We are having a give away going on for March. What item are you giving away? (Anyone can win the item by going to the rafflecopter on the right hand side of the pg.)
I am excited to giveaway a signed copy of my book The King and The Kid by Konnrad.
First, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.
I am a golf course superintendent by day and an aspiring author by night. I also have a wonderful wife and two small children with loads of energy. From that, you might deduce that I sleep very little and you would be right.
The King and The Kid is an action-packed adventure novel geared toward young adults, but many mature readers have found it quite entertaining.
What can we expect from your stories, action, drama, romance, sex, blood and guts?
No blood or guts, but plenty of action. There is also mystery, adventure, misadventure, romance and sport. From the beginning, I wanted to write a fun book that one day my children, and their children, could read without embarrassment.
Do you have a favorite character in your stories? Who? And Why?
I love all the characters. It was a thrill to mold them into what they are. Although, it wouldn’t surprise me a bit, for Stump to win out, overtime, as the reader’s favorite. He’s the kind of guy we’d all like to have as a best friend. Loyal to the bone.
How about your least favorite? What makes them less appealing to you?
If I had to pick a least “loved” character, it would probably be the evil scientist’s mother, Helba. It doesn’t take long to figure out who’s the boss in their evil scheme.
Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.
This has nothing to do with my current release, but it is a fun fact. I wrote my first book in the fifth grade and won a “Best in Class Award.” My prize? To walk down the hall and read my book to a class of unruly kindergarteners. After that experience, it was years before I wrote again. Thanks Ms. Sharp. Just kidding!
What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
Please tell your friends—nothing promotes a book better than word-of-mouth.
Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published?
Yes, I call it the 3 P’s of publishing:
Persistence, Persistence, and more Persistence.
Do you have a favorite author? If yes, what draws you to that person’s work? What makes it memorable?
I am truly admire Nora Roberts. Look at the sheer number of quality books she has authored. I’m also impressed with her descriptions. Her settings soar to life right off the page. I also like Orson Scott Card, James Dashner and John Flanagan. Their imaginary worlds are inspiring and wonderful.
And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us: (Include link to where we can find your work)
Snippet from Chapter One
Bubba began moving again, carefully testing each step with a prod from the tip of his boot before setting his massive weight down in full. Using the light from the full moon to guide him, he slowly zigzagged atop the warped planks. Avoiding the obviously curled and splintered boards, he finally reached the front door without breaking anymore. His catcher’s mitt-sized hand closed over the rusty knob and turned. Much to his surprise, it wasn’t locked. Wow! This is going to be easier than I thought, he said to himself, his lips curling with a twisted grin. He gave the door a shove.
Vince’s eyes, which had just begun to close, sprung open at the sound of the creaky knob turning. He stiffened with fear, gripping the edge of the cot as the door swung wide.
Moonlight flooded in. Bubba stepped forward. His hulking frame filled the doorway, casting a wide shadow down the center of the single-room home. He paused for a moment, squinting, scanning the interior.
Vince gasped, covering his mouth as Bubba moved quietly into the room, forced to list sideways to accommodate his massive shoulders.
Snippet from Chapter Ten
I can’t believe they didn’t get the girl,” said Bile’s mother, Helba Overbeater, with a raspy voice. She sat at her kitchen table sipping a hot cup of coffee, setting it down just long enough to slice off a piece of freshly baked pound cake, pushing it towards her son. Her face was a maze of fine creases intersecting deep wrinkles.
Overbeater shook his head in disgust. He snatched a fork from the table and shoveled the entire piece into his mouth, chewing for all the world to see. “I told you, I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“Clearly,” said the old, grey woman, lifting a pair of dime-store reading glasses from her brow and letting them hang from a narrow band draped around her craggy, thin neck. “I am, too.”
Snippet from Chapter Thirty-five
Lotto jumped from the back seat, joining Vince in the front as he jerked the door open and slid behind the steering wheel.
“Hmm…why would someone sit here?” He began rummaging around, checking the center console, the glove box, under the seat, the visor, eventually feeling every nook and cranny. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh, thinking there was nothing there that would lead them to Jenny, when his fingers felt something stuck in the ignition. “Hey! There’s a key, I wonder….”
The moment Vince turned the key an electric motor hummed and the dilapidated old car gave a jerk. Lotto yelped. Ammana shrieked and Vince felt his stomach drop along with the car. Panicked, without thinking he yanked on the handle, throwing his full weight into the door, struggling to get out. However, the door was locked fast and wouldn’t budge. Within seconds, the car had dropped several feet and all he could see were concrete walls sliding past his smudgy window and the light from above fading. Lotto cowered into his lap, panting.
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