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Boston Herald article > Author & Fans join to fight alzheimers. bit.ly/140PxE9 Need a book to read? Check out Tess Gettisen and support her fight.
Support a cause important to you, whatever it is.
I get to name a character in Tess Gerritsen's next “Rizzoli & Isles” thriller, scheduled for release in 2014! My name was selected as one of the contributors to Tess' War on Alzheimers'.
A little background. Back in June, I was reading JA Konrath's blog and discovered he was helping to promote author Tess Gerritsen's War On Alzheimers'. For a donation, to be matched by Tess, Joe would let you write a guest blog post. Here's my post: http://bit.ly/15V0EP8
Tess' War on Alzheimers' was a success, raising over $50,000 (Tess' $25,000 match of over $25,000 raised by contributors)http://bit.ly/10VMTCE
If you're looking for a book to read while you're waiting for me to release my next one, check out JA Konrath'shttp://www.jakonrath.com/ or Tess Gerriten'shttp://www.tessgerritsen.com/ . They're both great authors.
And if you're thinking about where you want to make charitable contributions in the future, think about Alzheimers' supporting those afflicted with it and their families who live with it supporting their loved one as well.
Repost of blog post I wrote for Best Selling Reads "Judging A Book By It's Cover"
I have a lot of plates spinning and decided I needed focus and a plan, here it is:
That's what's going on in my writing world.
Keep reading for the thrill of it!
I just finished a couple of books and I'm heading to Chicago to pick up my daughter from college. Hopefully, I won't have to do all of the driving, so I plan to do some writing in the car and some reading.
Yes, I'm a reader. I have been for a long time. And now, after receiving a kindle from my wife a couple of years ago for Father's Day, I'm primarily an ebook reader.
What did I just finish?
But, what should I read next?
My kindle is full of books. Some I downloaded when they were Free, others are books I downloaded when they caught my eye. Most of them are thrillers. I also have some samples of books, books on writing, some novella series and books of authors I've already read and enjoyed (so maybe I'll like another of their books).
When looking for a book, how do you choose what to check out and read? Do you get recommendations from friends? A book group I visited last summer said they checked out best selling lists in the paper or talked to their librarian?
With a computer and kindle, I find most of my browsing is on Amazon. My exploration for a new book goes something like this:
What to read next? How do you decide what to read next?
From my guest post on Best Selling Reads
As writers, we often get questions on where our story ideas come from.
They come from a story in the news, something read, an observation from the world, or discussion with friends. Something out there tugs at the corner of the mind: What if? What would happen if? What if that was merged with, Why did that …?
Today, we’re going to explore where six of the Best Selling Reads authors got their ideas for a completed work or a work in progress.
Douglas Dorow – author of the FBI thriller THE NINTH DISTRICT
The idea for my second book in my FBI thriller series, that I’m currently writing, came from an event a few years ago.
On a summer afternoon, my wife and our two kids were visiting a beach at a Minnesota state park. While I was resting in the sun, my wife was wading in the water where the kids were playing. I heard her calling to me with a tension in her voice that got my attention right away.
I sat up and saw her standing in the water, pointing to a spot in front of her. She told me her wedding ring slipped from her finger into the water.
We looked for it for a while, but we couldn’t find it.
We returned to the beach a couple of weeks later, armed with a metal detector that my wife rented. Exploring the area we found pieces of metal and her ring!
After putting her ring back on her finger we checked out the other pieces of metal. There were tire weights, rusted metal grommets and a dog license from 1941. That last item got my attention. How did a dog license from 1941 end up in the water at this beach?
I thought about that for a while and put together a story line and a thriller that begins with my protagonist, FBI Special Agent Jack Miller, finding a 1941 dog license at the beach after his wife loses her wedding ring in the water.
Andy Holloman – author of SHADES OF GRAY
The seed for my first novel, Shades of Gray, came from a real life experience. I was a travel agency owner for 12 years and we had a client who made unusual requests whenever she purchased airline tickets (and she always traveled First Class). One day, the sales person that managed her travel reported to me that this client was murdered, execution style, in her home, and the home was set on fire. Based on the news story reporting this event, it appeared that she was involved in smuggling drugs.
