Showing posts with label Thriller. Show all posts
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Friday, November 13, 2015

Baksheesh by DS Kane ~ GIVEAWAY ~ INTERVIEW

Baksheesh
by DS Kane


 DS Kane will be awarding ebook versions of the whole Spies Lie series (which includes Bloodridge, DeathByte, Swiftshadow, GrayNet, and Baksheesh) to a randomly drawn winner during the tour. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. Those locations may be found here

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Interview: 

Crystal: I'm so excited to host DS Kane today. Welcome DS! I'm so happy to have you here today. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

DS Kane: As a covert operative for the United States government, I was always asking myself, “If I tell my handlers about what I’ve found out, what will they do? Is this material so dangerous that they might kill me? As a result, I sometimes told lies and disguised or withheld the truth. And, that’s the essence of my Spies Lie series of espionage technothrillers.

Crystal:  Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?

DS Kane: Every book in my series has at least one scene that holds a key to understanding the story’s protagonist, and another that does the same for my villain. In Baksheesh (Bribes), Book 5 of the Spies Lie series, the scene is the wedding of Cassandra Sashakovich and Lee Ainsley, which turns from something divine into a blood bath. In seconds, someone close to Cassandra is dead, someone who represents Cassie’s past, the drivers that governed her behavior until that scene. In seconds, her behavior is totally transformed.

Crystal:  Where did you come up with the idea for Baksheesh (Bribes)?

DS Kane: Many years ago, I investigated a Middle Eastern bank that was suspected of working on behalf of arms smugglers. One of the people I spoke with stated that in this country we stood in, bribes, or baksheesh, made everything happen. I remember that day, and when I wrote this book, the name dropped onto my pages.

Crystal: What are you currently working on?

DS Kane: With Baksheesh (Bribes) now completed, I’ve started work on book 7, about a war between the hacking community and the government. Its working title is CypherGhost.

Crystal:  Do you have any special routine that you follow when you are writing? 

DS Kane: I start off most days exactly the same. Wake at about 8 am, have coffee and get to my desk in the office at about 8:30. I work until noon. Lunch and a short nap clears my head and I’m back at work by 2 pm. I write until just after 5 pm.

What I do depends on what phase of a book I’m working on. When I first start a title, I research the concept, the theme, the technologies and politics that will be important, locations where the scenes might take place, and the characters I’ll be using. That takes a month. Then I write an outline, and that takes a month. Writing a draft takes about three to four months. Then editing takes about 2 months. Production takes about 2 months, including working with my project manager, Sandra Beris, cover designer, Jeroen Ten Berge, my copy editor Karl Yambert, and my formatters from BookNook.biz. On days when we run a promo, I’m busy with social media, the biggest distraction for any published writer.

Crystal: Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?

DS Kane: I do an enormous amount of research, into technology, politics including facts and possibilities behind the news stories. Occasionally, a theme I’ve been toying with runs amuck in my mind until I can see how to use it for a series of plot points. Technology includes a host of cyber issues and products, weapons products and those used for counter intelligence. I have friends at the Naval Postgraduate School I can use to vet my research, and I’ve use folks at DARPA to use one of their failed projects for one of my spy toys. And, no, I can’t tell you any fascinating fact. The things I never tell fall under the province of the Espionage Act of 1917.

Crystal:  Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?

DS Kane: I read Barry Eisler. Barry is a long-time friend and a former CIA operative. His work is both entertaining and useful. It informs my writing. I read Daniel Silva. We both write about the Mossad. I read James Rollins. We both write about DARPA. I read Brad Thor. He’s as twisted as I am. I read Steve Berry. We both write about fictional intelligence services.

Crystal:  Is there a genre you haven't written that you would like to try?

DS Kane: Not really. I read Science Fiction, and some of the ideas I find there, particularly from Daniel Suarez, infect my writing. But I won’t be indulging myself. Too much to do in technothriller espionage.

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BLURB:

She spied for her country, blackmailed her president, and ran from more threats than she can remember. But when the love of her life proposes, covert agent Cassandra Sashakovich is finally ready to settle down. Unfortunately her past is not quite ready to let her walk away. 

Old enemies—including a vengeful president—want her dead, and they’re willing to attack her loved ones, including her adopted teenage daughter, if that’s what it takes. 

