Saturday, April 5, 2014

A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Here's What I Know

I thought I would share some 'words of wisdom' from author, JA Konrath.

While he wrote this post about authors, I think a lot of this applies to just about anyone, like this line: "You can curse the rain all you want, but you'd be better off getting an umbrella."

Hope you enjoy !!


A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Here's What I Know: Be self-aware. Be deliberate. Don't be a pinhead. Publishing is a business. Writing is an art. You may not enjoy the business, but...

Friday, April 4, 2014

Radio Interview - 97.3 WTIM (Monday: 04/07/14)

On Monday, April 7th, at around 8:30 am (give or take), I will conducting a radio interview, courtesy of 97.3 WTIM (Taylorville), with Morning Show host Matt McLemore. We will be discussing my latest novel, Queen's Gambit. 

If you live in the Christian County area you can listen to it live. 

You can also listen live, by visiting their website at: http://www.taylorvilledailynews.com/pages/index.cfm?id=115



Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Author Interview - Tom Bradley Jr.

I recently had the opportunity to sit down and interview Tom Bradley, author of The Kona Shuffle and The Hilo Hustle.

 Me: Describe The Kona Shuffle in 26 words or less.
  
Tom Bradley (TB): When a backpack full of stolen jewelry goes missing, private eye Noelani Lee matches wits with mainland crooks and greedy locals to find the lost rocks.

Me: How does a Pennsylvanian who’s lived in California, Texas and Vegas, wind up writing a story set in Hawaii? Do you have an aversion to the fly over states?

TB: Maybe deep down I’m Hawaiian? No? Okay, well we vacation there every year—pick an island, book a flight, and settle in for a week in a timeshare condo. Well, the Big Island is my favorite and after one trip there several years ago, I started having flights of fancy about writing a novel set there. Especially after we saw the black-sand beach at Punalu’u. The place exudes some kind of magic for me, which I play off in my current project, THE PAHALA TWIST.

That’s pretty much it. And while I have nothing against fly over states, I’ve driven through them. So I know for a fact, there’s a reason why they are called “fly over states.”

Me: Your character, Noelani B. Lee, is a Private Investigator. What was your attraction to that career and what was the reason for choosing a female lead?

TB: I’ve always loved detective fiction, dating back to when I was a kid, devouring Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie tales. I still love them. So, fancying myself a crime/mystery/caper writer, I decided to make my main character a PI. How she became a woman was, almost literally, an evolutionary step. Plus I think it’s a challenge to write a female character, although she is one with a hormonal condition that leaves her with some male traits. But she’s cool, she’s smart, and she’s got enough flaws to make her interesting. Like most women I know.

Me: Mystery writers are an odd bunch. Alcoholic beverages aside, what, or who, would you say influenced your work the most?

TB: Other mystery and crime writers, most notably the late, great Elmore Leonard and Carl Hiaasen. I’ve drawn a tremendous amount of inspiration from those guys and some others. As for the booze, I really don’t drink much when I write. Though what qualifies as “much” is relative.

Me: Most people pick up a book and don’t realize just how much work goes into writing. What would you say was the hardest part?

TB: Looking at that blank first page and think, “What the hell am I doing?” But once the story starts to flow, and especially when you have good days and you crank out a couple thousand words or so, it almost seems too easy. Then you edit it and you think, “Oh wow, this is awful.” But that’s where the real fun comes in for me. I love editing, and I have no problem slashing and burning my own writing. I know crap when I read it, and if I write crap, I take no offense from myself for destroying the village in order to save it.

Me: Did your original idea for the ending actually survive until the end or did you alter it along the way?

TB: Nope. The ending of THE KONA SHUFFLE is a far cry from what I planned at the outset. But it works much better.

On the other hand, the ending for THE HILO HUSTLE came out just as I anticipated, with some minor variations.

Me: You just released The Hilo Hustle in early February, the sequel to The Kona Shuffle. Any plans for a third book, The Mauna Loa Macarena perhaps? 

