Double Crime Thriller Giveaway

Hop into this contest. We’re giving away a signed copy of Tom Stone: Sweltering Summer Nights along with a novel by CJ Box–Paradise Valley.

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We bring together the best (or worst) of the urban world of Los Angeles and the Dakotas. It’s clear that no matter where you live, crime abounds.

While we love readers who want more Detective Tom Stone novels along with the grit of Los Angeles, we also respect accomplished novelists like CJ Box. His stories Badlands and Paradise Valley have a similar theme to our Tom Stone crime fiction-thriller novels.

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Can Angelino escape the mob’s clutches?

Big News

We release our 4th novel, the crime-thriller story Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill the week of October 7th on Amazon.

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3 Books, 3 Bucks Early September

Here’s your chance to scoop up ebook copies of our novels for only 99 cents each from now until September 8. All available on Amazon.

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Racing through the streets of Los Angeles neighborhoods in pursuit of justice.

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Book 1 Tom Stone: A Nitty Gritty Christmas

Book 2 Tom Stone: Sweltering Summer Nights

Book 3 Tom Stone: Day of the Dead

It’s part of our month-long Road to Release for Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill.

We release the week of October 7

One Shot, One Kill is Book 4 in the Tom Stone Detective stories.

A sniper starts picking off the wicked and wealthy who are funding drug shipments coming into Los Angeles. Detective Tom Stone starts the chase, and in the power vacuum a drug cartel sweeps in to challenge for control.

The cartel’s shot caller is in prison and orders an attack on the estate of mobster Frank DeVito.

Stone suspects DeVito’s involvement in the drug trade but nothing is pinned on him as the sniper is followed and traced.

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EXCERPT Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill

Gently rolling waves lifting the Jet Ski felt relaxing. Early morning broke from the east with light finding its way beyond the beach and just starting to touch the ocean. Only a few walkers, runners, and bikers were on the path—fortunately. The water was calm like the whole scenario was meant to be. Like God was smiling down and giving approval.

            The battle was going well, according to plan, and the intelligence gathered was high quality. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. A jogger went along the asphalt trail not seeing the patch that was placed as a marker. Light mingled with the marine layer and illuminated the area in a diffused haze. But over the ocean and beyond the breakwater, just enough inky darkness remained as a natural camouflage.

The water was like a lullaby, soothing arms giving him the freedom to breathe. The waves rolling toward shore made him feel like he was floating in the clouds. He researched the spot and time perfectly. Commercial fishing boats toiled farther out to sea, surfers chased larger waves a mile north, and recreational boaters didn’t frequent this area.

He chambered a round, lifted the rifle, and peered through the scope. A man entered view. Heavy. Moving slowly. He stopped and knelt to tie his shoe. Too close to the patch. Keep breathing. Let it happen. Don’t force it. And then the man stood and went on his way. He looked at the time and as another minute ticked past, he wondered. Would it happen this morning? Such a perfect scenario.

Only several minutes more and he’d have had to abandon the post since the light was spreading. He focused the scope and brought a jogger into view, heading past the heavy man and going south. Like an answer to prayer there she was. Her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. In good shape for a woman entering her fifties. She made her way down the street from her home in Pacific Palisades and onto the beach path, her exercise regimen that she described during the interview in the Wall Street Journal. Lithe in a sweat suit that conformed to her body. Jogging as her Golden Retriever ran free several strides ahead. She conducted business from her estate above the ocean and traveled back to her native Shanghai up to six months a year. The Journal showed a picture of her recently constructed home in China that was adorned with two Tibetan Mastiffs who added to the display of wealth.

She was the link between the west and the east, overseeing a global shipping conglomerate, Mingyun Shipping, that transported containers over the oceans. The Pacific was the busiest route. She inherited the company that was started by her grandfather and run by her father. She had the fortune of expanding it as China welcomed western businesses and prospered economically. Hidden in the ocean-going cargo containers was more than raw materials, consumer goods, and recyclables. She was a global link in the supply chain and was so adept at finding new businesses to grow and expand that her holding company was among the richest in the world.

