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Welcome to It's Raining Books. Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?
I am a lifelong mystery fan, so when I decided to try to write it was the natural choice. As much as I enjoy solving the puzzle in other people’s books, I love building the puzzles even more. I am attracted to this genre most because it deals with real world issues and is a reflection of human motivations - better than any other genre.
Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.
My hero, Hannibal Jones, has taught me that nothing is more important than the truth, and that you only fail if you give up and stop trying. In his words, “Things are always okay in the end. If things aren’t okay, then it isn’t the end.
Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
I don’t know if it’s odd, but I always have music playing when I write. It’s usually classic rock which tends to have surprisingly inspirational lyrics.
Are you a plotter or pantser?
I always write to a fairly detailed outline. I am both stunned and impressed by those authors who can sit down and write without knowing where their story is going.
Look to your right – what’s sitting there?
A small handful of cashews - my go-to snack when I’m working. Beyond that is my warrior wall - coins from my military days, a painting of a soldier’s grave and a ceremonial sword I inherited from my father-in-law.
Anything new coming up from you? What?
Subtle Felonies has just been released and I’m probably a year away from the next release - but you can look for short stories in various anthologies.
Do you have a question for our readers?
I would love to know how your readers decide which books they will read. What information should we writers share to help them make that choice?
Is retired basketball star Xander Brown missing, or kidnapped? His crazy family and dangerous friends draw DC detective Hannibal Jones into a deadly chase to find – or rescue – a complex man. In public, Xander is a husband, father, partner, friend, but who is he in private? Which role took him away? The search moves at breakneck speed across the posh suburbs and angry alleys of the nation’s capital, forcing Hannibal to confront tough truths and deadly risks. Will DC’s troubleshooter save a life or lose his own?
Read an Excerpt
Hannibal saw the five inches of stainless-steel arcing toward his stomach and managed to swing his right arm down fast enough to stop Cawfee’s arm, wrist against wrist. He gripped Cawfee’s knife hand with both of his own and twisted hard. It didn’t break Cawfee’s grip on the weapon, but he did release Hannibal’s jacket, waving his free arm to keep his balance.
Hannibal let go and jumped back away from Cawfee. Wrestling with a knife in the hand of a bigger man was a losing proposition. He back pedaled, trying to get more distance from that knife, but Cawfee kept charging at him.
“I seen your gun,” Cawfee said, “but I saw how you acted around the women and I figured you wouldn’t go around strapped here at the house. Not so stupid now, huh?”
At that moment, Hannibal felt stupid, thinking Cawfee might make the rational choice. Now he faced a man who looked like he knew what he was doing with a blade, making short feinting slashes at Hannibal. He would have to wait until Cawfee committed before he tried to disarm him.
Cawfee’s eyes lit up and he leaped forward faster than Hannibal thought he could. The blade swished past in front of him, but he lost his footing and fell. His back thudded into the turf and Cawfee dropped on top of him, switching his grip to stab down. Hannibal crossed his forearms, stopping Cawfee’s arm between his fists. Cawfee applied all his weight, forcing the knife down to within an inch of Hannibal’s throat. Both men panted hard with the opposing effort, Hannibal gearing up to push hard to one side.
Then there was a short whoosh and a loud crack sound. The impact sounded to him just like a man driving a ball down the fairway.
About the Author:
Austin S. Camacho is the author of eight novels about Washington DC-based private eye Hannibal Jones, five in the Stark and O’Brien international adventure-thriller series, and the detective novel, Beyond Blue. His short stories have been featured in several anthologies and he is featured in the Edgar nominated African American Mystery Writers: A Historical and Thematic Study by Frankie Y. Bailey. He is a past president of the Maryland Writers Association, past Vice President of the Virginia Writers Club, and one of the directors of the Creatures, Crimes & Creativity literary conference - now in its 10th year. The 8th Hannibal Jones mystery, Subtle Felonies, is scheduled for a September 27 release.
Hannibal saw the five inches of stainless-steel arcing toward his stomach and managed to swing his right arm down fast enough to stop Cawfee’s arm, wrist against wrist. He gripped Cawfee’s knife hand with both of his own and twisted hard. It didn’t break Cawfee’s grip on the weapon, but he did release Hannibal’s jacket, waving his free arm to keep his balance.
Hannibal let go and jumped back away from Cawfee. Wrestling with a knife in the hand of a bigger man was a losing proposition. He back pedaled, trying to get more distance from that knife, but Cawfee kept charging at him.
“I seen your gun,” Cawfee said, “but I saw how you acted around the women and I figured you wouldn’t go around strapped here at the house. Not so stupid now, huh?”
At that moment, Hannibal felt stupid, thinking Cawfee might make the rational choice. Now he faced a man who looked like he knew what he was doing with a blade, making short feinting slashes at Hannibal. He would have to wait until Cawfee committed before he tried to disarm him.
Cawfee’s eyes lit up and he leaped forward faster than Hannibal thought he could. The blade swished past in front of him, but he lost his footing and fell. His back thudded into the turf and Cawfee dropped on top of him, switching his grip to stab down. Hannibal crossed his forearms, stopping Cawfee’s arm between his fists. Cawfee applied all his weight, forcing the knife down to within an inch of Hannibal’s throat. Both men panted hard with the opposing effort, Hannibal gearing up to push hard to one side.
Then there was a short whoosh and a loud crack sound. The impact sounded to him just like a man driving a ball down the fairway.
About the Author:
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WEB SITE https://ascamacho.com/
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Good morning and thank you for featuring my book today! I hope your readers will answer my question about how they choose the books they read!
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ReplyDeleteI liked the excerpt.
ReplyDeleteWait until you see what happens next, Rita!! :-)
DeleteLooking back on your life, who or what makes you instantly light up?
ReplyDeleteThe Christmas tree when we first turn on the lights still does that for me. the turkey coming out of the oven on Thanksgiving day. And the smile on my little grand daughter's face.
DeleteI enjoyed the interview and excerpt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Marcy! If you read my novel you'll love the novel even more.
DeleteThis sounds like an interesting book.
ReplyDeleteWhat's your writing schedule like? Do you write during a certain time period, or just when inspiration hits you?
ReplyDeleteKim, I usually write for a couple hours early in the morning, starting around 6am after brewing a pot of coffee and catching a half hour of local news. Then if the story or characters are calling me, I do some more in the afternoon.
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