Ocean Park
by Michael Walsh
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GENRE: Mystery, with minor romance
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BLURB:
All
Detective Matt Conley ever wanted was to raise a family in Ocean Park with his
stunning and ambitious wife Lisa. When a corpse is found in his church, Matt
begins a journey that reveals corruption and decay in his city and deceit in
his marriage. As he searches for the murderer of a local businessman, a gang
war erupts for control of the city’s drug trade, and the body count rises. With
his reluctant new partner, Detective Lloyd Kendricks, Matt weaves his way
through the puzzling connections between street gangs, politicians, bikers, and
a private kink club.
Will their
unlikely alliance be enough to return Matt's beloved hometown to its halcyon
days? And will he find the faith he needs to rebuild his crumbling marriage?
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EXCERPT:
His
wife’s campaign headquarters reminded Conley of an after-prom party. Staffers,
mostly kids, nailed posters of Lisa to the wall, slouched behind flimsy tables
in folding chairs, and talked on phones in happy, sing-song voices.
He
sat in a metal chair and waited near a picture window that framed the snarled
traffic in City Hall Square. Car exhaust swelled from the cold and billowed like
clouds that had fallen to earth. A pretty young blonde named Mandy kept smiling
at him and asking if he wanted coffee. Three cups later, his face hurt from
smiling back and the caffeine rush was making the hair on his arms tingle.
Lisa
snuck up behind him and whispered, “Jail bait, Detective Conley.”
His
wife hugged him and he hugged back, smelling the lavender shampoo heʼd bought
her last Christmas.
“But
she gives such great coffee,” he said.
Lisa
strode to her office, a jerry-built structure with temporary walls and a window
to the busy staff area. He was close behind, drinking in the scent of good
perfume and savoring the sight of his wife’s magnificent glutes.
God
bless Stairmaster machines.
She
sank into the black leather office chair and he sat on the corner of the desk
near the window. Her strawberry hair fanned the top of the chair, looking
richer than the dark leather. She stretched her legs in front of him and he saw
lean muscles tense. Lisa was Sicilian, blessed with mocha-colored skin. Her
legs were as smooth as her campaign speech, with nary a freckle or blemish.
Mandy
stuck her head in the open doorway. “More coffee Mr. Conley? Mrs. Conley?”
“We’re
good, Mandy. Matt’s beautiful blue eyes are turning brown.”
Mandy
giggled and trotted back to her desk, blonde ponytail flashing.
Lisa
picked up a rubber band and twirled it on her long index finger. “Mandy has a
crush on you.”
They
laughed together. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. When the
baby died, their marriage started to die too, and the memory of the infant
struggling in its incubator became a recurring nightmare.
Brandon.
He had a name—Brandon.
A
name neither of them spoke during two years of emptiness and paralysis. But he
still craved Lisa’s presence, her touch, her voice, a primeval ache that never
stopped. If only he could make her feel the same.
Today
was their one-month separation anniversary. Other than quick, tense phone
calls, the only time they communicated now was during their bizarre marriage
counseling sessions with Dr. Larkin. The doctor was convinced marriage problems
were caused by one-word virtues and vices, and finding the right ones was the
key to fixing relationships. The word jumble was driving Conley crazy.
Sex,
Dr. Larkin? That surely isn’t the trouble with our marriage. If anything, sex
was the glue.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Michael
Walsh attended Boston University, where he became a staffer for the Daily Free
Press and earned a degree in journalism. His first professional job was at a
public relations and advertising firm, writing press releases that appeared in
the Boston Globe, Boston Herald, and New England Journal of Engineering. He
later became a technical writer, writing and editing jet engine manuals for
General Electric Aircraft Engines. GE relocated him to Cincinnati and Florida,
where he currently resides. He’s written and studied fiction for years at BU,
the University of Cincinnati, and now Jacksonville, where he won the First
Coast Writers Festival short story contest and had work published in the UK’s
Twisted Tongue and Askew Reviews. He’s an active member of the Bard Society,
Florida’s longest-running writers’ workshop.
His
five novels and dozens of short stories, most of them richly-layered mysteries,
take place in New England. Mike and his wife Jean live in Florida with their
three sons.
Amazon
link to Ocean Park - http://amzn.to/1LEDxxg
Barnes
and Noble link to Ocean Park - http://bit.ly/1KmExbw
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Michael will be awarding a $25 Amazon or
B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $25
Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn host.
It is my pleasure! :)
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