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Author Interview with Brian Anderson ~ New Release: Death’s Honesty #Mystery

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Brian Anderson…

Please tell us a little about yourself, where are you from? Where do you live now? Family? Pets?

I am a retired food bank manager residing in the small coastal city of Ocean Shores, Washington. I grew up in the Twin Cities and graduated from the University of Minnesota with a double major in English and Russian. During that time, I lived and worked in the Minneapolis neighborhood of Dinkytown, which provides the setting for my Lyle Dahms mystery series. I am married with three beautiful daughters, one perfect granddaughter, and our chihuahua-mix Sir Stanley of the Shores.

Tell us a bit about Death’s Honesty.

Death’s Honesty is the fourth in my Lyle Dahms mystery series featuring the Minneapolis private investigator. Dahms may not be the toughest or sharpest guy working the Twin Cities beat, but he is loyal, dogged, and despite numerous setbacks, will get the job done. He is quick with a quip, a device he uses to help steady himself when he is overmatched. Something that happens frequently.

Are there any tricks, habits or superstitions you have when creating a story?

The plots of most of my books come from titles that pop into my head, often from poems or song lyrics. It is then my job to figure out what the universe is trying to tell me by sending me these missives.

When working on a project, everything I see or experience is fair game to be included: descriptions of people I see on the street, stories in newspapers. Anything that comes my way becomes grist for the mill. Again, the universe seems to be trying to help if only I could learn to listen.

What do you want readers to come away with after they read Death’s Honesty?

At its core, Death’s Honesty is about parents and their children. What they owe each other, and what is too much to ask.

Would you rather have a bad review or no review?

Definitely a bad review, particularly one that contains kernels of truth. Things that I can learn from. I don’t mean to say they don’t sting, but it’s better to have someone point out deficiencies than to remain silent.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

My two main characters, Lyle Dahms and his friend and housemate Stephen Edgerton, are based on a couple of guys I knew back in Dinkytown, when I was in college. The bar that they frequent almost daily is a rendering of a pub and 24-hour restaurant where I worked and where we all hung out. It was a fascinating milieu. Earnest students, hardworking regulars, barstool intellectuals, frustrated artists, and genuine nutbars. I love writing about it.

Who is the most famous person you have ever met?

I met tough-guy, professional wrestler George “the Animal” Steele in a hotel bar. He asked how we “enjoyed the show.”

How much of the book is realistic?

I’m no private investigator, and I don’t have any real-life experience with the law or law enforcement. However, the characters are based on people I’ve known and interesting situations I’ve heard about that I hope they come across as realistic. Most importantly, I strive to create books that blend genuine emotion, suspense, and laugh-out-loud humor.

How did your interest in writing originate?

I’ve always been a big reader, particularly mysteries, and have written seriously since high school

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

My favorite author (among so many) is probably Raymond Chandler. He’s a master of language, and I constantly try to measure up to his standard.

Past secrets. Present danger.

Excerpt:

The man took a few steps down the stairs. As he did, he moved into the light streaming in through the still-open door. He looked to be pushing sixty, maybe older, not very tall, but hard, with sinewy muscles and prominent veins that bulged under the skin of his forearms like earthworms engorged after a rain. He was wearing jeans and a white pocket T-shirt that very nearly managed to hide a round little belly. He had a shiny pate encircled by curly, gray-salted, brown hair badly in need of a trim. It made him appear vaguely clown-like. But there was nothing funny about what he was cradling in his arms. Sunlight glinted off the barrel of a twelve-gauge shotgun. 

I kept my smile in place as I pulled back my jacket to reveal the .38 in my shoulder holster. He smiled back at me as he slowly pumped a shell from the gun’s magazine into the chamber. “I might tell you the same thing.”

I nodded at his shotgun, smirked, and shook my head dramatically. “They got guns. We got guns. All God’s chillun got guns.” I quoted cheerfully.

The man’s brow furrowed. “What’dya say?”

“It’s from a Marx Brothers movie,” I told him.

“What’s it mean?”

I shrugged. “Got something to do with the absurdity of armed conflict, I suppose.”

We stared at each other for very long time. Finally, my adversary lowered the shotgun with a chuckle.

“You come to see me?” he asked.

I squinted at him. “Now, why would I do that?”

He chuckled again, I thought a bit nervously. “You’re an indirect bastard, aren’t ya?”

“Positively oblique.”

