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Sunday, February 19, 2012

My Advice: Don't Plot a Murder in Public


Congratulations to Janet, the winner of Robin's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated.

Writing can be a risky business. Let me rephrase that…plotting books in public places can be a VERY risky business.

I have one of those voices that carry. I can't even whisper without the entire room hearing me. It's great if you're speaking to someone who's hard of hearing…not so great when you're trying to be secretive. Not that I'm a pro at that either.

Most of the books I've written (some of which will never see the light of day) have suspense in them. And frankly, most have dead bodies. I just can't seem to help adding a corpse into my book. In Her Sights, my debut novel, has several. My second book, coming out in just a few weeks, Finding Her Son from Harlequin Intrigue, has nine…or maybe it's eleven. I lost count after about seven.

So, it probably won't surprise you that one of the things I do before starting a book is to make a list of unique and different ways for my villains to do their dirty work. Such was the case one evening in a local restaurant. The staff were kind enough to let me and my plotting partners to sit in a booth for hours upon end. I'm not sure if we were simply entertaining or disturbing, but they let us stay anyway.

I was working on a new story that was set nearby, in some spooky tunnels below a hospital. I'd walked down the corridors and decided, as is my predilection, that the cool, damp rooms would make a perfect murder site. I had my victim identified as well. An anatomy professor who had given me a grade that made me very unhappy. (Yes, I was one of those irritating A-students most people despise).

I couldn't use his name in the book, of course, but I would take my vengeance out on his doppelganger in my book. I mean, not getting an A has to be worth a painful death? Doesn't it?

So, I plotted my professor's demise, slipping back and forth between the real person and the character as writers sometimes do. So engrossed were we in our conversation—whether a gun would be too loud, or a silencer would dampen the noise enough, or whether a scalpel to the carotid would be too messy (we finally settled on potassium chloride)—when a man came up to our table.

I looked up. He was frowning, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Ladies," he said, his tone somber and serious. "I have to ask you what you're talking about."

He flipped open his badge.

My eyes grew as big as saucers. We began rapidly explaining all at once. When finally we clarified what we were doing, he smiled. "I thought it must be something like that," he said. "You're too smart to be real criminals."

Hmmm…I kind of grin when I think of that last statement, but the lesson is clear. It's not good to plot a murder in a public place. You don't know who might be listening.

Have you overheard or has someone overheard something you've said in a public place that you wish hadn't happened? Comment and you'll be entered to win a copy of my latest release, Finding Her Son from Harlequin Intrigue®.
Giveaway ends 9pm EST Feb. 19th. Please supply your email in the post. You may use spaces or full text for security. (ex. jsmith at gmail dot com) If you do not wish to supply your email, or have trouble posting, please email justromanticsuspense @ gmail.com with a subject title of JRS GIVEAWAY to be entered in the current giveaway.

 
THE ONLY MAN A DESPERATE MOTHER CAN TRUST…

Investigating a cold case is SWAT cop Mitch Bradford’s worst nightmare—especially when it involves a kidnapped infant. But thanks to an injury, he’ll have to settle for following Emily Wentworth instead of breaking down doors and cuffing criminals.

The prime suspect in a mysterious disappearance, Emily has always claimed she was framed. And as he earns the trust of the incredibly desperate—and unbelievably beautiful— mother, every instinct tells Mitch to believe her. Then new evidence unfolds, revealing an elaborate conspiracy and forcing Emily into a deadly spotlight. Now, torn between loyalty to the badge and his promises to Emily, Mitch may have to make the ultimate sacrifice if he’s to bring her little boy home.

Chapter One

Cursing under his breath, Mitch Bradford yanked his collar up against the bitter Colorado wind. Where was Emily Wentworth going? He stalked across Colfax, on a stretch of the street known as a candy store for illicit drugs and prostitution. He could've been home alone in front of the fireplace, his bum leg propped up, nursing a stiff drink and a double dose of ibuprofen. The irony didn't amuse him. He'd been tapped for the Wentworth case because of his injury. One more reason to kill the guy who'd shot up his leg during his last SWAT operation.

Mitch ducked his head and plunged forward into the night, ignoring the exchange of money on the corner. He would've busted the dealer any other time, but he refused to let his suspect out of sight. When she approached a group of gang-bangers, he tensed and reached for his weapon.

Award-winning author Robin Perini is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes adventure with a love story sure to melt their hearts. Her mission's motto: "When danger and romance collide, no heart is safe." After seven prestigious Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® finals, Robin sold seven novels within one year. She won the Golden Heart® in 2011, and that title became her first Harlequin Intrigue, Finding Her Son (March 2012). She is the author of In Her Sights (Montlake, 2011), Finding Her Son, Cowboy in the Crossfire and Christmas Conspiracy (Harlequin Intrigue 2012).

