REVIEW: How To Sell Books by the Truckload on Amazon by Penny C. Sansevieri


Posted by Ryder Islington, author of Ultimate Justice, a Trey Fontaine Mystery

Authors know that books don’t sell themselves. We no longer live a a world where writers get to just write, while all other aspects of the writing business is handled by publishers and agents. Now, if want your book to sell, you have to sell it. How To Sell Books by the Truckload on Amazon is the perfect book for those of us who have written a book and need to increase our sales. It doesn’t matter if you’re an old pro or a newbie, this book is a great asset for writers.

Ms. Sansevieri explains how Amazon works, how to research key words, Amazon Author Central, free promotions, how to find top Amazon reviewers, and much, much more. And the real key is, even an old fogie like me can understand what she’s saying!

This book is going on my reference shelf with those keepers that I rely on regularly for writing, publishing, and promoting. A great book for wannabes and pros.

Below you can see the cover, read a book description and an author bio, find out where to get the book, and find other reviews, as well as interviews of the author and posts by her. And don’t forget to put your name in the hat for a chance to win a free copy of How To Sell Books by the Truckload on Amazon  by Penny C. Sansevieri.

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Book Description:

Amazon wants you to sell a lot of books. And How to Sell Your Books by the Truckload teaches you exactly how to do it. Internationally renowned Amazon book marketing expert, Penny Sansevieri, has created the ultimate guide for mastering the Amazon marketing system.

And in moments it can be right at your fingertips! The savings in time you’ll gain is enormous—when compared to painstakingly researching this information yourself.

When you follow Penny’s time-tested proven formulas you’ll instantly skyrocket the exposure you receive and kick your book promotion campaign into overdrive!

Plus, you can bypass all of the misinformation out there about how Amazon works. That’s because every secret you need to know to understand the Amazon marketing system inside and out is right here. Penny Sanseveri takes you step-by-step through simple and dynamic processes that show you how to:

  • Get top visibility for your book on Amazon
  • Increase sales through perfectly-timed pre-order campaigns
  • Leverage a secret tool to get hundreds of reader reviews
  • Use Kindle Unlimited to your greatest advantage
  • Boost sales by knowing when to give away your e-book – it really works!
  • Use keywords and book descriptions that puts your book in front of tons of buyers
  • Identify and locate secret categories that drive bigger sales

Get your booked ranked #1 in your category!

Penny C. Sansevieri

Author’s Bio:

Penny C. Sansevieri, Founder and CEO Author Marketing Experts, Inc., is a best-selling author and internationally recognized book marketing and media relations expert. She is an Adjunct Professor teaching Self-Publishing for NYU.

Her company is one of the leaders in the publishing industry and has developed some of the most innovative Social Media/Internet book marketing campaigns. She is the author of fourteen books, including How to Sell Your Books by the Truckload on Amazon and Red Hot Internet Publicity, which has been called the “leading guide to everything Internet.”

AME was the first book marketing and publicity firm to use Internet promotion to its full impact through The Virtual Author Tour™, which strategically harnesses social networking sites, Twitter, blogs, book videos, and relevant sites in order to push an author’s message into the online community. AME has had over eleven books top bestseller lists, including those of the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal.

To learn more about Penny’s books or her promotional services, you can visit her web site at www.amarketingexpert.com.

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REVIEW: Going Against The Grain Italian Style by Nuccia Ardagna


Posted by Ryder Islington, author of Ultimate Justice, A Trey Fontaine Mystery For those of us who are gluten sensitive, gluten intolerant, or have full-blown celiac disease, this book is a life saver.  With an informative forward by Peter HR Green, MD, who helps the reader understand what gluten is, and how it affects those of us who don’t tolerate it, and details directly from the author about her own journey, Going Against The Grain Italian Style, reminds us of our limitations, while opening us up to the wonderful possibilities of great food that’s gluten free! Nuccia also details how to read labels for gluten, how to eat out gluten free, how to deal with cross-contamination, and providing for children who can’t tolerate gluten. The recipes are clear and easy to understand, and delicious! I’m so glad I had the opportunity to read and use this book. It has really allowed me to enjoy food again without the miserable symptoms that accompany gluten intolerance. I would recommend this book to anyone who has problems with gluten, as well as anyone who cooks for a sufferer of sensitivity, intolerance or celiac. In fact, the recipes are so good that anyone who loves good Italian food will love this book. Below you’ll find details about the book and author, as well as a list of other sites where you can find more reviews, and also, opportunities to win a free copy of this fabulous book. Good luck!   Going Against the Grain

Book Description:
 

