Showing posts with label Partners in Crime book tours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Partners in Crime book tours. Show all posts

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Author Interview: Allan Leverone (Revenant)

Today as part of the Partners in Crime Tour I welcome Allan Leverone, author of Revenant.  I have a wonderful interview with Allan today so enjoy and come back next week for my review of Revenant.  Welcome Allan!




How did you come up with the title?

REVENANT represents the first time I’ve written a book as a followup to another. The first book in my series of supernatural suspense novels set in Maine is titled PASKAGANKEE, and that title alludes to the name of the tiny town where the action occurs. There is a significance to that name, but you’ll have to read the book to find out what it is!

When I set out to write the second book in the series, I had a couple of specific goals in mind: I wanted a one-word title, in keeping with the title of the first book, I wanted it to be hard-hitting, and I wanted to tease potential readers with a little taste of what they might get if they read the book. The dictionary definition of “revenant” is “a person who returns as a spirit after death,” and the novel’s plot centers around a power-hungry con man who steals a sacred Navajo object imbued with a mystical and terrifying power, so you can probably see where we’re going here…


Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

My number one goal when I sit down to write a book is to entertain. I’m a genre writer through-and-through, I write mostly horror and thriller novels, and if I can transport the reader away from the problems of her world for a little while, and into a world of action or danger or fright or intrigue, I feel like I’ve done my job. That’s not to say you won’t pick up on a theme or two when you read my work—we’re all products of our environments, after all—but my overriding goal when I write is not to push my world view on anyone else, it is to make your pulse pound and to keep you turning the pages.


How much of the book is realistic?

That’s a great question, and the answer really comes down to your expectations as a reader. REVENANT is a supernatural suspense novel dealing with an amoral sociopath who finds in his possession a sacred object with the ability to reanimate the recently dead. It’s a situation most people probably would agree could not happen, or at least is not likely to happen, so in that sense, it’s not realistic at all. But the entire horror genre consists of books dealing with events and occurrences most people would agree could not happen or would not be likely to happen.

In that context, REVENANT is as realistic as any other book in the genre. It’s all about suspension of disbelief. And in a broader sense, the book is totally realistic when you consider it deals with a sociopath so power-hungry he is willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goal. You can turn on the television news every night of the week and see similar stories.


If you had it to do all over again, would you change anything in your book?

I’m an inveterate tinkerer, and whenever I read one of my novels or novellas I always find sentences, paragraphs and even entire chapters I feel could be changed for the better. But you have to draw the line on rewriting and revising somewhere or else you’ll never produce a product, and eventually you reach a point as a writer where you’re just changing things for the sake of changing them, rather than seeing any improvement in the end product.

But as far as storyline is concerned, I’m very happy with how REVENANT turned out. The characters are believable and sympathetic, and the plot moves along nicely, bringing the reader to (I hope) a satisfying conclusion. I wouldn’t change any of that.


What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Finding the time to work on it every day. Thrillers and horror novels rely heavily on their pacing, even more so than novels in other genres, and I feel like I lose momentum and have trouble maintaining the proper pace to the story if I don’t get between 1500 and 2000 words down on the page every day.

But I work a full-time job as an air traffic controller, forty hours a week, and have a family I would like to make sure remembers what I look like, so it’s really easy to run out of hours in the day. I’m not complaining, though. I love to write and setting aside the time to do it is a sacrifice I’m happy to make.


Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Another tough question. REVENANT is the sixth full-length novel I’ve written, including a couple which are still unpublished, and every time I start working on a new book I’m absolutely convinced there is no way I will be able to manage 75,000-85,000 words of coherent fiction that anyone will want to read.

I manage my terror by approaching the story one scene at a time. Instead of telling myself “You need to write a book”—which seems damned near impossible—I tell myself, “You have to write a scene,” which feels a lot more manageable. Eventually, after enough scenes, a lot of hard work, the passage of time and maybe some smoke and mirrors, I emerge out the other side with what is (I hope) a quality book.

