Saturday, April 29, 2017

A Series of Minis - story #1

The Object

A gut-wrenching flash of memory flooded Louis’ head; powerful enough that it forced him to reach for the wall of the nearest building, or risk collapsing onto the sidewalk.

The throng of pedestrians ambling by gave him a wide berth, most picking up their pace.  Some carried looks of worry on their faces, as if he were a free freak show right there on the street.  A few showed pity, while others still wore expressions of wonder.

The flash of memory turned to visions of haunting eyes.  Eyes he hadn’t looked upon since childhood.  A childhood he had tried unsuccessfully to forget.

Even now the cascading ash filled his memory, along with the echoing cries, and whispers of the gas chambers; all as fresh as the breakfast from just a few hours earlier.

He straightened himself, looking back over his shoulder for the cause of the attack.  There, standing not twenty feet away, waiting patiently and oblivious to Louis’ presence, was the man he could never, ever forget.

He slowly turned and took several tentative steps, testing the strength of his legs.  Once assured he could, he retraced his steps, heading toward his nightmare rather than fleeing.

Questions assailed him, too rapid for his mind to give even the hint of answers.  More memories interspersed with the questions.  Sights and sounds he hadn’t cared to remember continued to invade his consciousness.

Family, friends and loved ones long dead began to haunt his thoughts.  He easily called to mind the long, cruel years he and his family had endured so long ago.  Some directly from the hands of the man he was moving towards.

How would he deal with it now?  Would these images set him back?  Or would he have the strength to push on?  He wasn’t sure.

As he neared the man from his past, the light changed, allowing the haunting form a short respite from the words Louis now felt an urge to vomit out.

Though at least ten to fifteen years his senior, the man seemed spry and easily kept a rapid, even pace.  Louis was content to follow a few yards behind.

How many years had Louis been hoping that such a moment would occur?  Although he’d never dreamt it would ever happen.  His hand slid inside his outer coat pocket, fingers grasping the cool, metal object resting inside; squeezing it tightly for comfort.

He trailed the man several blocks until he entered a corner deli.  Louis easily slid into the interior of the building, eyes quickly adjusting to the dim lighting, despite his age.  He watched the man from a distance as he ordered, received his food, and took a seat in a corner booth.

Louis waited patiently, wondering how to approach, when the man’s gaze fell on his face, eyes ever so slightly widening for a split second before passing on.

Was that a knowing look in the man’s eyes?  Recognition of who he was?  Had he remembered Louis?

Before he could run out in fear, Louis settled himself and made his way to the man’s table.  As he stopped before the memory from his past, he looked steadily into the man’s upturned face, locking onto his eyes.

Surely, he saw recognition in his tormentor’s eyes.

“Can I help you?” a feeble, shaky voice asked.

Louis remained silent, still grasping the object which gave him comfort and strength.

The man looked impatiently toward his quiet guest, slowly chewing a bite from his sandwich.

“Well,” he said after swallowing the mouthful of food.

Louis found his voice, stronger than he’d expected it to be, under the circumstance.

“Are you Deidrick? Deidrick Bonhoffer?”

The grizzled hands holding onto the sandwich shook almost imperceptibly as he replied to the query.

“You must have me mistaken for someone else, friend.”

Louis shook his head, grey hair falling across his forehead.  He was positive, now that he’d heard the voice, that this man was who he thought him to be.

“No,” he challenged.  “I don’t think I have.  I could never forget those eyes, or that voice.”

Both men remained silent for a short time.  The noise from the deli crowd filled the gap.

“My name,” Louis went on, “is Louis Roth.  You might remember me better as Leibke Rothman, number 270145.”

As he finished speaking he slid up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a series of numbers tattooed on his inner left forearm.

The man dropped the remains of his forgotten sandwich onto the paper plate sitting on the table before him.  As he read and reread the numbers inscribed on the arm held out in front of his now visibly shaken face, Louis returned his right hand into his jacket pocket, grasping the object of his strength once again.

The man turned his gaze upward to catch Louis’ expression.  What did he see?  Was it anger?  Fear? Loathing?  Louis surely felt all those emotions, and more.  But, above all, he felt peace.