This two-part book is a vital adjunct to any home attempting to be gluten-free. The first part guides you through early diagnosis and is an essential guide for any beginner diagnosed with celiac disease or some form of gluten sensitivity. You will learn how to identify symptoms of the disease, how celiac disease is diagnosed, and the consequences if left untreated. It will help you to understand how to read labels and how to manage your gluten-free home in a shared environment. It outlines practical advice for parents of children with celiac disease as well as tips for eating out and dealing with social settings such as special occasions or when traveling. Honorary foreword provided by renowned Dr. Peter HR Green, MD – Celiac Disease Center at Columbia University. Growing up authentically Sicilian, Nuccia Ardagna thought that getting rid of gluten meant giving up her favorite traditional foods, but that could not be further from the truth! Nuccia combines her passion for eating amazingly Italian with her new dietary needs to bring you scrumptious, traditional Italian (and Sicilian) recipes. From simple, classic appetizers to decadent desserts you thought you could never enjoy, every recipe is easy-to-follow and offers beautiful full-color pictures throughout. You can feel confident about entertaining guests and family with these mouth-watering recipes. You can eat healthier, feel better, and truly enjoy living gluten-free while never having to sacrifice great taste! In this book, Nuccia not only shares her personal story with celiac disease but also the recipes she grew up with at home and uses to entertain guests. Look for the bonus section at the end of the book along with a section dedicated to her favorite links and resources. We hope you enjoy the book and find it helpful in your journey.   Author’s Bio: Displaying Nuccia Ardagna.jpg Nuccia Ardagna loves to travel to the place of her roots: SICILIA! Being Sicilian, she grew up with mamma, nonna and all her zie learning all the tricks of the trade and creating DELICIOUS Italian food from scratch. When diagnosed with celiac disease she was forced to learn new habits and, now, after trial and error and experimenting, wants to share her exquisite culinary creations with you. She IS a true Italian to the core.   Tour Schedule:

May 4 – Sarah Rehmatullah – review May 4 – Working Mommy Journal – review May 5 – Get Cooking – review / guest post May 6 – Library of Clean Reads – review / author interview / giveaway May 6 – Girl With Camera – review / giveaway May 7 – Mrs. Mommy Booknerd’s Book Reviews – review / author interview May 8 – A Mama’s Corner of the World – review / giveaway May 11 – Freda’s Voice – review / giveaway May 11 – T’s Stuff – review / guest post / giveaway May 12 – Rockin’ Book Reviews – review / guest post / giveaway  May 12 – One Frugal Girl – review / giveaway May 13 – I’d Rather Be At the Beach – review / giveaway May 13 – Ryder Islington’s Blog – review / giveaway May 14 – Il Mio Tesoro – review / author interview May 15 – Ivory Owl Reviews – review / giveaway May 18 – Storeybook Reviews – review / giveaway May 19 – Books, Movies, Reviews. Oh My! – review / giveaway May 20 – Brooke Blogs – review / guest post / giveaway May 20 – Genuine Jenn – review / giveaway May 21 – Celticlady’s Reviews – review / giveaway May 22 – Create With Joy – review / giveaway May 22 – Anglers Rest – review / giveaway

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AUTHOR INTERVIEW: M.C.V. EGAN on The Bridge of Deaths


I had the privilege of interviewing Ms. M.C.V. Egan about her writing, and especially about how her book The Bridge of Deaths was created. Below in my interview. I found Ms. Egan gracious and her answers entertaining. When you’ve finished reading, you may want to roll back to the previous post where there is a bio, author photo, cover photo, and details about the book The Bridge of Deaths, including locations where you can read other interviews, guest posts, reviews of the book, and opportunities to receive a copy of this intriguing book.

Enjoy!

 

INTERVIEW WITH M.C.V. EGAN

 

 R.I.What led you into writing historicals?

 M.C.V.E.: History and I are one of those ironic twists of fate. I never got fantastic grades on the subject and I was quite certain that I was not very good at it. As I researched The Bridge of Deaths and began to explore history as a hands on adventure, I discovered it is almost like riding a bicycle. It just comes right back. Today I infuse a little history in almost everything I write. In the case of The Bridge of Deaths the historical aspect is HUGE because the storyline revolves around a very real 1939 plane crash in which my grandfather died. In 1939 only a select few got to travel the skies; thus researching the five men who perished that day and the one who survived was a fascinating historical journey.

 

R.I.: If you had to compare The Bridge of Deaths to another book, or compare your writing to another writer’s what book, or what author, would you use?

M.C.V.E.: COMPARE? Oh Boy! The Book I cannot compare and dare I say that the greatest compliment I ever got in my writing was from a friend who years ago said that reading my long letters made her feel she was reading something by W. Somerset Maugham, so I dream and I strive! The Original version of The Bridge Of Deaths got attention and good reviews because it was “UNUSUAL” I received many comments that people had never seen the combination of fact and fiction blended the way it is in the book. In the revised version I kept the integrity of the data but incorporated the historical as more cohesive with the narrative as well as adjusting some of it as Appendices for readers who prefer that.

 

R.I.: Did you find the research to be daunting? Or was it a pleasure?

 M.C.V.E.: Like a complicated love story it was both. In the almost two decades of research sandwiched into paying jobs and parenting. I had fantastic highs and lows that left me despondent and ready to through in the towel. The daunting part was in the frustration at lack of access or waiting for access to some of the archives. Another daunting bit was not understanding some of the technical data about the airplane; until I found a young British airplane aficionado who wrote his thesis on fires in the Lockheed Electra’s; he thanks me in his thesis and he was invaluable to me !The pleasure was putting the pieces of different archives together, no one file was the same, even the ones housed in Denmark. Also I would say not one file was complete. The closest was the one everyone can request at the Danish National Archives.

 

R.I.: How many revisions did it take before you were satisfied with the manuscript?

 M.C.V.E.: There were many revisions for the original. It was planned as strictly factual but I should have understood that the minute I took notes as a psychic held my grandfather’s watch that I had to incorporate fiction into the story. I am very glad I used traditional and completely untraditional resources but it crosses a line a lot of people need to have presented as fiction. The revised edition had a good five revisions and that is not a fun part of writing.

 R.I.: I agree with this whole heartedly!  Where do you see yourself in five years?

