Book Reviews: Promissory Payback & Unrevealed by Laurel Dewey

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PROMISSORY PAYBACK and UNREVEALED

AUTHOR:  Laurel Dewey
PUBLISHED BY:  The Story Plant

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Promissory Payback  ISBN-13: 9781611880076    ISBN: 1611880076 
Unrevealed     ISBN-13: 9781611880236    ISBN: 1611880238 

GENRE:  Suspense

SYNOPSIS:

PROMISSORY PAYBACK:
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Laurel Dewey’s Detective Jane Perry is quickly becoming one of the most distinctive, dynamic, and unforgettable characters in suspense fiction today. She’s rock hard, but capable of extraordinary tenderness. She’s a brilliant cop, but she’s capable of making life-altering mistakes. She’s uncannily talented, and she’s heartbreakingly human.

In PROMISSORY PAYBACK Jane is called in to investigate the gruesome murder of a woman who profited greatly from the misfortunes of others. The case leaves Jane with little question about motive…and with a seemingly endless number of suspects.

 

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In UNREVEALED, Dewey gives us four indelible portraits of Jane Perry:

ANONYMOUS: One of Jane’s first AA meetings leads her to an encounter with a woman in need of her detection skills…and a secret she never expected to uncover.

YOU CAN’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER: Forced by her boss to speak at a high school career day, Jane meets a troubled boy and finds that his story is only the beginning of a much more revealing tale.

YOU’RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS: An early-morning homicide call introduces Jane to a mystery as layered as it is unsuspected.

THINGS AREN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM: Jane finds herself sharing a 2:00 am conversation at a downtown bar with an old acquaintance. Will the bloody night that proceeded this moment complicate Jane’s intentions?

 

EXCERPT:
From PROMISSORY PAYBACK:

Detective Jane Perry took another hard drag on her cigarette. She knew she needed to quiet her nerves for what she was about to see.

Another victim. Another senseless, gruesome murder that she would add to the board at Denver Headquarters. When Sergeant Weyler called her half an hour ago, she hadn’t even finished her third cup of coffee. “This one is odd, Jane,” he told her with that characteristic tone in his voice that also suggested an evil tinge behind the slaying du jour. “Be prepared,” he said before hanging up. It was a helluva way to start a Monday morning.

As Jane drove her ’66 Mustang toward the crime scene in the toney section of Denver known as Cherry Creek, she tried to look on the bright side. If she’d still been a drinker, she’d be battling an epic hangover at that moment and doing her best to hide it from Weyler. But since becoming a friend of Bill W., her addictions involved healthier options such as jogging, buying way too many pounds of expensive coffee and even briefly joining a yoga group. She stopped attending the class only because the pansy-ass male instructor wasn’t comfortable with her setting her Glock in the holster to the side of her mat during class. Since she was usually headed to work after the 7 AM stretch session, Jane was obviously carrying her service weapon. She wasn’t about to leave it in her car or a locker at the facility. Nor would she be so careless as to hang it on one of the eco-friendly bamboo hooks that lined the yoga room.

So for Jane, it was obvious and more than natural for the Glock to lie next to her as she attempted the Salutation to the Sun pose and arched into Downward Facing Dog. In her mind, there was no dichotomy between the peacefulness of yoga and the brain splattering capacity of her Glock. As the annoying, high-pitched flute music played in the background—a sound meant to encourage calmness but which sounded more like a dying parakeet to Jane—she felt completely safe knowing that a loaded gun was inches from her grasp. The other people in the class, however, did have a problem and they showed it by arranging their mats as far from Jane as humanly possible. None of this behavior bothered Jane until the soy milk-chugging teacher took her aside and asked her to please remove the Glock from class. Since Jane wasn’t about to take orders from a guy in a fuchsia leotard who had a penchant for crying at least twice during class, she strapped her 9mm across her organic cotton yoga t! op and quit.