But Cassandra has other pressing problems—a world leader is assassinated and an arm dealer’s revenge threatens to lead to nuclear war. Now Cassandra and her security firm, Swiftshadow must defuse the threats and find a way to outmaneuver those who threaten not only her family, but her country as well.

GENRE: Thriller

Book Links:
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EXCERPT:

Pas Nikita Tobelov sat behind the old steel desk in his office on the top floor of the warehouse at the end of the wharf. He cursed and tossed the nearly empty coffee cup against the corrugated wall. 

The picture of Achmed Houmaz stared back at him from his computer screen. The caption read, “Director of OPEC Killed.” According to the story, the body of Houmaz was found on the ruined pier in Boston with one of his arms shot off at the shoulder, a handgun still held by the severed limb. 

Tobelov was sure she’d killed Houmaz, the bitch. He got up from his chair and found another cup, into which he poured some coffee. Relax. She is now beyond your ability to execute. But that uncle of hers isn’t. Tobelov tried to remember the uncle’s name. Misha. Misha Kovich. He’d be a soft target.

Tobelov launched a program on his computer and requested the purchase of some very specific weapons, ones bought only by those who had intimate contacts with former KGB agents, now working in Russia’s Federal Security Bureau, or FSB, in Moscow Center. 

A former Soviet agent, now an independent arms dealer working mostly for the Russian mafiya, Kovich would be eager to provide these weapons. When he delivered them, Tobelov would have him executed. Tobelov even knew where he could resell the weapons for maximum profit.

He smiled, thinking, maybe I’ll send his head in a box to Sashakovich, just as Houmaz had wanted her own head delivered to him.te second excerpt here


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

DS Kane worked in the field of covert intelligence for over a decade. During that time, his cover was his real name, and he was on the faculty of NYU's Stern Graduate School of Business. He traveled globally for clients including government and military agencies, the largest banks, and Fortune 100 corporations, and while in-country, he did side jobs for the government. One of the banks DS Kane investigated housed the banking assets of many of the world's intelligence agencies and secret police forces, including the CIA and NSA. Much of his work product was pure but believable fiction, lies he told, and truths he concealed. Secrets that--if revealed--might have gotten him killed. When his cover got blown, he fled the field and moved 3,000 miles.

Now, DS Kane is a former spy, still writing fiction. Through his novels, he exposes the way intelligence agencies craft fiction for sale to sway their countries and manipulate their national policy, driving countries into dangerous conflicts.

 To learn more about DS Kane and his books, visit www.dskane.com or join him on Facebook for book giveaways and details on espionage at https://www.facebook.com/DSKaneAFormerSpyStillTellingLies.


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Thursday, September 10, 2015

THURSDAY'S CHILD: FAR TO GO by Polly Becks ~ GIVEAWAY


THURSDAY'S CHILD: FAR TO GO
by Polly Becks

Polly is awarding one randomly chosen winner one 3-foot long stem rose in a glass vase from TheUltimateRose.com or similar florist; US only. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. Remember you increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

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NOTE:  A percentage of the sales of this book will be donated to Children's International, a not-for-profit organization very close to the author's family's  heart. Past books in the series have benefited The American Red Cross, The American Cancer Society, Tuesday's Children [a 9/11 charity], and The Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption.

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BLURB:


A mystery is introduced in No Ordinary Day, the first book in the Extraordinary Days series that is carried through all eight volumes and solved in the last book, Sunday's Child: Born on the Sabbath Day, due out in January of 2017.

In the late spring of 1991, a flood and fire of historic proportions tore through the pretty resort town of Obergrande, New York, in the central region of the Adirondack mountains.

The twin disasters destroyed a large part of the east side of the town that bordered the Hudson River and Lake Obergrande.


In the aftermath, a new dam was built, and that damaged part of the town “drowned,” covered by the new, larger lake.

During that terrible flood, five kindergarten girls were trapped in their drowning school, huddled together as the water rose higher, rescued just in the nick of time. The nightmare bonded them, and three others like them, to each other for life.

These are their stories.

International attorney and human rights advocate Elisa Santiago believes she has life under control—an impressive career, a solid group of friends in Obergrande, and a handsome law partner for hot “car action” when she needs release. Little does she know that her entire world is about to burn down when she discovers that nothing she believes she knows about herself and her past is true.  Can the gorgeous former CIA operative, acting as her guide and guard as she returns to Colombia, the land of her birth, looking for answers, set her world on fire in a good way?

