New interview with thriller author Hawk MacKinney

Welcome, Readers. Thriller author Hawk MacKinney is visiting again.
This time we’re talking about his new suspense, Westobou Gold.
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Bio:
Internationally acclaimed
author and public speaker, Hawk MacKinney began writing for his school newspapers.
Since retiring from over 20 years in the US
Navy Reserve and a tenured faculty member at several state medical facilities,
teaching postgraduate courses in the United States and Jerusalem, Israel
, Hawk has authored several novels that have
received national and international recognition.
Moccasin Trace, a historical novel, was nominated for the
prestigious
Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award. This was followed by the Craige Ingram Mystery Series.
Volume 1 – The Bleikovat Event began
his science fiction series, The Cairns of Sainctuarie, and was followed by the release of Volume 2 – The
Missing Planets
. Hawk’s latest project focuses on The Moccasin Hollow Mystery
Series—
Book 1 in the series, Hidden Chamber of Death, and Book 2,
Westobou
Gold
, a 2016 release. The
third title is in the works.
Welcome back to
Reviews and Interviews, Hawk.
Thank U…It’s nice to be here and see familiar faces.
Please tell us about
your newest release.
Westobou Gold is a mystery thriller
about a legend of the hidden treasures entrusted to an Indian queen determined
to protect it. The legend stirs the weak-brained greed and warped blinding
madness into a reality unto itself. Treasure hunters following long-dead Spaniards
are desperate to find the golden hoard. Centuries pass; empires rise &
fall, but the whispers grow faint…the hunt for the treasure lurks. Burial mounds
are plundered, no treasure ever found; yet the legends persist.
The lavender fragrance of grey-green wisteria and crisp Turkish coffee permeated
the mist-shroud lowlands between the bayous and the river of the Westoes.
Moccasin Hollow lazed in the creeping twilight dawn. Beyond the kitchen door
Lucky, Craige Ingram’s German shepherd gnaws a favorite bone. Looted burial
mounds seem to belong to another world. But they aren’t. Fresh ransacking on
Moccasin Hollow land brings amateur archeologist PI Craige Ingram into the
crosshairs of kidnapping and stealthy hideaways concealed in the revolutionary
grottos river-dug in the basements of colonial Ardochy plantation. Sex-tape
sex-ring blackmail, and thrill killings on federal land spurs a medical
examiner’s preliminary postmortem to more than a hired mercenary cleaner’s
quickie cover-up passed off as drug deals gone sour. In a witch’s tangled
pigswill of illicit affairs and murder-to-hide-murder, shady investigators and
shadier politics go awry with unforeseen consequences as greed and madness
ensnare the lives of those at Moccasin Hollow in a spiteful plot with ex-SEAL Ingram
dead center.
What inspired you to
write this book?
Some surviving historical book-wormy libraries full of disintegrating
historical originals, plantations, unstable rat and spider tunnels along a very
deceptively sluggish river, and backwater bayou ‘gator homes…it was tale
waiting to be spun.
Excerpt from Westobou Gold:
Leeza picked one of her days
off when Crawforde was out of town. She second-guessed herself as she thought
how to go about it, and found herself making the turn onto the curved weeded
Ardochy drive and parked next to the old granite buggy steps. She walked around
to the front door and turned the ornate brass bell ringer; listened to its
clang-ding echo. Waited. Nothing. She gave the brass knob another twist.
The door opened a crack,
“Who’re you? What you want?” The door opened slightly more, “What you doin’ on
this property? Radcliffe and Ardochy is closed for renovation. Won’t be open
till restorations are complete.”
The gruff bushy-brows
startled her. A bit of sweetness couldn’t hurt, “I wanted to visit Ardochy.”
“Both
are private property. I asked you what you were doin’ here?”
“Are
you the caretaker?”
“I don’t see that’s none of
your business. Ain’t your place to ask questions. You’re on private property.”
“I’m doing a research paper
for my history professor at the university in Columbia about the confederate
battles near Aiken.”
“The
Battle of Aiken?” The door opened wider.
“The McGiffern family and
the name of Ardochy has come up several times. The university librarian told me
most of the McGiffern papers were still in Redcliffe and Archochy.”
“Far as I know they’re all
still on the shelves, but they’re book-wormed and full of silver fish. Pages
are rotten. Fall to pieces in your hand. Ink faded, barely readable. I think
the fellow handling the McGiffern properties is making arrangements to move
them.”
“I’d be ever so grateful if
you could show me. I know it’s imposing, but I won’t take long.”
Grumpy face disappeared; the
door opened, “Only for a few minutes. I got things to do.”
Leeza gushed, “Thank you
ever so much.” In the stifling afternoon humidity she felt a twinge uneasy as
she followed him up the age-worn creak of solid wood stair steps that spoke of
by-gone years. The long hallway talked to her, and she caught the slow steady
tick-tock of a great clock somewhere.
“Library
is right in here,” the caretaker ushered her in.
The moment she walked into
the smaller room Leeza was bewildered, near to the point of being overwhelmed.
Crawforde’s office had nothing like this. The narrow shelves were crammed with
frayed folio volumes and stacks of handwritten papers and letters. “I expected
this room to be bigger.”
He said, “This isn’t the
main library. This room was Miss Theosia’s. Where she took her afternoon tea
and sit and read.”
On the small desk with its
rickety chair lay large leather-bound volumes, one trimmed in blue. Too big for
