Monday, December 16, 2013

Valerie J. Clarizio, Covert Exposure, A Nick Spinelli Mystery, plus #giveaway





AUTHOR:                  Valerie J. Clarizio
BOOK TITLE:            Covert Exposure, A Nick Spinelli Mystery (Novella #1 in the Nick Spinelli Mystery series--Formerly Cookies for Santa)
PUBLISHER:             Melange Books, LLC                 
DO YOU HAVE A GIVEAWAY?     Yes.
WHAT IS IT?                  A  PDF of Covert Exposure
HOW DO YOU WANT THE WINNER TO BE CHOSEN?  Random.org – Those who comment qualify                 
WHO WILL DELIVER THE PRIZE TO WINNER?    Ms. Clarizio can email it to the winner.

Tell me a little about your book.
The story begins with my rough, tough, hero, Detective Spinelli, being reassigned from the Homicide division to assist in the Child Services division of the Social Services Department for the holiday season. From the beginning, Spinelli and Caseworker Shannon O'Hara generate their own kind of fireworks, causing more than the normal workplace stress. They both have their own philosophies for dealing with the clientele. However, the forces of nature have their own plan for Spinelli and Shannon.
Shannon moonlights as Santa Claus' little helper at the mall, and when Santa and an elf turn up dead Shannon appears to be next on the killer's list. Spinelli is placed back on homicide and goes undercover as Santa to help capture the killer. He catches a great deal of grief along the way but will he capture the heart of his little Santa's helper as well?

What gave you the idea for this particular story?
Honestly, I kind of dreamt it up one night.  I had been working the story in my head for a while but couldn’t seem to connect all the dots until it came to me in a dream one night.  From that night forward, the story seemed to flow quickly and easily.  Additionally, I have to admit that working at City Hall provided some interesting and unique experiences which contributed to the story as well.

Is there anything in your story based upon a real life event? If so, tell me about it.
The heroine in my story is a social worker, and a few of the incidents she and the hero are forced to deal with are based off of stories I had heard through the years at work, but of course I embellished on them a bit.

Why did you choose to write a story with a Christmas or winter theme?
What better way is there to throw a rough, tough, detective hero out of his element, than to put him in a Santa suit and make him deal with a bunch of kids, and/or hook him up with a Social Worker and make him go on home visits with her.

Do you see special challenges to marketing a book with a seasonal theme?  If so, what are they?
When Covert Exposure was first released it was released under the title of Cookies for Santa.  The cover of the book contained a gun, handcuffs, milk and cookies.  All people seemed to notice was the milk and cookies on the cover; no gun or handcuffs.  A dip in sales after the Christmas season caused the publisher to not only rename the book but change the cover as well, making the suspense/mystery element a priority.  It seems to be working.

How long before December did you submit to your publisher?
I believe I first submitted to the publisher in August and they offered a contract in September.  Things moved really quickly in order to get the book out in time for the Christmas season.

How and why did you choose this publisher?
I saw an open call from Melange Books, LLC for Christmas stories to be included in an anthology.  Before I submitted my story to them I asked members of my local writers group if they had any experience with this publisher, and as it turned out one of them did, and she was totally pleased with them.

What about your book makes it special?
My day job at City Hall gives me close proximity to law enforcement officers and professionals who deal with child placement issues and other domestic issues on a regular basis; therefore, I believe my book gives a little real-life flavor of what these people encounter on a daily basis.

What does Christmas and/or winter mean to you?
I love Christmas.  It’s one of the few times a year I’m able to get all my brothers and their families under one roof.  Additionally, my husband and I are fans of the winter season.  We do a lot of snowmobiling both at home here in Wisconsin, and at our cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

What is your favorite Christmas or winter memory?
I grew up with three brothers, and as kids, we spent a lot of time outside playing in the snow.  We used to build these awesome snow forts and then have killer snowball fights.

What was your favorite stocking stuffer?
Favorite stocking stuffer…so there’s more than just one stuffer?  Not just coal?  Okay, seriously, I’d have to go with books.  Yep, books are my favorite stocking stuffer.