That’s what predictably happened whenever you shoved a square peg like Jane Perry in a round hole of people and situations that don’t understand the real world. Crime has a nasty habit of worming its way into the most unlikely places—churches, schools, sacred retreats and possibly yoga studios. The way Jane Perry looked at life, yoga might keep your flexible but a loaded gun kept you alive so you could continue being flexible. She knew what it felt like to be the victim of circumstance; to be held hostage by another person’s violent objective. Even though it was a long time ago, she’d never wash the stench from her memory. Her vow was always the same: Nobody would ever make Jane Perry a victim again.

But somebody apparently had made the old lady inside the Cherry Creek house a victim. Jane rolled to the curb and parked the Mustang, sucking the last microgram of nicotine from the butt of her cigarette. Squashing it onto the street with the heel of her roughout cowboy boots, she flashed her shield to the cops standing at the periphery and ducked under the yellow crime tape that was draped between the two precision-trimmed boxwood shrubs that framed the bottom of the long, immaculate brick driveway.

AUTHOR BIO:  

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Laurel Dewey was born and raised in Los Angeles. She is the author of two nonfiction books on plant medicine, a Silver Spur-nominated Western novella, hundreds of articles, the Jane Perry novels, PROTECTORREDEMPTION, and REVELATIONS, and the Jane Perry novelette, AN UNFINISHED DEATH. She lives in Western Colorado with her husband, where she is currently working on a standalone novel.

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My Reviews:

Promissory Payback – Laurel Dewey

Jane Perry  is the no nonsense detective star of Promissory Payback.  She takes her sidearm with her to yoga (or did until the yoga teacher objected, the she quit the class).  She takes nothing at face value and takes BS from no one. 

Ms Dewey had me liking Jane Perry from the outset, she’s sharp but troubled and cuts straight to the heart of solving the case; she also drives a Mustang (one of the best cars in the world, in my opinion!)  

Her other characters are well drawn too, being believable both in terms of personality but also motivation, and with enough detail to make them seem real in the context of a novella, something that is not always easy to achieve. 

The crime is all too believable, with the crime scene one that I found being disturbingly realistic and an essential part of the telling of the tale.  As Perry investigates and the evidence mounts the reality behind the crime is revealed.  There are both cerebral clues which Dewey’s writing ensures the readers understands as well as the obvious more physical evidence there for the reader to see.  

I admit I had it worked out in my head before the final pages, which is always a little bit of a shame, sometimes a final twist or the “I didn’t see that coming” moment are nice, but in this case they didn’t detract from the telling of the story at all. 

This story is a novella and works well in that format, the killing has shades of Christie and could easily have come from the pages of her mysteries as from the pen of Laurel Dewey, the crime, motivation of the criminals, and deed itself are all very believable and there is also a palpable sympathy towards the perpetrators at the end. 

4 out of 5 stars – I really liked it.

Unrevealed – Laurel Dewey

Unrevealed is a compilation of four short stories.  I’ll deal with each of these short stories individually, and sum up a little at the end.

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Many detectives are “damaged” in some way, Jane Perry is not an exception.  She’s an alcoholic.  Her AA meeting is not the most likely place that you expect a case to come from, but that’s exactly where she gets her next case from.  A missing person, a person who was in the World Trade Centre on September 11th in 2001.

This is a great little short story, with a very simple premise, but several twists and the tale unfolds rapidly, but looses none of it’s punch in the telling.  There are several revelations, and each leads to the next until the final reveal.

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And things are certainly not always as they seem.  There is a visceral shock factor to this tale.  What first appears to be the situation rapidly changes to reveal something much, much worse.  I was quite glad that this was only a short, as it’s an uncomfortable tale and one that shocks when you finally find out what’s going on.  Laurel Dewey manages to keep this to almost the very end of the story, and so the relatively long lead in (most of the story) means that it hits even harder at the end.

