Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Mike Faricy Last Shot: Case 6 #crimefiction #suspense #giveaway

Today we have author Mike Faricy in the hot seat! He writes crime fiction with a touch of humor, romance and lots of suspense. I checked him out and his books have lots of great reviews on Amazon. If you're a fan of Michael Connelly then give him a shot (no pun intended.) 

He's also wanting to give you a chance at free books! Stay tuned to find out how to enter. 


Quick Round questions for Mike Faricy:

Coffee, tea or … what’s your vice?  Where to begin? Are we just talking beverages? I suppose depending on the time of day, I’m a coffee guy, black and strong. If I’m working late at night, which is often, I’ll have a chamomile tea. Yeah, I know, boring. If I’m taking it easy I might have a bourbon or a whiskey, but that’s usually if I’m home and waxing eloquent on a variety of subjects I know nothing about. 

Favorite movie: The Big Lebowski

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite book/author: I can’t limit this to just one author; Michael Connelly, Elmore Leonard, Robert B. Parker, Daniel Woodrell, Carl Hiaasen for crime fiction. I read a lot of history and enjoy Shelby Foote, David McCullough, Jeff Shaara and Stephen Ambrose.

How do you feel about bacon?  I like it as an additive to just about any dish. As far as eating strips of bacon I can do without it, largely because I hate the clean up. I like what we call Canadian bacon or rashers in the UK and Ireland.

 Now for the REAL questions... 

Tell us a little about yourself: 
I was born and raised in Minnesota and I still live there part of the year. I am the oldest of five. My wife and I have a long distance marriage, she lives in Dublin, Ireland and I live in St. Paul, Minnesota. We’re together more often than not, but from time to time we may go 6-8 weeks without seeing one another. That said, we talk every day on Skype and I dare say we may talk more than many couples living under the same roof. We are both tied to our respective areas although we’re sort of looking for that warm winter get-away. That knocks Minnesota out of the running and Dublin at 38F and rainy in the winter isn’t a heavy contender when it comes to sunshine. Still with family and friends the get-away may only be for a couple of weeks. Usually about the time my wife has had enough of my direction and if my chores are finished I suddenly find myself dropped off at the Dublin airport with my luggage.

You can find me at:

Twitter @Mikefaricybooks

Amazon Author Page

What’s under your bed?
Absolutely nothing, unless you count the occasional errant shoe that I’m usually looking for when I’m running late. Oh and then a box with a manuscript of the first book I ever wrote, that’s staying under the bed.

What comes first, plot or characters?
Characters come first. I usually have a couple of them bouncing around in my thick skull. In my Dev Haskell Private Investigator series I already have the main character, Dev. But all sorts of secondary folks keep popping up. I’m writing a new series in 2014 along with another Dev Haskell novel and I’m working at making the two series different enough so that there’s no sort of cross over or confusion for me or more importantly, my readers.

Pantser, plotter, or hybrid?
At the end of any day no one is more surprised than me as to what has happened. I don’t work off an outline, things just sort of pop into my head. Events may have been up there percolating for a while but the story just sort of evolves and when I go back and read it, surprisingly the thing seems to make sense. Of course I sort of get too involved sometimes. We were out walking one day and my wife said to me, “You’re awfully quiet.” “Quiet?” I said. “Are you kidding? I’ve got a main character tied to an office chair hanging out of a three story window by a phone cord and some guy is about to cut the cord!” She just picked up her pace and left me in the dust.

Oddest thing on your desk?
A German cigar ashtray that my dad brought home as a 19 year old GI at the end of the Second World War. Or, is it the bottle of distilled Witch Hazel from when I got into it with a wasp nest last May?

What’s your most interesting writing quirk?
You know I was in the army so I just sort of hit it hard and keep banging my head against it until I find myself up against the next wall. The one thing I do is I begin each day reading out loud whatever I wrote the day before. I do some light editing and that usually gets me in the swing of things before I start cranking another days pages. At the end of any day writing is a solitary exercise and I don’t like to be disturbed. The radio, TV and phone are usually off. I maybe take a fifteen minute lunch break, and then I’m back to work.

What is the hardest thing about being an author?
Wanting to write every day, all day and not being able to. When I’m in the midst of a project or an edit I can become very introverted. That’s why I need my wife to grab me by the collar and say, “Enough!”

What’s the easiest thing about being an author?
Well, first and foremost I enjoy the endeavor, that in itself makes the job easy. I love coming up with stories and plots that are entertaining.