What was your favorite Christmas present?
When I was a child Santa brought me a small upright organ.  I loved that organ and played it for years.

Where can people learn more about you and your work?
Twitter:  @VClarizio
Publisher:  http://www.melange-books.com/authors/valeriejclarizio/index.html



Excerpt:
Spinelli followed Shannon to her office, unable to peel his eyes from her shapely legs. His nostrils narrowed, sucking in every ounce of the sweet scent that lingered in the air behind her. She gestured for him to take a seat in a chair opposite her desk. Her phone rang and she picked up the receiver as she sat down. As she spoke on the telephone, he scanned her small office memorizing every detail like detectives tend to do. He couldn’t help but notice how just a touch of feminine warmth accented the professional décor. His eyes shifted from the photo of an older couple, perhaps in their early seventies, to a photo of three little red-headed boys. He wondered if the boys belonged to her. He glanced at her left hand, no ring.
Shannon hung up the phone receiver. “I’m sorry about that, Detective Spinelli,” she said as she thumbed through the mounds of neatly organized stacks of case files on her desk, “here it is…the Washington file.”
Spinelli watched as she flipped the file open and lost herself in the information for a brief moment. She blew out a sigh and looked up at him. He could easily see the sadness flood her big green eyes. Shannon cleared her throat. “The authorities picked up Gilbert Washington early this morning as a result of a domestic abuse call.”
“What happened? What did he do?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Apparently the neighbor placed the 911 call when he heard Gilbert and his wife, Charmane, arguing. A loud thud followed the arguing. The neighbor assumed the cause of the thud was Gilbert throwing Charmane against the wall. As it turned out the neighbor was right. Unfortunately the kids witnessed the entire exchange.”
Shannon shook her head. “We’ve offered Charmane assistance for herself and her children but she refuses to leave Gilbert. As a result, today we will be removing the children from the home and placing them in foster care.”
“Why does she refuse to leave him?”
 “Scared perhaps.” Shannon sighed and shook her head. “And he’s probably her crack supplier.”
“Is Gilbert still in lockup?”
“Yes, so it would probably be a good idea to head over there and remove the children before he’s released.”
“I’ll get my unmarked and meet you up front,” Spinelli replied as he sprang to his feet and headed for the door. Before his third step hit the floor he heard Shannon call his name. He turned to find her standing behind her desk holding up a set of keys.
He cocked his head to the side. “What?”
“We’ll take one of the vehicles assigned to Social Services. They’re fully equipped with car seats for matters such as these,” Shannon said as she handed the keys to him. “You can drive so I can review the file some more.”
“Car seats? How many children are we talking about here?”
“Three. The oldest, Lesha is seven, Darius is three and Christina is nine months old.”
Spinelli followed Shannon to the parking lot. She pointed at a dark green Dodge minivan. “That’s the one.”
He shifted his eyes from the minivan to Shannon and then back to the van. “That, we’re taking that?” No red lights, no sirens, no excitement. Life as he knew it was slipping away from him.
“Perhaps you could just get in and drive, and forget the comments,” Shannon said as she climbed in through the passenger door.
Spinelli got in on the driver’s side and started the engine. He adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs, then the mirrors. Once he finished altering everything, he glanced over at Shannon.
“What?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I’m just wondering how I got here. Yesterday I was a homicide detective and today I’m driving a minivan that smells like sweaty socks.”
“I’m sorry you’re not pleased with your assignment but we need to get going if we are going to remove the children before Gilbert makes bail.”
Spinelli put the minivan in drive and headed toward the Washington home located just north of downtown, on Cherry Street. He knew that area could mean trouble. His senses moved into “full alert” mode.


6 comments:

  1. Nice excerpt! Sounds like a good story.

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    1. Hi Cheryl, I'm glad you liked the excerpt. Thanks for visiting.

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  2. This seems like a story I would like to read. Good piece.

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  3. Penny, thanks so much for hosting me. As per random.org the winner of the PDF of Covert Exposure is Cheryl.

    Cheryl, please email me at valclarizio@yahoo.com to let me know what email address to send to book to.

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  4. Val, thank you for following up on your give away! I know Cheryl will be thrilled. I sent her an email today.

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