Character Interview: Daytona Dead By Karen Vaughan

For those of you not keeping up, I’ve been participating in the Fantastic Blog Hop Tour and have been featuring this week author, Karen Vaughan author of Daytona Dead, Dead Comic Standing and Dead on Arrival.  Today, we’re gonna have a little fun and talk to one of her characters to see just how she feels about her circumstances in crime/murder mystery.  Enjoy!

Character Interview: Daytona Dead By Karen Vaughan

Interview with Laura Hamilton-Fitz

What is your biggest fear?Daytona Dead By Karen Vaughan

LHF: I fear that one day all my amateur sleuthing is going to catch up with me. Gerry or I could get really hurt or Gerry could get sick of me playing Nancy Drew and leave.

What would you give up everything to have?

LHF: Children

What is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made and are you going to be able to rectify it?

LHF: Hmm that’s a hard one but getting to involved in the Leena situation in OVER HER DEAD BODY. I could have been Killed and it nearly ended me and Gerry.  I tried to lay off but again death found is in DAYTONA DEAD.
What food would you never eat?

LHF:  Entrails- I don’t do liver, tripe, tongue or kidney –makes me want to yack!

You’ve dressed to impress. What are you wearing?

LHF:  Me a fashion maven? I am most comfortable in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

What one thing have you found unattainable thus far in your life?

LHF:  Motherhood and a winning lottery ticket.

What is about to change for you?

LHF:  I am not sure but Gerry and I are trying for that all important baby. The clock is ticking.

Where do you live? (and is this your only life?—for para stories only)

LHF:  We live in the north end of Toronto in Canada. We just moved from Scarborough.

When did you live?

LHF:  Why did your writer pick this time in history? (if this is not a contemporary story)

Who are you? (ie: warrior, demon, doctor, mechanic):

LHF:  Building superintendant for a high rise building  and amateur sleuth as it turns out. Some even call me a corpse magnet.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? (more than physical description, please)

LHF:  Someone who is trying to find herself and who is insecure.

Who do you hate and why?

LHF: Not really hate but I do have a few people I would be happy not to see again.  Tiny Todd Crawford(DEAD ON ARRIVAL), Leena Dubois Brown(OVER HER DEAD BODY) and Killer T. Ford (DAYTONA DEAD)

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Previously posted articles about Karen and Daytona Dead:

https://rachelrueben.com/2013/04/01/karen-vaughan-breakout-star/

https://rachelrueben.com/2013/04/02/an-excerpt-from-daytona-dead-by-karen-vaughan/

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About Karen Vaughan:Author Karen Vaughan

Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough Ontario with her husband Jim and a four legged off spring named Sugar. She is the mom of a 22 year old daughter and four grown step children and a 2 1/2 year old grandson named Ike. DEAD COMIC STANDING is her second novel. Her first novel DEAD ON ARRIVAL garnered praise from friends, family and online gamers.  She also enjoys doing crafts and other hobbies. Her latest book is called OVER HER DEAD BODY is the second book to DEAD ON ARRIVAL. DAYTONA DEAD is the third in that series which is soon to be released.

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An Excerpt From Daytona Dead By Karen Vaughan

Yesterday, I interviewed Karen H. Vaughan for the Fantastic Blog Hop Tour and today, I’ll be giving you a peek into her latest book, “Daytona Dead.”  For the next few weeks I’ll be interviewing and sharing excerpts with you from some of the most amazing authors so stay tuned!

Daytona Dead By Karen Vaughan
Available on Amazon and Barnes & Nobel

Plans for the next day included getting some of our pictures saved on a CD, so I could clear the card in my camera. So I figured I might as well develop the ones from Lou’s camera.  I was at a Kodak kiosk doing just that, when I felt the hair on the back of my neck prick up, so I whipped around to find the creepy cop behind me.

“Ok, this is getting old really fast. Do you have an odd fixation with following tourists around? Or are you just being a jerk?”

“Mrs. Fitz, dear, no need for a meltdown. I just happen to be at the same photo kiosk as you “

“Ya, I bet!”

“Oh my, someone is paranoid.” he laughed, “Maybe you really are guilty of that guy’s murder and used the road kill scenario as a cover up. Maybe, you staged it to divert attention. I may have to take my thoughts on this to the detective on the case.”

People were staring at us and backing away out of the store. The police officer was in his civvies and couldn’t do anything at that point.  He was grinning evilly, thinking he was getting the better of me.