TB:  I’m off-and-on writing THE PAHALA TWIST as we speak, and am collecting mental plot notes for future novels THE WAIMEA TWO-STEP and THE PUNA SHAKE. But THE MAUNA LOA MACARENA? Kinda has a ring to it. Can I keep it?

Me: Tom, thank you for taking the time out to share your story with my readers. Now get back to work and keep churning out more good reads! If you are looking for a good upcoming summer mystery read, set in a warm tropical paradise, then I recommend that you check out Tom’s book.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Queen's Gambit - 1st Newspaper Article (Breeze Courier)

For those of you in Christian County area, the local newspaper, the Breeze Courier, did an article on the release of Queen's Gambit. It is in the March 30th, 2014, Sunday edition.

Hope you enjoy it.


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Queen's Gambit - Now Available at Amazon

Queen's Gambit is now officially available at Amazon.

Please remember, this is book two in the James Maguire series. If you have not read Perfect Pawn, I highly recommend you read that one first as it provides the foundation for the sequel.

Once again, I would like to thank everyone for their continued support. I would ask that you share this with your family and friends that enjoy good mystery / thriller books.

http://www.amazon.com/Queens-Gambit-Maguire-Andrew-Nelson-ebook/dp/B00J7XKQG4

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Smashwords Author Interview - Andrew G. Nelson

Did an interview over at "Smashwords" - Little more indepth then most and covers a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy the insight into what makes me tick. 

(Warning: The side effects from reading about what makes me tick  are most likely NOT covered under the Affordable Care Act.)



Friday, March 21, 2014

Queen's Gambit - Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE


Northeast New Hampshire
Tuesday, October 16th, 2012 – 12:14 p.m.

Hunting Keith Banning was like trying to catch a ghost.

It had been nearly six months since the two men had battled it out with each other. The fight had effectively ended in a draw, with Banning fleeing, a knife wound to his leg, and Maguire racing to defuse the explosive vest Banning had strapped to Melody Anderson’s chest. Since then, Maguire had dedicated every resource at his disposal to pursuing the man.

He crouched down on the rocky outcropping and peered out into the valley below him. Anticipation and frustration seemed to be Maguire’s constant traveling companions lately.

In the beginning, the New York State Police investigators assigned to the Banning Task Force had been reluctant to share the information they had compiled. Maguire understood their apprehension, even if he didn’t agree with it. They had lost two of their own and didn’t want to risk anything jeopardizing their investigation. However, as the leads began to dry up they reluctantly came to accept that the case had gone cold. At that point, it didn’t seem as if they had anything to lose. 

Maguire brought a wealth of investigative experience to the mix, along with certain financial assets, which gave him a lot more resources at his disposal. He also wasn’t encumbered by the same jurisdictional restrictions that they were.

A gentleman’s agreement was reached that dictated if Maguire uncovered anything; he would not take any action without notifying the state police, unless there was an imminent threat to Maguire, Tricia Browning or any innocent bystander.

While Maguire had agreed to the conditions, he certainly had no intention of complying with them.

In the end, Keith Banning was a killer, living in a twisted fantasy world where he viewed the conflict between himself and Maguire as part of some deranged chess game. It was a game that Banning would never quit playing until one of them was dead.

Maguire fully intended to provide that closure to him via a well-placed shot to Banning’s head.

It might have sounded cold and ruthless to some, but the reality was that Banning had long ago crossed a line from which there was no coming back. Maguire had seen it before; some people just developed a blood lust. During the fight at Melody’s house he had seen that same look in Banning’s eyes; the absence of any compassion or empathy. People had ceased to exist to him. They had devolved into nothing more than game pieces to be used, moved, and sacrificed for nothing more than his enjoyment.

There would be no rehabilitation for him. A prison cell simply held no meaning. For Keith Banning it would be a place to plan his next move, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Maguire could not accept that risk. As long as Banning breathed air he was a threat to the people Maguire loved.

