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

Monday, March 31, 2014

THE WHISPER MAN by David Flynn



  What is your writing process?
 
For me, every story begins with “what if?”. That is such a truism for most writers that it sounds like a cliché. But it’s not. You truly need to let the dog off the leash and see where he goes, what tree he wants to sniff, what squirrel he wants to chase, what fire hydrant he wants to mark as his own. That’s what the dog’s story becomes and that’s what a writer does. He lets his imaginary dog off the leash and follows it, chasing after all the ‘what ifs’ his characters face in the course of a story. What if the hero is arrested based on bogus clues, but what if he really is guilty of the crime? What if the heroine has an affair but is so guilt ridden she tries to commit suicide, only to find out she was successful and now has to bargain in the next world for a second chance in this one?
 
Years ago I worked in advertising and there were two clichés that were nevertheless true. “Let’s run it up the flagpole and see who salutes” and “Let’s follow it and see what it eats.” The first might seem more appropriate after the story is written and you can gauge an audience’s or a readership’s reaction to the material, but the very first person to react to the story is the writer him or herself. When the writer follows the thread of a story to see where it’s going – or in effect, what it eats – he or she has to stop along the way and reread what he or she has run up the flagpole. If the writer can’t salute it then he or she has to back up and find where the tale went off the tracks and fix it. At that point the process of ‘what if’ becomes “then what?” When you start with “what if” there is an infinite number of possible answers, and when you choose one answer, you create a narrower set of possible directions a story can take until you’ve posited the final “what if” which will have a very limited number of possible answers. The hero lives or he dies. The villain is punished or he escapes, the word ends or it doesn’t.



David Flynn has worked for as a writer and actor (under the screen name Patrick Flynne) and is a member of the Screen Actors Guild and the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG/AFTRA). He has appeared in numerous motion pictures, both studio and independent productions, and in the daytime series, All My Children, Another World, Guiding Light and Loving and as the ongoing character Representative Ingersoll in videos for The Onion.

He has also performed as a spokesperson in numerous industrial films and television commercials, as a voiceover artist in radio broadcast commercials and as an English language narrator, editor and writer for several series on Ebru-TV, a Turkish company currently broadcasting on the Internet.

David has written 18 screenplays, including THE WAR CHANNEL, a Bronze Award Winner for Best Dramatic Screenplay at the Worldfest/Houston International Film Festival. This script was optioned by the Auerbach Company at Columbia TriStar Television. He has also co-authored two screenplays, one a Silver Award Winner for Best Dramatic Screenplay at Worldfest.

Under its original title, THE BRIDE OF DREAMS, the screenplay for THE UNDYING was one of fifteen semifinalists (out of a total of 3900 entrants) for a Nicholl Fellowship, a screenwriting competition sponsored by the American Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS). The Nicholl is considered to be the most prestigious screenwriting competition in the industry.

His novel THE WHISPER MAN is the first in a series of mysteries that focus on unusual crimes and criminals in New York City.




Book Genre: Mystery
Publisher: Amazon
Release Date: Jan 3, 2014


Book Description: Sex, vanity and psychology are the weapons David Barry uses as he kills for money in THE WHISPER MAN.

David's prey - and profit - are the wealthy of New York City,
with each murder crafted to look like a suicide, an accident or the work of another, but always with the goal of increasing David's balance sheet. When a close friend of Manhattan ADA Joseph Kane dies at the 
apparent hand of his wife, Kane refuses to believe in her guilt. He investigates the recent deaths of several prominent and wealthy New Yorkers and decides there may be an undiscovered killer behind them.

Kane develops a prime suspect and triggers a battle of wits with the brilliant and
arrogant David Barry who must kill again, not for profit this time but to protect his identity. The jealousy of Kane's insecure wife and conflicts with his boss become the tools David will use to destroy his adversary.

Excerpt:

The moment after the crash was filled with screeching tires as following vehicles tried to stop or avoid the two ruined cars. If traffic were heavier it might have been a three or four car pile up but since the street was fairly quiet, no other vehicle added to the destruction. The two cars had struck each other on the right front fenders, leaving the drivers’ sides untouched. Behind the now deflating airbag Per Arnudssen sat in shock. He did not consciously register the fact that the driver’s door on the Cadillac was swinging open and the driver was stepping out.
Later, witnesses at the scene would describe the young Latino with the greasy hair under the tightly tied “do-rag” who ran from the scene of the accident. They would describe the puffy jacket and hoodie he was wearing, the baggy jeans and the large Nikes with the shoelaces loosely tied in the street fashion of the day. They would point north on Eleventh Avenue and east on 29th Street where they saw him run. It all happened so quickly and so unexpectedly. That was all the Police would have to go on.
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The driver of the Cadillac stopped running as he turned onto 30th Street after crossing Ninth Avenue. He slowed his pace to a street swagger until he reached the narrow opening between two buildings. He glanced around quickly before slipping into the alley. Sure that he was not being observed, he stripped off the jacket and the hoodie and threw them on top of a garbage can. Next he slipped off the oversize sneakers and the baggy jeans, and they followed the jacket onto the garbage can. He was confident that within a couple of hours they would be found by a bum or an addict and sold to someone else for the price of a few hours of diminished consciousness. Recycled into the city’s economy, they would never be identified as the clothes of a hit and run driver.
Underneath the Nikes he wore slender white tennis shoes. Finally, he slipped the do-rag from his head and used it to wipe the grease from his face and ditched it in a different trash can. David Barry, wearing a buttoned down shirt, crew neck sweater, khakis and an attitude of innocence, walked out of the alley and over toward Eighth Avenue.
 David decided that his plan had gone so well that he would take a leisurely stroll back to the scene of the accident and look over his handiwork before going out for dinner. By the time he reached 26th Street, a considerable crowd had gathered and was being held back on the south side of 27th Street. He joined the crowd and slowly worked his way to the front of the group. He watched the actions of the Police and the EMT team for about ten minutes before finally deciding on Thai food.