In 2003, my business was in rapid decline and I couldn’t shake the thought of what a business owner might do to try and save their company. I never crossed the line into drug smuggling, but the seed was planted and the story remained stuck in my brain, haunting me day and night. So I just had to write it down!!
Diane Capri - author of DON’T KNOW JACK part of the Hunt For Jack Reacher Mystery/Thriller series
The idea for my book, Don’t Know Jack, and my entire Hunt for Jack Reacher series was sparked by a conversation with my friend Lee Child at an event in New York City. We were discussing our work and the subject of Reacher naturally came up.
I asked, “Where is Reacher, anyway? Between books, I mean? And what about all of those people he’s helped over the years? Whatever happened to them? And really, is it even possible that he hasn’t fathered a child or two?”
Lee replied, “He does what he wants and lives where he wants and helps who he wants. Besides, who in their right mind would go looking for Reacher? You?”
Not me. No. But the question lingered. “Who in her right mind would go looking for Jack Reacher? And maybe more importantly,why?”
Raine Thomas author of YA fantasy romance BECOMING
I’m often asked where I got the inspiration to write my YA fantasy romance books. Here’s my response:
Becoming was inspired by my work with youth diagnosed with mental illnesses and/or behavioral disorders, many of whom endured multiple foster home placements. Becoming‘s protagonist, Amber Hopkins, is loosely based on a seventeen-year-old young woman with whom I worked. Like that young woman, Amber bounces from foster home to foster home, developing emotional issues as a result. I wanted to write a story about a young woman who experiences this type of difficult past and finds the strength to overcome it, like the young woman who inspired the story.
Kathleen Valentine author of THE OLD MERMAID’S TALE – A Novel of the Great Lakes
When I was a kid my godparents lived in Erie, Pennsylvania, and every summer I was allowed to go and stay with them for a week or two. My godfather, Uncle Buddy, would always take me down to the docks and show me the big ships–”lakers” that came into port–and tell me stories about the ships and the legends that surrounded them. There was a tavern on the waterfront called The Mermaid Tavern and I was absolutely mesmerized by it.
Later, while I was in college in Erie, I used to take the bus down to the docks just to see the big ships and always I had to check on The Mermaid Tavern. It just looked dangerous, and my Uncle Buddy warned me that I’d be in big trouble if he ever caught me going in there.
About ten years after I graduated from college, I went back to Erie for a visit and, by this time, I was well-experienced at going in to bars. I was determined to go into The Mermaid Tavern and have a drink or two. I was so excited! But when I got down to the docks I discovered that the whole waterfront had been “urban renewed,” and The Mermaid Tavern was now a fast-food restaurant. I was crushed, but that is when the idea for The Old Mermaid’s Tale began to grow in my mind.
Tawdra Kandle author of FEARLESS
When my kids were babies, I used to joke that if I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about them, they seemed to ‘hear’ me and awaken as well. That made me wonder what that would look like. . .raising a child who had that ability. What would you do to protect her? How would she turn out? Those musings morphed into Fearless, Book 1 in The King Series. Tasmyn refers to her parents’ discovery of her extraordinary talent; how they responded to it informs the girl she is at the beginning of the series as well as the young woman she becomes by the end.
Delighted THE NINTH DISTRICT was nominated for Best Novel http://bit.ly/YBpow9 2013 eFestival of Words!
It’s spring! That means rain, mud, green grass, robins and BASEBALL. And my yearly mystery.
When baseball starts each Spring, I think back to my childhood. There were two things I loved to do when I was young: play baseball and read.
I played baseball in elementary school for the Longfellow Lions. We were a group of kids who went to the same school and signed up together to play park board baseball. We were OK. I played second base and right field.
One year during the baseball season, I found a fictional story about baseball to read. I really liked the book. Iit is one of the few books I remember reading more than once.