Pacific Palisades was a closed community just north of Santa Monica where the newest Teslas, Bentleys, and classic Jaguars were common sights. It gave her a sense of security so that she often jogged alone without the presence of bodyguards.             He dialed her in through the riflescope and didn’t need to check distance. All was measured and accounted for in previous trial runs.

Crime Book Giveaways–plus a Michael Connelly Bonus Paperback

Fun crime thriller contest and short story giveaway!

We’re kicking off a month-long launch celebration of our crime thriller Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill by giving away a few cool and neato stories. If you’re a fan of authors like Michael Connelly, CJ Box and LT Vargus then a Tom Stone story is your thing-uh-muh-jiggy.

Enter to win a signed copy of Tom Stone: Day of the Dead

#1 Your chance to win a signed copy of Tom Stone: Day of the Dead plus Michael Connelly’s Darkness More Than Night in mass paperback.

Here’s what you do:

Click this link to our giveaway page — the link is safe and trusted, it’s hosted by King Sumo.

Just a note: we’ll only mail to U.S. addresses, but we really do love our friends throughout the globe — and especially our audience in the Commonwealth. It’s just a postage pricing thing.

You’ll find entry details on the contest page.

#2 Want a tingle to roll along your spine?

Then download a free Kindle copy of our short story A Deadly Path.

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Release Week for Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill — Around the Corner

Of course, the big kahuna coming up is the release of Book 4 Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill … look for it rolling out the week of September 9th.

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EXCERPT FROM TOM STONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL

The vantage point from the hillside was clear with the old-fashioned steam locomotives and box cars from Travel Town directly below. The popular destination was located along the northwestern area of Griffith Park. It was one of the few places in Los Angeles that families could go for free and turn back the clock to an earlier era of transportation. A roadway cut a path between the local tourist attraction and a well-traveled equestrian path with riders in jodhpurs and helmets walking and trotting their mounts.

When the war on terror started after September Eleven, Two-Thousand and One, then-president George W. Bush announced that many heroes in the struggle would remain anonymous and the public would never learn their names.

Smuggling drugs and ruining men and women financially was just as cruel and evil as a suicide bomber attacking innocent civilians. The government was failing miserably in its battle against drugs, and it was necessary to be an anonymous warrior. Leaving the patch gave a clue that someone was brave enough to battle it on their own. It took research, lots of it, to identify the responsible parties for the havoc being wrought on Los Angeles and throughout the United States, hell—the whole world: needles in the veins, coke snorted up the nose. It all came down to following the money. Month after month of looking up facts and figures, following trials of arrested drug dealers, and connecting the dots revealed each of the players and the fortresses of wealth and luxury that made them look like upstanding citizens, role models. But their wealth was gained by poisoning the lives of men and women craving euphoria.

That’s why there was no mistaking the rider in the teal tank top, brown leggings, and dark helmet who was riding English saddle with two other women.

MS-13 and the Tattooed Gang Members in One Shot, One Kill

A grizzly notion for me, an indie author crime novelist, and one that turned my insides as I considered it but Lon insisted. The gang members we portray in our thriller novel Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill must have tattoos. And not just on their arms and chests.

We’ll soon release our Book 4 novel in the Tom Stone Detective story series and you’ll see a notorious gang rolling into the picture. Read the excerpt below.

Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

Want to get a taste of our writing? Scroll down for an excerpt from One Shot, One Kill and you can also get our short story, A Deadly Path, for free! As indie crime authors, we enjoy giving our readers the chill-zees.

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We didn’t model them after any one gang in particular and not exactly MS-13 but that gang does indeed exist around the U.S. and in Los Angeles.

The initials stand for Mara Salvatrucha and their members are primarily of El Salvadoran descent. The gang started in Los Angeles but has now spread throughout the U.S., Canada and Mexico.

MS-13 is well-known around Los Angeles. Here’s an excerpt from our novel that sheds light on the gang and drug-cartel violence we see in LA. Below the excerpt are a couple of reports on MS-13 and a video from a Ted Talk on how a MS-13 member left the gang.


