Saturday, February 16, 2013

Molly Brown by B.A. Morton: Character Interview and excerpt:Bewitching Tour Stop

 


 
 

Interview with Tommy Connell – central character in Molly Brown

Tell us about your family.

My family consists of Lizzie, the absolute love of my life who is beautiful, amazing and needs a medal for putting up with me, and six year old Joe, who has got to be the cutest kid ever. People say he’s a chip off the old block, I can tell you he runs rings around me. That boy is going places!

What was the scariest moment of your life?

I’ve had a few. I tend to get into dangerous situations, don’t know why. I’m just minding my own business doing my job and things blow up, people get shot, buildings fall down. My buddy Marty says I attract trouble, I reckon it’s just bad luck. Scariest moment ever was when I thought I’d lost Lizzie, Joe and little Molly Brown. That gut wrenching feeling when the bottom falls out of your world,  was much scarier than getting shot…and I’ve been shot a few times.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Spiderman. Joe has a cool Spidey suit…I told you that kid was going places!

What songs are most played on your Ipod?

Lizzie is the one with the Ipod and she listens to Michael Buble’…all the time! I’m more of a Blues kind of guy.

What is your favorite meal?

Okay, now this is between you and me, because if Lizzie finds out…well…enough said. But my little partner in crime, Joe, and I are rather partial to a burger now and then. Lizzie is British and she cooks a wonderful roast beef and Yorkshire pudding dinner, so I guess I’d say that was my favorite.

What group did you hang out with in high school?

The group who got in the most trouble. I spent a lot of time in the principal’s office. It was good training for life. I can talk my way out of most things now.

If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?

Marie, Joe’s mom. I let her down. Well, everyone let her down, but mostly me. She’s dead because of me. Someday soon I’ll put things right.

Who should play you in a film? 

Someone sexy, intelligent and fearless…obviously! I asked Lizzie what she thought, since she has more interest in sexy male actors than I do and she just laughed at the intelligent and fearless bit. I wonder why? Anyway, she reckons Jeremy Renner, the new Bourne guy, and yeah, I could live with that.

What would we find under your bed?
Hold on I’ll just go look…Okay, this is going to sound a bit weird unless you have kids and dogs. Two dog chewy things, half a racing car track, a stuffed bear with one eye and something silky belonging to Lizzie.

What makes you happy?

Lizzie, Joe, my best buddy, Marty, the smell of pine trees, dogs…life!

What is the next big thing?

For me personally? That would be telling. I guess you’ll just have to keep in touch to find out.

 

 
 

Born in the North East of England, B.A.Morton writes crime fiction and historical fantasy all with a smidgeon of romance thrown in. After a twenty year civil service career, she and her family escaped the rat race and relocated to the remote beauty of the Northumberland National Park. She now works part time in the village GP surgery and lives in a cottage built on the remains of a medieval crypt – the inspiration for the medieval fantasy trilogy, “The Wildewood Chronicles”. She keeps chickens and dogs, enjoys country life and can be bribed with chocolate! Her debut novel “Mrs Jones” a fast paced, romantic, crime thriller set in New York, was runner up in the Yeovil Literary Prize 2011 and subsequently published by Taylor Street Publishing. The sequel, “Molly Brown” was released in December 2012. 


 


Molly Brown
Mrs Jones - Book 2

B.A. Morton 
Genre: Crime/thriller/romance
Publisher: Taylor Street Books
ISBN:13 978-1481818612
ASIN:B00ARM6B7C
Number of pages: 292
Word Count: 81.000 



Book Description:
A Child to save.
A Killer to catch.

Tommy Connell’s playing with the bad guys again, but this time the rules have changed...and he still hasn’t learned to play nice!


Connell’s keeping the wolf from the door, rooting out bad cops for his buddy Gerry Gesting. He’s handed in his badge, turned his back on all that, but...
When a weird little kid disappears into the night and no one gives a damn including the cops, he reckons that maybe someone should take another look.