What do you wish someone had asked you for an interview question?
I don’t know maybe something like, Which one of your incredible best sellers is your favorite? or Since all your books have been made into Academy Award winning movies…
Tell us about your latest release:
My Latest release is the sixth book in my Dev Haskell – Private Investigator series. The book is entitled Last Shot: Case 6. I write the series so the books can be read in any order, but a lot of my readers want to begin with the first book, so we came up with the case number designation for each release. I also had book covers that were great covers, but they didn’t communicate a sense of series so we’ve retired those original covers and have gone for a slightly sexier version featuring the same model on each cover. The new covers have been working very well thus far.

Last Shot is available on Amazon

Let me preface the excerpt from Last Shot: Case 6 by saying that I write books of no redeeming social value. It’s crime fiction theoretically with a sense of humor and even some romance. If you’re looking for a read where someone saves the world from terrorists, international banking conspiracies or government coups, my books won’t help. My characters inhabit that social ooze just below polite society. We all know people like this and we wisely prefer to keep them at a distance. The situations they find themselves in are due to their own bad decisions, but then bad decisions can make for interesting stories. I’ve written these books to be entertaining page turners. Hopefully you’ll find that to be the case. Many thanks and I hope you enjoy the read.

Excerpt from Last Shot: Case 6 by Mike Faricy

Last Shot: Case 6

Chapter One

Annie was a petite blonde with large brown eyes, who stood barely an inch over five feet. We’d casually linked up from time to time over the past couple of months. Up until now, all of our meetings had been spur of the moment, meaning she called and I suggested maybe she could come right over to ‘chat’.
Tonight’s ‘chat’ was different. For the first time she invited me over to her place. We feasted on undercooked spaghetti with little cut up bits of hot dog floundering in a runny ketchup sauce. Apparently, the kitchen wasn’t her strong suit, so the bottles of wine I showed up with helped us survive her lack of gourmet skills.
It was drizzling softly outside when we finally took a break. Annie was lying next to me with one of her gorgeous shapely legs draped over mine. She was tracing four letter words and triple-X suggestions across my chest with her fingertip, giggling. We’d been frolicking up in her candlelit bedroom for a couple of hours, a room I’d never been in before. During our break I was beginning to check the place out.
The walls were painted a dinged-up off-white. A large oak double-chest of drawers with a matching mirror that covered most of the wall was wedged in next to the door. About four dozen Mardi Gras-style beaded necklaces hung from either side of the mirror.
A smaller dresser, once painted olive drab now chipped and scratched, stood at the end of the queen size bed. A flat screen TV sat on top of the dresser and half covered one of the two bedroom windows. It all made for tight quarters and I had to turn sideways just to squeeze around the end of her bed.
Six-foot mirrors on the bi-fold closet doors reflected our images as we lay in bed. Next to the closet, the clear imprint of a heavy-treaded boot, about ten sizes larger than Annie’s demure little feet, was stamped on the wall.
“Did you play a lot of sports in school?” I asked.
“No, not at all, I was a pretty geeky kid. About the only thing I played was the clarinet in the school band and I didn’t do that very well.”
“Then where’d you get all the trophies? Must be a couple dozen up here. Looks like you’re into ballet or dance or something. What about all those medals and ribbons in the two cases on the wall? Are they from your school band?”
“All that junk belongs to Lydell.”
“He was my boyfriend. Well, until I broke up with him.”
“And he left all this stuff here?”
“Well, I only sent him the text last night.”
“The text?” I asked and rolled over to face her.
“Yeah, telling him we were through. I really didn’t feel like talking with him. He gets so dramatic and he’s kinda got a temper.”
“You didn’t tell him in person?” I was getting a warning sign flashing inside my thick skull.
“How could I, Dev? He’s out of town,” she said, suddenly sitting up and looking down on me.
“Out of town? You mean just across the river in Minneapolis or like way far away out of town?” I sat up to face her.
“Relax, he’s in Chicago,” she said, bouncing her surgically enhanced chest from side to side.
I completely forgot what I was going to ask next.
“He’s such a big baby.”
“Yeah, that stupid UFC.”
“UFC…is that where he goes to school?”
“No, dopey,” she said, and then pushed me down. She straddled me and began to lightly run her nails down my stomach, smiling in a leering way. “It’s his crazy obsession, baby, that idiotic Ultimate Fight Club. God, I’m so sick of it. He trains all day long lifting his big, dumb weights and drinking all those smelly old protein drinks. Five days a week he spends at least an hour in a cage sparring with some other obsessed animal.”
“Sparring in a cage?”
“Yeah, he…” Her iPhone rang at that moment and she reached over to grab it off the top of the double chest of drawers. “Oh, God, can you believe it? Go figure!”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Hello, Lydell?”
I attempted to sit up, but she pushed me down again. “Shhh-hhh,” she said, signaling with her index finger to be quiet.