 M.C.V.E.:  In five years I will be SIXTY years old, my only son will be in his third year of university and the sky is the limit. I can probably choose to live in a different place, although South Florida is very nice. But yes you mean in writing 😉 I am launching a chick lit series with social issues backdrop but mostly entertaining. The series is about how things shape and define us, the first Defined by Others in a quirky way shows how affected we are by the society that surrounds us as we are growing up and how it leaves its mark into adulthood. It was my first NANOWriMo attempt and I hope to release by Oct 10th this year.

R.I.: Sounds like real fun. I’m looking forward to checking that series out. Thank you so much for spending time with us here at my blog. I look forward to reading and reviewing your book!

 M.C.V.E.: Great being here. Thanks for having me.

 

 

BOOK COVER LAUNCH: The Bridges of Death by M.C.V. Egan


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“M.C.V. Egan twists truth and fiction until you question your perceptions…it is a story of real love, triumph and search for self.” – Beckah Boyd @ The Truthful Tarot

On August 15th, 1939, an English passenger plane from British Airways Ltd. crashed in Danish waters between the towns of Nykøbing Falster and Vordingborg. There were five casualties reported and one survivor. Just two weeks before, Hitler invaded Poland. With the world at the brink of war, the manner in which this incident was investigated left much open to doubt. The jurisdiction battle between the two towns and the newly formed Danish secret police created an atmosphere of intrigue and distrust.

The Bridge of Deaths is a love story and a mystery. Fictional characters travel through the world of past life regressions and information acquired from psychics as well as archives and historical sources to solve “one of those mysteries that never get solved.”

Based on true events and real people, The Bridge of Deaths is the culmination of 18 years of sifting through conventional and unconventional sources in Denmark, England, Mexico and the United States. The story finds a way to help the reader feel that s/he is also sifting through data and forming their own conclusions.

Cross The Bridge of Deaths into 1939, and dive into cold Danish waters to uncover the secrets of the G-AESY.

Learn more about this book and the special 75th anniversary re-release at www.thebridgeofdeaths.com.

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Join us as we commemorate the 75th anniversary of the crash of the G-AESY and the start of World War II with a month-long history-laden event that will entertain, educate, and enlighten you! As part of this event, a revised version of The Bridge of Deaths, this award-winning and highly-acclaimed account of the events of that fateful day in 1939, will be re-released.

If you would like to be a part of the month-long anniversary event from September 1 to September 30, please go here: http://bit.ly/TBOD75Event.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

MCVEganM.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan. Catalina was born in Mexico City, Mexico in 1959, the sixth of eight children, in a traditional Catholic family. From a very young age, she became obsessed with the story of her maternal grandfather, Cesar Agustin Castillo–mostly the story of how he died. She spent her childhood in Mexico. When her father became an employee of The World Bank in Washington D.C. in the early 1970s, she moved with her entire family to the United States.

Catalina was already fluent in English, as she had spent one school year in the town of Pineville, Louisiana with her grandparents. There she won the English award, despite being the only one who had English as a second language in her class. In the D.C. suburbs she attended various private Catholic schools and graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland in 1977.

She attended Montgomery Community College, where she changed majors every semester. She also studied in Lyons, France, at the Catholic University for two years. In 1981, due to an impulsive young marriage to a Viking (the Swedish kind, not the football player kind), Catalina moved to Sweden where she resided for five years and taught at a language school for Swedish, Danish, and Finnish businesspeople. She then returned to the USA, where she has lived ever since. She is fluent in Spanish, English, French and Swedish.

Maria Catalina Vergara Egan is married and has one son who, together with their five-pound Chihuahua, makes her feel like a full-time mother. Although she would not call herself an astrologer she has taken many classes and taught a few beginner classes in the subject.

She celebrated her 52nd birthday on July 2nd, 2011, and gave herself self-publishing The Bridge of Deaths as a gift.

Find M.C.V. Egan and The Bridge of Deaths at www.thebridgeofdeaths.com.

SHOWCASE: The Jones Men by Vern E. Smith


The Jones Men: 40th Anniversary

Edition

by Vern E. Smith

Book Blast on August 4th, 2014

Book Details:

Genre: Crime

Published by: Rosarium Publishing

Publication Date: May 2014

Number of Pages: 264

ISBN: 978-0989141185

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Synopsis:

DETROIT, 1974

To become the King, you have to take the crown. It won’t be given up lightly. Heroin kingpin, Willis McDaniel, has been wearing that particular piece of jewelry for far too long, and youngblood, Lennie Jack, thinks it would look really good on his head. When a junkie tells Jack about a big delivery, the young Vietnam vet makes his move. Feeling his empire crumble, McDaniel puts the word out to find whoever’s responsible. The hunt is on, the battle is engaged, and the streets of Detroit run red with blood.

In 1974 Vern E. Smith took the crime fiction world by storm with his debut novel, The Jones Men. Heralded as “a large accomplishment in the art of fiction” by the New York Times, The Jones Men went on to be nominated for an Edgar Award and became a New York Times Notable Book. The art of crime fiction has never been the same since.

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For Bennie Lee Sims’ wake, Lennie Jack chose the sky-blue Fleetwood with the chromed-up bumpers and the bar-line running from the trunk to the dash, dispensing six different liquors with chaser.

Joe Red brought the car to a halt in front of Fraser’s Funeral Parlor on Madison Boulevard. He backed it in between a red El Dorado with a diamond-shaped rear window and a pink Lincoln with a leopard-skin roof.

