BURNING HEARTS Now Out In Paperback

BURNING HEARTS is my first born so to speak…my debut novel. This classic whodunit with an endearing love story began its publishing journey as an ebook. It’s also been called a sweet historical romantic suspense novel. And I was thrilled to have it in electronic format and still am.

Now my wonderful publisher, Desert Breeze, has brought it out in paperback and I’m delighted.

BURNING HEARTS: (Historical Murder Mystery with Romance, mid-1940s)

—arson/murder, action, and romance

—Sweet romance, sophisticated themes presented tastefully

—Finaled in 2011 Grace Awards Romance/Historical Romance category

Can a sheltered young seamstress, disillusioned by the horrors of WWII, escape an arsonist/murderer who has killed her employer and mentor, while trying to decide if she can trust the dashing war hero who’s ridden into town on his Harley—who some say is the murderer?

Erica Brogna’s parents doted on her and taught her to think for herself. Many boys she grew up with had fallen in the WWII, shaking her childhood faith. In rides a handsome stranger, at the hour of her most desperate need. A woman who is her close friend and mentor is trapped in a burning house. After making an unsuccessful rescue attempt, Erica stands by as this man rushes into the inferno and carries her friend’s lifeless body out.

Lorne Kincade can’t out run his past on his Harley Davidson WLA, the civilian model of the motorcycle he rode in the war. He’s tried. He’s been a vagabond biker in the year since the war ended. His Uncle Ivar bequeathed him a ramshackle cottage in Sanctuary Point, on the Great South Bay of Long Island, NY and now he’d like to hope for a future again, repair the miniscule place, and settle down. The only problem is, a young woman with hair the color of mink is starting to get under his skin and that’s the last thing he needs.

 

EXCERPT:

Chapter One

Long Island, New York

September 1946

Erica Brogna hurried down Hill Street, eager to sketch her new design, a forest green taffeta dress with a swirling skirt for a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary — her first significant assignment. She paused to inhale the salt scent on the ocean breeze, and her gaze lingered on a copse of red, rust, and gold maples near Ada’s house and dress shop.

She smiled, pulling her cardigan tight around her, and dropped the newspaper Poppa asked her to bring to her mentor and employer. She retrieved the paper and saw Bess Truman smiling as she entered Walter Reed Army Hospital. With the war over, the First Lady visited broken soldiers in long-term care. Erica slapped the paper closed before rage and depression overtook her. So many boys had not come home.

Chin jutted out, she smoothed the pleats of her skirt and marched toward Ada’s house.

She’d think on pleasant things and hand the paper over without a fuss as she did every morning.

Nothing would ruin this day.

She climbed Ada’s wooden front steps and opened the door.

Smoke filled the living room Ada had turned into a fabric shop. Erica waved a hand in front of tearing eyes. Gray vapors, like swirling fog, partially obscured bolts of fabric stacked against the opposite wall.

“Ada! Ada, answer me please.” Dropping the newspaper, Erica rushed toward the stairs, trampling Bess Truman’s image. “Ada can you hear me?”

Coughing, she grabbed on to the cutting table in the middle of the room, steadied herself, and reached for the phone — no dial tone. Perhaps the fire melted the line.

She yanked the collar of her blouse over her nose and mouth against the smoke. The stairs loomed before her, seeming as impossible to scale as Mount Everest. She lunged forward, gripping the baluster, and thrust herself up two steps. Since Ada wasn’t outside, she had to be upstairs.

As Erica climbed, the smoke thickened and swirled around her. It was darker with each step.

One hand clasped the rail and pulled, and she advanced a few more steps. Heat blasted against her skin from above, and soft crackling sounds drew her gaze to the upstairs landing.

Squinting into the smoke, she lost her grip on the banister, missed the next step, and fell backward tumbling to the bottom.

The back of her head smacked against the baluster, and wooziness followed sharp pain.

She tried to stand but couldn’t get her bearings.

Will triumphed over ability. She hoisted herself, ignoring the dull throb at the back of her skull. Her palms stung, the skin scraped off during her fall. She took a deep breath, and a coughing fit seized her. Shallow breaths were the better alternative.

