Thursday, September 25, 2014

INTERVIEW: Rodd Clark plus #Giveaway

Today we're talking to Rodd Clark, author of gay mysteries, who comes to us sporting a very handsome black cowboy hat! Check out his interview and don't forget to look into the giveaway below. 

Hello Rodd and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!



What is your super-secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream? (Nothing is too wild!)

Just being able to write for a living is pretty wild in my eyes.  I keep kicking myself to see if it’s all real or just a dream.

Give us 5 ½ words of wisdom.

Burn Your Bridges When Crossing

Tell us about a time you were changed.

I changed many times in my life, but my biggest overall change occurred when I decided to write full time and acknowledge myself as a writer as my chosen field.  It forever altered how I look at life and opportunities.

You’re writing along and you’re attacked by a horde of zombies…ON FIRE…how do you survive? Or do you become a zombie too?

Having never enjoyed following the crowd I would choose not to become a zombie on fire and ambling aimless through the city seeking brains to eat… so I would run, and run fast.  Do I survive the apocalyptic scourge?  Well to find that out, one must turn to the last page and like all readers enjoy the ending.

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

Excerpt from Rubble and the Wreckage:

He stood there watching the bathroom fill with muggy heat and rubbing his crotch front to remind himself of the fabric straining against this own fully engorged member.  Was he that fucked up that he’d consider throwing himself at a man who had so easily killed so many folks across this country?  Apparently so, he reasoned…because he hadn’t moved yet.
His face was flushed as he stared at the open bathroom and quizzed himself what he thought was going to happen there.  But he could hear the man moving around under the water’s spray and the image was impossible to lose.  Fortunately before he could decide what actions, if any he would take, the water stopped and he could almost sense the water dripped from every sinewy bit of flesh.  The door opened and the man stepped out, but didn’t hear the tiny gasp from his writer as he reached for a towel.
He turned and smiled as he caught sight of Christian standing there dumbly.  When he did the author seized on the idea that it was all just a game the killer was playing.  He had somehow read Christian too well…he surmised the desires which had unwittingly surfaced.  Gabe made no attempt to cover his nudity, instead he stood there grinning sheepishly and then toweled off his full head of hair and just quietly asked…

Describe yourself using lyrics.

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

 When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide



You can go back to any point in your life to give you past self a pep-talk. How old is your past self and what do you say?

I would go back to aged twelve and tell myself not to follow the traditional path.

Your thoughts on libraries: GO!

Libraries are great, but fading quickly from the landscape with new technologies.  I often wonder if it’s for the betterment of civilization, or not.

What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made in your career and what did you learn from it?

Falling into the pattern that society bends your working life, I learned later than I should have that people need to do what they desire and not what pays the bills.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

Those you raise from puppies and those who become the best of constant companions.


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Short Ride to Hell introduces Brantley Colton, who is struggling after his close friend is murdered by a serial killer, on the heels of the tragedy he is given a terminal diagnosis of brain cancer and chooses to locate Virginia Marsden’s killer and hunts him across several states to enact his own brand of justice.  

Excerpt: For Brantley Colton his crusade was over. There was nothing in the abyss left for him. Whatever he had once believed in had become a lie. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, just a long highway ahead, a dark road without signposts to direct him. Where would he go from there? The finality in his soul belied some joy in the closing moments. It was over, he could die now…but he couldn’t die happy. It had only been a few hours since he had put the Winter Glade Motel in his rearview, but it seemed longer. Colton drove the desolate highway but felt tired and needed sleep. The air conditioning was on high to fend off the humid Florida evening, the air against his face was the only thing preventing him from drifting into dangerous sleep, even so he contemplated the series of events that had him traveling down 1-75 in the middle of the night…with the blood stains of the murdered man still present on his shirt. He had used an alias to register at the motel, paid in cash, but feared something had been left behind which could tie him to the murder. He needed time to finish the job at hand and his sloppy second-guessing had placed him in peril. Colton had never been one for prayer, but felt like it was a good time to drop to his knees, to confess his crime and ask for forgiveness. Not that it would have done any good for him.

A Cache of Killers is the continuation of the Brantley Colton saga and after being on the run from the law himself, he finds himself in Portland, Oregon where he stumbles onto the abduction and eventual murders of gay hustlers and addicts within the city, with nothing left to lose, Colton treks another group of serial murders to once again find justice where there was none.