Lennie Jack wore a medium-length Afro and had thick wide sideburns that grew neatly into the ends of a bushy moustache drooping over his top lip. He got out of the passenger seat in a manner that favored his left shoulder. He had on a cream-colored suede coat that stopped just below the knee, and a .38 in his waistband.

Joe Red was shorter and thinner and younger than Lennie Jack. He got his nickname for an extremely light complexion and a thick curly bush of reddish brown hair; it spilled from under the wide-brimmed black hat cocked low over his right ear. He had on the black leather midi with the red-stitched cape; he had a .45 automatic in his waistband.

They came briskly down the sidewalk and went up the six concrete steps to the entrance of Fraser’s.

An attendant in a somber gray suit and dark tie greeted them at the door.

“We’re here for Bennie Sims,” Joe Red said.

“Come this way,” the attendant said.

He guided them down a narrow hallway past a knot of elderly black women waiting to file into one of the viewing rooms flanking the hall on either side. The hallway reeked of death; the women wept.

They passed three more doors before the attendant led them left at the end of the hall and down a short flight of stairs. A single 60-watt bulb illuminated the lower level. The attendant went past the row of ebony- and silver-colored caskets stacked near the staircase and stopped at a door in the back of the room.

“They’re in there,” he said. He turned and headed back up the stairs. Lennie Jack rapped softly at the door. They stood a few feet back from the doorway to be recognizable in the dim light.

The door cracked.

“This Bennie Lee?” Lennie Jack said.

“Yeah, this it,” said a voice behind the crack.

A man with wavy black hair in a white mink jacket and red knicker boots let them in. He relocked the door.

The room smelled of cigarette smoke. A row of silver metal chairs had been stacked in a neat line on one side, but most of the people come to pay their respects were scattered in the back in tight little clusters, talking and laughing.

At the front of the long room, near a small table of champagne bottles, Bennie Lee Sims’ tuxedo-dad body lay in a silver-colored coffin with a bright satin lining.

His face was dusty with a fine white powder.

Lennie Jack walked over to the coffin. He dipped his fingers in the silver tray of cocaine on top and sprinkled it over Bennie Lee.

Joe Red stepped up behind him and tried to find a spot that wasn’t covered. He finally decided on the lips and scattered a handful of the fine white crystalline powder around Bennie Lee’s mouth and chin.

They moved through the crowd, shaking hands and greeting people. Almost everybody had come to see Bennie Lee off.

The Ware brothers were there: Willie, the oldest at twenty-four; Simmy, who was twenty; and June, who often swaggered as if he were the elder of the clan but still had the baby-smooth face and look of wide- eyed adolescence. He was seventeen.

Pretty Boy Sam was standing in one corner with his right foot resting on one of the metal chairs. He had smooth brown skin and almost girlish features, topped off by a pointed Van Dyke beard. His good looks masked a violent temper.

Pretty Boy Sam had worn his full-length brown mink and brought his woman to pay his respects to Bennie Lee Sims, who had two neat bullet holes right between the eyes and underneath all the cocaine on his face.

Slim Williams was there with his woman. He was a tall, thin dark-skinned man whose left eye had been destroyed by an errant shotgun blast. He now wore a variety of gaily colored eye patches the way he had heard Sammy Davis did when he lost his eye. He had on a patch of bright green and red plaid and stood conversing on one side of the room with Hooker, Woody Woods, and Mack Lee.

Willis McDaniel was not there, but then, he never came. He had probably never considered it, but it was a source of irritation to the others.

Joe Red said, “Hey Jack, he the man. He don’t hafta come see nobody off if he don’t wanta come. Ain’t none of these people thinkin’ bout makin’ him come. Who gon make him come?”

“Why he can’t come like the rest of the people?” Lennie Jack said. “Has anybody ever thought of that, you reckon? He too big now to bring his ass out here to see a dude off? He probably had him ripped anyway. I don’t understand how these chumps let an old man like that just get in there and rule.”

“Now we both know how he got it,” Joe Red said. “He took it. He say, ‘Look, I’m gon be the man on this side of town cause I got my thing together and I got plenty big shit behind me. Now what you motherfuckers say?’ Everybody say, ‘You the man, Mister McDaniel.’ That’s the way he did it.”

“That is the way to take it from him, too.” Lennie Jack said. “We gon get lucky pretty soon. I think he can be had and I know just the way to do it. I got some people working on it. The first thing they teach you in the war is to fight fire with fire, you know?”

He took the tiny gold spoon on the chain around his neck and scooped a pinch of cocaine off the tray Joe Red handed him. He brought the spoon up to his right nostril and sniffed deeply.

The crowd was beginning to drift to the corner of the room where Slim Williams was holding court. Slim was thirty-seven, and much older than most of his audience. Lennie Jack was twenty-six, and Joe Red had just turned twenty-one three days ago.

Slim Williams had diamond rings on three fingers of his left hand, and he was waving them around in a dazzling display and talking about Joe the Grind.

“Joe used to walk into a bar with his dudes with him–he always carried these two dudes with him everywhere he went. He’d walk into a place fulla people and say, ‘I’m Joe the Grind, set up the bar! All pimps and players step up to the bar and bring your whores with you.’”

Slim Williams chuckled. “Then Joe would talk about ‘em. He used to say, ‘You ain’t no pimp, nigger. What you doin’ up here? I ain’t buying no drinks for you. Sit down!’”

Slim Williams laughed; so did everybody else.