You’re Only As Sick As Your Secrets

This tale is one of misdirection and redirection and the lengths that some people will go to, to avoid telling the truth.  When a death occurs, instant suspicion falls on the deceased’s husband, but is he guilty of a crime?

Laurel Dewey uses the evidence in this story to describe the events and reveal the truth.

This third short story in this anthology is the one where the truth is perhaps more bizarre than the “crime” that has taken place, I was quite stunned by the ending and how the truth came out.  Sadly I have to say that this had a ring of reality to it that made me shake my head in a “this has to be based on a true story” way.  Whether it is or not who knows, but it was entertaining none the less.

Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

Laurel Dewey keeps you more in the dark with this final tale than any of the previous three stories.  I have to say that of the four short stories in this collection I liked this one the least.  Not because it’s not well written, because it is very well written.  Not because it’s a story badly told because it is a story very well told, hauntingly so.  It is a very believable, very horrible tale.  It puts the reader in quite an uncomfortable place, full marks to Ms Dewey for being able to achieve this.

In Summary:  Whilst I enjoyed each of the individual tales in this collection, the fact that they jumped around in terms of Jane Perry’s backstory bugged me.  In Anonymous, she’s a Private Investigator, in You Can’t Judge a Book By Its Cover, You’re Only As Sick As Your Secrets and Things Aren’t Always What They Seem she’s back in her job as a  homicide detective.  I felt like I was missing something with these stories, particularly between the first two, like a jigsaw puzzle with a piece missing, I felt that there were other tales that I needed to read to have the full picture.   This is OK though because I want to read more by this author and about this detective again.

4 out of 5 Stars – I really liked it.

Laurel Dewey and Jane Perry deserve a little more recognition than they perhaps currently have.  I’d never heard of either until I was asked to review them as part of this book tour.  Both Promissory Payback and Unrevealed have been too short, this is not a criticism per-se, as they work well as novella and compendium of short stories, but I would certainly like to read about Jane Perry in a full length novel.  I will be checking out more of Jane Perry’s adventures soon.

Review Disclaimer:  I received free e-book versions of Promissory Payback and Unrevealed to review as a part of this book tour.  I have received no other endorsement for this review.

Guest Post From Laurel Dewey: My Writing Workspace

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I think every writer has a space where they write best, so it’s a question that I frequently ask other writers, partly to see if I can pick up any tips (mine is sitting on a couch in our conservatory, looking out over the garden), but also because I am that little bit nosey too!

I was delighted when Laurel Dewey agreed to guest post here as part of book tour and review of Promissory Payback and Unrevealed, so for me to ask her about her workspace was of course an obvious question.

So anyway, enough blather from me, over to Laurel:

My Writing Workspace

By Laurel Dewey

            For me, writing a book is like a relationship. You make a commitment and in order for it to be as successful as possible, a good environment is necessary. Think about it—if you start a relationship in the midst of chaos and debris, it might lack a certain necessary clarity as it progresses.

Thus, after months (or even years) of researching a book and after drafting the massive outline, it’s time to actually sit down and get what’s in my head onto the page. For me, that process always begins with a massive cleaning project centered on my workspace. It’s like preparing the area that I’ll be living in (yes, that’s almost literal) for six months or longer for the relationship between my computer and my imagination. Clutter never works when I’m starting out so I pull everything off the desk, discard what shouldn’t be there, file what I want at arm’s length and form neat little stacks of notes, folders and the like.

I then wash the large window that I look out of, giving it a sparkle it hasn’t seen since starting the last book. The same thing goes for the myriad of hanging crystals and cherished rock gemstones I’ve acquired over the years. The rough-cut crystals, raw citrine, calcite and amethyst and more are supposed to confer heightened creativity. I’m not sure if that’s true but I’m not going to risk it and get rid of them now.