Planting her penny loafer on the bottom step, Erica began her climb again, shaken but with new resolve. If she could reach the top of the stairs, she could also make it to Ada’s bedroom.

Halfway up, the scratches on her palms pulsated as the temperature rose. So did her knees — must’ve scraped those, too. The pungent smoke shrouding her darkened, and grit clung to her skin. She couldn’t see the banister or the top of the stairs and each breath took effort.

Poppa’s lectures on fire drills flashed into mind — stay low in a fire to get fresh air. She dropped to her knees and crawled, ignoring her pain. A sickening smell made her stomach lurch.

Inch by inch she crept, now three quarters of the way up. Hot, putrid air assaulted her windpipe, and she doubled over, her insides trembling.

Heaving herself forward, she maneuvered up one more step, but the smoke pushed back, choking her. She sobbed, knowing she couldn’t make it to Ada, and scrambled down, hoping she could find help.

 

ENDORSEMENTS:

“Right from the start, BURNING HEARTS captured my imagination and tweaked my curiosity. Nike Chillemi certainly knows how to set a scene and ignite excitement.” ~~ Athol Dickson, three time Christy Award winning author of LOST MISSION and THE OPPOSITE OF ART

“The action starts with Chapter One and keeps on going… I loved the way the hero rode in to the rescue on a bike instead of a white horse and turned out to be a true hero in more ways than one. If you’re looking for a clean romance, the couple is young and innocent, and the romance has the flavor of sweet, young love that it is.” ~~ Barbara Robinson, author of LAST RESORT, posted at Southern Christian Inspirational Blog

“Burning Hearts is much more than what the title implies—romance. It is an arson murder story set in fictional Sanctuary Point, a village on Long Island, New York, during the post World War II era. Readers are swept into this 1940s period by well-researched descriptive prose as debut novelist Nike Chillemi weaves language, foods, businesses, clothes and vehicles to create a vivid step back into the past. This inspirational novel is a guaranteed page-turner…” ~~ Mark Young, Hook ‘em and Book ‘em Blog

“One of the things I most enjoyed about the story was the romance between Erica and Lorne. They were attracted to each other almost immediately, but were unwilling to act on it… enjoyed reading Burning Hearts. It is an inspirational story full of love and hope. Anyone who loves a good mystery paired with a sweet romance should certainly pick up a copy of Burning Hearts.” ~~ Long and Short Reviews

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Murder in Wine Country, CRUSHED by Barbara Ellen Brink

My dad was a wine aficionado. I grew up with a still in the basement of our home in upstate New York on which he made his dandelion wine. He and his friends Stanley Kaminski and Eugen Chamberlain would gather at one another’s houses about every other month for wine tastings. They were very dignified about it. I quickly learned as a girl that when my dad spoke of ”legs” he was not taking a covert peek at some sweet young thing, he referred to the way the wine clung to the inside of the glass.

I’m convinced our Lord appreciated wine, perhaps this is one of many reasons why I’ve been so excited about Barbara Ellen Brink’s murder mystery series set in California wine country…so much so that I had to get the first book in the series a for my to read list, ENTANGLED.

I’m equally interested in the second novel in the series CRUSHED…and felt compelled to ask Barbara a few questions about CRUSHED.

Nike:  Readers say your characters are so well defined. What gives us the feeling we could actually know Margaret and Adam….put flesh on their bones, so to speak?

Barbara:  I think readers relate to Margaret and Adam because they’re real. They aren’t perfect, cardboard cutouts in a fairytale world. They have regrets, make bad choices, sometimes say the wrong thing or jump to conclusions and get angry. Margaret’s been a single mom since she was sixteen and struggles with being there for her son but desiring a life apart from motherhood. Adam is fresh out of college and never had a real responsibility, but sees something in this young woman that is so refreshing that he pursues her in spite of her initial standoffishness.

Nike:  You like to use humor. How does comic relief play it’s role in this story?

Barbara:  There are some dark moments and a couple of very creepy characters in Crushed, but throughout the story there’s always a connection of family and friends working together – and as anyone with siblings knows – family means teasing. Adam and his sister Billie tend to banter back and forth but I’ve always felt the winery’s office secretary, Sally, is the queen of fun. She has a quick tongue and wit about her that always lightens the mood around the winery.

