Monday, April 9, 2018

Empty Promises VBT

If you love the suspense and plot twists of domestic thrillers, this page-turner will be for you. Seamus McCree’s first solo bodyguard assignment goes from bad to worse. His client disappears. His granddog finds a buried human bone. Police find a fresh human body.

His client is to testify in a Chicago money laundering trial. He’s paranoid that with a price on his head, if the police know where he’s staying, the information will leak. Seamus promised his business partner and lover, Abigail Hancock, that he’d keep the witness safe at the McCree family camp located deep in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan’s woods.

Abigail is furious at his incompetence and their relationship flounders. Even his often-helpful son, Paddy, must put family safety ahead of helping his father. Seamus risks his own safety and freedom to turn amateur sleuth in hopes he can solve the crimes, fulfill his promise of protection, and win back Abigail. Wit and grit are on his side, but the clock is ticking . . . and the hit man is on his way.

Dread joined us in the car. Even normally bubbly Megan grew silent.

Loggers had cut a narrow lane through the sixty-foot spruce I had watched come down at the beginning of the Grade, leaving most of the tree in place and towing the cut section to the side. They’d wasted no time on smaller branches littering the road and were opening up a one-lane path. I tiptoed the Outback over the debris and moved through the gap.

At first the downed trees were scattered, although limbs and branches dotted the entire road. But the further north we drove, the worse the damage became until the downed trees were a nearly continuous hazard. Paddy frequently left the car to remove branches with sharp breaks that might puncture a tire. I was regretting we hadn’t taken my old beater truck into town with its multi-ply tires. The Outback carried a donut spare, which wouldn’t last thirty seconds on the gravel roads. We had yet to see any other cars or people.

By the time we passed the five- and six-mile markers without any letup in the damage, tightened metal bands had taken up permanent residence around my chest. I feared for Elliot. I feared for my property. I worried whether I’d get a flat. Whether there would still be a hotel room if I had to send Paddy and Megan to Tall Pines. Megan, on the other hand, had given up her concerns and was in the back seat, singing along with a CD, a cheerful canary amidst the devastation.

What is the most fun thing for you about writing?
I love to hear from people who have read my books. Some authors say they write books because they have to. Not me. I write them in the hope people will find them entertaining. When they do, it makes it all worthwhile.

What’s the least fun thing for you about writing?
My parents brought me up to believe it is improper to toot my own horn. Today’s publishing business requires it, and it makes me soooooo uncomfortable. I love talking to readers at bookstores and conferences about books and writing, but having to self-promote, to say “if you like mystery/suspense/thrillers you should read my book because it’s great!” — just not my style.

Is that the one thing you wish you could change about writing?
Well, I’m realistic enough to know that given the necessity to draw audiences to our books, that is not going to change. If I could make a wish for all mid-list authors, it would be that readers take a couple of minutes after they finish a book they enjoyed and write a short review to post on at least Amazon and Goodreads. It really does help make our books more visible.

If you were forbidden from writing, how would you employ your creative energy?
Interesting question. I have no talent for painting and my singing voice is going, so those are out. I enjoy photography, particularly of birds. I’d probably spend more time with that and see what happened.

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Author Bio and Links:
James M. Jackson authors the Seamus McCree series consisting of five novels and one novella. Jim splits his time between the deep woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and Georgia’s Lowcountry. He claims the moves between locations are weather-related, but others suggest they may have more to do with not overstaying his welcome. He is the past president of the 700+ member Guppy Chapter of Sisters in Crime. You can find information about Jim and his books at You can follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and/or Amazon.


  1. I enjoyed getting to know your book; congrats on the tour, I hope it is a fun one for you, and thanks for the chance to win :)

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  3. Gosh - some weird link appeared instead of my comment thanking you for having me today. Try 2. :)

  4. Thank you again for an insight into your world. I recently went to the launch of The Lost by Mari Hannah and was struck by how 'brave' Mari seemed standing in front of a crowd to 'sell' her latest novel. Mari read an excerpt of her book to fans and potential new fans. I don't think I'd ever find that comfortable although from your description this would be infinitely better than me trying to talk to a publisher, editor or anyone else remotely connected to producing a book.