Giveaway:

1 DVD of The Undying, written and produced by Author, David Flynn








The Undying is a 2011 American supernatural romantic thriller written by David M. Flynn and 
Steven Peros and directed by Steven Peros. The film stars Robin Weigert, Anthony Carrigan, Wes 
Studi, Jay O. Sanders, and Sybil Temtchine. Wikipedia
Initial releaseOctober 25, 2009














  • Wednesday, February 5, 2014

    Lakeside University Cover Up by Charles A. Taylor




    Title: Lakeside University Cover Up
    Author Name: Charles A. Taylor


    Author Bio: Dr. Charles “Chuck” Taylor, author, speaker and diversity expert is currently a professor in the school of education at a Midwestern college. Although he has written and edited over 10 books, this is his first novel. Chuck has also written a full-length children’s musical, a highly acclaimed documentary on the Milwaukee, Wisconsin civil rights movement and continues to serve as a national consultant to college campuses in the areas of racial diversity and inclusion. Please visit his website for additional information: http://drcharlestaylor.com/about/

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    Book Genre: Mystery Thriller
    Publisher: Roar Enterprises, Inc.
    Release Date: January, 2012


    Book Description: A cross is burned in the yard of two black Lakeside University students. When campus
    officials call the incident a harmless prank, both black and white student organizations, launch a series of protests to force the administration into conducting a full investigation.
    Instead, the administration devises a divide and conquer scheme to create a rift between black and white students. Feel the tension mounting as the students react to the Administration’s response to the incident. As black students turn up the pressure, the campus stands on the verge of a racial explosion. Campus leaders must find a way out of the crisis so they seek the help of Dr. Wendell Oliver, the country’s leading expert in diffusing racial tension.
    Watch Dr. Oliver as he masterfully guides the feuding students into looking beyond themselves on a weekend retreat that is filled with action, danger, sexual attraction, and racial conflict. Discover the hidden lessons that students learn about friendship, betrayal and forgiveness. Follow the love story as the plot unfolds. Experience this roller coaster ride of emotions for yourself! Learn the secret behind the cross burning as the leading character Gloria finds her voice.

    Students come to realize that the cross burning is more than just about racism. Its wicked flames shed light on corrupt cops, complicit college administrators and misguided attitudes that point to a major cover up. When students finally piece the puzzle together, justice is served but it comes with a steep price. Lakeside University will never be the same again.


    Excerpt One:

    Enough was enough. Dean of Students, Todd Severson stormed into President David Horning’s office and slammed the door. “Sir, we need to do something!” Severson said, lowering himself into the chair across from Horning’s antique desk. “Your divide and conquer strategy is backfiring—we have to do something and do it fast, or this university will explode!”
    President Horning glanced up from his coffee. “That’s a bit dramatic, Todd, don’t you think?”
    Severson leaned forward in his chair and pressed his palms against the desktop. “A black student has just been attacked!” he said. “Classes are being disrupted. The police are running themselves ragged, trying to keep everything under control. Now we have threats of a major civil rights demonstration being held on our campus!”
    Horning looked at Severson and frowned. “Why don’t you just calm down,” he said. “We’ve weathered crises before. This isn’t any different.”
    Severson stared back, his jaw askew. “Sir, I beg to disagree! We may have been able to smooth things over in the past, but this is very different. This could turn violent—even more violent than it already has become. And it's just a matter of time before the media plasters this mess all over the front page.”
    Before Horning could respond, his phone rang. As he reached to answer it, Severson stood to leave. “Hold on Todd. Let me get this. This might be the call that will get us out of this damn mess,” Horning said, as Severson paced the floor.
    ***

