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Can she find the killer before the killer finds her? Now a medium with a shady past, Emily Bradford, claims to know what happened to her, but Eddie smells a rat here. And then things get way more complicated. He suspects it has something to do with his dark past.
His mother killed his father when Steven was young, claiming he was a demon… Sixteen years of silence between Steven and Kate, the love of his life, end with a cryptic one-word message: Help! Steven charges forward in a frantic effort to save the young woman. First when her mother died and then years later when she found out her Uncle Dominic was in the mob. Her life is about to be shredded again, and this time it could destroy her. Living in Honey Hollow is murder.
London, May On a dark road outside London, a simple robbery goes horribly wrong when the gentlemanly highwayman, William Coke, discovers that his intended victims have been brutally slaughtered. Suspected of the murders, Coke is forced into an uneasy alliance with the man who pursues him — the relentless thief-taker, Pitman.
I saw a lot of this growing up too. TTS: I like crossovers and people who have read your first book Murder Takes Time, will see a familiar character in this one!
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Are we going to see more of this? GG: Absolutely! I was hoping readers liked this, and I stick to it in all my books. TTS: When you create your characters do you model them after people you know in real life? GG: Yes. I think the absolute best characters are ones that are based on real people. Connie Gianelli was the toughest character I have done to date. TTS: Did you have the storyline all planned out when you sat down to write or did it take a life of its own beyond the initial paragraph?
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That, for me, is an absolute. Nothing disappoints me more than getting involved in a book and coming to an ending that seems rushed, or thrown together. How did you deal with that? GG: There are always little things that change as you write, but nothing major, no. I take a LOT of time planning what will go into a book before I sit down to write. I think the worst villains are the ones who are presented as all evil. No one is all evil. Even Satan was an angel once. GG: I came from a very large Italian family and storytelling was a form of entertainment.
I guess the bottom line is I love telling stories. I just never got around to it until later in life. TTS: Are you planning on sticking to one genre or are you going to branch out into others? And lastly, I plan on bringing out a few non-fiction books on resume writing, interviewing, etc….
Old Wounds , the first book in a new series, was just put out to beta readers. If all goes well, I hope to release it in June, maybe July. Lastly, Murder Takes Patience , the third book in the Friendship and Honor series should be ready to go early next year. I would love to have you back here again sometime! GG: Thank you for having me. I really appreciate it. Giacomo Giammatteo lives in Texas, where he and his wife run an animal sanctuary and take care of 41 loving rescues.
By day, he works as a headhunter in the medical device industry, and at night, he writes. First when her mother died and then years later when she found out her Uncle Dominic was in the mob. Her life is about to be shredded again, and this time it could destroy her. And she has to do it before IA pins the whole damn thing on her.
Zeppe Mangini paced the busy sidewalk while nursing a cappuccino. He felt it was a sure sign that the world was falling apart when people sold cappuccino in paper cups, but he sipped the drink to draw warmth and to make himself appear busy. Every few steps he glanced across the street to the apartment at Tommy Nunzio had lived there since he was a kid.
Tonight he would die there. Zeppe finished his cappuccino, waited for a break in traffic, then half-walked, half-jogged across the street. The horn from a souped-up Camaro blared as he reached the sidewalk. He tugged on his cap, covering a full head of coal-black hair, then nodded to his brother, Dominic, standing by the front steps.
Zeppe hit the buzzer, fidgeting as he waited for Tommy to answer. The last time his finger hit this button it was to ask Tommy out for a beer. They walked into the building and climbed the stairs to the third floor. Zeppe cringed with each groan of the old wood, bringing back images of him and Tommy as little kids, and Mrs. Nunzio hollering at them, warning them about playing on steps.
As he reached the top of the third floor, he half expected to be greeted by the sweet aroma of garlic coming from her kitchen. His face scrunched again, a nervous tic he had since he was kid. Zeppe knocked on the door, hands shaking more than his stomach ached. After a few seconds the door opened. Tommy backed up, hands in the air.
He froze, his eyes growing large. Tommy cocked his head toward Zeppe, lifting his eyes in a pleading gesture. The small caliber bullets bounced around inside his skull, dropping him to the floor. There was little pain. Even less blood. Zeppe and Dominic stopped.
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A fan hummed in the bathroom and the ever-present noise of the fridge came from the kitchen, but something different from the bedroom. Dominic glanced about the room, barely big enough to hold the crib, a rocker, and a small chest of drawers. The baby fussed, tiny hands covering its eyes. Dominic picked the baby up, pried open the diaper, then lay the baby on his shoulder.
He returned in a few minutes, gun tucked into his pants. Zeppe thought about the baby all the way down the stairs. Vito would be pissed; they should have known beforehand. He exited the building, crossed the street and called Vito. Got pictures everywhere, baby clothes, baby food in the fridge and cabinets.
A room fixed up. Head hung low, Zeppe walked back across the street, up the steps, and into the apartment where Dominic waited with the girl. He had seen men far bigger than his brother back down after meeting his glare. Where is she?
I swear. Regardless, Zeppe felt he had to try. It was your job to check this out. When he returned, he handed everything to Zeppe, cracked the door and looked down the hall.
Zeppe wrapped the blanket around her, making sure to cover her head. They walked to the car in silence. Zeppe handed the baby to Dominic then got behind the wheel to drive.
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