The good cops are busy hunting down a serial killer...good.

The bad cops are busy hunting down Connell...not so good.

The serial killer, well he’s looking for victim number twelve, which is... definitely not good.
And little Molly Brown is about to throw an almighty spanner in the works. 

Connell’s dabbling in things that he shouldn’t and it’s not the first time...




Crammed to one side of the roomy trunk, Gibbons’ limbs were folded awkwardly, his jacket askew. His mouth gaped open and a neat entry hole was positioned equidistant to each glazed eye. All in all, Detective Gibbons had met a messy end. Blood pooled beneath him, brain-matter adhered to the exterior of the vodka crates, obscuring the brand detailing and counterfeit shipping information. The writing on the boxes was unintelligible anyway, to anyone who wasn’t of eastern European descent and in truth contraband vodka was the least of Connell’s concerns. He knew where it had come from, had a good idea where it was destined, and short of slipping a bottle in his own back pocket for later, could see no value to the find. He slammed a hand at the lid of the trunk with frustration. It was hardly worth the trouble of Frankie loaning out his car if all Gibbons was using it for was to transport a few bottles of low end liquor. There had to be more than that. Why else would someone decide to put a gun to his head? He reached in gingerly and slid the crates aside. They moved with ease amidst the slick pool of blood, revealing something caught at the back, clutched in Gibbons outstretched hand.

Damn, muttered Connell. It couldn’t be at the front where it was easy to reach, that would be too damned easy. He balanced on one foot and leaned in further. Trying very hard to avoid the mess that remained of Gibbons, he grasped a manila file similar to the one Hamilton had slammed on the desk when he’d interrogated him the previous day. Not quite as thick, but Connell doubted many would have a file as full of bullshit and half truths as his. All the same he guessed it had come from the same place. He caught hold of the corner, pulled it out from Gibbons’ death grip and flipped it open.

Inside was a sheaf of paper with a mixture of type written text supplemented in the margin, by pencil scrawl. Along with the report were a number of A4 black and white photos. Obviously taken on a long lens with a shaky hand, they were grainy shots procured at various locations around the city. The only constant, being that he featured in every one. He scanned them quickly, unclear at their purpose until he picked up the last one. This photo had been taken in the alley outside the library. He was shown paused in the doorway, Molly stood before him, her hand in his, looking directly at the camera.

He recalled the moment vividly. The uneasy feeling that skittered down his spine, as Molly held him back. The awareness that someone was out there and Molly had known it all along. He’d felt her anxiety, her surprising strength as she gripped his hand, but the look on her face as captured by the lens, wasn’t fearful. It was resigned, almost regretful, as if maybe she knew exactly what was to come. He allowed the file to slip from his hand and sucked in a breath. He had the same feeling now. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and shrugged to dispel them.
 





Mrs. Jones
By B.A. Morton
Publisher: Taylor Street Publishing
Date of Publication: April 7, 2012
ISBN: 978-1468116885
ASIN: B006OEVRBM
Number of pages:256
Word Count: 88.000
Cover Artist: Bradley Wind

 Amazon 

Book Description:  

A British girl with a secret. 
A New York cop with a past.

And a mob that wants revenge.

In the slickest, sexiest novel to come out in a long time, ruggedly tough and honest cop Detective Tommy Connell picks up an English girl, Mrs Jones, who claims to be the witness to a murder, and falls in love with her. Well, Mrs Jones, whoever she is, must be very attractive because an awful lot of people seem to want to get their hands on her if they can get her away from Connell's determined hands, including some organized crime boys along with the Feds.  

Detective Connell definitely has his work cut out for him if he wants to end up with the body of Mrs Jones, dead or alive, that's for sure. All-in-all it's probably safe to say he hasn't a clue what is going on. It is probably equally safe to guess that Mrs Jones does. Not that 'safe' is quite the right word to use here.
 

 
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