PORTRAIT OF A
DEAD GUY
A Cherry
Tucker Mystery #1
In Halo, Georgia, folks know
Cherry Tucker as big in mouth, small in stature, and able to sketch a portrait
faster than kudzu climbs telephone poles -- but commissions are scarce. So when
the well-heeled Branson family wants to memorialize their murdered son in a
coffin portrait, Cherry scrambles to win their patronage from her small town
rival.
As the clock ticks toward the
deadline, Cherry faces more trouble than just a controversial subject. Between
ex-boyfriends, her flaky family, an illegal gambling ring, and outwitting a
killer on a spree, Cherry find herself painted into a corner she'll be lucky to
survive.
A Cherry
Tucker Mystery #2
Cherry Tucker’s in a stew.
Art commissions dried up after her nemesis became president of the County Arts
Council. Desperate and broke, Cherry and her friend, Eloise, spend a sultry
summer weekend hawking their art at the Sidewinder Annual
Brunswick Stew Cook-Off. When a bad case of food poisoning breaks out and Eloise
dies, the police brush off her death as accidental. However, Cherry suspects someone spiked the stew and
killed her friend. As Cherry calls on cook-off competitors, bitter rivals, and
crooked judges, the police get steamed while the killer prepares to cook
Cherry’s goose.
******** INTERVIEW ********
United By Books is pleased to have Larissa
Reinhart on the
blog today so we can learn more about her amazing
books........
1 ~ Can you please
share with us a little about yourself?
Thanks so much for having me on United By Books. I love that
theme. I’m a wife and a
mom to two little girls. We have a dog named Biscuit, two fish, and two frogs
whose names change frequently. I’m from a tiny farming village in Illinois but
have lived in Missouri, Wisconsin, Japan, and Georgia. We’ve lived in Georgia
for about fifteen years,
though, so it’s home.
2 ~ Please tell us a
little about your newest release ?
Cherry Tucker’s in a stew. Art commissions dried up after her
nemesis became president of the County Arts Council. Desperate and broke, Cherry
and her friend, Eloise,
spend a sultry summer weekend hawking their art at the Sidewinder Annual
Brunswick Stew Cook-Off. When a bad case of food poisoning breaks out and Eloise
dies, the police brush off her death as accidental. However, Cherry suspects
someone spiked the stew
and killed her friend. As Cherry calls on cook-off competitors, bitter rivals,
and crooked judges, her cop boyfriend get steamed while the killer prepares to
cook Cherry’s goose.
3~ Would
you like to share an excerpt with us today?
Would love to, thanks! This scene from Still Life in Brunswick Stew is with
Cherry and her sort-of-ex-husband Todd.
I
sped past the inflatable jumping games, wandered through the craft section, and
halted at my partially dismantled booth. With sweat darkening his
golden blonde hair, Todd
leaned over the PVC pipe frame, yanking on two pieces fitted together. A pair of
slot machine cherries tattooed one calf. Sweat glistened on his shirtless back
as he tugged on a pipe.
“Todd,” I called. “Thank you for taking down the
stand.
I know it’s a pain.”
He stood up slowly, giving me an ample view of the lean
physique and tight muscles that came from lifting weights and hauling boxes.
Unlike Eloise’s boyfriend, Griffin, muscles suited his long body and weren’t
propagated by supplements. He turned, rubbing his brow with the back of his
hand.
My breath caught as he offered me a view of his upraised
bicep and the hard swells and angles of his chest and belly. A vision for a
Rafael-styled fresco on my bedroom wall with Todd as the
subject danced in my mind
before I caught myself. Damn this weakness for beautiful men, I thought. Eloise
knew me too well.
I shuffled back a step
and shoved my hands in the pockets of my shorts.
“No problem,” he smiled, offering two long dimples on each
cheek. “I put it on my
honey-do list.”
I edged back another
step. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to call a favor for a friend a
honey-do list.”
“I’m just joshing you.” He winked again and ambled closer,
closing the distance between us. “We’re not married anymore. You sent me the
papers.”
“You shouldn’t joke
about it. Signing the annulment papers took longer than our Vegas wedding.
That’s sad, not funny.”