Excerpt: Colton had driven around the damp canyons of downtown Portland, he had traipsed through residential streets and cruised blocks where drug addicts casts webs, wooing others to their dens, as spiders ingesting blood from the creepy-crawlies they preyed upon. He had seen most portions of the city where the tourists visited and observed parts where the natives didn’t venture, and through it all he was still amazed at how much the city could astound him.
The deaths of the boys had their affect, but it seemed unremarkable to him. The world still revolved, papers were still sold on the corner stands broadcasting additional information and tastier news, business men still walked carrying attaché cases along the downtown streets, and preachers still held court from the pulpit on each and every corner and in every church…but few were obsessing over dead runaways and street urchins like Colton had been.
Somehow he suspected Art Peck was involved in the boys’ disappearances, but there was no proof to that. The only thing he had seen had been evidenced that Peck’s arrest for solicitation had been well-founded. He was a sexual deviant and patron of those purveyors of human sexuality. But that still didn’t make him a killer. As boring as his time spent trailing Peck had been, he rationalized he might have to do it again, choosing to wait until the upcoming weekend. If Peck was going to show him something, it might be then.
So before Peck could leave his office on Friday evening, Brantley knew he would be sitting across the street watching. He would prepare a basket of food or maybe take a canister to piss in if he needed; he considered buying a cheap camera from the same drugstore he had purchased that ashtray at just to get Peck in some candid photographs. If he encountered others Colton didn’t recognize, he may need to review the pictures later and it could prove his affiliation to others, who knew what became of Shane, Rance or Brian.

His proposal seemed sound and he decided to take the rest of the evening to research any connections that the attorney, or attorneys, might have to the Brewer victim and to possible others. Colton had once again found himself sprawling across his bed at the hotel, drinking coffee and working from his laptop, pushing back the voices which called to him from the distance, urging him to look deeper into their abductions and murders. The coffee was stale, a product of the tiny pot supplied as a hotel luxury, with too few packets of sugar, and those tiny plastic straws which sat on a bureau between the shower and his bed. He had made the coffee that morning, allowing it to become cold and bitter as he drove throughout the day, following Shane’s lawyer around. He absent-mindedly clicked the burner on as he entered the room, to reheat the old morning’s brew.

Available from Amazon: Short Ride to Hell | A Cache of Killers

BONUS QUESTIONS:

*What inspired you to write The Brantley Colton Mysteries?

The first book in the series, titled Short Ride to Hell was supposed to be a completed story, but I was enthralled with the hero’s angst and pain.  He wasn’t me represented on paper, but I began to enjoy the Brantley Colton Character a great deal.  My publisher wanted the book to become a series and while editing the first book I wrote A Cache of Killers, and I enjoyed the character even more in his development.  I am currently working on the third in the series No Place for the Wicked which I hope to have released next year.  I have another project coming out in January which is a big departure, as it’s a M/M Erotic Romance titled, Rubble and the Wreckage, it is a saucy piece with steamy pages and I hope will prove as much of a success as the Brantley Colton Mysteries.


*Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

The writing voice in all my books is greater than the story at times, and I prefer to have broken, anti-hero types driving the wheel.  It is reflected in every work I complete and systematic of my love of tortured souls rising above their destinies.  I am grateful for all the fans in my genre and strive to give another perspective in a sea of talented authors.

*What are your hopes for this titles?

My hopes are that I can join the prestigious ranks of M/M mystery writers whom I enjoy; such as Susan Mac Nicol, Lee Thomas, Josh Lanyon, Marshall Thornton, Rafe Haze and many new and wonderful voices in the genre. I strive to satisfy readers who are eager for more, and willing to give me a chance.


About the Author: Rodd Clark currently resides in Dallas TX.  He shares his life with numerous cats, dogs and his partner of many years.  He has projects under his belt and is working on many others.  Some of his works are “There Is Always Another Boogey Man”, “Jesse”, “Justice Denied”, “Short Ride to Hell” and the recently completed “A Cache of Killers”.  Already penning his next work, Rodd likes to keep busy with writing and reading and of course his menagerie of critters.


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*~*~*GIVEAWAY TIME!*~*~*

Rodd will have free days and giveaways coming in early October, information is available on his publisher’s FB site https://www.facebook.com/beaucoupllc, so please keep an eye out for all the fun.  

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