Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Robin Lamont to the blog. She’s here to share some information about her book, Wright for America. If this sounds like a book that you would be interested in reading, please find a buy link at the bottom of the post and pick up a copy or two.
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Pryor Wright’s ultra-conservative radio show has millions of devout fans who are sure that the slurs and wild accusations fired at the liberal left prove him a true patriot. But when his venomous rantings catch Maren Garrity’s twin brother in the crossfire, the struggling actress pursues her own style of justice and enlists a troupe of fellow unemployed actors to teach Wright just how powerful words can be.
In the following excerpt from Chapter 2, Maren Garrity, who is moonlighting as an undercover investigator, has just missed her ride back to the office. Her partner took off in hot pursuit of the counterfeit handbag dealer they are looking into, leaving her in the lurch.
Forty minutes later, Maren hobbled into the pocket-sized Japanese restaurant on Tenth Avenue, greeted by the smell of fish stock and seaweed. The seating was minimal, two small tables and some stools at the sushi counter. A soiled shoji screen in the corner was the only décor. The place was empty except for a man wearing a white chef’s hat, thrusting his hands into a large wooden bowl of rice. When the door opened, he looked up from behind the counter.
“Hiya, Miss Maren,” he said happily.
“Hi, Mr. Tanaka.”
Lowering herself on one of the stools, she shook her head wearily. “I would’ve spotted someone walking that slowly. You didn’t see Mas by any chance?”
“Not since yesterday.”
He was probably still hot on Bakhar’s trail.
“You hungry?” asked Mr. Tanaka, wiping his hands on his apron. “I make Mike awesome hero: turkey, cheese, pickle and coleslaw. I make you one, or maybe tuna sandwich OK? American food for my special friends.”
Maren eased off her shoes, avoiding a look at her feet, which felt like they had swollen to twice their size on the death march across town. “Just a Diet Coke, if you’ve got it.” The image of Mike diving into a sandwich that size was an appetite killer.
“Coming right up!” The five-foot-two chef scurried into the kitchen and returned with a cold soda. Gratefully, she held the perspiring can to her cheek. Mr. Tanaka leaned around the side of the counter and gave her the once-over.
“Who you today? Rita? Mmn,” he said, always ready to critique the fashion choices of SherFire’s undercover operatives. “She look … Scahz-day-ru today.”
“Scarsdale? Why do you say that?”
He crossed his short arms and studied her more closely. “Okay,” he said finally. “Money, but not enough. Lady who like Versace but can only afford Lord and Taylor … maybe Neiman’s on good day. Lot of time on hands.”
“I was going for that, but I don’t want to look too upscale,” she said, now questioning her choice of a silk top. “Rita’s a hustler, and I don’t want him to think I have a rich husband in commodities or, God forbid, a lawyer of some kind.”
“No, no,” Mr. Tanaka chuckled. “No matter how you dress, Miss Maren, you no look like you married.”
“Oh. I don’t?”
“Nah. Too much … tight around eyes. Not relax enough.”
Maren felt anxiously around her face for the tension. “What do you mean? I look like I’m looking for a husband?”
He laughed again and went back to his rice. “It’s okay, Miss M. You get desperate, I marry you, okay?”
“You’re too kind, Mr. Tanaka.” Not yet ready to go upstairs, she sipped her Coke while the cheerful cook kneaded his rice. “How’s business?” she inquired.
“Lunchtime, OK. But not so good other time.”
“Did you think about what we discussed the other day? Marketing and all?”
“You mean change name of restaurant?”
“Yeah. I just think the name may be putting people off, unconsciously.”
“What wrong with Nagasaki Express?”
“To be honest, Mr. Tanaka, it sounds like a quick train ride to nuclear annihilation.”
“Whole family from Nagasaki. Change name would be dishonor.”
Maren nodded. “Just a thought.”
“Anyway,” he assured her, “bad business not because of name. Because of location – location not good for fast food Japanese. No foot traffic. But rent cheap. So it kinkou.”
“Mean kind of balance.”
“I see. Well, I better get going.” Maren reluctantly put her shoes back on and headed to the rear of the restaurant, down a short hall, past the kitchen on her left and the dingy cubicle of a restroom on her right. Using her shoulder, she pushed hard on a steel exit door that opened to a narrow alley that continued through to 19th Street. Nagasaki and the surrounding buildings kept their dumpsters in the alley and the smell was godawful, particularly on a hot summer day. Sometimes there were rats, but the set-up made for an ideal entrance to SherFire Investigations, the location of which was best kept secret.
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Author ROBIN LAMONT’S diverse careers as actress, private investigator, and prosecutor all served as inspiration for Wright for America. She performed on Broadway in several shows, including the musical Godspell, and her original cast recording of “Day by Day” has drawn fans from around the world. Between shows, she moonlighted at a private investigations firm that hired actors as undercover agents to ferret out producers of counterfeit products. After earning her law degree, she practiced as an Assistant District Attorney in New York, where she lives with her family.
Robin’s first novel If Thy Right Hand was awarded the Gold Medal in the 2012 Independent Publishers Book Awards and named Best of 2011 by Suspense Magazine.
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