As Deidrick sat in stunned silenced, tears slowly running down his cheeks, Louis pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down.  He let out a deep breath, unsure now what to say.  He had rehearsed his well thought out lines many times, but being face to face with this visage was so much different than speaking into a mirror.

Finally, Louis found the words and spoke.

“I have wanted so many times through the years to speak to you, wondering time and again if it would ever happen.  Now that it’s here, I’m unsure how to proceed.”

Deidrick opened his mouth but was cut off when Louis held up his left hand.

“Please,” Louis interjected, “before my courage runs out.”  He exhaled slowly.  “The pain and suffering I endured, though a lifetime ago, can never be undone.  The lost family and friends cannot be regained.  Memories cannot be forgotten.”

He slowly pulled his right hand from concealment, grasping a dull metal object; fingers clenched tightly.

Deidrick’s gaze travelled from Louis’ eyes down to his outstretched hand, face showing visible concern now.

“I want to do so much more for all I endured at yours and other’s hands, but God has shown me the true path to freedom.”

Opening his hand, the metal object dropped out, dangling from a chain wrapped securely around withered fingers.  As the cross swung pendulum-like, Louis asserted, “I forgive you.”

The words fell from his mouth like the tears from his tormentor’s eyes.  As soon as the words were swallowed by a second silence, Louis stood and left the deli, completely engulfed in peace.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Interview with Amy J Hamilton

Here is my latest interview.  Amy J Hamilton asked me to stop by for a quick Q&A session on her blog, Greetings from another planet.  Hope you enjoy it.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A Work in Progress

I will be posting some short stories that will eventually be put together in a book titled, A Series of Minis.  I decided to try them out here, as they get near completion, to get some feedback.  The first one will be posted later this week, so keep an eye out, and remember, feedback is appreciated.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Author Interviews #3

Here's the newest in author interviews.  It's a good one, check it out and support our Indie Authors.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Author Interviews #2

For all you out there who enjoy author interviews, here's another group of great reads!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Author Talk with Alex Carver

Hello and welcome to Author Talk, where I get the chance to cross examine an amazing Indie Author.  Today we have Alex R Carver, the author of Where There’s A Will.  Thanks for stopping by my humble little blog.  Why don’t you take the stand and raise your right hand.  Now, before we get started with the third degree, how ‘bout you confess some of your deepest, darkest secrets.  Or you could just tell us a little bit about yourself.
 After working in the clerical, warehouse and retail industries over the years, without gaining much satisfaction, I have quit to follow my dream and become a full-time writer. Where There's A Will is the first book in the Inspector Stone Mysteries series; An Eye For An Eye, the second book, will be out in September, and Written In Blood, a thriller about a serial killer, is released on April 1st.
When not writing, I'm either playing a game or being distracted by Molly the Yorkie, who is greedy for both attention and whatever food is to be found.

Now that the jury is seated, let the inquisition begin.
1.       When did you first realize that you could throw random letters together and have people want to read it?  I’m thinking it was the first time you filled out a police report.  Right?  Right?

I was too young to be filling out a police report, the first time I wrote a story I was about 10 and I was asked to come up with something for an English lesson, it was supposed to be a short thing, only a couple of pages, but it ended up filling an exercise book.

2.       What was the first thing you wrote about?  And when did you write it?

It was the story I wrote for English class, I wrote a kids’ adventure story in the vein of The Famous Five about some friends encountering a band of thieves.

3.       In what genres do you prefer to write?  Which ones have you published in?

Generally, I write crime/mystery stories, though I also have a couple of sci-fi novels on paper and a kids adventure novel that I hope will turn into a series.

4.       When you start a project, do you have an outline you go by, or do you prefer to wing and see how it goes?  If you’ve used both methods, which one worked better for you?  Me, I’m a wing man myself!

I’ve used both methods, it all depends on the story, and I couldn’t say one has worked better than the other for me. I think it comes down to my mood and the story, some require more time spent on planning, and others almost insist that I just dive in and see where it’s going.