The biggest thing I learned from REVENANT is that I can actually do that. It still amazes me when I think about it.


Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I’ve always been fascinated by the power of the written word. As a kid I was always reading, Hardy Boys novels, Edgar Allen Poe, Sherlock Holmes stories, you name it and I read it. It was not at all uncommon for me to be in the middle of three or even four books at a time. Yes, I really was that strange.

From the youngest age I loved the way a well-written story could transport you into a totally foreign world filled with danger and intrigue. I can remember thinking as a young boy how cool it would be to write books and be able to do transport other readers into the worlds of my imagination. I wrote my first story when I was probably eight years old or so, about a guy who gets lost in the woods in the winter, and as spring approaches, his body is found huddled against a tree, one tear frozen to his face.

I didn’t get serious about writing fiction, though, until about six years ago, but I still love knowing my work can take people away from their problems, even if only for a little while.


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

I wish I had only one favorite author; I admire the work of so many different people I must have at least a couple of dozen favorites!

If you held a gun to my head and forced me to pick just one, I would have to say Lawrence Block. The man has been making a living writing genre fiction for longer than a good many of us have been alive, and his work is still as fresh, interesting and exciting today as it was four decades ago. He has created several different series characters which are distinctive and different, and writes dialogue that is crisp and cutting.

There are plenty of other authors I admire, though, including (but not limited to) Lee Child, Tom Piccirilli, Robert Gregory Browne, Sophie Littlefield, Vincent Zandri and many others. Anyone who has managed to carve out a career writing fiction over a long period of time deserves admiration and respect, in my opinion. It’s not an easy thing to do.


Tell us your latest news.

Well, my big news would be the release of my fourth novel and second in the PASKAGANKEE series, titled REVENANT. It’s the book I’m currently blog-touring to support and one of which I’m very proud. And if you’re considering giving it a try, be aware it works perfectly fine as a stand-alone; it is absolutely not necessary to have read the first book to read this one.

The publication of REVENANT makes two horror-ish books in a row I’ve written, and I love thrillers as much as horror, if not more. So I’m taking a short break from the supernatural and have finished roughly two-thirds of the first draft of a more traditional thriller which takes place in the mid-1980’s, at the end of the Cold War. The book is titled PARALLAX VIEW and tells the story of a kickass female CIA agent who is tasked with a very simple mission: the delivery of a top-secret communique from Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev to U.S. President Ronald Reagan. Someone is determined to prevent the communique from reaching its destination, however, and soon our hero finds herself on the run, chased by nameless assassins, with no one to turn to for help but a perfect stranger. It’s filled with action and has been a lot of fun to write.

Additionally, I plan on writing a horror novella to submit to DarkFuse Publications, which has released two of my previous three novellas, and I am scheduled to write a horror short for an upcoming charity anthology being edited by one of my favorite people, Katherine Tomlinson of Dark Valentine Press. It’s not my place to release the details of the anthology, but I’m really looking forward to it.

Whew. I guess that’s it for now!


Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I sure do. I would like to thank each and every single person who has spent their hard-earned money on my work, whether it be a full-length novel, novella or short story. There are plenty of options for readers to spend their entertainment dollars on, and plenty of books written by more well-known authors than me. I am humbled and honored when people purchase a book of mine.

Believe me when I say you are never far from my mind when I’m writing, and I welcome the opportunity to hear from you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for checking out my work. You can connect with me at my website, www.allanleverone.com, as well as on Facebook and Twitter, @AllanLeverone.


About Revenant:

A sacred Navajo artifact, imbued with a shocking and dangerous power.

An amoral con man, willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

And a tiny northern Maine town, isolated and vulnerable.

Last November, Paskagankee, Maine was shaken to its core, held hostage by a centuries-old curse, terrorized by a brutal killing spree stopped at the last possible moment by new police chief Mike McMahon and beautiful young patrol officer Sharon Dupont. Now, just as the pair - and the town - is beginning to recover, a new horror comes calling.