    Three Weeks Earlier
    It was a cool, cloudy Sunday night in early autumn. Two figures huddled in the shadows next to a small house, near the Lakeside University campus. They set to work quickly, and soon a sharp chemical odor drifted through the air.
    “Man, this shit really stinks,” said the first one, muffling a cough in his gloved hand. “Are you sure this will work?”
    “It has to,” said the second. “You heard what they said. We’ve got to take care of this tonight.” “Okay, okay,” said the first. “Just light the damn thing so I can make the call and we can get the hell out of here!”
    ***
    Inside the small house, Lakeside University student Ashante Melashe was working on a recording for her broadcast engineering class. Just as she hit the record button, the shrill ring of the telephone echoed through the house. "Oh, no!” she moaned, “I forgot to turn off the ringer!” She pushed her chair back from the table. “Well, that’s another sound bite down the drain."
    "I'm coming," she grumbled as the phone continued its loud summons. "Hello?"
    "Look outside,” said a gruff, male voice. “You’ll see how we feel about niggers at Lakeside University."
    "What did you just say? Who is this?"
    "Just look outside, bitch."
    “Is this some kind of joke?” Ashante asked, but the only answer was the dial tone.
    Shaking her head in disgust, she took a deep breath and stepped out into the front yard. The shock of the flames sucked the air from her lungs in a choked gasp. A strange smell burned her eyes and throat. She stood frozen, glaring at the blaze of bright red and orange fire burning against the cold, black starless night.
    Then the realization hit her with as much force as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. Suddenly she knew what she was staring at: a huge cross, whose wicked flames lit up the yard and filled her with soul wrenching horror.

     "Oh, my God," Ashante whispered. 







    Thursday, July 25, 2013

    Buzz Kill by Teresa Trent




    Kindle Free Days

    July 25 - 28


    Buzz Kill
    by Teresa Trent


    Genre: Cozy Mystery
    Release Date: July 2013




    Book Description:


    Betsy Livingston is planning a wedding so what could go wrong? After publishing a recipe for homemade calamine lotion in the newspaper, the ladies in the community church make a large batch. Everyone loves the stuff until someone in Pecan Bayou is found dead after using it. The town points to Betsy and she starts rethinking her whole career as a helpful hints columnist. Now she must clear her own name in between dress-fitting, cake-tasting, and all those things that turn a bride into a bridezilla. Is Betsy at fault or could there be something else that leads her down the aisle to murder?





    Excerpt:

    “Okay now, let’s see.” Mr. Andre lowered his head, revealing the roots of his mousse-spiked, bleached hair. He wore a dark maroon suit with a matching jewel-toned silk shirt unbuttoned midway, showing sparse hair on his skinny chest. “Do you have a photographer?”
    “Yes,” I ventured.
    “No,” Aunt Maggie cut in. “She has some guy who shoots kiddie team pictures.”
    “Oh my.” Andre circled something on his clipboard. “No photographer.”
    “And you’ve gone for a wedding cake tasting?”
    “A tasting? I think I already know what vanilla and chocolate tastes like by now.”
    Andre shook his head as if I were a child. “No, my dear. You will be pleased to find out there are other flavors like white amaretto, champagne – girl, you can even get peanut butter if that’s what floats your boat. So I take it you haven’t had a cake-tasting session?”
    “You would be correct,” I replied.
    “I see.” He circled another line. “And your flowers?”
    “She’s using Lenny Stokes, and she’s already put a deposit down,” Aunt Maggie said.
    Andre grimaced.
    “I see. I’ll need his number and address so I can get in contact with him to put him on my approved vendors list.” He circled another line. “And what is the venue?”
    “We are going to have the ceremony at the community church.”
    Andre’s eyebrows raised as he nodded and smiled. I had finally done something right.
    “Do you have any kind of documentation on this?” he asked.
    “Not officially, no,” I said. “I have talked to the pastor about it, though and he says it’s open. We live in a small town, Andre. Documentation isn’t always required.”
    “Mr. Andre,” he corrected.
    “We just don’t have the same kinds of waiting lists like there are in the big city.”
    He clutched his hand to his chest. “Well, that’s a relief.”
    “And your invitations?”
    “We weren’t going to send those out until mid-January. We were afraid people would lose them. I have them ordered.” Mr. Andre’s eyes slanted toward me. “Well, they’re not exactly ordered, but I do have them picked out.”
    A pause hung in the air as Mr. Andre summoned up the strength to go on. “Are you sure we’re planning a wedding and not some kind of country barbecue where they cook a pig over a spit?” He clasped his hands together in front of him to emphasize his point. “You are in crisis mode, Madame Happy Hinter.”
    I gulped. So maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t nailed down enough of the details. I felt a tear escape onto my cheek. Andre, used to overwhelmed brides, reached over to a satin-covered tissue box and slapped it down on the table in front of me.
    “Dry your eyes, sweetie. We’ve got work to do,” he said. “You should know what a lucky girl you are. I just removed myself from a wedding on the same day. No one – I repeat, no one – does a wedding like Mr. Andre, but even I have my limits on troublesome brides and monster mothers. As fate would have it, I’m yours.”
    He walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a large white leather binder. Mr. Andre’s picture was on the front, and underneath that, “Weddings Exclusively by Mr. Andre” was embossed in gold lettering.
    “I don’t care what religion you are,” he said. “This, lovey, is your new bible. Carry this with you everywhere and fill it with notes, questions, business cards, quotes and everything – I mean everything – that has to do with your wedding. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, sir,” I said and saluted before I could stop myself. Aunt Maggie broke out into a laugh, but Mr. Andre turned quickly, fixing his eyes on her. She quickly stifled her reaction and stood up a little straighter, becoming just another draftee in the world of white satin.