5.       Do you have a favorite spot where you prefer to write?  I hope it’s not the bathroom, cause that might make the readers uncomfortable.

I tend to write on the armchair in the living room, it’s comfy but not very conducive to writing, I’d like a desk and a proper space but it’s not on the cards at the moment.

Oh, well, that’s a good place to write, too.

6.       When is the best time for you to write?  Probably when you’re all alone and there’s no witnesses, right?  I prefer to do it in secret, too.

I write at all hours of the day. I’ve been known to wake up at 3am and to sit or lie in bed with my laptop and punch out a thousand words or more.

7.       So, where do your marvelous ideas or inspirations come from? Do you mind if I record you here?  I need some fresh evidence.  Haha! Just kidding.

My ideas come from all around me, I don’t always know their exact point of origin, all of a sudden I have a new idea I have to jot down in the hope of finding the time to work on it in the future. Middle of the night seems to be a good time for me to be inspired though.

8.       Who would you say is your favorite character that you’ve created?  Why?

Hmmm, that’s a toughie, I like Melissa Turner from Written In Blood, she’s a young constable who’s determined to do the right thing even in the face of her superior who she thinks is wrong. Then there’s Louisa Orchard from the Inspector Stone Mysteries, she’s a journalist with ethics who is prepared to throw away a job with a paper for the sake of what she considered the right thing - I sense a theme here, lol.

9.       And what about your least favorite character?  Why don’t you like them? You know, you could change how they are, then maybe you’d care a little more about them.

This is a whole lot easier, it’s Sgt Mitchell from Written In Blood: he’s stubborn, prejudiced, unwilling to admit when he might be wrong, not very good at his job, and he lets his emotions get in the way of doing his job.

I know I could have changed him but it’s fairly important to the story that he’s that way so once I set up his character he was kind of stuck that way.

10.   Sorry about that, I get a little carried away sometimes.  I’ll move it along.  How long did it take to finish your latest project?

That’s not all that easy to say. I had a couple of years without either the internet or a computer and I wrote 10 novels in long hand during that period, now I’m working on taking those handwritten drafts and preparing them for publishing. I’m averaging about 4-6 months for getting them typed up and edited.

11.   How about a little insight into your main character?  Is there anything particularly special about them?

My main character is of course Inspector Stone, and I wouldn’t say there’s anything particularly special about him, he’s a detective doing the best he can to do a good job and do a right job. He’s often fighting his superior’s desire for a quick result because he wants to get the right result and ensure justice is served.

12.   What was the hardest thing about writing your latest project?

An Eye For An Eye is more violent than the other books in the Inspector Stone Mysteries, it also has a much darker tone, and when I first wrote it I was concerned that people who like the series wouldn’t like this entry, but the violence and the tone are necessary because it sets up the character of Nathan Stone for the rest of the series.

13.   Where can the readers of my blog, and I use the plural form very optimistically, pick up a copy of your work?  Would you prefer through Amazon, or can they stalk you and pick it up using a little B & E while you’re out?  I’d be happy to give out your address, so long as you have a few signed copies lying around.  It’d be simple for my CI. 

Amazon is obviously the main place, you can get it either for your Kindle or in paperback, but it’s also available on B&N, iTunes and most other ebook retailers (there may be a slight delay on these as I transition from one distributor to another)

No address?  Oh well, I tried guys.  But it ain’t gonna happen.  Mr. Carver wants to keep the scene of the crime a secret; even from you, the loyal fans.

14.   Since you refuse to cough up your personal info, how about sharing some stuff so they can get a good profile going?  Maybe you’d be more at ease telling us about your favorite writer?  And how about your favorite book of all time?

Some really tough questions here, I read lots of authors and books and picking favourites is such a hard thing to do. If I’m pushed, though, I’d have to pick Anne McCaffrey; her books are not 5* material in my opinion, so people may find my decision odd, but her books are wonderfully accessible and a pleasure to read.

15.   Do you have a favorite TV show or movie?

I’m a big fan of Game of Thrones, so many good characters and scenes.