Billionaire Seattle software designer Brett Parker is in Paskagankee to check on the progress of his newly-constructed summer retreat. But he's not the only new resident in town.

Max Acton, murderous sociopath and Arizona cult leader, has gained possession of a long-hidden sacred Navajo artifact with the ability to reanimate the dead. Acton aims to use the stone in a murderous plot to kidnap Parker and steal his revolutionary new software design developed for the U.S. Department of Defense, selling it to the highest bidder and making millions.

He doesn't even need to get his hands dirty. All he needs is a victim to kill . . . and reanimate . . . and force to do his bidding. All he needs is a revenant.

And the revenant is angry.

And he's deadly.

And he's unstoppable.

And the town of Paskagankee will once again become a battleground between the living and the dead . .



Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Book Tour and Review: And When She Was Good by Laura Lippman



TITLE:  And When She Was Good
AUTHOR:  Laura Lippman

PUBLISHED BY:  William Morrow (Harper Collins)
PUBLICATION DATE:  August 14th, 2012
ISBN:   ISBN-10: 0061706876  ISBN-13: 978-0061706875
GENRE:  Fiction, Thriller, Suspense, Mystery
# OF PAGES:  320


REVIEW:
I love Laura Lippman books and And When She Was Good did not disappoint.  Ms. Lippman has her own way of building suspense, it's simple, it's deceptive. She creates the story, sucks you right into it and then throws the surprises at you but not in a thriller type way. No her way is more sedate, but definitely wonderful.  I love her books and look forward to her new releases each year so I jumped at the chance to read this one.


I will confess that since it was Laura Lippman, I didn't read the synopsis.  I love her that much and sometimes I don't want to know anything about the book, I like to be surprised.  Well this was a surprise of a good kind.  I enjoyed getting to know Heloise through the present and her past.  I like this style of writing and getting to know the character and building the story.  I could feel the intensity of the storyline building through each chapter as new secrets and facets of Heloise's life were revealed.  I liked Heloise as a character, she's strong, she's been through a lot, but she keeps on moving.  I also like the secondary characters and the facets Ms. Lippman adds to them to tell the story.


The plot was amazing to me.  It's intense without making you feel too edgy and I like that.  It's subtle.  I like that. The focus is on the characters, mainly Heloise and telling her story leading up to the present and what is going on in her life now.  The changes and events of the story.  It's thrilling and wonderful and a great story to me.  It had me enthralled, yet I wanted to carefully read, not scan to hurriedly get to the end.  

This was a book to enjoy, to get the nuances of, not to just read and find out what would happen.  And that is what I did.  I will still admit I read it in a little over a day, but I read it slower than I read a lot of books.  I savored And When She Was Good.  And it was good, I have to say I highly recommend it!



MY RATING: 4.5/5.0

SYNOPSIS:
Perennial New York Times and nationally bestselling author and acclaimed multiple–prize winner Laura Lippman delivers a brilliant novel about a woman with a secret life who is forced to make desperate choices to save her son and herself. 

When Hector Lewis told his daughter that she had a nothing face, it was just another bit of tossed-off cruelty from a man who specialized in harsh words and harsher deeds. But twenty years later, Heloise considers it a blessing to be a person who knows how to avoid attention. In the comfortable suburb where she lives, she's just a mom, the youngish widow with a forgettable job who somehow never misses a soccer game or a school play. In the state capitol, she's the redheaded lobbyist with a good cause and a mediocre track record. 

But in discreet hotel rooms throughout the area, she's the woman of your dreams—if you can afford her hourly fee. 

For more than a decade, Heloise has believed she is safe. She has created a rigidly compartmentalized life, maintaining no real friendships, trusting few confidantes. Only now her secret life, a life she was forced to build after the legitimate world turned its back on her, is under siege. Her once oblivious accountant is asking loaded questions. Her longtime protector is hinting at new, mysterious dangers. Her employees can't be trusted. One county over, another so-called suburban madam has been found dead in her car, a suicide. Or is it? 