THURSDAY’S CHILD: Far to Go is the fifth book in the eight-book series The Extraordinary Days by breakthrough novelist Polly Becks. The first book, No Ordinary Day, tells the tale of an epic tragedy that changes life forever in a small town in the wild, mystic Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York, and the mystery surrounding that tragedy.

GENRE:  Romance/Mystery/Thriller


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EXCERPT:

They had assembled at the door of Sloane’s bedroom when Dr. Marlowe held up his hand.

“She should be sleeping,” he cautioned. “If she is, why don’t you all make yourselves comfortable in the room until she wakes up? She needs her rest, but I have to wake her up gently every few hours. She has until two-thirty or so to sleep, so she’s due to wake up shortly.”

Briony nodded, as did the other girls, and shifted her packages to her other side.

“I’ll wait out here,” said Ed, still puffing slightly. “I can see her after you’ve all had some time with her.”

Dr. Marlowe opened the door.

Sloane was sitting up in bed, awake, a dozen or more folders spread across her bed.

Marlowe rolled his eyes. “You’re not supposed to be working, Sloane. Where did you get those?”

“I’m not telling,” Sloane said, beaming as her friends came in the room. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We thought we might check on you since you just got out of the hospital, two days of which were in the ICU,” Corinne said pointedly. She strode to the bed and bent to her friend, hugging her gently, then stood up and filled her arms with an enormous, tissue-wrapped bouquet.

Sloane pulled back the papers, revealing half a dozen long, thick stems atop which were pointy, elegant blossoms with a fan of red-gold and violet-blue petals, and a larger green-and-rose-colored base.

“Birds of Paradise,” she murmured. “You remembered. Oh, Corinne, thank you.”

“Of course I remembered, after the lecture you gave me during the setup for my brother’s wedding a few years ago,” Corinne said. She sat down on the far end of Sloane’s enormous bed as Grace made her way toward the pillow end. “You said that Birds of Paradise were unique and classy and showed that someone cared enough to have them brought in, unlike roses and carnations and mums, which you can ‘get on every street corner,’ as I recall. As I watched you checking every table arrangement in the reception hall, I noticed how much they look like you, especially the red-gold colors. I also brought six singleton vases, since you told me they should always have their own ‘home.’ ”

Sloane’s eyes filled with tears as Grace bent over to hug her. When the pastor stood up, she opened the bakery box she was carrying.

“These are from MaryBeth Finley,” she said. “She sends her love—she still hasn’t gotten over watching you collapse at Charlie’s when she was waiting on you. She’s still worried it was some kind of food poisoning.”

“I’ve never heard of food—even bad food—causing a brain bleed before,” Sloane said, peering into the box, which was from Pancake Heaven, the other restaurant/bakery where MaryBeth worked. “Oooooo. What are these?”

“Vanilla-strawberry,” Grace said, tipping the box so that Sloane could better see the four puffy, exquisite cupcakes. “MaryBeth said to tell you that they’re vegan.”

Sloane dipped a finger into one and scooped up a swath of fluffy frosting. “I’m not a vegan,” she said as she stuck the tip of her finger into her mouth. “Mmmmm, these are insane.”

“Oh, I told her,” Grace said, straight-faced. “I assured her you have eaten way more meat than the rest of us put together.”

A shocked silence fell in the beautifully-decorated bedroom.

A deep throat rumble occurred in the doorway, from which Dr. Marlowe rapidly disappeared.

“Grace Fuller,” said Sloane, her eyes narrowing, “Reverend Grace Fuller—was that a deliberately dirty comment I just heard coming out of your saintly mouth?”

“Yep,” said Grace.

Sloane raised her hand slowly and Grace high-fived it.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Polly Becks has been making her living writing for more than twenty years, as well as working as an editor, curriculum developer, and teaching secondary-school Spanish. She has more than 350 books to her credit, mostly educational materials, as well as professionally published fiction in both the adult and YA market in a variety of genres, plus more than 30 Children’s books. She is excited about exploring the digital literature frontier and is honored to be the launch series for GMLTJoseph, LLC. - 





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