16.   Do you have any book in particular that you would recommend to my readers (more pluralistic optimism on my part)?

I can think of loads that I feel people should read, but I’m always reluctant to recommend a book in case it’s not the kind of thing someone likes to read.

17.   One last question, if you don’t mind.  Or even if you do.  It’s my line of questioning, after all.  If your book were made into a movie, who would you pull out of the line up to be in the cast?

I’m going to have to pass on this question, I’m just not up enough on actors and actresses to know who would be good for the roles, my brain stumbles when it’s confronted by these kind of questions.

Well, OK.  I can always give you a few options later if you like.  Thanks again to Alex R Carver for submitting to my interrogation.  Don’t forget to pick up your copies at And follow them through social media at

Join me next time on Author Talk, when I interview another Indie Author.  Or, as they might say, make them extremely uncomfortable with my personal questions and comments.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Ember's interview with Eddie

Better late than never.  Here's Ember Winters' uncut,uncensored interview with Eddie.

E: Thank you so much for joining us today! Please introduce yourself!

Hey, Ember. And thank you for finally giving me my due. It’s not often that the real reason people read books get some attention. Yeah, sure, the author has the job of putting our words down, but we all know that it’s us characters that truly run the show. Am I right?

E: Tell us who you are and what you do!

I’ve always been called Eddie, and nothing else. Well, that’s not completely true, I suppose. My dad always had some rather choice names for me whenever I messed up. Or if he was high or drunk; or both on some occasions. But I don’t really want to go into that right now. I’ll save that for another time. And as for what I do? I kill people. Not for a living, mind you. It’s more of a therapeutic thing for me. It kinda helps push the monsters back into the shadows, for a time, anyway.

E: Are you the main character in the story or a supporting role?

Well, as much as it pains me to say it, I share the lead with my nemesis, Detective Collins. Although I think Nathan gave way too many chapters to Ken. He should have focused a little more on me. After all, if it weren’t for me, there really wouldn’t be much of a story. I mean, it IS a crime novel. If I didn’t do my part, there’d be no need for Ken.

E:How old are you?

That isn’t discussed in the book. Just one more of my points about Nathan not focusing enough on me. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty years old. Can’t be completely certain, as I haven’t seen a bio on me anywhere in Nathan’s notes. Not like he has for Ken, that’s for sure. I drive the story, but does he try, even a little, to focus on me? Hardly.
Sorry, when it comes to Ken, I just can’t seem to let go of my anger. I’ll try to stay focused.

E: Tell us about your story. What is it about and what role do you play?

As I mentioned before, it’s a crime novel. Ken, excuse me, Detective Collins, is just finishing up his rookie year in the Homicide Division of the Foley Police Department, when his world comes crashing down on him. Not only has his dad’s illness returned, but Ken begins having some physical and emotional issues. And thanks to his meddling Christian partner, Senior Detective John Filcher, he starts thinking about his eternal security.
As for me, I’ve been locked away for years, watching and waiting for a chance to escape and exact some revenge. Ken is the main reason I’ve been out of the limelight for so long, and I’ve grown tired of seeing him get to be free and live whatever kind of life he’s wanted. Needless to say, I’ve planned for a long time to get back at him. I’ve wanted nothing more than to knock him off his feet and see how well he adapts to having his world turned upside down and inside out. And that’s just what I do. After I get free from my imprisonment, I set my plan in motion, and I start killing prostitutes. That goes back to the therapeutic thing I was talking about earlier.
Anyway, Ken and John must catch me if they want the killings to end. I certainly won’t stop on my own. Along the way, I eliminate some undercover cops, and an operative of the Governor’s ‘Special Crimes Division’.

E: Can you tell us about one of your most distinguishable features?

That would probably be my eyes. There’s nothing really distinguishable about them, per se, other than the coldness locked inside them. You aren’t likely to get a caring glance or see love in them. You certainly wouldn’t find them too pleasant if you were on the receiving end of my cold glare. Not unless you want to feel a chill run down your spine. John can tell you about that, if you ever interview him.

E: Do you have any birthmarks or tattoos?