Nike:  As I mentioned earlier, my dad was an at home, amateur wine maker. Barb, what is your fascination with wine?

I didn’t grow up with a still in the basement, but we did harvest and sell wine grapes from our fruit farm in Washington State when I was a kid. Vineyards weren’t as prevalent in Washington back then, but now the state’s wine production is second only to California. Even here in Minnesota we have dozens of vineyards and wineries.

In my research I found the whole winemaking process to be quite fascinating. If you ever get a chance to visit a winery and tour their facilities, it’s worth a stop, whether you enjoy wine or not. The wine trend in America has been strong for a dozen years or so now and doesn’t seem to be fading anytime soon. Wine is viewed as mysterious; it has a mystique of its own. With that in mind, the Fredrickson winery seemed like a good setting for murder and mayhem. Wine definitely pairs well with mystery and suspense.

Back cover blurb:

Creating the perfect wine can sometimes be murder…

When Adam Fredrickson shows up at his sister’s California winery, footloose and carefree, looking for a temporary job and a chance to play his music, he doesn’t expect to find the winery struggling financially, or that the girl next door might just be the girl of his dreams.

Margaret Parker, a single mom, newly hired as chief winemaker at Fredrickson’s, finds her simple world put to the test when her father is unexpectedly released from prison, and the man who got her pregnant at fifteen, shows up from Italy wanting to play daddy nine years too late.

It’s crush time at Fredrickson Winery and everyone is working feverously to get the grapes in and ensure a great vintage. No one expects murder to be part of the joyous harvest season.

Excerpt:

She opened the door, her eyes slanted against the afternoon sun that poured through the screen. A man stood there, a duffel bag and leather guitar case propped against the porch railing, his hands jammed in the front pockets of a baggy pair of jeans. He stared across the south vineyard toward Fredrickson’s winery.

“Can I help you?” she asked, keeping the screen door closed between them.

He was a stranger but something about his jaw line seemed familiar. His shaggy auburn hair glistened in the sun as though full of burning embers. When he turned to face her, surprise was evident in his expression. “This isn’t Fredrickson’s, is it,” he said. He frowned and glanced down at a map folded in his hand.

“Nope.” Margaret opened the screen to step out on the porch beside him. Harvest time was close and the almost overpowering sweetness of vine-ripened grapes mingled with the man’s musky scent.  His t-shirt was damp with perspiration along the neck and sleeves, and he smelled like Davy did when he came home from playing soccer after school. She glanced over his shoulder but didn’t see a car in the driveway. She pointed across the field where he’d been staring moments before. “Fredrickson’s is on the other side of that vineyard. You’re almost there. Just another half mile down the road.”

He groaned, reluctantly lifted his bags, and slipped the straps over his shoulders.  “Half a mile, huh? Great.” He blew out a breath of frustration. “It’s my own fault. I should have called Billie for a ride, but I thought—hey, this is California, everyone hitches. Darned if I didn’t have to walk the last ten miles. Apparently, folks around here are either leery of hitchhikers or they want to kill them. That was the most dangerous road I’ve ever walked on.”

“You know Billie Fredrickson?” Margaret asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.

He nodded. “Sure. I’ve known her since I was a baby. She’s my sister.” His gaze abruptly left her face and traveled downward with blatant male appreciation, as though suddenly seeing her for the first time. He grinned and whistled through his front teeth. “I am definitely in California. Has anyone ever told you you’re the spitting image of Marilyn Monroe?”

Margaret crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard a man express appreciation of her resemblance to the Hollywood icon. In fact, in the past year it had been almost commonplace. So much so, that she contemplated dying her hair a dark shade of brown. But this time it didn’t irk her—it angered her. Maybe because he was Billie’s brother, or maybe because he was an immature, scruffy, smelly man, and she’d taken an instant dislike to him. Whatever the case, there wouldn’t be any happy family get-togethers during the holidays if Handel married this jerk’s sister.

“Gee, aren’t you original. Your sister must be so proud.” She snapped the screen open, stepped inside, and let it bang shut behind her before she closed and locked the front door.