“Joe used to rayfield a chump bag dude too,” Slim Williams said. “He used to tell ‘em ‘Just cause you got eight or nine hundred dollars worth of business don’t mean you somebody.’ Then Joe would throw a roll down that’d choke a Goddamn mule and tell the chump: ‘Looka here boy, I just had my man sell forty-two thousand dollars worth of heh-rawn, and I got twenty more joints to hear from fore midnight. Gon sit down somewhere, you don’t belong up here with no big dope men.”

They laughed again and somebody passed the coke tray.

June Ware took his pinch and squared his toes in the eighty-dollar calfskin boots from Australia, via Perrin’s Men’s Shoppe on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

“What happened to Joe, Slim?” June Ware said.

“Oh, somebody shot ‘im in the head in an after-hours joint,” Slim Williams said. “And lemme tell you, youall shoulda been there to see Joe’s wake. It put this thing to shame. Compared to Joe’s, this thing ain’t nothing. This light-weight. They say there was coke in the block wrapped in foil and pure heh-rawn set out on silver trays with diamonds in the sides.

“So they partied all night till twelve the next day, then they all went to Joe’s funeral. After the funeral was over, everybody got on the plane with his woman and went to Jamaica for two days.”

“Say what?” June Ware said.

“Yeah, that’s the truth,” Slim Williams said. “And you shoulda seen that funeral too. They say a broad came over from Chicago in a white-on-white El Dorado, and she was dressed in all white with a bad-ass mink round her shoulders. Then when she came out of the hotel the next day for Joe’s funeral, they say she was in all black. She went to the graveyard and threw one hundred roses on Joe. Then she got in her ride and split. Don’t nobody know who she was. When they had Joe’s funeral march, there was one hundred fifty big pieces lined up for blocks down Madison Boulevard. They pulled a brand new Brough-ham behind the hearse, and when the march was over they took the car out to the trash yard and crushed it.”

“Goddamn Slim!” June Ware said.

Mack Lee, who was twenty-two years old and decked out from the top of his big apple hat to the tip of his leather platforms in bright lavender, came their way with his woman on his arm.

The woman looked about nineteen; she wore diamond-studded earrings and a matching bracelet. She carried a tray of glasses and an unopened bottle of champagne.

“We oughta drink a toast to Bennie Lee,” Mack Lee said, “and ask the Lord how come he made him so stupid.”

The laughter rippled through the room; Mack Lee popped the cork in the champagne bottle and poured the rounds.

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Author Bio:

A native of Natchez, Miss., Smith is a graduate of San Francisco State University, and the Summer Program for Minority Journalists at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism. He began his journalism career as a reporter for the Long Beach, Calif. Independent Press-Telegram.

From 1979 until 2002, Smith served as the Atlanta Bureau Chief and as a national correspondent for Newsweek.

Vern Smith’s work as a journalist, author and screenwriter spans four decades.

 

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BOOK REVIEW: Hypocrisy by D.M. Annechino June 17


Review By Ryder Islington, author of  ULTIMATE JUSTICE, A Trey Fontaine Mystery

If you haven’t enjoyed the writing of D.M. Annechino, you don’t know what you’re missing. I’m not usually pulled into a book so that I read it through in a day. Hypocricy pulled me in.

The plot involves the murder of a research scientist who has created a formula for easing the symptoms, improving the quality of life, and sometimes even extending the life, of cancer patients. Was it  the unhappy ex-employee? The underpaid director of the research facility? A drug company that would lose millions if this drug worked? An ex-lover?

Mind you, I did have a couple of hiccups during the reading. I found it very odd that the major point-of-view character, Homicide Detective Amaris Dupree thought of herself as ‘Dupree’, while addressing her partner, T.J. Brown as T.J. And there were a few places where the dialogue of two people was not separated by a return, so I had to think about who was saying what. On the other hand, the story was so compelling, the characters so well-rounded, that instead of giving up and putting the book down, I read–I had to read–to find out who dun it, and what would happen next.

But the ending! A knock’em dead ending. If you’re a lover of mystery and suspense, this book is for you.

Book Cover - HypocrisyBook Synopsis:
Dr. Lauren Crawford is a brilliant research scientist who discovers a      revolutionary treatment for cancer that not only extends life, but much  improves the quality of life for terminal cancer patients. The treatment, in  some instances, can even cure certain cancers. On the evening before Dr.  Crawford holds a press conference to announce that the FDA has given  preliminary approval of her new cancer treatment, somebody follows her to  her car and puts three bullets in her head. Was it a planned murder with a  motive, a mugging gone badly, or merely a random act of violence?

Two New York City homicide detectives, Amaris Dupree and T.J. Brown, are  assigned to the investigation. The detectives evaluate the circumstances  surrounding Dr. Crawford’s death, and follow a trail of clues that exposes a  sequence of startling facts. One by one, the detectives carefully examine each  suspect and piece together a puzzle with unimaginable implications. As the  investigation gets more intense, and the detectives get closer to solving the  murder mystery, someone threatens Dupree’s life. The detectives now realize that Dr. Crawford’s murder was much more than a homicide. And if they don’t arrest the murderer soon, Dupree might be the next victim.

 

Daniel M. Annechino

Author’s Bio:
Daniel M. Annechino, a former book editor specializing in full-length fiction,  wrote his first book, How to Buy the Most Car for the Least Money, in 1992  while working as a General Manager in the automobile business. But his  passion had always been fiction, particularly thrillers. He spent two years  researching serial killers before finally penning his gripping and memorable  debut novel They Never Die Quietly. His second book Resuscitation (Thomas &  Mercer 2011), a follow-up to his first novel, hit #1 in Kindle sales in both the  USA and UK. He is also the author of I Do Solemnly Swear (Thomas & Mercer  2012). Hypocrisy, is Annechino’s fourth novel.