I stood straight up, “Too late Fife, we’ve been cleared of all charges so don’t even go there.”

His weasel-like face turned bright red, “Quit calling me Fife, my first name isn’t even Barney! It’s Dave, Dave Meecham. With that he turned and stomped away from the kiosk.

Okay, so now my would-be stalker had a name, should I need to use it?  I continued to copy the photos from my card and printed off the ones from Lou’s SIM card.  I went to pay for my pictures and the clerk looked at me oddly.

“What do I owe ya?”

“Um, six dollars.” She was clearly rattled by clash with the creepazoid.

It’s okay, dear, I’m not going to rob or kill ya. There’s no need to be nervous. My friend who just left is highly delusional…thinks he’s a cop or something. Most people have a thing for FBI or the CIA. He just wants to be at home in Mayberry with Andy, Aunt Bea and Opie”

The counter clerk laughed, took my money and moved on. I walked out with my photos and CD and Lou’s hard copies.

When I got back to the hotel I was still angry at the nerve of Dave Meecham implying we still might be responsible for Lou’s death.  This made me angrier as no one should be pissed off on their honeymoon. What did the little dip wad know anyway. He had been at the scene and saw the condition of Lou’s body. In my shock I hadn’t even realized that Lou had been shot after he was killed by the car. Maybe one of those guys in Lou’s pictures was Meecham.  I shook my head. I was going to turn what I had over to the authorities and back way off. I was on a mission to enjoy myself with Gerry, not get dragged into a homicidal mess.

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Author Karen VaughanAuthor BIO:

Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough Ontario with her husband Jim and a four legged off spring named Sugar. She is the mom of a 22 year old daughter and four grown step children and a 2 1/2 year old grandson named Ike. DEAD COMIC STANDING is her second novel. Her first novel DEAD ON ARRIVAL garnered praise from friends, family and online gamers.  She also enjoys doing crafts and other hobbies. Her latest book is called OVER HER DEAD BODY is the second book to DEAD ON ARRIVAL. DAYTONA DEAD is the third in that series which is soon to be released.

Fedelta

Fedeltà

By Rachel Rueben

Fedelta By Rachel Rueben
By JetSetModels via Dreamstime.com

This picture was begging for someone to tell its story.  So here it is, Fedeltà (which means “loyalty” in Italian)—enjoy! 

Cassandra sat in the corner of the restaurant as Armand made a B-line to her table.  Throwing his cell phone on the table, it bounced around until Cassandra clumsily picked it up.  On it she saw a pic of her with a boss from a rival family.  “What, I can’t turn my back no more Cassie?” he said as though he were hurt by the betrayal.  Cassandra just sat there stone faced while Armand ranted on about loyalty and family.  From an untrained eye one would have thought Cassie was petrified, anyone else in her position would be.  Armand’s body count spoke for itself, family, friends, rivals, all met their end at the whim of this monster.  Paranoid and delusional, he imagined himself another Al Capone.  He even went so far as to hang Big Al’s portrait in his office at the construction company he was fronting.

And just like his hero big Al, Armand, considered nothing and no one off limits.  Not even Cassie’s father, Ernesto Fenetti, his most loyal general wasn’t beyond reproach.  Like a fool, her father bought into the family loyalty spiel that Armand spat.  As Cassie went over this in her mind, she slipped her hand into her purse and felt for her glock.  Though repulsed by the object, she forced herself to securely gripe the gun.

As Armand turned his back to her, he reached into his waistband saying, “I don’t wanna do this Cassie, but I ain’t got no…”

Before Armand could even finish, a light flashed from Cassandra’s chair followed by a deafening boom.  Through the bottom of her tiny, pink Chanel purse, a nine millimeter bullet fired directly into his chest.  Cassie watched in disgust as Armand clutched his chest, “Bitch!” he whispered falling to his knees breathless.  This time without hesitation, Cassie stood up, took her gun out of her purse and put another bullet in his skull.  She watched hypnotized as Armand’s body shook on the diner floor, expelling his final breath.

Quickly she gathered her purse, and Armand’s phone then, made her way back to the kitchen of the diner before his goons filed in.  As Cassie fled the scene, she smiled to herself knowing she had done the one thing no one dared to ever do.  Making it out of the alley, Cassie looked both ways to make sure the coast was clear.  When she turned the corner, she saw the street totally deserted, slowing down, Cassie started walking normally as though nothing happened.  Watching her back, she made her way down the street until she disappeared into the foggy mist.  That night, Cassandra left town a marked woman.