“So, you got my text message?”
I could feel my heart beginning to pound, but then again he was in Chicago.
“No, we’ve talked about all this before. No, I don’t care. This time I really mean it.”
I wasn’t sure she should be sitting on top of me during this conversation.
“What?” she said. “You did? When?”
Whatever it was, Lydell had her attention. I was guessing a tattoo with ‘Annie’ emblazoned across his heart.
“No, Lydell, this time I’m not kidding,” she said, sounding like she really wasn’t.
I was thinking maybe some of the passion and romance in the air from just a moment ago was beginning to dissipate.
“Fine, go ahead! So what? Oh, really? Is that supposed to be a threat, Lydell?”
“I don’t care if you are parked out front. Besides, this just isn’t a very good time for me.”
Out front?
“Well, you should have called me first.”
Not what I wanted to hear.
“Don’t you talk to me like that and it’s really none of your business.”
Alarm bells were sounding in my head.
“Well, just go ahead and try. See if I care. Anyway, I had the locks changed.”
Not good.
“Don’t you dare! You kick that door in and you’re going to pay for it. I’m warning you, Mister.”
I took that last line as my walking papers. I rolled out from underneath her just as a loud boom sounded downstairs.
“God, I just hate it when he goes crazy like this. He gets so worked up he’s liable to do anything. You probably should leave, Dev,” she said, then slid off the bed and tossed her phone onto the pillow.
I heard wood splintering in the door frame downstairs.
“Oh-oh, might be better if you just went out the window.” She made it sound like it wasn’t the first time someone had fled by that route
“Annie, damn it,” a voice roared from downstairs.
“Better hurry,” she half whispered, then sort of motioned me away with her hands before she peeked into the hallway.
I raised the window and stared into the wet night. God, it was at least a story and a half drop. There was some sort of large bush spreading out right below the window. A light flashed on in the house next door and I could see a little high school girl filling a glass of water at the kitchen sink.
“Annie, where the hell are you?” Lydell roared. It sounded like he was stomping through the dining room, making his way into the kitchen.
“You gonna be okay?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, he does this every once-in-a-while. Soon as he sees me with my clothes off he’ll calm down and get all apologetic, but you better go,” she whispered and nodded toward the open window.
“Annie,” he screamed as he stomped back into the dining room.
I figured a 911 call wouldn’t get the police here fast enough. What the hell, just a story and a half. I was out the window, hanging from the sill, dropping. Ouch! Snap, crackle and pop! I sort of landed on my feet and tried to do the crouch, tuck and roll just like I’d learned in the Army, but I’d never done it naked before and then there was that damn bush. I heard something break as I tumbled into the mud. Fortunately it was a branch on the bush. I didn’t care to contemplate a misplaced limb.
I’d barely landed when my jeans and T-shirt flew out the window. One of my shoes sailed out next. Then the other, hastily tossed, landed on the back-porch-roof of the house next door.
The high-school girl at the kitchen sink stared at me wide eyed as I picked up my T-shirt. She looked up toward the ceiling when my shoe thumped across her roof, but I really couldn’t worry about that just now. I was more concerned about that Ultimate Fight Cluber, Lydell, flying out the window after me. I couldn’t find my boxers and didn’t have the luxury of time to search. I pulled my T-shirt on over the mud and scratches, then quickly stepped into my jeans, zipping them up on the run.
I only had one shoe. Fortunately my wallet and car keys were still in my jeans. I limped across the backyard and out to the alley so I could circle the block. The high school girl had moved from the kitchen window to her backdoor and watched me as I faded from view under the alley light.
Luckily, I had parked across the street and down a couple of doors. A bright red pick-up truck had skidded to a stop after barreling fifteen feet through the hedge into Annie’s front yard. The thing had dual rear wheels and an Ultimate Fight Club bumper sticker that said ‘Go Ahead - Take Your Best Shot’. The driver’s door was still open with some country chorus blaring ‘Death before Dishonor’.  Pretty safe guess the vehicle belonged to recently returned Lydell.
As I drove past, I could see the back of a broad-shouldered muscular guy with a shaved head standing in Annie’s front entry. His head looked like a shiny globe and appeared to be hanging in abject surrender on his muscle bound body. He was nodding slightly and it looked like he had already been reduced to the apologetic mode. I could just see Annie from the knees down standing halfway up the stairs. Hopefully she’d make him sleep on the floor against her ruined front door.
I drove home scratched, muddied, but still alive.

Giveaway details! 
Mike Faricy is giving away 2 e-copies of Last Chance: Case 6. Leave a comment and your email to be eligible. 
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Isobelle Cate said...

I'm assuming that the girl brought Dev's lost shoe to you and it's now under your bed? ;) Nice interview and excerpt. Will be reading more of your books. :)

Kaylyn D said...

I love the weird items on your desk! LOL made me laugh.

bn100 said...

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