Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Lauren Carr Mystery Bash Virtual Book Tour & #Give@way - Meet Mac Faraday

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Today, we meet Mac Faraday!

Here's Lauren's ideal Mac:

Who wouldn't love this series? I know! Awesome! Let's meet Mac!

Guest Post: Meet Mac Faraday
By Lauren Carr

Archie told me that I had to write this article for some blog (What’s a blog anyway?) for a friend who loves mysteries. So, where do I start?
I guess I should start at the beginning.
It all started two years ago. Truthfully, it started much before that, but for me, it started two years ago.
One day, I came home from working eighteen hours on a case as a homicide detective in Washington, DC, to find that my wife of more than twenty years had thrown my stuff out in the yard. That was when I found out that she was leaving me for her lover, District Attorney Stephen Maguire. The next thing I know, I’m living in a third-floor walk-up apartment while Christine is living in the three-bedroom, two-bath home that we had built together. Through Maguire’s influence, on the day of the divorce, she got it all.
That is why I hate lawyers.
But life is ironic.
Here it is the last divorce hearing. The judge, a good buddy of Maguire, pounds the gavel to end our twenty year marriage. I’m trying to not strangle my divorce lawyer who chose then to wake up to hand me his bill, when this little silver-haired man in a ten-thousand-dollar suit comes through the crowd to grab my arm.
“Mr. Faraday? Mac Faraday? I need to talk to you.”
Seeing yet another lawyer, who had to be another friend of that skunk Maguire, I replied, “No habla English,” and ran in the other direction.
Would you believe he chased me for three blocks? I think he would have continued chasing me if I didn’t start feeling sorry for him and stopped to ask him what he wanted.  I braced for the subpoena notifying me that I was being sued for whatever.
He slipped a business card into my hand and introduced himself as Ben Willingham, the senior partner of Willingham and Associates, only the biggest law firm in DC.
This is not going to be good, I thought.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ben caught his breath before reaching into his briefcase. “Do you know Robin Spencer?”
“No,” I answered before remembering the name. “Famous writer. She writes murder mysteries. We met a few years ago when she interviewed me for research for a book she was writing. She was creating a new detective.”
He took a folder and a book out of his briefcase. “Do you know that she died six weeks ago?”
Sorrow overtook my anger. I had only spent one day with this woman. I had seen all of the movies based on her detective, Mickey Forsythe, a rich man whose hobby was going around solving murder mysteries in his fancy sports car. I expected to meet a glamorous woman dripping in jewels and furs. Instead, she was dressed in slacks, cracked bawdy jokes, and reminded me of a Sunday school teacher I had as a child.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I told him. “I liked her. She was a very nice lady.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.” Ben smiled at me. “Because you’re her heir.”
Do you know when people say that they can’t believe their ears? Well, at that moment I could not believe what I heard. I really thought that I was hearing things. This little man in a sweaty ten-thousand dollar suit was telling me something other than what I was hearing because it could not be real. It just didn’t make sense. He had to tell me four times before I believed what I was hearing.
Still, it did not make sense.
“Robin Spencer has left you her entire estate,” he explained. “Roughly, it is valued at four-hundred-and-seventy million dollars.”
“Why me?” I found my voice to ask. “I barely knew her.”
“You were adopted … as a baby.”
I nodded. As numb as I felt, even that was so far in the past I barely remembered that I had been adopted. As a child, it had been a big deal. My adoptive parents wanted to me know that they had chosen me. I was wanted. Otherwise, my childhood was so normal, as normal as it can be for the son of an engineer who worked for the government chucking engineering in favor of being an underpaid homicide detective.
“You are Robin Spencer’s son,” Ben Willingham announced. “She was only seventeen years old when she had you. Her parents, your grandparents, being socially prominent and wealthy, kept your birth a secret and had you put up for adoption. Robin never forgot you. She hunted you down, got a sample of your DNA while interviewing you a few years ago, confirmed that you were her son, and made you her beneficiary. She left you everything.”
He handed me the folder and book, which it turned out to be Robin Spencer’s journal. “Congratulations, Mac Faraday, you are now a very rich man.” He leaned in to whisper to me, “And your EX-wife has no right to any of it.”  
Ben then uttered the same evil chuckle that I think they teach lawyers in law school. Don’t get me wrong. I like Ben. I think it’s because he now works for me.
So, that is how it all began.
Robin, my mother, explained the circumstances of my birth in her journal, even giving me the name of my birth father, who was now deceased.
Patrick O’Callaghan and Robin were teenaged lovers. He had graduated from high school and went off to the police academy when she got pregnant. They wanted to get married, but her parents refused to permit it and sent my mother away to have me in secret.
Years later, after she had become a best-selling mystery author, Robin returned to Spencer where my father was now the chief of police, and married to another woman. He also had another son, David, my half-brother.
Yep, I have a brother. He’s working in law enforcement, too. Now that I know it runs in the blood, I don’t feel so weird. I always wanted a brother and now I had one. I also had a mansion on the shore of Deep Creek Lake in Spencer, Maryland, named after my ancestors.
So, with my newfound wealth, I retired from the police force, packed up my few belongings, and headed out to my new home on Deep Creek Lake.
That was where I met Archie Monday. Who’s Archie Monday? She was my mother’s research assistant and editor. She came with the house. It’s complicated.
I also met Gnarly, another part of my inheritance. My mother’s German shepherd seems to think that the estate is his and he’s only letting me live here. That’s complicated, too.
How was I to know that my move into the life of the rich and famous went launch a roller coaster ride of murder and mayhem? But you know what … I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Interview and Review at Melina The Reader

