Today, I'm featuring Austin S Camancho and his book, The Wrong Kind. I've got an interview with him below and information on the book, too. Want more info on the tour? Follow it! You can do that here: http://
But first, here's an interview with the author!
Describe yourself in three words.
Creative inquisitive honorable
Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).
I had Shemar Moore in mind when I thought up Hannibal Jones, so he’s the obvious choice for my hero. He’s mixed race with hazel eyes and can generate the right level of humor or intensity. Hannibal’s girl, Cintia would be Gina Torres. She can verbally spar with the best of them. And veteran character actor James Remar can be the irascible but reliable cop Orson Rissik.
What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
Not my favorite part of ANY movie, but to answer the question, I think I’d have to say the first one in Somewhere in Time. Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour were at the top of their game and managed to look, act and FEEL like two people who were actually in love. Reeve in particular managed to push aside the sexy to give us what I always thought women really want – romance.
What’s your wildest fantasy?
That depends on how you define wild. I suppose I could say waking up to find that one of my novels is the number one New York Times bestseller. Or it could be the fantasy of having a superpower – specifically the power to heal illnesses and injuries. Not super hero flashy but it would make me feel so powerful.
If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
I would be quite happy to surrender my olfactory sense. The joy of pleasant fragrances could never measure up to the impact of disgusting and sickening smells. And it seems there are lots more awful smells in the world than lovely ones.
What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?
I don’t really remember much of being “naughty.” The crime never seemed worth the consequences of disobedience. I do remember once eating an entire bottle of orange flavored children’s aspirin. The scolding was bad but nowhere near the awful experience of getting my stomach pumped. For a five year old that is a true nightmare.
Boxers or Briefs?
On me? Or her? Briefs for myself. I prefer just skin underneath for my partner.
Top or Bottom?
I’m told that I am very much a Top. However, if I’m looking at ladies, it’s the bottoms that catch my attention.
Pajamas or nude?
Do adults actually wear pajamas? I sleep naked.
Hairy chests or smooth?
Again, me or my partner? Either way – smooth.
Alpha or Beta?
Instinctively I’d say Alpha. If you mean radiation I’d have to say Gamma.
The Wrong Kind by Austin S. Camacho
A distraught woman hires private investigator Hannibal Jones to track down her daughter who has run away, trying to escape the homeless shelter life her mother has come to accept. When Hannibal finds Connie Blanco she is entwined in a gang war and somehow connected to a murder. The corpse is barely cold before a second murder follows and Hannibal finds himself entangled in a complex plot revolving around stolen drugs…but who is the mastermind of this twisted scheme?
Now for an Excerpt:
Hannibal stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. A quick scan showed Sands to be a good housekeeper for a bachelor. There was a place for everything. The blinds were set to let the maximum amount of sunlight into the front room. Small knickknacks and figurines stood on display on bookcases and the end tables bracketing the leather sofa. A scattering of tiny roses made the wallpaper seem feminine, but the framed paintings of Civil War combat scenes counterbalanced that. The neatness was almost jarring under the circumstances. The only thing out of place in the front room was Quentin himself. He lay spread eagled on the hardwood floor. And with no carpet to absorb liquid, the pool of blood beneath him had spread quite a distance.
Lying face up, Quentin looked more startled than pained. Hannibal stepped as close to the body as he could without touching the blood pool. There was no need to check for a pulse. The pencil-sized hole just above his left eyebrow was pretty definitive. Hannibal knew the picture would not be nearly as neat on the other side, and he had no desire to see it. Powder burns and stippling on the man’s forehead told Hannibal that this shooting was done up close. Despite Quentin’s final facial expression, he had to have seen it coming.
So, what was your crime, Hannibal silently asked the corpse. Did you get too close to Connie for some other man’s comfort?
About the Author:
Austin S. Camacho is the author of seven novels about Washington DC-based private eye Hannibal Jones, five in the Stark and O’Brien international adventure-thriller series, and the detective novel, Beyond Blue. His short stories have been featured in several anthologies including Dying in a Winter Wonderland – an Independent Mystery Booksellers Association Top Ten Bestseller for 2008. He is featured in the Edgar nominated African American Mystery Writers: A Historical and Thematic Study by Frankie Y. Bailey. Camacho is also editorial director for Intrigue Publishing, a Maryland small press.
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