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A Ten-Minute Egg

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

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Who do YOU think should play Dominick in the movies?

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

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Wet Work- The Movie; Who Should Play Dominick?

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

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Canadian Capers

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

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Milan and Dominick won’t ever be Buddies

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

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A Most Wanted Movie

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

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Sneak Peek: Read Chapter Four from “Wet Work”

Chapter Four

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

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Win an Advance Reading Copy of “Wet Work”

Want to be among the first to read Les Roberts’ new book, Wet Work?

Want to get the same version of the book that was sent to media and retailers ahead of publication?

Would you like it to be autographed by Les Roberts?

Yes? Then you should enter the contest below.

The winner will receive an autographed Advance Reading Copy of Wet Work and will be among the first to read the new book.

The winner will be announced on Monday, August 25th. Continue reading

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Sneak Peek: Read Chapter Three from “Wet Work”

Chapter Three: Og

The obese, balding little man frowned deeply. After spraying both the mouthpiece and the earpiece of his phone with Lysol—even though it was his phone in his private at-home office that no one else ever used—he squirted some alcohol on his hands and rubbed them together to kill any germs he wasn’t aware of. Then he sank back into his throne-like executive chair, staring across the vast expanse of the desk, made for him from the thick trunk of a sequoia tree. With as much money and power as he had, there were ways of getting a sequoia chopped down—ways, actually, of doing whatever the hell he wanted, and screw what anyone else thought. It was unnecessary for the über-rich to follow any preconceived rules. Rules were made for ordinary people—not for him.

Little people. Poor people.

Unimportant people, like Douglas, who was useful enough, in a limited way. But in the great scheme of things he was an unimportant man as disposable as a used Kleenex or an empty milk carton.

Was Douglas feeling pangs of conscience? That was arrogant on his part, and troubling to Og. If he began to think and reason and question, he would become an instant liability. Continue reading

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Sneak Peek: Read Chapter Two from “Wet Work”

Chapter Two

Most people return from a stressful business trip with a certain relief, believing home is the best place there is, eager to be embraced and surrounded by the environment they created for themselves. But since Douglas didn’t really consider the airy, modern apartment on Massachusetts Avenue near Lockerbie Square and close to downtown Indianapolis his home, he experienced no infusion of good feelings or sudden rush of warmth or safety. Since he’d left Youngstown after college, gone to Vietnam, relocated to Chicago, and then gone on the move, he’d had no conception of home—just a series of dull apartments in cities to which his heart held no emotional ties.

The complex where he currently lived catered largely to the newly divorced, so he’d been able to rent the place fully furnished. The few personal objects scattered about—a year’s worth of hardcover books and some cassette tapes of classical music—were temporary; he’d chosen them with no thought of permanence. He could leave them tomorrow without a pang. He’d done it before, several times. Like the nomads of the desert, relocation was his way of life.

Douglas could afford no excess baggage, emotional or otherwise. He’d lived in six different places during the past five years, and when it came time to move to the next location—never his decision but always made for him—he left each city without so much as a backward glance or a twinge of nostalgia. They were all as one to Douglas—interchangeable movie multiplexes, interchangeable shopping malls, and interchangeable television news and weather personalities with sprayed hair and forced, insincere smiles.

The new names and identities, the new credit cards and passports and driver’s licenses, were mysteriously provided for him each time—and he didn’t ask questions. Questions were not part of the deal.

He was a temporary man. Continue reading

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