A native of New York, Annechino now lives in San Diego with his wife, Jennifer.  He loves to cook, enjoys a glass of vintage wine, and spends lots of leisure time  on the warm beaches of Southern California.

 

Below is the blog tour schedule for this book. Note that there are giveaways available. Even though some tour dates have passed, the reviews, interviews and guest posts are still there for your enjoyment.

Tour Schedule for Hypocrisy

May 12 – Peeking Between the Pages – review / giveaway

May 13 – Every Free Chance Book Reviews – review / giveaway

May 14 – Bound 4 Escape – review

May 15 – Reviews From The Heart – review

May 16 – Omnimystery News – guest post

May 19 – Based on a True Story… – review / giveaway

May 20 – Back Porchervations – review

May 21 – Hezzi-D’s Books and Cooks – review

May 22 – A Blue Million Books – book spotlight / author interview

May 23 – The Pen and Muse Book Reviews – author interview

May 26 – Bookaholics Must Read – review

May 27 – Rockin’ Book Reviews – review

May 28 – Let’s Talk About Books – review

May 29 – The Things We Read – review

May 30 – Views From the Countryside – review

June 2 – A Nook of Blankets and Books – review

June 3 – Omnimystery News – author interview

June 4 – By Book or By Crook – review

June 5 – All Things Bookie – review

June 6 – Lizzie in Wonderland – review

June 9 – Brooke Blogs – review / author interview

June 10 – Book Loving Hippo – review / guest post

June 11 – Peggy Ann’s Post – review / giveaway

June 12 – Back Porchervations – guest post

June 13 – A Bookish Escape – review

June 16 – Mary’s Cup of Tea – review

June 17 – Ryder Islington’s Blog – review

June 18 – The Many Thoughts of a Reader – review

June 19 – Hotch Potch – review

June 19 – Library of Clean Reads – review

June 20 – CelticLady’s Reviews – review

 

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Before and After


The good news is, I submitted book two of the Trey Fontaine Mystery series to my publisher. The bad news is a major revision is in order. On the other hand, the good news is, I have a chance to fix the manuscript and make it much better, but the bad news is, I’ll have no time to read, or blog, or breathe, until it’s done.

Here’s some more good news: I judged five published books in the Daphe this year, and plan to review all of them on this blog after the big revision. And I’ve also read several other books this year, and plan to review them this spring/summer. So after my manuscript for ULTIMATE GAME, A Trey Fontaine Mystery is re-submitted, you’ll have the opportunity to read reviews of DEADLY INTERITANCE by Suzanne Rossi, DEEP IN MY HEART by Patricia W. Fischer, STOLEN by Allison Brennan, THE FALLEN ANGELS BOOK CLUB by R. Franklin James, BETRAYED by Donnell Ann Bell.

In the meantime, if you haven’t had a chance to read some of the past reviews and articles, you’ll find over two hundred options for a short read about books, writing, authors, classes, guest posts, interviews, promotions, and moi. I’ll be back.

Expected Doings in 2014


The storms of 2014 seem intent on making everyone, even those of us in the Deep South, miserable. It’s cold and dreary. But that hasn’t stopped me from going forward with my plans for further success this year. Book two of The Trey Fontaine Mysteries, ULTIMATE GAME, has gone to the editor and I’ll so be working on the first revision with her.

In the meantime, I’ve set my sights on the creation of one or two literary works, and have been daydreaming about plots and characters, and the wideness of the genre, or non-genre, as it were.

I’ve been plotting and planning my garden–I think you’ll find that all gardeners start dreaming of the next big harvest during the worst of winter weather. First I must inventory the jars of canned goods on the shelf, and determine what I shall attempt to grow this summer, and then comes the fun of seed catalogs, and plans for visiting the local nursery!

In the meantime, I’m on the search for a crit partner who loves literary novels and is willing to brainstorm and share his or her knowledge of promotion and publication. I know. This blog is disjointed and jumping from one subject to the next. But hey, that’s what the new year brings. An anxious knowledge that another year looms ahead, bright with promise and unknown joy.

I hope everyone takes these winter months to think on what the new year might bring. What new things might be experienced. And what you can do to bring a smile to others. I’ll be back with a list of books I plan to read, a couple of reviews of recent reads, some interviews and showcases of authors and their newest releases, a guest post or two, info on great classes and books for writers,  and updates on my hunt for a crit partner, my goal of creating a new pastermiece–I mean masterpiece, and a fun story here and there to make you smile.

BOOK REVIEW: DEVIL IN THE HOLE by Charles Salzberg


Review by Ryder Islington, Author of ULTIMATE JUSTICE A Trey Fontaine Mystery

This book reminds us that sometimes it’s good to have nosey neighbors, like James Kirkwood, one of the point of view characters in DEVIL IN THE HOLE. Most of this story is told in the points of view of ancillary characters, with a chapter here and there in the point of view of the killer.

When nosey neighbor James Kirkwood notices that the people who live in the house across seem to have disappeared, he calls the police. They find the entire family dead, except for the husband/father John Hartman. As police question other neighbors, co-workers, friends and teachers, a picture of the family comes together like a puzzle. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book in this kind of format, where almost everything you learn about the victims and killer come from what other characters know and think.