“I wish I knew what happened to that ring. It sure was
pretty. I looked for it in Caesar’s Palace. The security guards sure got ticked. You know,
even if you take your shoes off, they don’t like people wading in that
fountain.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Never mind. I’ll help you load the stuff in the Civic.”
We worked together unscrewing the pipes and yanking
them apart. Todd had
nestled Eloise’s Raku pots in scraps of fabric and Styrofoam sheets within large
boxes. I hoisted the last box in the hatchback of Todd’s Civic, keeping far from
his pheromone-laden sweat.
Since Todd had already packed most everything
else away in boxes, I
poked my head out the back of his car to make a comment on his diligence but didn’t see him anywhere. The aroma of
barbecue and Brunswick Stew floated past the truck in a sudden gust of wind, and
a sound like a chainsaw cutting through a block of cement startled me. I clamped a hand over my
stomach and felt the sharp knock of hunger. My middle reverberated with another
deafening growl.
“Cherry.” Todd popped around the side of the booth next door,
startling me. “I could hear you three doors down. You’re hungry. Let’s get something to eat. That
pulled pork smells incredible.”
“I’m not hungry.” The
chainsaw in my stomach revved again.
Todd’s eyebrows drew
together. “If that’s not your stomach, what is that sound?”
“I can’t eat festival food, Todd. A bunch of people took sick. Eloise
died.”
“She
died?”
I nodded, biting my
lip.
Without hesitation, Todd stepped forward, wrapped an arm
around me, and pulled me against his slick skin. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t
know. When you said they were taking her to the hospital, I thought she got heat stroke.
Figured you two were sitting in the sun. It was hotter than two cats fighting in
a wool sock today.”
“We were under the tent.” I pressed my hands against his
stomach to shove myself away, but the bumpy ridges of his abs felt so pleasant under my fingers, I let
them rest. My head dropped against his chest, and Todd stroked my
hair.
“You’ve been through a
lot today. How did she die?”
“It looked like she was having a fit. I guess it had
something to do with her
disease. Her daddy wants an autopsy.” I sucked the inside of my cheek to prevent
tears from welling in my eyes again.
“That’s strange.” Todd kissed the top of my head and nestled
me tighter. “Poor Eloise. I didn’t think she had anything life
threatening.”
“I know. Food
poisoning doesn’t usually kill people. It doesn’t sit right with me or with her
family. They don’t trust the authorities. They want me to look into
it.”
“Of course they want you to look into it. You like to stand
up for people like the Parkers. You got a talent for telling the big folks how the
cow eats the cabbage.”
A trickle of sweat dripped off his chest and smeared my face.
I rubbed the wetness from my cheeks and pulled my head away. Looking up, I saw
Todd’s eyes darken. A familiar feeling washed over me. A feeling I once had in Vegas. Just
before Todd snookered me into marrying him for a couple of
hours.
Hindsight has taught
me it’s wiser, as well as cheaper, to avoid those particular
feelings.
4~ What's in store next for your readers?
My
third Cherry Tucker Mystery, HIJACK IN ABSTRACT, comes out November fifth. In
Hijack, you’ll find most of Cherry’s motley crew, but there’s also truckers,
methheads, copper thieves, and an Eastern European immigration lawyer with an
antebellum mansion in
Buckhead, the richest part of Atlanta. When her Uncle Will, the sheriff, asks
Cherry to sketch a composite portrait of a hijacker, she finds herself involved
in a related murder while trying to save her local reputation after the town
labels her a “pervert
artist” for some classical nudes bought by the Buckhead
lawyer.
December ninth, a Cherry Tucker prequel, QUICK SKETCH,
releases in the mystery anthology THE HEARTACHE MOTEL with two other Henery
Pressstories by LynDee
Walker and Terri L. Austin. The Heartache Motel is a sleazy, Elvis-loving dump in Memphis
where all three mysteries take place. All three short stories are funny,
Christmas-themed mysteries full of drag queens and Elvis impersonators. In QUICK
SKETCH, Cherry and Todd are headed to Vegas, but first stop in Memphis to help Todd’s cousin. He’s
fallen victim to a poker scam and needs to rely on Cherry’s creativity and
Todd’s poker skills to get out of his hot mess. And because QUICK SKETCH takes
place before PORTRAIT OF A DEAD GUY, we all know what happens to Cherry and Todd in Vegas, but they
don’t!