EXCERPT TOM STONE ONE SHOT, ONE KILL

Nothing. Arturo watched the man put down the phone. Slimy was the name Arturo had given him. Slimy called over to another gangbanger, Javier, who was staggering and fondling a woman in tight shorts and a T-shirt. “She ain’t picking up.”

            Javier, sporting a new tattoo and unsteady from too many tequila shots, glanced in Arturo’s direction. “We’ll decide what to do with him. We don’t need her approval for every little thing.”

            “You don’t touch him. Not yet anyway.” Slimy took a syringe, getting ready for a nice hit. He just looked greasy with a partially balding head that he kept oiled.

Music pulsed through the warehouse. The party started about eleven P.M. and kept going. Bare-chested thugs and plenty of women clacking about in high heels grinded against each other under the faint light and in the darkened corners. They were stupid women, thought Arturo, throwing their lives away for chances to be thots in the arms of bad-ass boys. Booze and drugs kept them high and chased away reality.

Arturo watched a good dozen or so foot soldiers aligned with Ojos Negros make their way in and out of the warehouse. Slimy had caught him trying to call Alisha.

“That’s what Lil’ Jo told me to do.” Arturo protested. “Call and threaten her.”

Slimy wasn’t buying it. “But that’s not what the fuck you were doing.” He growled as he watched the others take two gang members they accused of snitching, and chained them to a rafter like animals about to be slaughtered. They took their knives, teasing the victims with sharp pokes up and down their torsos, and then slowly cutting them open, giving them time to scream with each slice. Younger gang members took their turns cutting, almost like an initiation ritual.

Arturo never imagined that life could get so sickening and he longed to be back in Zacatecas watching his children go to school and embracing his wife. Regret took him months back and flooded him with guilt for not having stopped Anthony Angelino from smuggling cocaine. He silently begged God’s forgiveness and vowed to make right. Slimy injected himself and sunk into a drugged state while men with black eyes explored the women who gyrated and moved to the beats reverberating off the concrete walls.

The smell of weed filled the hazy room, beer cans and liquor bottles clattered on the floor as they fell empty and an open door beckoned Arturo. At this moment, who would notice? His cot was against a far wall but that didn’t concern his captors, the pendejos. They were steamrolling their way to power, crushing everyone, and now they were celebrating. The party intensified and couples stumbled toward bedrooms made from makeshift partitions. Javier was nowhere to be seen. Arturo scooped a bottle of Hennessy off the floor and wandered into the crowd.


NEWS ON MS-13

The Feds arrested 21 MS-13 members in May and was the largest action taken against the gang. Read the story here in the LA Daily News.

And in suburban Panorama City in the San Fernando Valley, MS-13 members beat and dismembered the body of a high school student. The school wouldn’t say a thing about the killing, according to a July 2019 report in the LA Times.


Tough stuff, huh? But let’s be thankful for the people who fight to keep us safe. And that’s at the heart of our Tom Stone Detective stories.

Stay tuned for the release. Join our reading group and get notified of freebie stuff and discounts you’ll love.

So if you’re searching around for the best in indie author crime stories, give us a look.

A crime story that involves little-known neighborhoods of Los Angeles.

You can get started in the Tom Stone series for only 99 cents with Book 1 Tom Stone: A Nitty Gritty Christmas on Amazon and Kobo books.

Mexican Cartel Killings Ripped from Our Tom Stone Novel

Recent gang killings in Mexico show the brutal nature of drug cartels and gangs fighting for power–and brings reality to our upcoming novel Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill.

Getty Images via Fox 11

A news report relayed via Fox 11 says that in the state of Michoacán, “nine bodies were found in the city of Uruapán hanging from an overpass. Seven other bodies were chopped up and dumped on the road, with three additional bodies hacked up and left further down the road.”

Women were among the victims and were treated as terribly as the men.

Mexican authorities have called it “theatrical violence” that’s meant to intimidate and subdue rivals.

Even though our Tom Stone novels are adventure-thrillers, Lon and I don’t like dwelling on it and yet we also can’t ignore it. A brutal reality exists but rather than glorify it, Detective Tom Stone and his friends work through it to protect Los Angeles.