Nothing is as it seems as Heloise faces a midlife crisis with much higher stakes than most will ever know. 

And then she learns that her son's father might be released from prison, which is problematic because he doesn't know he has a son. The killer and former pimp also doesn't realize that he's serving a life sentence because Heloise betrayed him. But he's clearly beginning to suspect that Heloise has been holding something back all these years. 

With no formal education, no real family, and no friends, Heloise has to remake her life—again. Disappearing will be the easy part. She's done it before and she can do it again. A new name and a new place aren't hard to come by if you know the right people. The trick will be living long enough to start a new life.



AUTHOR BIO:   
Laura Lippman has been awarded every major prize in crime fiction. Since the publication of What the Dead Know, each of her hardcovers has hit the New York Times bestseller list. A recent recipient of the first-ever Mayor’s Prize, she lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and New Orleans with her husband, David Simon, their daughter, and her stepson.


AUTHOR SITES:
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PHOTO CREDIT (author):  Jan Cobb

EXCERPT:
Monday, October 3
SUBURBAN MADAM DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE
The headline catches Heloise’s eye as she waits in the always-long line at the Starbucks closest to her son’s middle school. Of course, a headline is supposed to call attention to itself. That’s its job. Yet these letters are unusually huge, hectoring even, in a typeface suitable for a declaration of war or an invasion by aliens. It’s tacky, tarted up, as much of a strumpet as the woman whose death it’s trumpeting.
SUBURBAN MADAM DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE
Heloise finds it interesting that suicide must be fudged but the label of madam requires no similar restraint, only qualification. She supposes that every madam needs her modifier. Suburban Madam, D.C. Madam, Hollywood Madam, Mayflower Madam. “Madam” on its own would make no impression in a headline, and this is the headline of the day, repeated ad nauseam on every news break on WTOP and WBAL, even the local cut-ins on NPR. Suburban Madam dead in apparent suicide. People are speaking of it here in line at this very moment, if only because the suburb in question is the bordering county’s version of this suburb. Albeit a lesser one, the residents of Turner’s Grove agree. Schools not quite as good, green space less lush, too much lower-cost housing bringing in riffraff. You know, the people who can afford only three hundred thousand dollars for a town house. Such as the Sub­urban Madam, although from what Heloise has gleaned, she lived in the most middle of the middle houses, not so grand as to draw attention to herself but not on the fringes either.
And yes, Heloise knows that because she has followed almost every news story about the Suburban Madam since her initial arrest eight months ago. She knows her name, Michelle Smith, and what she looks like in her mug shot, the only photo of her that seems to exist. Very dark hair—so dark it must be dyed—very pale eyes, otherwise so ordinary as to be any woman anywhere, the kind of stranger who looks familiar because she looks like so many people you know. Maybe Heloise is a little bit of a hypo­crite, decrying the news coverage even as she eats it up, but then she’s not a disinterested party, unlike the people in this line, most of whom probably use “disinterested” incorrectly in conversation yet consider themselves quite bright.







***I received this book from the publisher through Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tours for an honest review.  I was not compensated in any other way except receiving the book for free.  ***

Monday, June 11, 2012

Author Interview: Peter Leonard (All He Saw Was the Girl)




Today I have Peter Leonard, author of All He Saw Was The Girl visiting My Reading Room.  Make sure to check out his interview and the excerpt from this great new book.

What's the first sentence of All He Saw Was the Girl?

McCabe watched Chip offer the long-haired guy a cigarette, the guy surprising him, taking the pack of Marlboros out of Chip's hand.

When did you decide you wanted to be a writer?

I wrote ads for twenty-five years, and it became extremely boring. I started writing fiction in 2006, finished Quiver a year later and I got a two-book deal with St. Martin's Press in the U.S, and Faber & Faber in the UK.

If you had to pick one book that turned you on to reading, which would it be?
Hemingway short stories, and Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck.

What are some of your hobbies?

I play tennis, cook, collect wine, read. I go to concerts and movies. I love college football and basketball, and professional baseball. I have season tickets to the Detroit Tigers home games. I also love to go to interesting places. 