5~ What's the weirdest
thing you've ever done in the name of research?
I
tried to tie myself to a chair with plastic bags. It didn’t
work.
6~ What are some of your favorite kinds of
stories to
read?
I
like quirky characters and humor, but love all kinds of genres. It depends on my
mood, too. I need strong characters, and I love an interesting setting and a
story with lots of tension.
7~ What is something people would be surprised to know
about
you?
I wrote a song and sang it at my high school graduation. And
didn’t tell my parents. They were surprised, too.
8~ Do
you sing and dance around the house while picking up?
I
sing and dance while doing most anything, although dancing is hard
to do while writing. We
have a rule at dinner. No singing until your food is gone. I eat
fast.
9~ Describe yourself
in three words?
Grateful, saucy,
distractible.
10~ What is the most embarrassing thing you got caught
doing?
Who says I’ve ever
been caught?
11~
How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
I was
home alone with my children. My husband was in Florida on business. My friends
weren’t available, either. So my girls and I went to Target bought a
commemorative gift at the Dollar Spot and ate dinner at Wendy’s. Their
choice.
12~ What are the
scenes that are the hardest for you to write?
Dialogue and action scenes are the easiest for me. Probably
romantic scenes are hardest, and for some reason something odd seems to happen
every time my characters
start to get it on. Hot wings fly around. Burglars break into
houses.
13~ Is there anything
special you would like to say to your readers while we have you here
today?
I’m just so thrilled that folks seem to enjoy Cherry Tucker.
I’d like to thank you for
your support and let you know I’ll continue to do my best to entertain
you!
Larissa Reinhart loves
small town characters, particularly sassy women with a penchant for trouble.
STILL LIFE IN BRUNSWICK STEW (May 2013) is the second in the Cherry Tucker
Mystery Series. The first, PORTRAIT OF A DEAD GUY, is a 2012 Daphne
du Maurier finalist, a 2012 The
Emily finalist, and a 2011 Dixie Kane Memorial winner. Expect HIJACK IN ABSTRACT
and a Cherry Tucker novella in THE HEARTACHE MOTEL out in November and December
2013.
She lives near Atlanta
with her minions and Cairn Terrier, Biscuit. Visit her website; her expat
blog; or find her chatting with the Little Read Hens
on Facebook; at her Facebook page; Twitter; and Goodreads.
Larissa Reinhart's STILL LIFE Blog Tour Schedule
June
10-23
6/10- Mad Hatter Reads
(interview and review)
6/11- United by Books
(interview)
6/12- The Jeep
Diva (interview)
6/13- Literal Addiction (spotlight or guest post)
6/14-
Books-n-Kisses (interview)
6/16 - My Book
Addiction (interview)
6/17- The Reading Cafe (evening
review of Book 1)
6/18- The Reading Cafe - Series
Spotlight & review)
6/19- Book Monster
Reviews
6/20- Froggarita's
Bookcase (interview)
6/21- Bianca2b
6/23- Love In A Book
******** GIVEAWAY ********
Larissa is giving away a $20 Visa card and an e-book of Portrait of
a Dead Guy (the first in the
series) to one lucky winner at
the end of the tour.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
5 comments:
Thanks so much for the interview and sharing STILL LIFE, United by Books! Good luck to everyone doing the rafflecopter drawing.
Great excerpt and lovely interview! I feel you on dinner at Wendy's. J always manages to be out of town when big things happen, so I had Little Caesar's pizza with the kids. :)
Too funny, LynDee! Same thing happened when we got engaged. Nobody was home and we had no money, so had dinner at Subway!
Great interview!!! I could just see you tying yourself to a chair with plastic bags too LOL! And it a gift and Wendy's with the girls sounds like a wonderful way to celebrate to me!
Thanks Traci! We enjoyed it. Can't get too fancy around here;) And FYI: plastic bags are too stretchy. Too easy to get out of plastic bag ropes.
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