I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR
BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Liah Penn is an author and attorney who resides outside of New Orleans, Louisiana with her husband and two sons. A former prosecutor, she has worked on an Indian reservation, on the Mexican border and as a small town lawyer. She is hard at work on the second book in the Ina Stone and Sam Fujimoto mystery, “Pure Justice”.
Q: How would you describe yourself as a color? Think personality here. Are you a light and airy pastel person, or more of a deep, dark, sultry and mysterious color?
A: Oh, I am most definitely a jewel tone! Think silk taffeta in emerald green. Lots of movement and light.
Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Midnight candle burner. People always ask me when I find time to write. I tell them between midnight and three a.m.
Q: How do you feel when a reader (or a fan) takes the time to contact you?
A: I am thrilled! I remember writing to Louisa May Alcott as a child and finding out she was long gone, but someone wrote back. I still have that letter.
Q: Bedtime, relaxing so you can sleep sounds. Is your preference, white noise, TV, soft music, ocean waves, forest or meadow sounds, babbling brook, or something else?
A: Oddly enough, my favorite sleep sounds is whale music! It's fabulous!
Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: Tea! My grandmother was born in England so I love it with milk and sugar.
BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I have written since I was in second grade and created a series of books called "Mr. Bee" and he did all sorts of fun things like go to the zoo with the neighborhood children.
Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: A lot of what I write starts off as a germ of an idea from an experience I've had, or a story I heard. Sometimes it is based on a news story that I take and run with.
Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: Getting past the middle! That's when you think nothing is going to work and your characters are flat.
Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: I love sitting at the computer with a cup of tea and getting into the zone, then realizing that an hour has flown by.
Q: Who's your favorite author?
A: Elmore Leonard, the king of crime novels and snappy dialogue.
BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I am working on the second book in the series: Pure Justice, featuring Ina Stone and Sam Fujimoto. It's a more complex plot with lots of action, new characters and some intriguing twists.
Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, Facebook page or any buy links?
A: Facebook under Liah Penn, @liahpenn and liahpenn.com or click here:
Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: Yes, I am.Remaining Tour schedule:
Laurie Michele with a Rewiew!
Cubicle Blindness has a Spotlight
Boom Baby Reviews with a Rewiew!
Raquel Gabrielle’s Blog with a Review!
Pure Death Blurb:
An Impure world, a perfect murder…
A murdered society debutante, her body sprinkled with 89 Costa Rican butterflies. A headless, gutted corpse washed up on shore with a beautiful, dead teenager. The case is anything but straightforward, and in an uncertain future, where resources are limited and the genetically defective are banished to a ghetto territory for Impures, Chief Detective Ina Stone and her partner, rookie detective Sam Fujimoto, must cross into Pure Territory to find a killer. An Impure herself, Ina must overcome her defect. And when her life is threatened, she must learn to rely on Sam, whose interest in her seems more than just professional.
Yet the Pures may have created a world in which even they don’t want to live anymore. Resources have become too scarce to hide, and a black market for medicine comes to light. When a third murder is discovered, Ina and Sam know there’s a connection. With too many suspects and not enough time, they must find that connection before the killer strikes again.
Excerpt:I had been born Pure, just after the War, a perfect baby, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and parents who tested in the top one percent of the intelligence quotient. But I wasn’t perfect. When I was pulled from my mother’s womb my left hand was withered, damaged, and bent. Now, as I walked home, I pulled the defective hand out of my pocket and left it out. Just in case. IP Territory was a dangerous place to live.
The rain had stopped by the time I left the bar, so as I navigated the oily streets, my ears were alert for signs of trouble. It was nearly two o’clock in the morning. The mist hung in sheets and my hair was beaded with pearls of moisture like spider’s eggs on a black widow’s web. I could feel the damp and cold seeping into my bones. I recalled the glistening of body fluids under the decomposed body, oozing from the flesh as it fell like parchment from the sinewy muscle and bones.
I stopped in my tracks and thought. Was the ground under the body dry? No, it was wet. But not just from the body fluids. No blood. We saw that. But the dirt, not dry. Moist. Black, silty Mississippi river mud. Had the body been placed after it had started raining? Or had it washed up on shore? Was that what Melker meant when he said the person hadn’t died there? I felt the evidence bag in my pocket. I’d have to log it in on Monday.
I walked on, the street lamps casting an amber hue, burnishing the decaying buildings with its light. Oil on the streets weeped into puddles creating rainbows in the grime. The shiny pen-like object on the chain. Why wasn’t it dirty and oily? Or had it been washed clean by the rain before the body had been placed at the dump site? Was it even related?
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