If you had to pick a favorite character in All He Saw Was the Girl who would it be?

McCabe is the main character, and he's my favorite.  There's a lot of me in McCabe.

Describe what All He Saw Was the Girl is about.

I think the copy on the back cover sums it up pretty well. Rome: McCabe and Chip, two american exchange students are about to become embroiled with a violent street gang, a beautiful Italian girl, and a flawed kidnapping plan. Detroit: Sharon Vanelli's affair with Joey Palermo, a Mafia enforcer, is about to be discovered by her husband, Ray, a secret service agent.

If you could take one trip, no expense spared, where would it be to?

Patagonia in southern Argentina. It looks spectacular. It's definitely on on list of places to go.


What do you have in the works right now?

I've written a sequel to Voices of the Dead, and I just finished another novel based on my time hanging out with Detroit Police Homicide.


SYNOPSIS:


Rome:
McCabe and Chip, two American exchange students, are about to become embroiled with a violent street gang, a beautiful Italian girl, and a flawed kidnapping plan.

Detroit:
Sharon Vanelli’s affair with Joey Palermo, a Mafia enforcer, is about to be discovered by her husband, Ray, a secret service agent.

Brilliantly plotted and shot through with wry humor, ALL HE SAW WAS THE GIRL sees these two narratives collide in the backstreets of Italy’s oldest city.


 

AUTHOR BIO:
Peter Leonard’s debut novel, QUIVER was published to international acclaim in 2008, and was followed by TRUST ME in 2009, and VOICES OF THE DEAD in 2012.
AUTHOR SITES:  Web Site 



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Partners In Crime Tours: All He Saw Was The Girl by Peter Leonard tour page.

Excerpt:

Sharon was thinking, who was this guy lived in a five-thousand-square-foot house – not that his taste was any good – on Lake St. Clair, had nothing but leisure time or so it seemed? He called her four, five times a day, said, “How you doing?” And Sharon would say, “Same as I was when you called fifteen minutes ago.” “Baby, I miss you. Tell them you’re sick, we’ll go to the casino.” Or he’d be at the track or a Tigers day game, he’d say, “I gotta see you. Take the afternoon off, I’ll send a car.” She’d been going out with him for three weeks and it was getting serious. They’d meet at noon, check into a hotel a couple times a week and spend two hours in bed, screwing and drinking champagne. It was something, best sex she’d ever had in her life. He did things to her nobody had ever done before. She’d say, where’d you learn that? And he’d say, you inspire me, beautiful. The only bad thing, he called her Sharona, or my Sharona. Everything else was great so she let it go. They’d take his boat out on Lake St. Clair and she’d sunbathe topless. Something she’d never done in her life and never imagined herself doing. She felt invigorated, liberated. He always told her she looked good, complimented her outfit. Showered her with gifts, bought her clothes and jewelry. She felt like a teenager again. They’d meet and talk and touch each other and kiss. She was happy for the first time in years. She had to be careful. Ray, the next time he came home, might notice something and get suspicious.Why’re you so happy? she could hear him saying – like there was something wrong with it. But this relationship with Joey also made her nervous. Things were happening too fast. She was falling for him and she barely knew him, and she was married.




Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Book Feature: Once We Were Kings by Ian Alexander



Once We Were Kings by Ian Alexander
Genre:Adult, YA, Fantasy, Thriller
Series:THE SOJOURNER TRILOGY,#1
Publisher: Dawn Treader Press
Publication Date: April 1, 2011
Pages: 490 

**My Review will be coming at a later date, I just started the book and so far I am enjoying it very much**

About the Book:
Two kingdoms, five centuries, one destiny

In a world where the Sojourners, a nearly extinct race with preternatural abilities struggle to preserve their faith and heritage, destiny thrusts two youths from opposing nations into the heart of a centuries-old conflict. Render, an orphan from the outskirts of the culturally enlightened Kingdom of Valdshire Tor, escapes slavery and seeks the truth about his true identity only to discover a web of conspiracies. This quest leads to the revelation of his uncanny ability to wield the destructive forces of nature.