When I put everything back on the desk, I do it with great purpose and intention. The coffee cup will always be placed in front of my phone but the combo of astragalus and ginseng that I make every morning and pour into my special insulated teacup goes in a different spot. Yes, yes, I can get very anal about that in the beginning of my projects. The three large penholders have also been cleaned out and all the old, dried up pens are tossed out. I even have my favorite candles that smell like coffee and sandalwood right next to me and plan on lighting to create more atmosphere. The same thing goes for the bowl of sand that holds just one of the many hundreds of pungent incense sticks I’ve bought over the years.

I then carefully place my husband’s photos in front of the window, stand back and admire what a neat and organized person I am.

Then I start to write. And something odd begins to happen. The beautiful order and system I’ve created gradually collapses. A month goes by and then two months and the desk is looking a bit chaotic. The carpet around my chair is stacked with folders that hold hundreds of pages of notes. I could attempt to vacuum the area but why bother? I’d have to lift up everything and where would I put it? Where once there was a glorious three feet or more of empty space on my desk, now I’m lucky to find eighteen inches that is free of paper, bills that need to be paid, more paper, unread catalogs, yet more paper, calendars, checkbooks, books and other odd assortments that don’t belong there. I once found a lonely doorknob in the mess and I have no clue how it got there.

Going into month three, it looks like a nuclear bomb hit. Dead flies, bees and yellow jackets litter the windowsill, the phone, the good luck crystals and the stacks of files. There’s nothing that isn’t dusty, including the computer screen. None of the candles have ever been lit because I remembered that I can be clumsy sometimes and shift paper around too close to the candle flame. The incense is only a quarter of the way burned down because I forgot how I start to choke on the aroma if the windows aren’t wide open. The trashcan has been overflowing for at least three weeks. I can’t find anything by this point except the teacups and coffee mugs.  I say that with the plural because instead of washing them, I just bring in a new one and allow the old ones to gather dust and collect more dead flies. It’s a disaster zone, but I’m still writing and the relationship has hit that period where you find out what each of you are made of. The question becomes can I function within the chaos after having that brief, sweet moment of pristine beauty that began this journey? The answer is usually “yes” and when it’s all done, I sit back and shake my head at all the upheaval around me.

No worries. I’ll start the process all over again and swear it’s going to be different the next time. Really, it will. I promise. 

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Blogging About Books Over Christmas (The 12 Book Days of Christmas)

I’ve mentioned this idea a little before but it’s steadily evolving, here are my latest thoughts.

The twelve book days of Christmas. Boxing Day (26/12), to January 6th, a time of playing with all your Christmas presents, and eating multiple combinations of turkey meals. This year on the blog I want to do something a little different. A post a day about books, and book related stuff, if it’s popular enough I’ll do the whole month of December.

I want to cover my top reads of 2011, others have already suggested titles for posts. If you’d like to suggest something for me to write about, or if you’re a writer and would like to come and do a guest post, promote your latest book, run a giveaway, dress up as Father Christmas (only joking) or if you’ve got your own idea then let me know. Email me with your thoughts/ideas: tontowilliams[at]gmail[dot]com, tweet me @tontowilliams or leave me a message in the comments.

Book Review: An Angel With Fur by Russell Blake

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An Angel With Fur is no ordinary doggy tale, and it’s star ’Lobo’, is no ordinary dog.

Russell Blake narrates the story of how he came to own Lobo and some of the adventures that they had together. Starting from when Russell went ’just to have a look around’ the animal shelter. This true story unfolds and shows the development of the relationship between Lobo and Russell and some of their other canine companions.

I’m sure that many dog owners will recognise aspects of their relationships with their own dogs in this story, and see how incredible the relationship between Russell and Lobo becomes.

This short book packs much within it’s pages, and as the story unfolds and the chapters pass, the very engaging prose, bring smiles, tears and laugh-out loud moments by turn.  The book is well illustrated with the authors own photographs, and there are links to the authors website where there is a dedicated “Lobo” page, with more photographs and video links.

