Showing posts with label historical mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical mystery. Show all posts

Friday, March 20, 2015

#NewRelease: Key to Lawrence by Gary and Linda Cargill


The Cargills docked at Southampton and explored the South of England in preparation for this thriller, Key to Lawrence. They also sailed the North Atlantic just like Dora Benley. But their transatlantic voyages were on the Queen Mary 2 instead of the Lusitania. They made use of the American Southwest where they live to depict the Syrian Desert that was home to Lawrence of Arabia. Visit their website. Read their blog. Linda also has a Facebook Fan Page.

Blurb:
Water rushed into the four, great smoke stacks of the ship as they, too, hit the waves. Tremendous, churning whirlpools sucked victims inside. A few were ejected, blackened with soot. Propellers rose above the maelstrom. The rudder lifted higher than the smoke stacks. The ship's prow pointed down toward the deep. It looked as if the ship's nose would hit the sea bed hundreds of feet below. The Lusitania sank in only 18 minutes after being torpedoed on May 7, 1915. Dora Benley vowed revenge on the enemy. Key to Lawrence tracks the beginning of her quest for justice in this special edition of the first volume of the Edward Ware Thriller Series. It commemorates the 100th anniversary of the Great War.
 
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Excerpt:
Manhattan — Saturday, May 1, 1915

The stranger stared at Dora’s package. A wide-brimmed hat shaded his face, revealing only a dark beard and mustache. Smoking a small, cheap, stubby cigar, dressed in a nondescript, ill-fitting dark suit, the man strutted towards her in a menacing fashion. Blueish-white cigar smoke curled upward in a lazy corkscrew. It vanished into the air several yards above his head.

Twenty-year-old Dora Benley quickly stuffed the surprise birthday gift for her father into her satchel. Holding a green parasol edged with black fringe over her head she skirted crowds of well-dressed, gossiping passengers waiting to board the Lusitania. Dressed in a full-length, aquamarine dress with white lace around the sleeves, Dora moved as far away from the intruder as she could without falling off the edge of the pier.

She searched impatiently for her parents. They were supposed to rendezvous with her at 11:00 AM. By now it was almost noon!

A man and woman reporting team burst upon the crowd at Cunard’s Pier 54. They were trailed by a photographer and his assistants carrying a large folding camera and a tripod. The reporters hurled themselves at the passengers.

“What do you think of the German announcement?” The male reporter thrust a copy of The New York Times at Dora. He pointed to the advertisement prominently displayed on the front page:

The author will be giving away a historical, 100-year-old postcard of the Lusitania during the tour!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

#Interview with Phil Lecomber for Mask of the Verdoy @GHMysteries



Phil Lecomber was born in 1965 in Slade Green, on the outskirts of South East London—just a few hundred yards from the muddy swirl of the Thames.

Most of his working life has been spent in and around the capital in a variety of occupations. He has worked as a musician in the city’s clubs, pubs and dives; as a steel-fixer helping to build the towering edifices of the square mile (and also working on some of the city’s iconic landmarks, such as Tower Bridge); as a designer of stained-glass windows; and—for the last quarter of a century—as the director of a small company in Mayfair specializing in the electronic security of some of the world’s finest works of art.

All of which, of course, has provided wonderful material for a novelist’s inspiration.

Always an avid reader, a chance encounter as a teenager with a Gerald Kersh short story led to a fascination with the ‘Morbid Age’— the years between the wars. The world that Phil has created for the George Harley Mysteries is the result of the consumption and distillation of myriad contemporary novels, films, historical accounts, biographies and slang dictionaries of the 1930s—with a nod here and there to some of the real-life colourful characters that he’s had the pleasure of rubbing shoulders with over the years.

So, the scene is now set … enter George Harley, stage left …

Phil lives in the beautiful West Country city of Bath with his wife, Susie. They have two sons, Jack and Ned.

Special interview with Crime Fiction Lovers!