Ahndien, sole survivor of a heinous raid on her peaceful village in the Eastern Kingdom of Tian Kuo, embarks on a journey to find her father, now a captive of Torian troops. What she uncovers surpasses anything she can imagine as she masters the ability to manipulate fire.

Guided by shape-shifting spirits, Render and Ahndien's fates collide when first they meet as mortal enemies. However, to save their people from annihilation, they must unite both kingdoms against a terrifying enemy that threatens to destroy both realms. But how can a young slave and a peasant bring sworn enemies of half a millennium together?

ONCE WE WERE KINGS: The first book in a saga of destiny and redemption, in a world of dying hope.

About the Author:
When Ian Alexander’s debut epic fantasy novel ONCE WE WERE KINGS first launched in ebook format in May 2011, it instantly hit three bestseller lists on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble. Mr. Alexander first wrote in the fantasy genre because of a commission by a very important and influential person: His 6-year old son.

ONCE WE WERE KINGS (#1 Bestseller Amazon.com in multiple categories) is the legacy left to Mr. Alexander’s children and the first in a series of epic fantasy novels which appeals to readers ages 8 through 98.


Connect with Ian:
 
 
Tour Participants: 
March 20:Review+Guest Post-Paula@ Book Lover Stop
March 29:Guest Post-Jo@ Writers And Authors
April 2: Guest Post-Hywela@ Hywela Lyn
April 3: Review+Guest Post-Ryder@ Ryder Islington, Blog
April 18:Review-Crystal@ My Reading Room 
April 19:Interview-Kate@ Read 2 Review
April 23:Guest Post-Shandy@ Mama Knows Books
April 24:Review+Guest Post-Cheryl@ A Good Day To Read
April 26:Guest Post-Kate@ Read 2 Review
April 27:Review-Joel@ Joel M. Andre, Author
April 30: Review+Guest Post-Melissa@ Keeping Up With The Rheinlanders
May 1:Review+Guest Post-Stephanie@ Curling Up By The Fire
May 3:Review-Bri@ Kindle Catching Fire
May 4: Review + Interview- Shayna@ Shayna Gier
May 5: Review-Heather@ Proud Book Nerd
May 7: Guest Post-Mayra@ The Dark Phantom



***I received through Partners in Crime Book Tours for an honest review.  I was not compensated in any other way except receiving the book for free.  ***

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Book Review & Tour: Titanic 2012 by Bill Walker


 
Titanic 2012 by Bill Walker
Publisher:  Cemetery Dance Publications (EBook); Bill Walker Designs (POD Print On Demand)

ISBN-10: 0615592392 ISBN-13: 978-0615592398

GENRE:  Mystery/Romance








My Review:
I found Titanic 2012 to be a fascinating read. It kept me captivated from beginning to end.  Serving up a new cast of characters against an old backdrop of the Titanic vessel rebuilt and relaunched in 2012 was very interesting.

With the re-release of Titanic the movie this year I found this book fascinating.  Like many, I love the movie, so the many references through the book to the movie were great to me.  But the book does not rely on the movie or the first voyage to make it's story.  They are a backdrop and a backstory to give the reader something familiar to envision while reading.  But that's where they end.  After that, the story becomes it's own and it is original and interesting.  And what is great is it has a little bit of everything.  It has romance, friendship, some suspense, and a very human element to the whole story.

I don't want to give anything away, but this is a fast and interesting read with captivating characters and a plot that will keep you involved from the first page until the last.  If you have any interest in the Titanic or loved the movie, then read the book.  I think you will truly enjoy it.

My Rating: 4.0/5.0

SYNOPSIS:  Best-selling mystery novelist Trevor Hughes has no idea that attending his twentieth reunion at Harvard will forever change his life.