I enjoyed this unusual read. It made me think, but not so hard that it became work. It’s a great read for those who enjoy crime/drama, mystery, suspense and social commentaries about our world and the people in it.

Below you’ll find more details about this book, and the author, Charles Salzberg, and also a list of other sites where you can find more reviews, interviews, guest posts by the author, and giveaways. Make sure to leave a comment so your name is put in the hat for a free copy of DEVIL IN THE HOLE.

Devil in the Hole

by Charles Salzberg

on Tour September 1 – October 31, 2013

Book Details:

Genre: Literary psychological crime fiction
Published by: Five Star/Cengage
Publication Date: July 19, 2013
Number of Pages: 253
ISBN: 978-1-4328-2696-3
Purchase Links:

Synopsis:

Devil in the Hole is based on a true crime that occurred over 40 years ago in New Jersey, wherein a man murdered his entire family, wife, three children, mother and the family dog, and disappeared. My novel uses that event and takes off from there, following the murderer on his escape route. Using the voices of people he meets along the way, and people who are affected by his crime, the reader starts to build a portrait of the man and why he did what he did, in addition to following those who are searching for him.

Publishers Weekly Reviews 5-17-2013
This title publishes JULY 2013

“In this smartly constructed crime novel, Salzberg uses multiple viewpoints to portray an unlikely killer who methodically slaughters his family . . . an intriguing collage of impressions and personal perspectives for the reader to ponder.”
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Devil in the Hole by Charles Salzberg. Five Star, $25.95 (254p) ISBN 978-1-4328-2696-3
In this smartly constructed crime novel, Salzberg (Swann Dives In) uses multiple viewpoints to portray an unlikely killer who methodically slaughters his family. When James Kirkland, a neighbor, notices something odd going on at the Sedgewick, Conn., home of the Hartmans, he calls the police. Inside the Georgian-style mansion, police find the neatly executed bodies of Adele Hartman, her three teenage children, and her mother-in-law. John Hartman, Adele’s husband, is missing. Salzberg adroitly creates the voices of Hartman as he tries to establish a new life for himself; Charles Floyd, a senior police investigator who becomes obsessed with finding Hartman; and Kirkland, whose discovery changes his life. A slew of other characters who knew Hartman or who encounter him as he moves around provide snippets of information. The result is not a finished portrait but an intriguing collage of impressions and personal perspectives for the reader to ponder. Agent, Alex Glass, Trident Media Group. (July)
Reviewed on 05/17/2013 | Details & Permalink (July)

Read an excerpt:

Chapter One
James KirklandI knew something was out of whack, only I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Just something, you know. And it wasn’t only that I hadn’t seen any of them for some time. I mean, they’d been living there for what, three, three and a half years, and I don’t think I ever had more than a two- or three-minute conversation with any of them. And God knows, it wasn’t as if I didn’t try.
All things considered, they were pretty good neighbors. Mostly, I guess, because they kept to themselves. Which is certainly better than having neighbors who are always minding your business, or who don’t mow their lawn, or who drop in uninvited, or who throw wild parties and play loud music all night long. They weren’t like that. Just the opposite, in fact. Why, with that great big front lawn and two teenage boys you’d think they’d be out there tossing a football or a Frisbee around, or something. But no. It was so quiet sometimes it was as if no one lived there at all. Though I did hear rumors that the boys had a reputation of being hell-raisers. Maybe that’s why they kept such a tight lid on them when they were home. Because I can honestly say there wasn’t any hell-raising going on in that house that I could see. As a matter of fact, the only way you’d know the house was occupied was when you’d see the kids going to school, or him going off to work, or her and the mother going out to shop. Or at night, when the lights were on.
Which brings me back to the house itself. And those lights. It was the middle of November, a week or so before Thanksgiving, when I first noticed it. I was coming home from work and when I glanced over there I noticed the place was lit up like a Christmas tree. It’s a Georgian-style mansion, one of the nicest in the neighborhood, by the way, with something like twenty rooms, and I think the lights were on in every single one of them. But the downstairs shades were drawn tight, so all you could see was the faint outline of light around the edges of the windows, which gave it this really eerie look. Maybe they’ve got people over, was my first thought. But that would have been so out of character because in all the time they’d lived there I’d never seen anyone go in or out other than them. And anyway, it was absolutely quiet and there were no cars in the driveway or parked out on the street.
Just before I turned in, I looked out the window and noticed the house was still lit up, which was odd, since it was nearly midnight and, as a rule, they seemed to turn in kind of early over there.
The next night when I came home from work and I looked across the street the lights were still on. And that night, before I went to bed, after midnight, I looked out and the lights were still blazing.
After that, I made a kind of game of it. Under the pretense of getting some fresh air, I walked close to the house, as close as I could get without looking conspicuous, and listened to see if there were any sounds coming from inside. A couple of times, when I thought I heard something, I stopped to listen more carefully. But I never picked up anything that might indicate that someone was inside. And each night, when I came home from work, I made it a point to check out the house and make a note of how many lights were still burning and in which windows. I even began to search for silhouettes, shadows, anything I might interpret as a sign of life. And it wasn’t long before I whipped out the old binoculars to take a look, thinking maybe I could see something, anything, that would give me a hint as to what was going on. But when my wife accused me of being a peeping Tom, I put them away, at least while she was around.
There weren’t always the same number of rooms lit, but I noticed there were always fewer, never more. It was as if someone was going around that house each day turning off one light in one room, but in no discernible pattern. I began to think of that damn house during the day, while I was at work, or on the train coming home. It became a real thing with me. I even kept a notebook with a sketch of the house and notations next to each window that had a light on.
At night, I played a game. I began to think of that house as my own personal shooting gallery and, sitting on the window sill in my pajamas, while my wife was either in the bathroom or asleep, I’d choose one of the rooms and aim my imaginary rifle and pop! pop!, I’d shoot out one of the light bulbs. And, if the next night that particular room was dark, I’d get a tremendous rush of self-satisfaction that carried me through the whole next day. It was kind of like one of those video games my kids play. Pretty sick, huh?
I mentioned it to my wife—not my silly game, but the fact that those lights were going out one by one. She thought I was nuts. “Can’t you find anything better to do with your time?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “I’m entertaining myself. Leave me alone.” Then I asked whether she’d seen the Hartmans lately, because I was beginning to have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if something was seriously wrong. That it wasn’t a game anymore.
“No,” she said. “I haven’t. But that’s not unusual. Besides, it’s not as if I’m looking for them. If you ask me, they’re creepy. The whole bunch of them.”
“I know. But maybe . . . maybe there’s something wrong.”
“Go to bed,” she said. So I did, lulling myself to sleep with my imaginary rifle cradled in my arms, as if it would actually afford me some protection just in case something was wrong.
A few nights later, I set the alarm for three-thirty and slipped the clock under my pillow. When the vibration woke me, I got up quietly, so as not to wake my wife, looked out the window and sure enough the same number of lights was burning in the house as the night before. I was puzzled and frustrated because I was dying to know what was going on. I even thought of making up some kind of lame excuse to ring the Hartmans’ bell. But I didn’t have the nerve.
Two weeks later, only three rooms in the house were still lit. Down from eight the week before, fourteen the week before that, the week I began to keep count. I asked my son, David, whether he’d seen the Hartman kid in school, the one in his class.
“We’re not exactly best buds, Dad,” he said. “He keeps to himself. He’s weird. Maybe he’s queer or something.”
“I just asked if you’d seen any of them lately.”
“Not that I can remember. But I don’t go out of my way looking for any of them. They’re a bunch of weirdoes.”
I went back up to my room and stared out the window for maybe fifteen minutes, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I wondered if I should do something.
“Come to bed,” my wife said.
“I’m worried,” I said without taking my eyes off the Hartman house. “There’s definitely something wrong over there.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” she said. “Besides, it’s none of our business.”
“No, I can feel it. Something’s . . .”
She sighed, got out of bed and handed me the phone. “Well, rather than having to spend the rest of my life with a man who insists on staring out the window at the neighbors’ house all night like an idiot, I’d just as soon you called the police and let them put your mind at ease. At least maybe they can get them to turn out all the lights. Maybe then we can get some sleep over here.”
So, that’s how I called the cops.

Author Bio:

Charles Salzberg is a freelance writer whose work has appeared in Esquire, New York magazine, Elle, Good Housekeeping, The New York Times Book Review, The New York Times, GQ and other periodicals. He is the author of over 20 non-fiction books and several novels, including Swann’s Last Song, which was nominated for a Shamus Award for Best First PI Novel, and the sequel, Swann Dives In. He also has taught been a Visiting Professor of Magazine at the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications, and taught writing at Sarah Lawrence College, the Writer’s Voice, and the New York Writers Workshop, where he is a Founding Member.

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Tour Participants

1.    09/02 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Ginas Library
2.    09/03 ~ Showcase & Interview @ CMash Reads
3.    09/04 ~ Review @ Views from the Countryside
4.    09/05 ~ Guest Post @ Lauries Thoughts and Reviews
5.    09/06 ~ Review @ Mommabears Book Blog
6.    09/09 ~ Interview & Review @ The Wormhole
7.    09/10 ~ Review @ Savingfor6
8.    09/11 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Gabina49s Blog
9.    09/12 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Deco My Heart
10.  09/13 ~ Showcase @ The Stuff of Success
11.  09/16 ~ Guest Post @ Omnimystery, A Family of Mystery Websites
12.  09/17 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Words by Webb
13.  09/18 ~ Showcase @ Read 2 Review
14.  09/19 ~ Showcase @ J. C. Martin, Fighter Writer
15.  09/20 ~ Guest Post & Review @ Jersey Girl Book Reviews
16.  09/23 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Keenly Kristin
17.  09/27 ~ Review & Giveaway @ bless their hearts mom
18.  10/03 ~ Interview, Review & Giveaway @ The Nook Users Book Club
19.  10/07 ~ Review & Giveaway @ The Top Shelf
20.  10/08 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Bookalicious Traveladdict
21.  10/14 ~ Review @ Celtic Ladys Reviews
22.  10/15 ~ Review @ My Cozie Corner
23.  10/16 ~ Review & Giveaway @ Ryder Islingtons Blog
24.  10/17 ~ Guest Post @ Writers and Authors
25.  10/21 ~ Showcase @ Hotchpotch
26.  10/22 ~ Showcase, Review & Giveaway @ Deal Sharing Aunt
27.  10/29 ~ Showcase @ Rose & Beps Blog
28.  10/30 ~ Review & Giveaway @ THE SELF-TAUGHT COOK
29.  10/31 ~ Review & Giveaway @ An Adventure in Reading
30.  10/31 ~ Review @ An Adventure in Reading