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Spotlight at MK McClintock's Blog

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Guest Blog at Lori's Reading Corner

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Review and Guest Blog at A Book Lover's Library
Reviewed at The-Self-Taught Cook

Lauren Carr fell in love with mysteries when her mother read Perry Mason to her at bedtime. The first installment in the Joshua Thornton mysteries, A Small Case of Murder was a finalist for the Independent Publisher Book Award. A Reunion to Die For was released in hardback in June 2007. Both of these books are in re-release.

Lauren is also the author of the Mac Faraday Mysteries, which takes place in Deep Creek Lake, Maryland. The first two books in her series, It’s Murder, My Son and Old Loves Die Hard have been getting rave reviews from readers and reviewers. The next book in this series, Shades of Murder, will be released May 2012. This will be Lauren’s fifth mystery.

Lauren’s sixth book, Dead on Ice, will be released in Fall 2012. Dead on Ice will introduce a new series entitled Lovers in Crime, in which Joshua Thornton will join forces with homicide detective Cameron Gates.

The owner of Acorn Book Services, Lauren is also a publishing manager, consultant, editor, cover and layout designer, and marketing agent for independent authors. This spring, two books written by independent authors will be released through the management of Acorn Book Services.

Lauren is a popular speaker who has made appearances at schools, youth groups, and on author panels at conventions. She also passes on what she has learned in her years of writing and publishing by conducting workshops and teaching in community education classes.

She lives with her husband, son, and two dogs on a mountain in Harpers Ferry, WV.


Lauren Carr said...

Hello, World! I hope everyone survived Sandy. Now it is time to take a break from clean up to meet Mac Faraday.


Nightly Cafe said...

I survived :). I lost internet for a bit but back on now :) YAY! Love Mac!

rhonda1111 said...

I really love Mac Faraday I have read the books twice. Mysteries are fun to read and try and figure out who is guilty. thanks for the world of Mac

Unknown said...

I love Mac Faraday but of course Gnarly steals the show every time.

Unknown said...

haha, I agree with her ideal Mac! ;)

Lauren Carr said...

Glad you all agree with my ideal Mac. He is my honey, even if only in my mind.

Thank you all for coming by today & don't forget if you have not already to pass the word that all of Mac Faraday's mysteries are free on Amazon Kindle tomorrow!