As regular readers of my blog will know, I read many a ’dog’ book, and I rate this amongst the best of them. Russell Blake is a master storyteller, and Lobo the perfect dog tale to tell.

Rating: 5 stars out of 5 – I loved it!

About Russell Blake:

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Russell is the acclaimed author of Fatal Exchange, a groundbreaking genre-blending thriller set against the counter-culture backdrop of New York’s gritty underground, The Geronimo Breach, an action/intrigue/thriller set in Panama, and the Zero Sum trilogy of Wall Street thrillers – Kotov Syndrome, Focal Point and Checkmate.

His first satirical non-fiction work, How To Sell A Gazillion eBooks In No Time (even if drunk, high or incarcerated) was released mid-July, 2011.

An Angel With Fur, his second non-fiction book chronicling the saga of Lobo the miracle dog, released October, 2011.

“Captain” Russell, 52, lives on the Pacific coast of Mexico, where he spends his time writing, fishing, collecting & drinking tequila, and playing with his dogs. He is currently hard at work on a magnum opus of indeterminate plot, topic or genre, tentatively titled The Messiah Cipher; The Delphi Chronicle, an international conspiracy intrigue/thriller based on the true story of U.S. sanctioned hit squads in Central America in the 1980s; a satire/parody about the battle of the sexes; and a panoramic, epic screenplay about…cartoon ninja beavers for whom this time it’s personal, tentatively titled Beaver Team Bravo.

Often referred to as “The Writer’s Writer’s Writer’s Writer,” Russell is also a self-declared guru on everything related to writing, self-publishing and self-promotion.

Russell is a proud member of RABMAD – Read A Book, Make A difference.

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Review Disclaimer:  I received a free copy of An Angel With Fur from the author for this review.  I have received no other endorsement or payment for the review.

Book Review: Moonlight Rises by Vincent Zandri

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Book Details:

Genre: Adult Suspense, Mystery, Thriller

Publisher: StoneGate Ink

Publication Date: August 13,2011

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Synopsis:

Life sucks. Then you die. Or, if you’re Dick Moonlight, first you die and then you live. Dick Moonlight is dead. Really dead this time, now that three President Obama-masked thugs dressed all in black and communicating only with hand-held voice synthesizers pressed up against their voice boxes have beat the life right out of him inside a dark, downtown Albany alley. What are the thugs after? A box. Size, weight, description unknown. They also want him to stay away from his newest and only client: a handicapped nuclear engineer of dubious Russian heritage by the same of Peter Czech.  But then, now that they’ve killed him, Moonlight’s problems seem to be over. In fact, as he undergoes an out of body experience, his soul floating above his train-wreck of a corpse inside the Albany Medical Center I.C.U., he feels pretty damned good. Great in fact. To make death all the more sweeter, his one true love, Lola, is standing by his bedside. With her long dark hair draping her chiseled face and big round Jackie O sunglasses hiding tear-filled eyes, she appears every bit the grieving sig other. Nothing could make the dead-and-gone Moonlight prouder. 

But then something happens. Something bad. A man enters into the I.C.U. Some young guy. He takes hold of Lola’s hand, and pulls her into him. Together, the two share a loving embrace over Moonlight’s dead body. Now, what seemed like a peaceful death is anything but. Moonlight wants back inside his body so he can face-off Some Young Guy and find out if his true love has in fact been cheating on him. At the same time, he wants to find out the true identity of those thugs who killed him so he can exact his revenge. No doubt about it, Moonlight needs to live if he’s going to uncover some pretty painful answers and take care of business.Like a little kid dropping down a playground slide, Moonlight slides right back inside his bruised and broken body. Opening his eyes the white light blinds him. He feels the pain of his wounds and the pain of his breaking heart. Life sucks, then you die. But Moonlight rises.

My Review:

5 out of 5 Stars – I Loved It!

Peter Czech has hired Dick Moonlight to find his father, unfortunately three Obama masked thugs have other ideas and now Moonlight is dead.