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 1. At any given time do you work on only one story at a time and maybe plot out the next one or are there many ideas racing around your head?

“Mask of the Verdoy” is the first in a series of period crime thrillers set in 1930s. All the books in the series will feature the main protagonist, George Harley, and many of the supporting characters will make reappearances. Whilst writing each book I tend to sow the seeds for a future story. For example, Harley’s arch enemy, Osbert Morkens (the serial killer responsible for the horrific murder of Harley’s fiancée) is only referred to and doesn’t actually appear in the first book—partly to build the back story, but also as a teaser for the second book “The Grimaldi Vaults” in which he’ll play a larger role. The second story is already fully plotted – I just need to find the time amongst all the marketing for the current book to actually get the first draft completed! I’ve also already planned the skeleton plots for at least another three main storylines for Harley’s future outings.

2. Is there a genre you haven't written in but would like to? Or wish you could write in?

That’s an interesting question. For the foreseeable future I think I’ll stick with this ‘period crime thriller, mystery’ genre. The previous (unpublished) short stories and books that I’ve written were less of a genre style, more along the lines of general literature. Although I think they had their merits, I don’t think I’d yet found ‘my voice’ so to speak. I went away and thought long and hard about what kind of a book would fire my imagination. For many years now I’ve had a fascination with the 1930s and with the history of London; so I began to read around the subject and then started developing the main character, George Harley. Part of this development was learning how George might talk – which led to some in-depth research on the street slang of the 1930s. After a while I found that I could ‘hear’ him, so to speak—I knew just how he’d respond in certain situations. After that it was a case of plotting the first storyline.



This particular genre gives me great freedom to be both playful with the plotline and to introduce some serious themes into the books: I’ve chosen a kind of retro style of storytelling (akin to those old 1930s adventure movies) which allows for a great dynamic in the pace of the plot; but the setting of the 1930s also allows me to explore some serious subject matter, such as the rise of extremist politics, police corruption, manipulation of the press and changes to the British class system.


3. Do you add an element of romantic suspense in your stories?

Yes, there is a little in there. In the first book George is still grieving for his fiancée, Cynthia; when he meets the beautiful and philanthropic aristocrat, Euphemia Daubeney (who bears an uncanny resemblance to Cynthia) he can’t help falling a little for her. And it soon becomes obvious that the feeling is reciprocated. Given Harley’s views on the British nobility this forces the private detective to do a good bit of soul-searching.



4. Say you have unlimited funds: What kind of writing office/cottage would you create for yourself?

Well, I now live in the beautiful city of Bath (a world heritage site) and have created my writing den at very top of a Georgian townhouse, so I’m not sure that I’d change the view from my window (a mixture of rolling Somerset hills mixed with stunning Georgian architecture) – but perhaps I’d make the window a little larger. And it’s the only room without central heating in the house – so it’s a little cold in the winter!



As far as an ideal writing environment, well maybe it would be interesting to have the interior decorated in the style of a fin-de-siècle decadent novel, a pad worthy of Des Esseintes or Dorian Gray. You know—all red leather reading chairs, wall-to-wall bookshelves and cabinets of curiosities full of shrunken heads, monkeys paws and occult paraphernalia. I’m not sure my wife would approve though.



But you know, if you’re focussed enough, you can write in almost any kind of surroundings; I wrote the majority of “Mask of the Verdoy” crammed into a commuter train on my daily four hour round-trip commute to London.


5. If you could turn your novel into a TV show, which novel or series would you do? Where would it be set? Network TV (ABC, NBC, CBS), Cable (AMC, BBC, Lifetime) or Premium Cable (HBO, Showtime, Starz)?

Early into the first draft of “Mask of the Verdoy” I was pulled away from writing the book to explore the possibility of adapting the story as an internet-streamed motion-capture animated series (I know, it sounds crazy, but it was a serious project for a while). Because of budget constraints this never got off of the ground, but I could still see the story working well in a TV series format.