***

“Terrific.” Adam stared at the ancient two-story house. Billie would not be happy. He’d just offended one of her neighbors. Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut? A curtain fluttered at a side window and that was slammed shut too.

He let his gaze follow the curves and lines of the shuttered house looming before him. It was a pretentious farmer’s shelter to say the least, the windows inset with ornamental framing, three chimneys rising collectively toward the sky, and a center tower that may once have held a bell, but was now enclosed. He shouldn’t be surprised by the inhospitable reaction of the owner. Only a snob would live in a house with a bell tower.

He squinted up at the tower room. It did add an air of mystery to the structure. It probably had great acoustics too. Not to mention, the view from the windows would be amazing with a panorama of the valley and vineyards. He could imagine plugging in his guitar and jamming up there. He shook his head and turned away, retreating down the oak-lined driveway. That was something he’d never experience.

Adam picked up his pace when he heard the sound of an engine roaring to a stop at the end of the driveway. Maybe he could catch a ride. A school bus had pulled onto the shoulder of the road. The door opened. A young boy slowly hopped down the steps, one at a time, as though he had all afternoon.

“Hurry along, Davy. I haven’t got all day.” The driver scratched at his forehead where gray hair poked free of a baseball cap.

The boy took a leap and landed on the ground about five feet from the bus, a backpack clutched in one hand and a soccer ball in the other. He dropped the ball and waved. “Thanks for the ride, Mr. Hadley.”

The driver grunted, pulled the door closed, and shifted into gear.

Adam picked up the dropped ball and bounced it from one thigh to another, tapped it with the side of his foot and sent it back to the boy. The kid dropped his book bag to catch the ball and stared in awe. “Cool!  Are you a professional soccer player?” he asked, blonde hair hanging limply over his forehead and in his eyes. He combed it back with one hand and kicked the ball to Adam.

“Nope, but I played in college.” He deftly kicked the ball up and bounced it from his head and back again. “It takes a lot of practice.”

The boy bounced the ball off his head, but it flew too high and rolled along the driveway toward the house. “Sorry.” He picked up his book bag and started running after the ball, then stopped and looked back. The tip of his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. “Hey, what were you doing at my house?” he asked. “Are you a friend of Uncle Handel’s?”

The depth of Adam’s stupidity hit him like a roller derby queen. Not only was Marilyn Monroe his sister’s neighbor, she was also his sister’s boyfriend’s sister. That was a lot of sister problems. He shook his head. “I’m Billie’s brother, Adam. And you are?” he asked, already knowing the answer. The son of the woman who hated him.

“I’m Davy.”

“Davy!” his mother called from the front porch, her voice sharp and forceful, not at all like the breathy movie star she resembled.

“I better go,” Davy said, his grin contagious.

Adam grinned too. He watched Davy run toward the house and his waiting mom.

Barbara Ellen Brink is the author of the Fredrickson Winery novels, Entangled and Crushed; the Christian suspense novels, Running Home and Alias Raven Black; Grace Award winning thriller, Split Sense; and the young adult series, The Amish Bloodsuckers Trilogy. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, their two spoiled mutts, Rugby and Willow, and their two adult children living nearby. When she’s not plotting or writing killer dialogue, she enjoys riding her Kawasaki Ninja too fast on winding back highways, watching old movies, and making things with chocolate.

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Jordyn Redwood talks about POISON ~ oh, btw, that’s the title of her novel

With Jordyn Redwood you never know. POISON! She could be talking medically about an antidote, or about a how-to method. That makes me a tad nervous. Wouldn’t want to be hanging around with Jordyn if there’s any arsenic in the garage. Just kidding.

Seriously though, POISON is Jordyn’s soon to be released novel and it sounds exciting. Let’s find out what the stir is about…

Five years ago, Keelyn Blake’s armed, mentally ill stepfather took her family hostage in their house in rural Colorado. She and her half-sister Raven made it out alive, but others did not. Authorities blamed the father’s frequent hallucinations about a being named Lucent, but in the end, even the best of the FBI’s hostage negotiators failed to overcome the man’s delusions and end the standoff peacefully.