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About the Author:

Brian Anderson is a graduate of the University of Minnesota whose Dinkytown neighborhood provides the setting for his mystery series featuring private investigator Lyle Dahms. The Dahms novels spring from his lifelong love of mystery fiction, especially the works of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, as well as more contemporary masters like Robert B. Parker and G. M. Ford. He is a three-time finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association mystery and suspense contest, and his debut novel, The Shiver in Her Eyes, was a finalist in their Nancy Pearl Contest for published fiction. 

In 2024, he released his standalone novel Yule Tide, which features a fallen angel turned private investigator who fights to wrest Christmas from the dark forces who have taken control and twisted it to their evil ends. 

Brian spent much of his professional career working to alleviate domestic hunger serving as the operations director of the Emergency Feeding Program of Seattle & King County as well as the manager of the Pike Market Food Bank in downtown Seattle. Married with three beautiful daughters and one perfect granddaughter, he now lives and writes in Ocean Shores, a small city on the Washington coast.

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A Friday the 13th Horror Short Story: Broken by Laura Strickland ~ #Horror #Fri13thStories #Blog

The fourth of thirteen creepy tales of murder and mayhem on Friday the 13th…

Fun Fact:

I’m a great believer in Karma, Fate, Cosmic Justice or whatever you’d like to call it. What goes around comes around, and stories of retribution satisfy me deeply. This tale takes that concept through several centuries and gives it a twist of horror. I’ve seen these karmic consequences come true in real life. But that’s another tale…

Find Laura’s Friday the 13th story here…

Blurb:

 When Burton Renfrow awakens from his thirteenth nightmare in a row early on the morning of Friday the thirteenth, he doesn’t expect to be drawn into a tale of betrayal and retribution. But there’s a dead woman in his studio, a shard of broken mirror embedded in her breast. And when Burton falls into the mirror, he faces his own past, one so terrible it changes who he thinks he is, and who he’s always been.

How long might it take for a man’s misdeeds to catch up with him? Is there any escape, once vengeance tracks him down? What is the just punishment for rampant greed and selfishness? The answer just may leave him broken.

Excerpt:

As he moves into the studio, he senses something. Something amiss. Despite the darkness and the clutter, he knows this space. After spending untold hours here indulging his passion, its details are imprinted on his brain.

Even when he steps out of the light spilling from the bedroom, he can see enough. Ambient radiance shed by the street lights bleeds through the tall windows.

Bleeds.

He can smell blood.

A shiver travels down his spine, one that reaches right in and twists his bowels. No, surely not. He’s carried that from the dream.

On soundless feet, he pads forward. Weaves his way between the pieces of furniture that now seem marooned without purpose. The canvasses. The draped forms. Toward the tall mirror which should, as it always does, wink at him through its oval eye.

Mr. Bolton wants his daughter painted as if framed by that mirror, so Burton has left it out in the center of the room.

It does not wink at him now.

The smell of blood grows stronger as he crosses the floor toward the wooden chair, which sits in the center of an open space where he surely did not leave it.

Something is in the chair.

Something that should not be there.

His breath catches and then rattles in his throat. He doesn’t want to see.

He must see.

The overhead lights, as he knows, will illuminate the place to an almost unbearable degree. He does not want that.

There’s a lamp he uses for shadowing on the table to his left. He steps over and switches it on.

The light, soft as it is, makes him blink. At first he doesn’t comprehend what he is seeing. Because it shouldn’t be there. It can’t possibly be there. All in black. And red. A glitter of light where there should be none. An impossible juxtaposition of visuals.

He jerks his gaze up and encounters the cheval mirror. The frame of the mirror, he corrects himself, for the glass has been shattered and lies about the base in shards.

All but the largest of them, which is embedded in the breast of the woman in the chair.

About the Author:

Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music are all reflected in her writing.

*** Find all the stories here: https://linktr.ee/fridaythe13thstories

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Author Interview with  Susie Black ~ Death by Sample Size, a Cozy Mystery #AHAgrp #WRPbks

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Susie Black…

Good morning, Susie…Please tell us a little about yourself, where are you from?

I grew up in the greater Los Angeles area.

Where do you live now?

Now I live in Palm Desert, California, close to Palm Springs. 

Tell us about your family.

I am married, have one adult son, and a younger brother and sister.

Pets?

No, regrettably after our last dog passed away, it was too painful to get another one.

Where did you get the idea for Death by Sample Size?

I got the idea of Death by Sample Size after a challenging meeting with a difficult buyer and visualized murdering her.

Why did you choose this genre (is it something you’ve written in before)?

This was the first book I’ve written in this genre. I chose this genre because it is the one I read and enjoy the most. I love to solve puzzles, I am curious and ask a lot of questions…some say I am nosy, LOL.

Was there anything unusual, any anecdote about this book, the characters, title, process, etc, you’d like to share?