The book was about a young boy who was the batboy or ballboy for a team. He did odd jobs for the team. He searched through clover fields and made some of his own four-leaf clovers to give to the players for good luck. There was also a big play in a game. The batter was going to fake a bunt and then take a full swing at the ball to drive in a winning run.
That’s all I remember about the story. That, and the fact that I liked the book so much that I wanted to write the author and let him know. The librarian showed me how to figure out who the publisher was from the copyright page. We found the address for the publisher, and I wrote to the author via his publisher. And he wrote back! I remember the typed pages on flimsy paper. I had them for a while, but that was a long time ago, and I don’t know where they are now.
My mystery is I can’t remember the name of the book or who the author is.
Today, as a reader and an author, I enjoy how easy it is for reader and author to connect via social media or email. As an author, I’ve received some great emails from readers who are surprised to hear back from me. I respond because I remember how I felt getting a letter back from an author so long ago.
I still want to solve this mystery. I’ve looked for the book on-line, talked to librarians, made other posts about this, but still the mystery goes on. I was hoping to find the book and share it with my son as he was growing up and playing baseball. He’s almost too old to enjoy it today, but it’s still something I’d like to share with him.
If you can help solve my mystery, I’d appreciate it. There are a couple of clues above from what I remember about the story and here are some more:
Ball or batboy makes four-leaf clovers for the baseball team for luck. They think he found them.
There’s a big hit in the game, fake bunt to full swing hit.
Probably written in the 1960’s as I read it from my school library around 1970.
US - New York publisher, I think.
Not a lot to go on, but if it was easy I would’ve found it by now.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the name of the book.
Thanks and good luck!
I'm at firstname.lastname@example.org
One Shade of Red
Women want the perfect man, so they can change him. But when university student Damian Serr discovers a rich, beautiful woman who’s voracious about sex, he doesn’t try to improve on perfection. It’s all that he can do to hold on for the ride.
Damian has always followed the rules, always tried to please others. At 20, he still dates the girl next door because his parents like her parents. When Nick, his university roommate, asks Damian to take over his pool-cleaning business so he can take an internship in London, Damian can’t say no — especially to Nick’s first and only client, a rich widow.
But widow Alexis Rosse is far from helpless or lonely. This beautiful financial genius is busy turning the markets upside-down, and she revels in sex wherever, whenever and with whomever she wants.
Over the summer, Alexis gives Damian an intense education. Day after day, she pushes him to his sexual limits. The only question he has is: will she break them?
“So well-written that it flows easily, hooking the reader right from the beginning. I had real problems to stop reading it.” — Cinta Garcia de la Rosa, author of A Foreigner in London and reviewer of Indie Authors You Want to Read.
“How nice it is to see a dude lit-style book! And well-written at that!” Lisa Jey Davis, “Ms. Cheevious”
“So hot, you’ll want your own pool boy.” — Charity Parkerson, author of The Society of Sinners
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That's the blurb for Scott Bury's ONE SHADE OF RED, released April 2. I first met Scott via twitter, like so many of the authors I've met. I've also been in a couple of Indie author groups with him. And now I'm getting to know him even better through this blog tour. We can all get to know him a little better from his guest post below.
The One Shade of Red launch blog tour
Guest post by Scott Bury
Thank you, Doug, for agreeing to host the blog tour today, to help launch my new book, One Shade of Red.
This is a real departure for Doug and his blog, well outside the thriller genre: One Shade of Red is a spoof of the incomprehensibly bestselling Fifty Shades of Grey.
My parody, turns the original book upside down. The narrator is the naive, under-confident university student, Damian Serr; and the slightly older mentor figure is the beautiful, smart and independent businesswoman, Alexis Rosse. Alexis teaches Damian about business —and about that mysterious other thing between women and men.
This excerpt comes from Chapter 9, “Mrs. Casales,” where Damian learns just what he has agreed to do for another customer.
One Shade of Red is now available on Amazon, Smashwords and other fine e-tailers. For links, visit Scottswrittenwords.blogspot.com.