Persuaded to go by his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Dr. Julia Magnusson, he meets up with three old friends: Solly Rubens, a self-made Wall Street millionaire; Ken Faust, a successful software entrepreneur; and Harlan Astor, New York real estate tycoon and the glue that holds their circle together.

That afternoon, over drinks at the Harvard Club, Harlan drops his bombshell: He is doing what James Cameron did not -- he is rebuilding the Titanic, and sailing the ship on the hundredth anniversary to honor those who died, including his great-grandfather, John Jacob Astor IV. Only Trevor is intrigued by Harlan's audacity. Touched by his friend's interest and concern, Harlan invites him on the maiden voyage to serve as the official chronicler.

On April 10, 2012, Trevor journeys to Southampton and, along with the hundreds of handpicked passengers, boards the Titanic. He is awed by the immensity of the ship and the feelings that well up in him. His friend has made his grand dream a reality.

During the journey, armed with his iPod Touch and a miniature wireless camera hidden in his glasses, Trevor interviews both passengers and crew, eager to learn the reasons why they chose to sail on the reborn ship.

Nearly every one of them claims to have been profoundly affected by Cameron's film, wanting to recapture the magic for themselves. And some of them are dying -- their last wish to be on the maiden voyage of the new Titanic.

Trevor is touched that his friend has allowed these people to come aboard, and is unprepared when he meets Madeleine Regehr, a beautiful, free-spirited woman who resists his entreaties to be interviewed, intriguing Trevor all the more. Slowly, and inexorably, Maddy draws him out of his shell, allowing him to love deeply and completely, for the very first time in his life.

But Trevor soon discovers a darker purpose for the voyage, a purpose that threatens to destroy him and the woman he loves. In a race against time that pits friend against friend, Trevor must stop the unstoppable or risk a horrific replay of history...




AUTHOR BIO:  A graduate of Emerson College's prestigious film school, Bill wrote and directed his first feature film, Pawn, while still a student. After graduation, he co-founded Newbury Filmworks, Inc., an award-winning production company renowned for making high-quality corporate films and commercials.


In 1990, Bill relocated to Los Angeles, and began a freelance story analysis career for various studios and independent production companies, while devoting his spare time to the writing of novels, short stories, and screenplays. He is also a highly-respected graphic designer, specializing in book and dust jacket design. He has worked on books by such luminaries as: Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, Dean Koontz, and Stephen King. In addition, Bill is a member of the Authors Guild.


He has won awards for his screenwriting, his two short story collections for Mid-Graders, Five-Minute Frights and Five-Minute Chillers, are perennial Halloween favorites, and his first novel, Titanic 2012 was enthusiastically received by readers. His second novel, Camp Stalag was released in 2001. Bill lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Debbie, and their sons, Jeffrey and Brian.

AUTHOR SITES:   website:  www.billwalkernovels.com  
                            Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000852734908