No. I have considered getting a tattoo, but I’m too afraid of needles.

E: Would you ever want to hang out with your author? If so, what would you do together?

I wouldn’t have a problem hanging out with Nathan, but I can’t say the same thing for him. I don’t think he’d enjoy any of the fun I could show him. He’s too much of a goody two-shoes. At least he is since he found God.

E: If you could have a super power, what would it be, and why?

Hmm. Most definitely invisibility. Imagine what I could get away with if no one could see me!

E: What is your biggest pet peeve when dealing with others?

People! Do you really want to go there? Ok. A lot of people don’t show the real them. They wear a mask to hide their true identity. They act one way to your face, but become someone totally different when the chance arises. At least I let my victims know up front what kind of person I am. I’m a straight shooter, figuratively, and literally, as you’ll see when you read the book.

E: What would I love the most about you?

Probably nothing. I’m a cold and calloused individual, for the most part. Comes from the upbringing, I would say. I don’t know how anybody could be different than I am, if they had to grow up as me.

E: What would I hate most about you?

Pretty much everything. See the previous answer for clarification.

E: Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?

No. I think he took a little too much artistic license in portraying me and my emotions. Maybe if he spent a day alone with me, and he managed to survive, then he might be able to better articulate the depth of my anger and cold-heartedness.

E: What is your idea of a perfect day?

Perfect day? Is there such a thing? Not where I come from. But just for the sake of an interesting interview, I’ll say that the perfect day would be being able to do whatever I wanted, without the fear of consequences. Who wouldn’t want that kind of freedom? I bet if you took a poll right now, most of your fans would agree with me. Go ahead, I’ll wait…
…See? What’d I tell you? Never underestimate the depravity of the average person. That’s what I always say.

E: What is your greatest fear?

That’s an easy one. Getting locked away again, for good. The first time was bad enough, but I don’t think even I could deal with another extended stay in solitary confinement. In there, I have no way to release those sadistic little monsters running around in my head. They’re enough to drive a guy crazy. Or do you think I’m already there? You can be honest with me. I can take it.
May I ask you a question, Ember? If you’re crazy, do you think you know you are, or does someone need to tell you? And if they told you, would it even matter? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Just thought I’d ask.

E: Someone is secretly in love with you. Who is it and how do you feel about that?

Samantha Adamson. That would be absolutely perfect. It would go so far into helping mess Ken’s life up. He’s so smitten with her, I think it would actually destroy him. Of course, I’ve thought more than once about doing away with her, just to see Ken’s reaction. Did I? Well, you’ll just have to read the book to find out.

E: When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Normal. My life was too much of a wreck to even think about dreaming of growing up. Now Ken, he had plenty of time to think about having a normal life and dream about what he would be when he grew up. I’ve had plenty of envy over him where that is concerned. I guess maybe I did dream of having a life like his. He’s always been pretty much carefree and happy-go-lucky; even considering some of the hard times he did have early on in life.

E: If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today?

As much as I could get away with before getting caught! Oh, you want something specific? Well, I’ve thought about taking out someone famous. Who wouldn’t matter, as long as they were high profile. Even now, just thinking about it, I can imagine my knife blade sliding into their skin; the blood pooling around the handle. Can you smell their fear? Feel their quivering skin beneath your touch? Can you see their soul leaving their body? Stick with me and I can show you so much more.

E: What is the one food you can’t live without?

I haven’t been in control of much of my life, so I’ve never really thought about it before.

E: If they turned the book into a movie, who would be cast to play you?

Who would be cast? Probably some two-bit character actor not worth the industry minimum. Who should be cast? Pacino, De Niro or Hopkins would be my choice. Unfortunately, they’re all too old. Apart from that, it wouldn’t really matter. I’m probably dead, or they wouldn’t be making a movie. Would they?
You’ve had enough? Okay, well, thanks for your time. And thanks again for talking with the only one deserving the honor. I’ll be watching…I mean, I’ll see you around.

Now that you've heard from Eddie, why not grab a copy of Written in Blood and get a little deeper understanding of Eddie and how he ticks?