The previous stop on the tour was April 2, on Cinta Garcia de la Rosa’s Indie Authors You Want to Read.
The next stop, April 4, is Valjeanne Jeffers’ blog, Collision of Worlds
By the end of the third week, I had Mrs. Casales’ pool and deck looking much better. In fact, they looked great.
For no reason I could define, I had gone well beyond pool cleaning. I had cleaned the inside of the pool and scraped out all the slime and goop, vacuumed the accumulated dust out of the bottom and cleared the skimmers until they looked new.
Every time I had come, I had scrubbed the concrete pool deck. I even went to far as to bring clippers from my parents’ tool shed and hack back the overgrown hedges so that they would not drop so many leaves into the pool. I told myself that I was only making my work easier for myself in the long run, but my brain did not believe me.
Mrs. Casales obliged me by exclaiming how much better her whole back yard looked every time I finished. Occasionally, her two little kids, a boy and girl, both under 10 years old, would scamper in and wait impatiently when I told them they had to wait after I poured in the chlorine. “The water’s not good for swimming yet,” I said every time. “You’ll have to wait at least an hour.” They would stand at the side of the pool, bouncing on the balls of their feet, until one would think of something else to do and they’d chase each other across the yard or into the house.
Mrs. Casales always came out with iced tea or lemonade when I was done, and we’d sit at her patio set and chat about the pool-cleaning business, or the upcoming university year, or sometimes about her kids.
She seemed cheerful enough when we talked, but she never mentioned a husband. I remembered what Alexis had said about her marriage breaking up, but I did not know how to ask her about that without risking spoiling her mood.
At the end of the third week, the sixth time I had cleaned the pool, deck and the back yard in general, I took a deep breath and surveyed my handiwork. Part of my brain demanded to know why I had gone so far beyond pool cleaning, and another part of my brain refused to admit why.
Mrs. Casales came out of the kitchen with two bottles of Heineken. No children were in sight. “The water is perfectly balanced today, Mrs. Casales, so the kids can come swimming right away,” I said as I took a bottle from her hand.
“The kids are at their cousin’s this afternoon. We’re alone today,” she said and took a sip of her beer. “And call me Leda.”
On that hot afternoon, cold beer went down like salvation. I could feel heat radiating off my skin. I pressed the cold bottle against my hot forehead, relishing the ache it caused.
We sat at her squeaky, unsteady patio table. I stretched my legs in front of me. Mrs. Casales’ — Leda’s — pool was the last on my itinerary, and the day seemed to be going in an excellent direction.
I looked at her; she was wearing a thin cover-up over a two-piece bathing suit. I watched her neck pulse as she drank more beer. She had tied her crazy hair with one of those scrunchie things that girls like. “Thanks for the beer.”
She wasn’t bad looking, I thought. A little overweight, but that gave her nice curves. She was no Alexis, but to borrow Patrick’s tired joke, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating cookies.
“Thank you, Damian, for doing such a great job. I appreciate how you’ve gone well beyond the pool cleaner’s job description. I did notice the way you trimmed the bushes and neatened up the whole yard.” She patted my knee and moved a little closer toward me.
“It was just to keep so many leaves and branches from falling into the pool,” I said. “So it made my own job a little easier.”
“Nonsense. You were trying to make me happier. And I truly appreciate that, Damian. Really, I do. And I should pay you back. One good turn deserves another.”
“No, no, the payment is what it is. We agreed. A deal is a deal.”
“Then, I should pay you back in some other way.” She looked right into my eyes.
My mouth felt dry, and pouring more beer into it did not help.
“Do you always work with your shirt off?” she said, and I suddenly felt conscious of my bare chest.
“Just when it’s this hot...”
I could not finish answering her because her mouth pressed against mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as her hands went around my shoulders. She pulled herself onto my lap as she ran her hands up and down my back.
I hope you enjoyed Scott's guest blog post. Check out his blog, or better yet, his newly released book.