Christmas is almost here! Wow! I’m still eating Thanksgiving leftovers! If you’re looking for last-minute stocking stuffers, I thought I’d remind you that I have twenty-nine books published over the past 25 years. All are ebooks as well, or can… Continue reading
Today is my 24th anniversary of becoming a Greater Clevelander. Wow! That is a MAJOR chunk of my LIFE! Why I decided to move from sunny southern California to NE Ohio on the first week of December in an ice… Continue reading
Since most of my readers are very fond of my ongoing mystery series protagonist Milan Jacovich (thank goodness!)—seventeen titles so far and #18 finished and submitted to my publisher—and have accepted my newest crime-solving hero Dominick Candiotti (via “The Strange… Continue reading
For several years now I have been most impressed with a crime writer I discovered by accident. I must have read every book she’s done, before or since, and it’s past time I alerted all my other readers to someone… Continue reading
Last week I posted that if they ever made a film out of WET WORK (from my lips to God’s ear), I would choose Ryan Gosling to play the pivotal role of Dominick Candiotti. However, when my significant other, Holly,… Continue reading
With the tremendous popularity of three thriller films that have been released in the last two weeks—“The Equalizer,” “A Walk Among the Tombstones,” and best of all, “Gone Girl,” I was reminded that since my new suspense novel Wet Work appeared about a month ago, everyone’s been asking me what actor I would prefer playing the protagonist, Dominick Candiotti, just in case someone wants to pay me six figures for turning it into a movie. Continue reading
Lawrence David Lederman is an old friend. When I first moved to Cleveland in 1990, he was the Canadian Consul-General to Cleveland, and we became friendly. After a few years, when he returned to Canada, we lost touch until a few years ago we realized we had good mutual friends. Since he comes to Cleveland often, we always go out for dinner, drinks, football games, etc. He often invited me to visit Ottawa (that’s the national capital city of Canada, FYI), but other things got in the way. Continue reading
Even though my latest novel, “Wet Work,” has only been out for three weeks, many of my fans and friends have already read it. Some have commented that Dominick Candiotii, for a protagonist, is about as far away from Milan Jacovich as one can get. They also wonder why, after seventeen Milan novels, I’ve switched over from Mystery to Thriller.
I have NOT “switched.” I’ve expanded. As long as I can sit up straight in front of a laptop, I won’t stop writing Milan. BUT—everyone likes pizza, right? Me, too. How would you like to eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day for the rest of your life? After twenty-five years writing mostly Milan books, I urged to do something a bit different. “The Strange Death of Father Candy” was published in 2011 as what I planned to be a “stand-alone,” i.e. NOT the beginning of a second series.But too many people contacted me to ask when Dominick Candiotti would return—so I wrote “Wet Work” as a sequel, and had a ball doing it. I decided, with my publisher, Gray and Company, that I’d continue writing TWO series instead of one. Continue reading
Now that September is bringing Northeast Ohio August heat, I’m beginning my round of book signings for the new one, WET WORK, featuring Dominick Candiotti. I’m working diligently, as I always do, but even a novelist has to sit back, relax, and do something else.
I’m a movie lover, and for the past eight years or so I see about one hundred films every year—IN THEATERS (not counting the more than 1,000 DVDs I have of great movies from the past). So, with Dominick on my mind, thinking about the next book I’ll write with him as the protagonist, I went to see a new film starring Philip Seymour Hoffman. Probably the best film actor to come along since Gene Hackman and Morgan Freeman, Hoffman’s life was cut short in February of this year, 2014, which saddened me greatly. He was superb in every role he’s played. Continue reading
Like a magician’s sleight-of-hand illusion, the glass of vodka seemed to materialize on top of the bar when Douglas wasn’t looking. He hadn’t seen the woman sidle up on his left and slip the drink in front of him. That was unlike him. Not paying attention in his line of work was dangerous, if not deadly. But all his bad thoughts—of priests and sanctions—were far from his consciousness on this given evening. He was on vacation.
The woman tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, he reacted too quickly, his instincts kicking in, and he whirled on his bar stool, his toes on the floor ready to support a spring and a bare-handed attack.
“Hey! Easy there, big fella. I’ve been waiting two days for you to buy me a drink,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Finally I decided to buy you one.”
He’d seen her the evening before in the crowded hotel bar. Hard not to notice someone with beautiful eyes the color of the sky just before dusk turns into night—hard not to notice her noticing him, smiling in an openly flirtatious way.
He’d barely smiled back. He didn’t play those games—bar games. Not since he’d been twentysomething, just out of Youngstown State University and full of high spirits, and crazy about a woman he’d known since they’d been small children in the same Italian neighborhood, Brier Hill, from which most men walked down the path and crossed the bridge to the steel mill to make their living. Continue reading