Now, Lucent is back, and he’s no hallucination. In fact, he is a very real person with dangerous motives. He has kidnapped Raven’s daughter, and–Keelyn worries–maybe has hurt Raven as well. Though she is estranged from her sister, Keelyn feels the immediate need to find Raven and save what family she has left. But when others who were involved in that fateful day start dying, some by mysterious circumstances, Keelyn wonders if she can emerge unscathed a second time.

Nike: POISON sounds like a thriller-diller. Medicine is your world, but this novel also has a heavy psychological bent. How did you weave the two aspects together, medicine and the psychological?

Jordyn:  I think medicine and the psychological do go hand in hand. For instance, are repressed memories a true medical condition and can brain washing occur? The brain is an organ and so psychological issues can be viewed as being medical in nature as well. I am fascinated by the brain and how it functions. How memories are created. POISON delves into some of these psychological/medical issues.

Nike: You write a medical blog. Tell us a bit about that.

Jordyn: When I began to think about entering the blogosphere my first thought was– what can I contribute? There were plenty of people blogging really well about writing and faith. What I found myself naturally doing was answering writer’s medical questions and thus– my blog was born and continues to be its mission– to help authors write medically accurate fiction.

Jordyn Redwood is a pediatric ER nurse by day, suspense novelist by night. She hosts Redwood’s Medical Edge, a blog devoted to helping contemporary and historical authors write medically accurate fiction. Her debut novel, Proof, garnered a starred review from Library Journal and has been endorsed by the likes of Dr. Richard Mabry, Lynette Eason, and Mike Dellosso to name a few. The second book in the Bloodline Trilogy, Poison, releases Feb, 2013. You can connect with Jordyn via her website at www.jordynredwood.net.

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End of Summer Book Giveaway

GIVEAWAY STARTS FRIDAY, SEPT 7TH AND ENDS SUNDAY, SEPT 16TH

Summer means reading to me! I enjoy lounging at poolside with a gripping murder mystery. Just as good is sitting on my front porch early in the morning, before the temperatures rise, with a riveting suspense novel and a strong cup of tea. To celebrate summer reading I’m giving away an attractive pdf copy of each of the novels in my Sanctuary Point Series, set in the mid-1940s on the south shore of Long Island.

Three winners will be selected based upon the most interesting comment. I will have a two impartial judges pick the winner. Those impartial judges are my husband and my teenage daughter.

This giveaway is also an “event” on Goodreads and is promoted on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, and other social networking and media outlets.

Interview with M.K. Gilroy, Author of Cuts Like A Knife

It’s a real treat to have Mark Gilroy, author of  CUTS LIKE A KNIFE, here. Just love that title. Can’t wait for him to share a bit of his writing journey.

Nike: Mark, you’re probably asked this all the time, but what prompted you to write a series about a female detective? And what makes Kristen Conner unique?

Mark: I think you will fall in love with my lead character, Detective Kristen Conner. She’s tough and in your face. And she’s a fragile mess. She loves God, her family, the Chicago Police Department – her dad was a cop – and anything you put on her plate. Doesn’t mean she gets along with all parties mentioned – except the food.

But why Kristen? I am the father of three sons and three daughters. My daughters always supplied the lion’s share of drama in the home, so it was actually a lot of fun to write in female voice. It really took a lot of people by surprise, including my publisher, that I was able to let Kristen and her sisters provide a humorous and occasionally poignant backdrop within a manhunt of a serial killer.

Kristen is a unique among literary characters as a good Baptist girl who is very committed to her faith and family—though the book is not written as a religious novel. Her commitment to faith and family doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight with everybody as noted above. But she has a good heart and does the right thing.

She can’t shoot a handgun straight (something else that makes her mad), but she is a great athlete and workout warrior and has turned her attention on mixed martial arts – from Israeli krav maga to Brazilian jujitsu. She’s lightweight but packs a punch.

Nike: What is your favorite scene in CUTS LIKE A KNIFE?