Robin loves to interact with readers. You can read excerpts, read reviews, sign up for her quarterly newsletter and mailing list, and even request trading cards or a Kindlegraph on her website at www.robinperini.com. She's also on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. She'd love to hear from you.

18 comments:

  1. In the lobby of a hotel at an RWA conference, a friend who writes HOT books and I were discussing her WIP. I said, very loudly, "You've just got to have more sex." Every man in the area stopped and studied us--middle-aged women who didn't look lusty at all.

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    1. Hi Jane--

      Oh my goodness. I just had to laugh picturing you in that lobby. I would have loved to get a look into those guy's minds.

      Thanks SO much for stopping by and giving me a wonderful laugh on this Sunday morning!

      Hugs,
      Robin

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  2. Lucky the cop decided to ask you what you were talking about instead of waiting for you and your friends to leave the restaurant and putting you in the squad car for a ride to the precinct.

    The only thing I can remember overhearing that I wished I hadn't was a very explicit discussion between two high school girls about what they did the night before. I don't know if they really did IT or if they were just bragging but I could have done without hearing it.

    PS. I have Finding Her Son in my TBR pile.

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    1. So true, Ellen! I must admit I pictured myself with a very unflattering picture! You know that feeling when a cop pulls you over and your entire body goes on alert. Multiply that ten-fold. Man, on man. I was scared.

      Yikes on the kids. TMI, right? I truly hope it was bragging. And sometimes I think overhearing a conversation is *not* a good thing.

      And I do hope you like Finding Her Son.

      Thanks for visiting the blog today!

      All my best,
      Robin

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  3. Robin, I've been a huge fan of yours since I took your first Story Magic plotting course. I use your techniques for every book I write. Now, I LOVE your writing style too!! No surprise there. Can't wait to read more.

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    1. Oh, Lina! So great to see you here. I really appreciate the kind words on Story Magic. It's how I plot all my books, of course, but it's SO nice to hear that it's valuable to other writers.

      And you made me grin ear-to-ear with the comment on my writing style. That means the world to me! I hope you enjoy the next book. I certainly love writing romantic suspense!

      Best,
      Robin

      Thanks for stopping by.

      Robin

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  5. Plotted a murder in an airport with a fellow writer. Everyone got up and moved away from us. (Hmm, lesson for next time the line is too long at the grocery...)

    I love your writing, Robin! Keep up the great work!

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    1. Oh, Sarah...what a great story. Love that! Hmmm...and the grocery store idea...can I steal it LOL?

      You're so sweet to comment on my writing. Thanks! It's been a dream come true year!

      Thanks for stopping by.

      Robin

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  6. Laurie and I used to walk in the park daily (when I lived closer) and often discussed ways I'd thin the ranks of my characters. Of course, writing historicals, our talk often turned to herbals and poisons, could a sword actually decapitate someone, things of that nature. More than once, others on the trail gave us quite a wide berth---and a chuckle.

    Best of luck with your new release, Robin!

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  7. Hi Gwyn! I love that. I guess we writers are an interesting lot. When my critique group and I used to meet, we would do one of two things...drive people away, or they'd scoot closer. Makes me wonder ...

    Thanks for visiting today!

    All my best,
    Robin

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  8. I was discussing an explicit sex scene with a good friend of mine when my 13 year old grandson walked up behind me and said omg granny that is just so wrong. Busted lol!!!

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    1. LOL...oh my Lavonne! That is hilarious! Thanks so much for sharing that story!

      And thanks for stopping by!

      Regards,
      Robin

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  9. I was at a Doctor's office and a young woman was waiting to go in. She kept checking her watch and said that she couldn't wait much longer. She seemed very happy here and talking with ease. Then, she went up to the nurse and asked how long because she had to go to work. The nurse said that it would take awhile and the doctor called her in to talk about the results of her ultra sound.
    "Ultra sound!!What? Oh, No! I didn't know I was coming in for that. I thought I was all clear there"
    She came back to her seat, wrung her hands and said, "Oh, no!" Her eyes were wide. She left the office. (I never did find out the results!)


    Please enter me in your draw: janet(underscore)kerr(at)msn(dot)com

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    1. Good heavens...the doctor's office is one place there are probably a lot of stories! Thanks for the post, Janet. My mind is already making a plot out of this one LOL!

      Best,
      Robin

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  10. Great post! I can soooo relate. Have had discussions at cafes with other writers regarding sexual positions, and then got strange looks from friends (!) when I talked about the best poison (undetectable, of course), with which to kill a spouse. Won't repeat what my hubby said when I responded to his question, "Why are you emailing a Green Beret????"

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    1. ROFL, Shannon! Woah! Hope your DH is very understanding LOL. For research into In Her Sights, in which my heroine is a sniper, I purchased a ton of sniper books. Always wondered if I was on a list somewhere...the trouble research can get us into :-)

      So glad you stopped by.

      Regards,
      Robin

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