EXCERPT: Chapter One
The furor in the media had just died down when Solly’s call came that rainy midweek day. I’d been hiding from the wolves of the fourth estate for nearly three weeks, holed up in my book-filled condo/prison in Charlestown, unable even to slip outside for a breath of fresh air without some cookie-cutter reporter, with a paint-by-numbers smile, sticking a microphone in my face and asking me the same tired question: "What was it like?" As if the whole of my experience could be quantified in a sound bite. Truth was I was avoiding everyone, even Julia and her earnest attempts to help me sort through the miasma of doubt and pain. Sweet Julia. We’ve been on-and-off again for the last five years. And I hadn’t seen her for the better part of a year. I¬¬ guess she thought now was as good a time as any to mend fences. Christ, if she only knew.... And what was worse, the book I’d promised my publisher, the one that was supposed to chronicle all I’d been through, lay like a beached whale on the shore of my imagination. I was standing at the bay window overlooking the harbor, watching the rain sluice down the glass, wondering if I would ever have the courage to write again, when my gaze shifted to the pile of DVDs lying in a scattered heap on the teakwood coffee table. My eyes filled with tears yet again. "I’m so sorry, Maddy," I groaned, knocking my forehead against the cool glass. "I’m so goddamned sorry." "You have a call," the computer intoned in a quiet contralto, making me wince. Even the goddamned computer’s voice reminded me of Madeleine. "Who is it?" I asked, expecting to hear it was yet another call from the Globe. Hometown reporters were the worst, the most ravenous. And then I remembered I’d instructed the computer to screen all calls, allowing access to only a select few. "The caller has an Identity Block in place. Shall I take a message?" I sighed. To hell with it. I had to rejoin the human race at some point, even if I felt as if I no longer belonged in it. "Put it through," I said, making my way over to the sleek MacBook Pro sitting atop my writing desk. The screen came to life and Solly Rubens’ round face filled the screen. His saturnine looks were etched with concern, an expression that somehow looked ominous on him. "Hey, Hughes, you okay? How are you holding up?" The tiny "picture-in-picture" in the upper left-hand corner of the screen showed me what Solly was seeing, rendering his question moot. I looked as if I’d taken the cook’s tour of Hell: blue eyes¬¬--red-rimmed and puffy--surrounded by dark circles, sandy hair greasy and disheveled, three-day growth of a patchy red-flecked beard, and the same clothes I’d worn since Monday. I looked sixty-two, instead of forty-two. All in all, I presented a picture about as far as one could get from what Boston magazine had called: "The World’s Most Eligible Author." "How the hell do you think I’m holding up?" I said, staring back at Solly. His eyes blinked rapidly and I debated whether or not to instruct the MAC to disconnect, when he spoke again. "Aw, man, I’m sorry. I really put my foot in it, didn’t I?" he said, trying to appear contrite. "Listen, I know we’ve never been the best of pals, but we had some good times back in school, didn’t we? I mean, Christ, we’ve been through a hell of a lot since Harvard. You a hotshot writer. Me hittin’ the big time. I still can’t believe it’s been a year--" "What do you want, Solly?" His porcine eyes darted somewhere off-screen, then riveted onto mine. "Ken and I thought you should get out of the house, maybe meet us at the Harvard Club. What do you say?" "I don’t want to talk about it." "You gotta talk about it sometime," he said, his Brooklyn tenor rising in pitch. "You’ve been avoiding us for weeks, you look like crap, and everybody--and I mean everybody’s--been trying to find out what the hell happened out there. And what about Julia? You shutting her out? You treatin’ her like dirt, too?" I resented him bringing her name up, only because I knew he was using her as leverage, and not out of any real concern for her feelings. Not that I was any better. "She’s none of your business, Solly. Leave her out of this." "All right, I’m sorry. But you know I’m right. You gotta get on with your life, for Christ’s sake. If you’re not gonna do it for yourself, do it for Harlan." I leaned forward, my nose practically touching the screen. "Where were you when Harlan needed the three of us? Huh? Where the hell were you when the chips were down? Taking Karen to another Broadway show?" Solly’s lips compressed into a thin angry line. "Okay, I deserved that. But Ken and I have a right to know what happened." So, that was it. Like everyone else, they wanted to know the truth about Harlan’s death--wanted to know all the gory details. Christ, they were no better than the goddamned muckrakers slinking around my front door. And why was it so important to Ken and Solly, anyway? Would it bring Harlan back? Would it bring any of them back? Why the hell couldn’t they just leave me alone? And then, all at once, the anger passed, as if someone had thrown a switch inside me. Suddenly, I wanted very badly to tell someone--anyone. And perhaps it was more than fitting to do it where it all began. "All right," I said. "I’ll meet you guys at the club, Friday night at six." Solly cracked a grin, revealing crooked yellow teeth. "It’ll do you good, Hughes, you’ll see." "Maybe.... But drinks and dinner are on you." He chuckled. "My pleasure. See you there." The screen went dark, and I sat there for a long moment, wondering if I shouldn’t blow them off. And then I realized Harlan would want me to go. I doubted very much, however, once they heard the whole story, it would be any pleasure for any of us....



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