Banning had already been linked to the deaths of five people, including Maguire’s parents, and he was considered the prime suspect in the deaths of at least a dozen others. Tricia Browning, Maguire’s old high school girlfriend, still had not been found and it was unclear whether she was alive or dead.

The investigation had proven to be both physically and mentally exhausting.

While they all still referred to him as Keith Banning, for the sake of investigative consistency, it seemed that no one knew who Banning really was. In all, they had uncovered at least seventeen different identities, but the vast majority proved to be nothing more than wild goose chases. As if the personas he had created were designed, not for his benefit, but to sidetrack anyone looking for him.

The state police had gone to great lengths to plaster Banning’s photograph all throughout the North Country. In the beginning the leads came in droves. He had been seen from Canada to D.C. and as far west as Indiana. In each case investigators were sent, but it was either a case of mistaken identity or they arrived too late. It had become readily apparent to those on the task force that Banning was toying with them.

The latest sighting had brought Maguire up to this remote hunting cabin in northeast New Hampshire.

He had slipped in under a waning crescent moon, taking advantage of the minimal ambient light, and set up an observation post about three-quarters of a mile from the cabin. The cool weather helped to create a nice contrast for the thermal imaging goggles. He had kept it under observation for two days, but there had been no movement in or around the place. When he was sure that there was no one watching him, he made his way slowly down the mountainside to the small rustic cabin.

An examination of the building’s interior, and the surrounding area, revealed indications that someone had been there recently, but nothing that would specifically link it to Banning. It was either a case of mistaken identity or just another game of cat and mouse that he was playing.

Maguire reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving his cell phone and calling the now all too familiar number.

“Please tell me you found something, anything,” said the voice that answered.

“Empty.”

“Fuck.”

Lieutenant Dennis Monahan sat at his desk, at the New York State Police, Troop B Substation in Keenseville, New York and clasped his forehead with his hand.

“There are signs that someone has been here, but nothing that indicates it was Banning,” Maguire replied. “I’m guessing it was just someone who may have taken a wrong turn.”

The lead had sounded promising when it had first come in. A local resident had been out mowing his lawn and observed an old pickup truck with New York plates heading up the mountain. He thought it was suspicious because there were only two other houses farther up the road, one of which he knew was supposed to be vacant.

Maguire had been in Nashua, New Hampshire conducting some re-interviews when the call had come in. Being so close he had offered to do a quick sneak and peek. Given his background as a former U.S. Navy Seal, he certainly had the capability to do it covertly. No one had wanted to generate any more attention than absolutely necessary in order to avoid the risk of possibly spooking Banning.

Monahan rubbed his weary eyes.

How much longer will this go on? he wondered. Something had to give eventually, didn’t it?

“What’s happening on your end?” asked Maguire.

“Nothing. Everything has pretty much dried up. In fact I’m beginning to get pressure from Albany to start releasing personnel back to their units. The feds pretty much pulled all of their people out after the TV cameras left. In fact, all I’ve got left now is a U.S. Border Patrol agent to act as an intermediary with DHS.”

“Not to sound too pessimistic, but he’ll probably be gone after the first week in November.”

Monahan grimaced on the other end, because he knew Maguire was right. Everyone did the right thing when their political reputation was on the line, but once the votes were cast next month things would go back to normal soon enough.

“What are you going to do now?” Monahan asked.

“I’ll take a second look around the perimeter and see if I can pick up anything,” Maguire said. “Then I’ll do a follow-up interview with the witness. Maybe he can remember a bit more of what he saw.”

“Ok, well call me if you find out anything else.”

“I will,” Maguire replied and ended the call.

He sat looking out over the picturesque valley in front of him.  Below him a crystal clear blue lake sat nestled in among the trees, reflecting back the image of the white clouds that hung in the sky, above the water. The fall colors were beginning to take hold with splotches of red, orange and yellow mixed-in with the green leaves. It was like an autumn painter’s pallet. In just a few short weeks it would all be gone, replaced with a blanket of snow that would last until spring.

He felt a sense of weariness now as he looked out at the foliage. The beauty he saw belied the truth, which was that death was coming soon. Somewhere, Keith Banning was waiting for the right moment to strike.