Mark: The book mixes action and character driven dialog throughout. I like a lot of the humorous scenes, but CUTS LIKE A KNIFE begins and ends with hand-to-hand combat scenes. I really enjoyed writing them and had many readers say they are technically spot-on. Women love the relational aspect of the book, but the fight scenes became a hook that helped male readers relate to a female lead character.

I did research the psychopathic mindset, and I really liked interspersing short chapters from the serial killers voice, including the opening scene when he is at a Cubs game. He is calm, focused and organized—and a lot of readers have told me he was scarier than if I had played him as raving lunatic.

Nike: Tell us something about your writing journey we wouldn’t discover in your author bio

Mark: Having been in the publishing industry for 30 years –and being an avid reader of the suspense-action-thriller genre, I wonder why I waited so long to write a first novel! I guess I’m just slow!

What really taught me to write (and get paid to do it) was an internship I landed during my junior year of college. I worked for a newspaper, The Kankakee Journal, as a sports writer. My first gig was to write short stories on 15 to 20 games and make it sound like the newspaper was covering all these games live. That was fun and taught me to use imagination—and meet a deadline.

Nike: Have you always been drawn to suspense novels?

Mark: I have always loved character driven mystery and suspense. From the Hardy Boys in grade school; to James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, and Nero Wolfe in my teen years; then on to spy thrillers by Deighton and LeCarre in college; and then discovering a plethora of great writers from Hillerman, Block, Grimes, Child, Leonard, Mosely, Crais, Silva and a host of others throughout my adult life. I even went through a crime noir faze where I had to reread everything from Chandler, Cain, Marsh and Hammet. I can’t forget Graham Greene. The common denominator? Great character development. Heroes and anti-heroes.

I’ve spent 30 years in publishing and have a couple graduate degrees, but the best training I’ve received to pen my debut mystery thriller comes from the sheer volume of great books I’ve read. I’ve had a tremendous amount of fun writing CUTS LIKE A KNIFE – and count it as a tribute to the writers who have brought me so much enjoyment as a reader.

Let’s Take A Sneak Peek At CUTS LIKE A KNIFE…

“An intense, eerie, funny and suspenseful thriller … M.K. Gilroy’s debut is a sure-fire winner.” - USA TODAY

Detective Kristen Conner goes undercover to find a serial killer who selects his victims – all successful young professional women – in the most unlikely of places – only to find herself as his next favorite target.

When Leslie Reed is found dead in her fashionable townhome, a red flag goes up in Washington, D.C. The FBI knows an elusive “organized killer” on a decade-long crime spree is at work again.  The problem is the Feds have only one tenuous lead to assist local police in the manhunt … where the killer likes to find his victims.

Conner is light one her feet and packs a powerful punch – growing up in a cop’s home, intense hand-to-hand combat training, and not being able to shoot a handgun straight – all encourage that. Her life is built on faith and family: she coaches her 7-year-old niece’s soccer team, the Snowflakes, always shows up hungry for family dinner, and only misses church when she is fighting with her mom and glamorous TV news reporter sister – or relentlessly tracking down a ruthless killer.

Kristen is a good cop but she’s never faced an adversary like the man the alternative press has dubbed the Cutter Shark.  From the opening chase scene that leads her to a back alley where a punk with a knife awaits her, to the climactic scene where she goes one-on-one with the hauntingly familiar man who is killing innocent women in her town, Cuts Like a Knife, is loaded with action, humor, a dash of romance, and wry introspection through the voice of its irrepressible lead character.

Cuts Like a Knife is the debut book in the Kristen Conner Mystery Series. Every Breath You Take is slated for October 23, 2012 release.

Mark “M.K.” Gilroy is a 30-year publishing veteran, having worked in just about every area of the industry, from his first job as a sports writer – to proof reader and occasional box packer – to executive vice president and publisher and just about everything in between.

Gilroy’s debut novel, CUTS LIKE A KNIFE, is a tribute to his love for character-driven mysteries and thrillers. His second novel will once again feature Detective Kristen Conner and unique cast of characters. EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, hits the market October 23, 2012.

Gilroy’s education includes the BA in Biblical Literature and Speech Communications, the M.Div, and the MBA.

Gilroy is the father of six children. He resides with his wife Amy in Brentwood, Tennessee.

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