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EXCERPT from Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill

Arturo lifted his head as a sack was roughly pulled off of it. He sat on a chair in the middle of a vacant warehouse, wrists bound behind him. His bruised, battered, and bloodied lips stung every time he inhaled, and his eyes, beaten black and blue, were nearly swollen shut. His ribs ached and made taking deep breaths excruciating. He tried to look at his surroundings, but every movement was painful.

A heavily accented voice welcomed him back to consciousness. “Finally awake, pendejo.” It was a statement, not a question.

            “Where am I? Where’s Marta?”

A couple of men stepped into view. Almost every square inch of their skin was covered in tattoos. Foot soldiers from some Mexican drug cartel.

“Who the fuck are you?” moaned Arturo.

            One of the men leaned in close, eye to eye. The whites of his eyes were tattooed black. Ojos Negros. Black Eyes. The newest and one of the most violent cartels fighting for control of the drug trade in South America, Mexico, and now the U.S.

            Arturo knew he was dead. “Am I such a big shot that Ojos Negros sends a couple of errand boys for me? What the fuck?”

            The foot solider smiled with amusement and stepped back as the other black-eyed man dialed a smartphone.

            “Someone wants to talk to you.”

            “Kind of hard for me to hold a phone right now,” quipped Arturo.

            The black-eyed man listened while the phone rang, then spoke into it. “He’s awake.”

He waited a moment, then switched the call to video, and held the screen in front of Arturo’s face.  Arturo was shocked. Lil’ Jo, wearing an orange jumpsuit and sporting her usual close-cropped hair, was staring back at him.

            What the hell? “Lil’ Jo?”

            “Arturo, buenos dias. How was your trip? Did you enjoy the plane ride?” She smiled and spoke casually as if they were just two friends sitting down for a meal. Behind her were the starkly colored walls of a cell. California state prison. Tattoos ran from beneath her sleeves, along her toned biceps, and down to her wrists.

            “What going on? Where’s Marta? My kids?”

            “Yeah, I heard you got married. Thanks for the invite to the wedding, which I never got. And you’re going to be a Papa. Congratulations.” She laced with her voice with compassionate-sounding sarcasm. “Arturo, you look like shit.”

            “I swear to God, if you’ve hurt Marta—”

            Her toned changed. “What? What are you going to do? I don’t think you can do anything right now. So you should just shut the fuck up and listen.” She spoke to the black-eyed man. “Javier, we’re old friends here. Cut him loose and let him hold the phone.”

            Her orders were followed without question as the man brandished a box cutter and slit the zip ties that bit into Arturo’s wrists. He rubbed the soreness from them as he took the phone. He started to stand and stretch his muscles, but Javier pushed him back onto the chair. Arturo looked closely at the screen and saw Lil’ Jo reclining on her bunk.

            “Did you do all of this? And where the fuck am I?”

            “Look around. Don’t recognize the place?” asked Lil’ Jo in mock surprise. “Maybe that’s because you never showed up there like you were supposed to.”

            Arturo thought about it. “Santa Monica?” So this was her revenge.

            “You got it. Welcome to America, vato. Yeah, that’s the warehouse that you were supposed to deliver the coke to. But instead, for some reason you double-crossed us. Did you know that the pendejo that Angel was dealing with turned out to be a DEA agent?”

            Arturo fought a sick feeling in his stomach.

            “Now Angel’s dead and I’m in prison, although, as you can see, I’m making the best of it.” She scanned with her phone and showed bags of chips, butts of cigarettes, and books with torn covers. “I got food and books, what else do I need? Oh, hold on.” She smiled, reached under a corner of her bunk’s mattress and pulled out a familiar looking bag. “I even got a little King Moses OG Kush. This stuff’s getting harder and harder to find.”

            “You can’t leave home without it, can you?”

She opened the plastic baggie and inhaled. “Why would I want to?”

“If I would have come here that night,” protested Arturo, “I’d probably be in prison or dead, too.”  