I am an apparel sales exec and all my stories take place in the LA garment center. I keep a daily journal chronicling the quirky people I’ve encountered as well as the crazy situations I’ve been in. The journal is the core of my research and is the foundation of all I write. All of the characters I write about are based on real people. I enjoyed re-creating these real people into characters that were my image of them.

What is the most difficult thing about writing a book?

The most difficult part of writing a book was being careful not to change the point of view. I write in the first person, so if the main character wasn’t in the room, she  couldn’t comment on what happened since she wasn’t there. I had to create a group of women called the yentas to fill the main character in on things she had not witnessed on her own.

What was the most difficult thing about this one in particular?

The most difficult part of writing this one in particular was to have enough believable red herrings to throw the reader off. So far, no one has figured out whodunit.

Would you rather have a bad review or no review?

I would rather have a bad review than no review. I write for an audience, not for myself. If you don’t get a review, you have no way to gauge where you shined or where you need to improve.

What is your favorite quote?

“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

What do you want your tombstone to say?

WHODUNIT??

What is the toughest criticism given to you as an author?

If you can say it in five words, the author says it in ten.

What has been the best compliment?

The book was so well-written, you’d never know it was the author’s debut publication.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

The late great Joan Hess. I love her irreverence, her sarcasm, her wit, her ability to poke fun at the society she grew up and lived her life in by caricaturing it.

 

Thanks for joining me. Ha, love the tombstone answer. :D. Please tell us about your book.

Everyone wanted her dead…but who actually killed her?

Blurb:

The last thing swimwear sales exec Holly Schlivnik expected was to discover ruthless buying office big wig Bunny Frank’s corpse trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey with a bikini stuffed down her throat. When Holly’s colleague is arrested for Bunny’s murder, the wise-cracking, irreverent amateur sleuth jumps into action to find the real killer. Nothing turns out the way Holly thinks it will as she matches wits with a wily killer hellbent on revenge.

Excerpt:

When the elevator doors opened, I had to stop myself short not to step on her. There was Bunny Frank-the buying office big shot-lying diagonally across the car. Her legs were splayed out and her back was propped against the corner. Her sightless eyes were wide open and her arms reached out in a come-to-me baby pose. She was trussed up with shipping tape like a dressed Thanksgiving turkey ready for the oven with a bikini stuffed in her mouth. A Gotham Swimwear hangtag drooped off her lower lip like a toe tag gone lost. Naturally, I burst out laughing.

Before you label me incredibly weird or stone-cold, let me say genetics aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. If you’re lucky you inherit your Aunt Bertha’s sexy long legs or your father’s ability to add a bazillion dollar order in his head and get the total correct to the last penny. Without even breaking into a sweat, it’s easy to spout at least a million fabulous traits inheritable by the luck of the draw. Did I get those sexy long legs or the ability to add more than two plus two without a calculator? Noooooooooo. Lucky me. I inherited my Nana’s fear of death we overcompensated for with the nervous habit of laughing. A hysterical reaction? Think Bozo the clown eulogizing your favorite aunt.

I craned my neck like a tortoise and checked around. Then I clamped a fist over my mouth. Cripes, how could I possibly explain my guffaws with Bunny lying there? The disappointment was simultaneously mixed with relief when there was no one else in the parking lot. Where was security when you needed them?

I toed the elevator door open and bent over Bunny. I’d seen enough CSI episodes to know not to touch her. She was stiff as a board and I attributed the bluish tinge of her skin to the bikini crammed down her throat. I was no doctor, but I didn’t need an MD after my name to make this diagnosis. Bunny Frank was dead as the proverbial doorknob.

It was no surprise Bunny Frank had finally pushed someone beyond their limits. The only surprise was it had taken so long. The question wasn’t who wanted Bunny Frank dead. The question was who didn’t?

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About Susie:

Born in the Big Apple, Susie Black now calls sunny Southern California home. Like the protagonist in her Holly Swimsuit Mystery Series, Susie is a successful apparel sales executive. Susie began telling stories as soon as she learned to talk. Now she’s telling all the stories from her garment industry experiences in humorous mysteries.

She reads, writes, and speaks Spanish, albeit with an accent that sounds like Mildred from Michigan went on a Mexican vacation and is trying to fit in with the locals. Since life without pizza and ice cream as her core food groups wouldn’t be worth living, she’s a dedicated walker to keep her girlish figure. A voracious reader, she’s also an avid stamp collector. Susie lives with a highly intelligent man and has one incredibly brainy but smart-aleck adult son who inexplicably blames his sarcasm on an inherited genetic defect.

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