Now, as it has a period setting (and being a Brit), I think it would be interesting to see what our BBC could do with it – they’re well-known for their exquisite renditions of period dramas. But, of course, it would also be great to see it realized as one of those big-budget HBO series (I was a huge fan of The Sopranos). But if we’re just playing around here with ‘what ifs’ why not Hollywood? …


6. Finally, tell us about your latest release!

As I’ve already mentioned, “Mask of the Verdoy” is a period crime thriller, set in 1930s London. In part an homage to Grahame Greene’s Brighton Rock, and to the writings of Gerald Kersh, Patrick Hamilton and the other chroniclers of London lowlife in the 1930s, it also tips its hat to the heyday of the British crime novel—but unlike the quaint sleepy villages and sprawling country estates of Miss Marple and Hercules Poirot, George Harley operates in the spielers, clip-joints and all-night cafés that pimple the seedy underbelly of a city struggling under the austerity of the Great Depression.



Hopefully the interwar period setting of the series should have an obvious resonance with the present day reader - with the Western world struggling in the grip of a global economic crisis, haunted by past military conflicts and turning to extreme politics as doom-mongers foretell the decline of civilization and the death of capitalism. Sounds familiar, right?



It’s early days, but we’ve already had some very encouraging appraisals. Here are a couple of quotes from recent reviews:



“The smoky and smoggy atmosphere of 1930s London is captured beautifully … The dramatic finale is magnificently melodramatic, and ends the book – an excellent debut – in fine style. 5 STARS!” - (CRIME FICTION LOVER)



“MASK OF THE VERDOY is an enthralling tale of murder and manipulation that’ll place you in 1930’s London. 4 STARS!” – (CRIME THRILLER HOUND)



There’s a lot of Harley’s back-story and further detail about the series on the website: www.georgeharley.com, and to whet your appetite here’s a brief plot outline:



London 1932. A spate of terrorist bombings threatens the devastated residents, who begin to turn to desperate measures to make ends meet. This sense of desperation is reflected in the radical politics of the era; ominously the British Brotherhood of Fascists (BBF), led by Sir Pelham Saint Clair, is gaining popularity, and the Blackshirts’ attitude of prejudice and intolerance to immigrants is spreading fast.

            George Harley, a kind-hearted, cockney private detective with a strong but liberal sense of morality, is walking through Piccadilly late one night when he comes across a young rent-boy being roughed up in an alleyway. He scares off the attackers and brings the boy back to his house to recuperate. However, a few days later the house is targeted by a mysterious masked assailant and things take on a dark twist.

            Before long Harley finds himself working as a special consultant to the CID (something he swore he’d never do again following the Osbert Morkens case) and is partnered up with Albert Pearson – a young Detective Constable recently seconded to the Metropolitan Police from the West Country, and therefore as yet untainted by the rash of corruption currently infecting Scotland Yard.

            At first the streetwise cockney finds Pearson a little too green for city life and he has great fun ribbing this ‘farmer’s boy’ as he tries to get to grips with the perplexing attitudes and customs of the capital – especially its language. On many occasions Harley has to act as interpreter, with all the Yiddish, Polari and rhyming slang leaving the young DC feeling like he’s wandered into a foreign country. But he slowly gains Harley’s respect and they start to make some headway in the case.

            The investigation leads the new partners through a shadowy world populated with a cast of colourful and sometimes dangerous characters: in their search for clues they visit spielers run by Jewish mobsters, all-night Soho cafés frequented by jaded streetwalkers and their pimps, East End slums that have become the clandestine hideouts of political extremists, and the decadent and lavish freak parties of the young aristocracy (where Harley can indulge his love of the new Jazz music).

            Meanwhile—with the help of jingoistic articles in the Daily Oracle newspaper—the political juggernaut of the BBF trundles on, with Sir Pelham Saint Clair gaining evermore public support for his vision of a fascist Britain. Harley witnesses at firsthand the charismatic effect the Blackshirt leader has on his followers at a BBF rally at the Albert Hall—an event that quickly descends into a pitched battle between the police and the anti-fascist factions demonstrating outside.