            “Oh, no. You would have surrendered right away to save your sorry ass. You still might get dead. That depends on you. And the only reason that you’re still breathing is because we’re friends. You’re my homeboy, bro. And even though I’m in here and you’re living your life, helping kids, and building schools—”

Arturo’s eyes widened.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Lil’ Jo continued “I know all about you. I do have to say that what you pulled off was brilliant. Really? Never thought you could do something like that – didn’t know you were that smart, or maybe you’re just really stupid. That’s yet to be determined. But I’m pissed off at you about it, too. Why didn’t you tell me? We could have done it together and got even more coke. I didn’t give a shit about that little pendejo, Angel. Arturo, we been homies since we were kids, dawg. Why you do me like that? It hurt worse than getting shot and ending up in here.”


Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill will release early September.

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Why Los Angeles is Such a Great Place for Crime Fiction

You’ve heard about the homeless situation in LA, no doubt. If you’ve visited or live here then you’ve either seen the depth of the situation or you pass by it nearly every day. One of the most challenging locations to drive past is along Alvarado Street beneath the 101 freeway overpass.

It’s heartbreaking, just like many of the social ills that strike us.

But the homeless situation isn’t the main reason that Los Angeles is such a great city for crime fiction. I write about it in this article that I posted on Medium.com:

Why Los Angeles is a Great Setting for Crime Fiction

Downtown Los Angeles and the 110 Freeway

Los Angeles is a collection of incredibly diverse neighborhoods with dreamers and doers–many who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Thus, conflict and crime.

If we’re new crime authors to you, then here’s a great way to get familiar with us and our writing — stop here, join our reading group, and get yourself a free short story, A Deadly Path.

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Now, enjoy this excerpt from Book 4 Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill — releasing oh-so-soon!

EXCERPT — FROM OUR UPCOMING TOM STONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL

She was a real beauty with her red hair flowing from beneath the dark velvet helmet and contrasting with the soft teal of her clothing. Wonderful.

A quiet euphoria took hold, as pleasurable as relaxing by a mountain lake and all it took was breathing in—and out—sensing the moment like a conductor of an orchestra. He focused so deeply that the sounds of traffic on the street and freeway faded into quiet. The only sound he heard was the slow beating of his heart as she pulled into view a few hundred yards below. He squeezed the trigger and within a split second the exact position where her body was on the horse vanished beneath a splash of red.

The screams didn’t happen instantly. They almost never did. A surprise shot took several seconds for reality to awaken the bystanders. How perfect. His camouflage shirt and khakis blended in with the trail of scrub brush while the boulders acted like a wall of concrete, making for an easy getaway. The screaming started and then was drowned out by the noise of the 101 Freeway. It was tempting to want to stay and watch the riders jumping off their steeds and wailing for their mortally wounded friend. That was a luxury and there was no time. Not now. Not in war. A battle by an anonymous lone soldier was going to achieve what corrupt law enforcement failed to do.

There was no way to launch a full-scale attack with an actual army, so surgical strikes would have to do, picking off the leaders one-by-one—the wealth creators. As each one crumpled and died, there would be fewer investments made to bring the shipments into Los Angeles and up the coast. Little by little the cartels would get the message.

Truth in fiction and writing crime with a partner

Clickity clack … what other sounds does a keyboard make? I start typing, finish several pages and send them off to Lon. He reads, makes notes and sends them back. Pssst, near the end of this post is a great way to get a story for free and we have an excerpt from Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill.

Writing the Tom Stone Detective Series with him has the look of a traditional writer-editor relationship where we discuss an idea or approach, I write it up, and he puts in his comments.

During our revision round, we’ll get together in person or, lately, use the Facebook messenger app and I’ll read, while he listens and we incorporate edits and smooth out rough patches.

Collaborating on creative work isn’t easy, just like any business partnership has its troubles. But this relationship has worked well for us and it’s resulted in a short story, three novels, and our fourth novel Book 4 Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill.

Readers are interested in stories that flow well and create an experience, but if you’re interested in a behind-the-scenes look at creating then check out this article I wrote on my Medium.com site, How I’m Writing a Detective Story Series with a Writing Partner.

While you’re at it, here’s a related article on Medium, Truth in Fiction: an Extraordinary Look at Real Life.

Meanwhile, we’re the final revision round for Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill and look forward to it’s release.

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Excerpt Tom Stone: One Shot, One Kill