Tuesday, October 11, 2016

{Blog Tour} BIG SHOES by Jack Getze—Guest Post + Giveaway

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Big Shoes
by Jack Getze


Jersey Shore broker Austin Carr wants out of the stock and bond business but un-hooking from his mobbed-up partner won’t be painless. Angelina “Mama Bones” Bonacelli is best known for professional consultations that deteriorate into criminal violence, breakfast appointments raided by the FBI and one particular Power Point presentation to a Jersey state racing commission that ended in automatic weapons fire.


Good thing she likes Austin.

She just won’t let Austin out of the business. Plus Johnny “The Turk” Korsay is on a rampage and had his crooked cops arrest Luis, the bartender Austin’s best friend. Why? Because Austin saw The Turk kill Heriberto. And now he’s gunning for the stock broker.

It’s another brush with violent death and a sexy redhead for Austin Carr when Mama Bones and her rival Jersey associate of a fading New York crime family battle for the future of imported sex slaves, boardwalk tourist business and surprising horse racing secrets, past and present.

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Age Group/Genre: Adult, Mystery
 Publisher: Down & Out Books
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by Jack Getze


SHARE YOUR FAVORITE QUOTES OR
SCENES FROM BIG SHOES

I offer four scenes from the first half of the book, the first from Austin Carr, the primary narrator, and then three from Mama Bones’ point of view. No reason, except the scenes progress in a way I think you’ll enjoy. JG


Angelina Rossi -- later to become Mama Bones Bonacelli -- grew up five miles south of Branchtown in the summer resort of Asbury Park. Her parents leased special soda-making equipment and illegal betting cards to venders on the Jersey shore, a business begun in the 1920s by her grandparents, Giuseppe and Francesca Rossi. Grandma and Grandpa were also political organizers, collecting cash from new Italian immigrants and boardwalk businesses, then delivering the bag money plus ninety percent of the local Italian vote to whichever party paid them most. In short, Mama Bones' family has been a community leader for the past century, three generations of royalty in the politically-established, highly profitable and still shady Jersey Shore tourist industry. And while it is true Mama Bones saved my life several times, the most recent occasion involved only a last minute change of heart, her outlaw hand on a switch that could have ground me into mincemeat. I'm not sure I owe her any favors.

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Two days later Mama Bones watches Johnny the Turk Korsay stride across the Pardon Me's main dining room, the king-size man seventy this year, same as Mama Bones, and still swinging his big you-know-what when he walks. Proud of himself. Not brainy and quick like smarty pants Austin, but street wise and tough, maybe a genius for odds and numbers. They say Turk also has a built-in, natural lie-detector.
            Makes sense to Mama Bones. Before he brought the Korsay family to America in 1970, they say Turk's father was a Lebanese-born camel trader from Egypt. Made a fortune selling two-humped middle-eastern camels to Abdel Nasser's Egyptian army. You can't make up a story like that.

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In his fancy London-made charcoal gray suit, Johnny the Turk Korsay studies his old high school rival, Mama Bones. Just like half a century ago, his dark eyes don’t blink or show her what he’s thinking. Turk watches her in a cool and easy way, his baseball-glove size hands resting on the coffee shop table, fingers folded together, lips grim, waiting for Mama Bones to explain what happened with Billy and Austin Carr. Turk always knew the golden rule of getting wise: You learn nothing while you talk.
            Fat chance I tell you the truth, Fat Johnny. “I paid Billy twenty-five-thousand to shoot the stockbroker," Mama Bones says. "I paid for Billy to shoot and bury him somewhere so I can dig him up later.”

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Mama Bones sits beside her double bed, her gaze on a pillow hiding the Sig Sauer. Turk's man on her balcony is not looking, has his back turned. And Turk’s man searching upstairs got swallowed up inside the old sewing room Gianni turned into a walk-in closet. Maybe he thinks smarty pants is hiding between her racks of black dresses.
            Forcing herself to breathe slowly, she calculates how long it would take her to hop beside the bed, grab the fifteen-shot pistol and plug both of these mamalukes. The big gun is heavy. She needs two hands to pick it up, aim and shoot. But still she could probably get off two or three shots before either of these two fired back.

            It’s war now anyway. Mama Bones is pretty sure. And she's killed before. They don't call her Mama Bones for nothing.

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Former L.A. Times reporter Jack Getze is Fiction Editor for Anthony nominated Spinetingler Magazine, one of the internet's oldest websites for noir, crime and horror short stories. His award-winning Austin Carr mystery series is published by Down & Out Books. The latest, BIG SHOES, won Deadly Ink's David Award for Best Mystery of 2015. His short fiction has appeared in A Twist of Noir, Beat to a Pulp, The Big Adios and several anthologies.

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