            Surviving terrorist bombings, the machinations of the corrupt DI Quigg, and the stonewalling of the British nobility, Harley and Pearson follow the clues through the capital’s nefarious underworld eventually uncovering a plot that threatens to undermine the very security of the British nation.

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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

#BookBlast: A Matter of Grave Concern by @Brenda_Novak



New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of more than fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs an annual on-line auction for diabetes research every May at www.brendanovak.com (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised over $2 million. For more about Brenda, please visit www.brendanovak.com.

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Blurb:


When Maximillian Wilder joins the notorious body snatchers known as the London Supply Company, the last thing on his mind is love. He’s worried about Madeline, his vanished half sister, who was last seen in the company of Jack Hurtsill, the gang’s conscienceless leader. Raiding graveyards, stealing corpses, and selling them to medical colleges as dissection material is dirty work, but he has to gain Jack’s trust. He’s determined to find out what happened to Madeline—and to bring Jack to justice if she was murdered for the coin her body could bring.

Beautiful, spirited Abigail Hale, daughter of the surgeon at Aldersgate School of Medicine, detests the challenging, hard-bargaining Max. But she must procure the necessary specimens if she is to save the college and her father’s career. She believes she is going to be successful—until Jack double-crosses her. Then she’s swept into a plot of danger and intrigue, one where Max must intervene and protect her, no matter the risk to his plan . . . or his heart.




Excerpt:


“Ouch! That hurts! What are you doing?” she asked, trying to wiggle away from the roughness of his chin as he chafed it against her face and neck.

Max could feel the ridge of Miss Hale’s collarbone beneath his cheek, then more smooth skin as he slid his chin up the column of her throat. “I am leaving a few marks on you, for Jack’s edification,” he said. “He will never believe you were ravished without something to show for it.” Pausing just below her left earlobe, he began to suck on her neck.

She squirmed some more, resisting, but that soon subsided and she started to giggle. He guessed from her bossiness that she didn’t laugh often but, strangely enough considering all the trouble she had caused him, he liked the sound of it.

“Nothing in my father’s books said anything about this,” she said. “What on earth are you doing? Stop! It tickles. What could possibly be the point?”

He lifted his head only when he was satisfied that he had left a deep purple mark. “What your father’s books didn’t tell you, Miss Hale, is that much of what goes on between a man and a woman, at least in the bedroom, has no point. It is simply for the sake of pleasure, for the pure, heady passion of reveling in the opposite sex, of letting go of all inhibition long enough to enjoy giving everything and receiving everything all at the same time.”

He knew his voice sounded slightly hoarse, but she smelled so damn clean and fresh. And her skin—it had to be the softest he had ever touched.

Moonlight lit her face as she cocked a finely arched eyebrow at him. “You seem quite well-versed on the subject.”

“I have never read any bloody medical journals, that’s for damn sure. After hearing what they have to say, I think I’m glad.”

“What’s wrong with what they say?”

Max ignored her in favor of nipping at her neck again. Why did she have to feel so good? Not five minutes earlier, he had told himself he wouldn’t have any difficulty sharing a room, even a bed, with Miss Hale. He could control his “drive to mate” as she put it.

But that was before, when Miss Hale—Abigail—was at an arm’s distance. Now that she was so close and not nearly as stiff as he had expected, he found his perspective changing. And he was only rubbing his chin on her cheeks and neck. What would it feel like to part her lips and slip his tongue inside her mouth for that first sweet taste?

Under the guise of more chafing, he let their lips brush once, felt their breath mingle, and measured Miss Hale’s response. The tension in her shoulders, where he had anchored his hands, relaxed ever so slightly. Her eyelids lowered as her gaze fell to his mouth, and she kept her head tilted at just the right angle for their lips to brush again.

She’s curious, he realized. She has never been kissed.


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