Would he be ready for the coming battle?

“Not like this,” he said out loud.

The hunt had been taking its toll on him lately. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been back home or the last time he had felt the warmth of her skin on his. 

He looked down at the phone, selected a number and waited for it to connect.

 “Hey, cowboy,” Melody said when she answered. “When are you coming home?”

“I was just thinking about that.”

“Don’t think about it too long, I need you back here in my arms.”

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Maryland right now,” she replied. “I couldn’t take being cooped up in that fortress you have created for me, not knowing when my brave knight was going to come rescue me.”

Maguire had not wasted any time after the attack at Melody’s house. He had overseen the complete overhaul of the security arrangements. In addition to the physical security changes at the home, there was now a twenty-four / seven protection detail that accompanied Melody and her executive assistant, Genevieve Gordon, wherever they went.

At first Melody pushed back on the increased security, but Maguire held his ground and she ultimately relented. Well that wasn’t exactly accurate. After the incident she had purchased the land on the other side of Meadow Lane and had a pier constructed. She conceded the new security arrangements on the condition that Maguire relocate his houseboat from the other side of the Shinnecock Bay to the new dock.

Maguire protested, but they both knew it was only a token attempt. It still afforded him a certain level of autonomy, at least for now. Plus he also enjoyed being closer to her.

“It’s not that bad,” he replied. “Is it?”

“We’ve reached a modified agreement,” Melody said.

“Like how modified?”

“The bedrooms are off limits, along with the gym.”

Maguire thought about that for a moment. He knew just how intrusive a protection detail could be, but at the same time there was a very good reason for having them there. Both women possessed Melody and Genevieve were two very strong willed personalities. He knew that it was best to pick and choose which battles he fought with them.

“That’s fine,” Maguire said. “What’s left for you to do down in Maryland?”

 “Nothing, it’s just a pit stop actually. Gen and I went to the R&D facility in Montana for a visit. I left her out there for a few extra days while I came back to do some paperwork and a bit of lobbying in D.C.,” she replied. “I’m just waiting for her to get back here and then we will fly back to Long Island together. We should be home tomorrow afternoon. What about you?”

“I’m finishing up here and coming home.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, as much as you have missed me being in your arms, I’ve missed holding you in mine as well, angel.”

Melody leaned back in the burgundy leather wingback chair, swiveling in it until she was staring out the panoramic window in her office at the rolling hills of eastern Maryland in the distance. She found herself biting her lip at the image that was playing in her mind.

“For how long?” she asked.

“Well if you’re kicking the security people out of certain parts of the house, I guess you’re going to need someone to keep a closer eye on you for a while.”

“Then again, you’re the kind of bodyguard a girl could get used to.”

“My place or yours?” he asked.

“You sound tired, James,” she said. “Come over to the house when you get back. Let me watch after you for a while.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I get into the city.”

“Be careful, cowboy.”

“Always, angel,” he replied.

Maguire stood up and walked back toward the cabin. He would take one last look around and call it a day.

Fifty feet away, and mounted about half way up the trunk of one of the innumerable red spruce trees, a camouflaged wireless security camera sat nestled among the branches. Like a silent sentinel, it sent its signal to a transmitter which then broadcast the feed through the airwaves.

A little over one hundred miles away, the man, known simply as Keith Banning, sat in front of laptop computer watching the image in real time.  It was the first time since that fateful evening in May that he had laid eyes on his adversary.  In a way he felt a sense of relief. He had begun to worry that the state cops had shut him out.

He reached down and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the desk. Banning withdrew one, lighting it up and inhaled deeply.

He had toyed with the cops for months hoping to instigate a response. Finally, he saw a glimmer of hope that their game could begin anew.

It’s good to see you again old friend, he thought.

Banning leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk, and looked out the window of the cabin. He took a drag on the cigarette and tapped it on the ashtray that sat on the desk.


Maguire had finally initiated the first move in their latest game. Now it was his turn to repay the favor.