?
I don’t have one, really. I like to write outside in my backyard next to the pool but I don’t have a specific routine. I do try to either write or do something connected to writing every day. I think that’s very important.
How did you get your book published?
It was a combination of a few things, but thinking outside the box was the key. I knew that if I could just get a publisher to read my novel, they’d fall in love with it. Once I knew the solution to my problem, all I had to do was come up with a creative way to achieve that goal. The success I had with my first novel seemed to help too. Entering writing contests and winning recognition gave my writing legitimacy.
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I read, of course, but now it’s mostly research for future novels. I love history and have been trying to learn more about quantum physics, as I think there is a good storyline in there somewhere. I’ve planned a trip to South America for this summer to research a few things for an upcoming book. I play guitar, love a good poker game, and work in the garden whenever possible. Then there’s the family to take care of.
Speaking of family, what does your family think of your writing?
So far, they’ve been very supportive and no one has told me to stop. My wife and I raised triplet daughters, and counter to what you’d think, they all have completely different opinions about my writing. One girl likes this book, another one likes my last book, and then there’s the one who just likes boys.
I've got one of those (the latter)! Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
Many of the stories in the book were based on events that actually happened during my childhood. I grew up in a small town much like Bunsen Creek. It was your typical American household with a mother, father, siblings, dog, cat, goldfish ... except for one thing: my mother was deaf. She was an amazing woman who raised five children and knew exactly where we were every minute of the day, which I thought was quite a feat. They stayed married for over fifty years even though there were many challenges along the way. My dad owned a tavern that wasn’t allowed to open on Sundays. Of course, my brother and I always volunteered to clean it that day so you can imagine the trouble we got into.
Did you like reading when you were a child?
I did, but wasn’t consumed by it. I was more interested in music and playing in rock bands at the time.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. At first, I thought I was going to be a songwriter. After years of dabbling in that, I finally realized that literature was my strong suit.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
I don’t think I’ve been influenced as much as inspired. I didn’t want to write like Kurt Vonnegut, but was inspired by him to be as original as possible with my style. I wasn’t looking to create these other worlds like Stephen King, but was inspired by him to search for the perfect metaphor.
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
A follow up novel to Document 512. Many readers have been asking when I will continue that adventure into the Amazon jungle. Maybe a follow up to The Art of Raising Hell too, you never know.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by today, Thomas. Best of luck with your future projects.

About the Author
Thomas Lopinski studied at the University of Illinois and later moved to Southern California with his wife and daughters to work in the music industry. Document 512 was his first published novel in 2012 and won awards from Reader Views, Foreword Review, National Indie Excellence Awards and BestIndieBooks.com.
His second novel The Art of Raising Hell was published through Dark Alley Press in 2015. Thomas is also a member of the Independent Writers of Southern California (IWOSC).

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