This is another awesome read from Vincent Zandri.  The pace is relentless, from the first page to the last, the story reveals it’s tale of death, life, espionage, and families lost.

The story is both hard nosed and at times very funny, with some hilarious moments as Dick Moonlight investigates his latest case.

The characters, in particular Dick Moonlight are both believable and well developed, as you read you become more and more engaged with them and want to know what is going to happen to them next, and the stories pace doesn’t keep you waiting long. 

The story is both believable and also at times will leave you with your jaw open in astonishment, as another turn in the story has you wondering what will be happening next.

This non-stop rollercoaster could very easily be read in one sitting, and this maybe the best way to approach this book, especially if you have other things you want to do, because the desire to find out what happens next will keep you reading and away from what you are probably supposed to be doing.  The good news though is that Dick Moonlight is a series character, so once you’ve finished this one there are plenty more where it came from!

If you’re a fan of crime fiction then I commend Moonlight Rises and it’s author Vincent Zandri to you, he may not be a name your familiar with but he should be!

Review Disclaimer:  I received a free kindle version of Concrete Pearl to review as a part of Vincent Zandri’s virtual book tour.  I have previously read his novels, and so am familiar with his work, but I have received no other endorsement for this review.

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Vincent Zandri is the No. 1 International Bestselling Amazon Kindle author of THE INNOCENT, GODCHILD, THE REMAINS, MOONLIGHT FALLS, CONCRETE PEARL and the forthcoming MOONLIGHT RISES. He is also the author of the bestselling digital shorts, PATHOLOGICAL and MOONLIGHT MAFIA. Harlan Coben has described his novels as “…gritty, fast-paced, lyrical and haunting,” while the New York Post called THE INNOCENT, “Sensational…Masterful…Brilliant!” In March, April and May of 2011, he sold more than 100,000 Kindle E-Books editions of his novels, and is rapidly closing in on the 200K mark all totaled. An MFA in Writing graduate of Vermont College, Zandri’s work is translated into many languages including the Dutch, Russian and Japanese. An adventurer, foreign correspondent, and freelance photo-journalist for RT, Globalspec, IBTimes and more, he divides his time between New York and Florence, Italy.

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Book Review: Adventures of Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles, Vol. II by Edward A. Grainger

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the second volume of stories from Edward A. Grainger a.k.a David Cranmer, and although I gave Vol I five stars too, this second volume has the edge over it’s predecessor in my opinion.

Vol II contains seven new stories including the novella “Origins of White Deer”, which is Cash Laramie’s back story and a sensational ending story in “Reflections in a Glass of Maryland Rye”, which leaves a world of possibilities for a third volume.

Each story is well written, and really conveys what I imagine the old west to have been like.  Life was hard, and justice swift, if you lived by the gun you could expect to die the same way.

Each story is an original but they all sit well together as a collection, seeing Laramie & Miles tracking down criminals and seeing justice done.

Bought up on doses of John Wayne and others, I seem to have neglected the western genre when it comes to my reading material.  The adventures of Laramie and Miles however leave me wanting more, if I had to criticise, it would only be to say the book is too short. 

That said both Vol I & Vol II are available on Amazon for 86p ($0.99) each, and I would recommend anyone to go and check them out, whether you consider you like westerns or not as they are both great, great reads.

Highly recommended!

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Book Review: Suicide Run by Michael Connelly

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a great collection of short stories featuring Harry Bosch, and spanning different times in the detectives back story.

The book as a whole was relatively short and the four stories that it contains include a number of nice cameos from other Connelly characters; Terry McCaleb (Blood Work & The Narrows) and Mickey Haller (The Lincoln Lawyer & The Brass verdict), which was a very nice touch.

As a small collection of short stories, this was a very quick read, and easy to read in a day. Am looking forward to the other short story collection from Michael Connelly that is due out next month.

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