I would like to thank Rhys Ford for taking the time to talk to us about Dirty Deeds. Check out Beverley’s review of Dirty Deeds here.
Promotion time for a book is always interesting. I end up with a bunch of blogs to write on and when I’m staring at the white blank space in Word, my mind goes to places better left unsaid.
Mostly because it’s like a black hole of suck. Wait, a black hole pretty much defines suck. So, there you go. Double super black hole suckage!
I’ve never considered myself very clever. I’ve wanted to but let’s face it, other than a weird fascination with how to kill people, not so clever on the oh god wow so funny so smart scale. And really, there’s actually no good time to bust out the many ways to debone a human torso.
Certainly not at a family dinner when you’re ten.
Needless to say, all bodily function discussions were forbidden at the table from that moment on. Or maybe even before. I don’t remember. You can’t even say something about spit in front of my mother at the dinner table. And she was an ICU nurse.
I’m pretty sure that’s my fault. I just don’t remember what I said or did to enact that rule. But it stands. To this very day.
I try to be a nice person. I do. But I kill people in my brain. Random strangers. Mostly just because I wonder the circumstances of how they could be killed in odd situations. And then I write about it.
I never pulled wings off of flies as a kid or any of that but the macabre… and mythology fascinated me. It still does. The oddness of human beings is like this incredible puzzle no one can quite figure out all the pieces to. And there’s no picture on the box to tell you what it should look like.
Writing a book is kind of like that for me as well. Especially for the Cole McGinnis series because they are first person mysteries. They kind of have to be a little bit obscure because well, first person. If something was laid out in plain sight for the reader to see, it’s being told by the narrator—who would then know what was going on. Very short book.
Instead, there has to be some sort of path for the character to take. With lots of explosions and blood splatter. Okay that last bit is a bonus but it is there…along with the human things that makes a character a person.
A good character build should have some quirks. Cole’s got a few. He’s got a few kinks and while he doesn’t announce them to himself, they are certainly there. That apothecary chest he’s got in his living room is going to see some action if that’s the last thing he does. And there might be some public sex along the way. He, by nature of creation, is a bit of a risk taker—who has fallen in love with a cautious man.
There is the balance in the books. Jae is the one who has common sense and puts the brakes on but Cole is the one who teaches him how to bungee off of bridges. Just like knowing when to bring up what happens to a sea cucumber when you squeeze it at your little sister, there has to be a time when one can bring up things like jumping from the frying pan to the fire. Jae is good for that where Cole is concerned.
And God does he need it in this book.
Because the poor boy really is my guinea pig in testing out how things…and people… break. And he’s definitely run through the wringer in this one.
It’s a different book. The tension about Jae being on the fence about being with Cole is gone. That was odd to write because all of a sudden, here was this happy and it was good. And I didn’t want to counteract that. They earned that happy. They’ve both bled for it—even if I can’t talk about it at the dinner table.
From the Publisher:
Sheila Pinelli needed to be taken out.
Former cop turned private investigator Cole McGinnis never considered committing murder. But six months ago, when Jae-Min’s blood filled his hands and death came knocking at his lover’s door, killing Sheila Pinelli became a definite possibility.
While Sheila lurks in some hidden corner of Los Angeles, Jae and Cole share a bed, a home, and most of all, happiness. They’d survived Jae’s traditional Korean family disowning him and plan on building a new life—preferably one without the threat of Sheila’s return hanging over them.
Thanks to the Santa Monica police mistakenly releasing Sheila following a loitering arrest, Cole finally gets a lead on Sheila’s whereabouts. That is, until the trail goes crazy and he’s thrown into a tangle of drugs, exotic women, and more death. Regardless of the case going sideways, Cole is determined to find the woman he once loved as a sister and get her out of their lives once and for all.
About the Author
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur, a black Pomeranian puffball and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a purple Bella coffee maker.
My Blog: www.rhysford.com
And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.
My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press. http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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