Check out the new book EXTRATERRESTRIAL NOIR by Rich Leder today and make sure to enter the tour wide giveaway as One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $25 Amazon/BN.com gift card. The tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions and you can find all the tour stops HERE so make sure to check those other stops out for more chances to enter the giveaway.
EXTRATERRESTRIAL NOIR
by Rich Leder
A PSYCHO-CRIMINAL
EXTRATERRESTRIAL ON A SUBURBAN CUL-DE-SAC
A FAMILY ON THE BRINK
OF ALL-ENCOMPASSING INSOLVENCY
A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD
UBER-GENIUS DAUGHTER IN THE LINE OF FIRE
CAN SHE SAVE THE
FAMILY, NOT TO MENTION THE PLANET?
An extraterrestrial
crashes into a suburban cul-de-sac Colonial, absorbs every binary bit of
information ever chronicled in all of human history, rearranges its molecules
and presents itself as a couple of late and legendary film noir superstars,
then immediately displays an appetite for debauchery, depravity, decadence, and
destruction, seducing the family into its psychopathic criminal orbit with
irresistible Hollywood panache, alluring sexual charisma, and inconceivable
intergalactic powers.…all in the name of saving the family from their
emotional, marital, and financial ruin.
But uber-genius-daughter Mike Devine figures out fast that the extraterrestrial’s principal plan is to employ its unfathomable interplanetary muscle and implode the planet. Which leaves the fate of her family, not to mention the world, in her twelve-year-old hands.
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LINKS
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FBLKSK2W
https://bookshop.org/p/books/extraterrestrial-noir-rich-leder/22774708
Excerpt
Three:
“Forget the meteor,” Peter said. “Where’s the hole?”
“There it is,” Lazlo said. But he was pointing at the
ceiling, at the same size and shaped hole that ran in a line at a
forty-five-degree angle through the house. The cul-de-sac husbands all looked
up at the hole, through the dining room, the master bedroom, and the attic to
the sky. Only Maggie followed the path down to its conclusion.
“What in the world is that?” she said.
And then the room went silent, as if all the air had been
sucked out of the house through the succession of small rectangular holes.
Connie and Maggie had decided on white oak floors when
they’d finished the basement, and then covered them with colorful Karastan
rugs. Lying on a deep-red-and-brown rug, five feet in front of the giant
flat-screen television, surrounded by debris from the various ceilings and
floors that followed it down as it smashed through the house, was a silver
box.
It was, like the holes it created, the size and shape of a
Frye cowboy boot box, but smoother along the edges. Perfectly smooth, in fact.
It wasn’t particularly polished, more matte finish than shiny, and was
completely unmarked. There was simply no evidence whatsoever that it had burned
through the atmosphere and smashed through a suburban Colonial at a million
miles an hour.
“It’s like somebody bought a pair of boots and left the box
on the floor,” Bill said.
“Doesn’t look like it came crashing down,” Peter agreed.
“Looks like it came in for a landing,” Maggie said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What group did you hang out with in high school?
I was a floater, navigating the current between the
jocks, the geniuses, the punks, the theater geeks, and the stoners. I had
footing in all those groups and, for the life of me, could not commit to any
one of them. This pattern has carried me throughout my life, personal and
professional. I sort of like everybody.
What are you passionate about these days?
Kindness. Thoughtfulness. Fairness. Fitness in all
aspects of living. Creative fulfillment. Education. Communication. All things
that allow human beings to peacefully coexist on a spinning blue rock in the
vast emptiness of space and time. We suck at this right now, do we not?
If you had to do your journey to getting published all over
again, what would you do differently?
I have many “what-if” scenarios regarding the path of my
life that I play in a loop on my inner brain screen when I’m feeling blue. I
think most folks do. Some scenarios don’t involve publishing books at all. Some
are strictly filmmaking scenarios. But I do have one publishing-path scenario worth
sharing. I sometimes daydream that I followed the advice of my English
literature professors and stayed in school, achieved a Ph.D. and an MFA and
wrote novels from the get-go, having them published rather easily through the
university press community. Had I done that—rather than hitchhiking to
Hollywood, where I wrote nothing buy screenplays for 20 years—I might be on
novel number 30 instead of novel number nine. But that’s folly! I wouldn’t
change a thing. My professional life has been a kind of one-in-a-million
grabbing of the golden ring. Not even kidding. I was as lucky as a writer can
get.
Ebook or print? And why?
Both, of course. Readers like both, so writers are
foolish not to follow them down the rabbit hole. There’s nothing like holding a
paperback in your hand, the feel of the paper, the smell of the ink. But
there’s also nothing like bringing your entire library everywhere you go. Why
make them choose? Why make me choose?
What is your favorite scene in this book?
Tough question, oh great Goddess Fish. I’m one of those
writers who love every scene they write. Guilty as charged. If I’m forced to
answer—and I kind of am—I loved all the scenes with Mike Devine, my 12-year-old
uber-genius seventh-grade-girl protagonist who has to save her family, not to
mention the world. I loved writing the extraterrestrial boot box. I had the
sense I was creating something entirely original, and it turns out I was. Which
is to say: You have never. Met an alien. Like this one. But backing up, I loved
writing all the scenes in Extraterrestrial Noir. I am, it turns out, a natural
born writer. If I’m writing, I’m in love with what I’m writing. What can I say?
It’s a blessing and a curse, though not so much a curse.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
He’s been the lead singer in a Detroit rock band, a restaurateur, a Little League coach, an indie film director, a literacy tutor, a magazine editor, a screenwriting coach, a wedding consultant (it’s true), a PTA board member, a HOA president, a commercial real estate agent, and a visiting artist for the UNCW Film Studies Department, all of which, it turns out, was grist for the mill.
WEBSITE:
https://www.richleder.com
2 comments:
Thank you so much for hosting.
Thanks for hosting me today, Dawn. I hope a few of your fans are interested enough to take the ride. It's a wild one.
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