her to hide and sneak out, “All these books and papers.”
“Still laying right where
Miss Theosia last left them. Nothin’ fake about this place. Old man Virgil told
me once when the landings flooded and the river got high, how he saw pottery
and bones sticking out along the washed-out river banks. When the water went
down Virgil went back and reburied the bones. Never told nobody what else he
found. If he found anything he wouldn’t have told nobody. Folks talked about
him. How Virgil was a dumb field hand. He wadn’t one bit dumb. Times when
Redcliffe was a workin’ plantation and when the field bell rung after supper,
I’d often see him sitting in that very chair with one of these books on his
lap, readin’ away. He read every one of these books, sometimes more’n once.”
Quick look at the shelves, “Some got wet during times they was hid in the
tunnels and caves along the river ’twixt here and Savannah. Tunnels are older
than Redcliffe. Indians likely lived in the first ones. McGiffern’s been hiding
things in the tunnels since before this place was built.” With a wicked
chuckle, “Early on it was corn squeezin’s bein’ shipped to Savannah Towne.
Ain’t safe to go in them no more. All soggy when the river’s high. Timbers gone
rotten. Most clogged with cave-ins. Lots of critters, turtles and snakes. Easy
to get buried; no one’d ever know. Mud an’ river an’ rot can make a body
disappear real quick if’n gators don’t take it first.”
“I’m
terrified of snakes.”
He
said, “Plenty of them about.”
Leeze recalled what her
fifth grade teacher once said—how a book’s value comes from what’s inside.
Leeza said, “One of my teachers knew about some of the tunnels.”
What’s the next
writing project?
Final edits of the galley manuscripts in the Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series and the sci-fi The Cairns of Sainctuarie.
What is your biggest
challenge when writing a new book? (Or the biggest challenge with this book)
New book or this book…thank the powers that be that my editors are
relentless in spotting my challenges/stumbles incorporated in the
outlines/plots/characters, and quickly let me know, “Do something.” I trust them
totally. Wrong character, wrong setting, dead people speaking…it’s not easy
keeping up with gory murder and who done in whom, but it’s sort’a fun when you
resurrect them.
If your novels
require research – please talk about the process. Do you do the research first
and then write, while you’re writing, after the novel is complete and you need
to fill in the gaps?
Yes – on the research. Usually done at the same time…however…during the
first two or three draft edits, when the early smoothness of flow and transition
is scrutinized. Should a scene/character/section need deeper additional research,
that part of a draft is coded for reference/research. The internet is a great
tool, and, of course, everything on the net is factual since it wouldn’t be
there otherwise…and down that black hole we go. It’s a real caveat in the field
of science fiction where quantum physics and the large hadron collider are
changing things almost by the hour. Reference librarians with their antique
equipment of a pencil and note pad are gems among the smart-phone clutter. They
must be aliens from an advanced society
What’s your writing
space like? Do you have a particular spot to write where the muse is more
active? Please tell us about it.
My writing space where I put the freight train with its passengers through
twists and double-twists is the usual writer’s space…one window behind me – the
rest of the room full of notes and manuscript edits. No music, no distractions,
no interferences with the fantasies. A given definition of a writer: a person alone in a room full of paper.
The muse is always hyperactive, resulting in some rude social behavior when
I get lost in my radar of people/crowds/settings etc. while in a public place
with guest AND totally ignoring them. It’s totally unintentional but
nevertheless quite inexcusable. I love the habit of it…ooo…that is bad.
What authors do you
enjoy reading within or outside of your genre?
Historical nonfiction. – the unabridged Decline & Fall of the Roman Empire, Kosovo, Midway, Battles of
Leyte Gulf.
Stuffy boring stuff except to those of us who are bookworms with
a penchant for things dun Gone with the
Breezes
.
Anything additional
you want to share with the readers today?
Keep guessing the who-dun it and the how-dun it. I’ll keep trying to
elude the readers with blind end stumbles until the last chapter. Ain’t it
fun…kind’a like chess with pawns and knights and bishops went and gone
someplace else.
Links:

Thank you for coming
back to Reviews and Interviews!
It a genuine pleasure to interact with readers/hosts, along with a
sincere thank you, Lisa, for hosting Westobou
Gold
, Book 2 in the Moccasin Hollow
Mystery Series.
The galley for Book 3 in the series is in final edits as
well as a sci-fi title also in galley. An earlier historical romance, Moccasin Trace, establishes the
bloodline(s) of Craige Ingram in the Moccasin
Hollow Series
.

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12 thoughts on “New interview with thriller author Hawk MacKinney

  1. Hawk MacKinney says:

    Lisa HASELTON’s Reviews & Interviews – A pleasure seeing your post again, & thank you for hosting this title, Westobou Gold, Book 2 in the Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series. Book 3 in the mystery series as well as the next sci-fi title, is in edit. An earlier title, Moccasin Trace, a prequel historical romance establishes the bloodline(s) of serial protagonists Craige Ingram in the Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series…

    Be safe on the holidays –

    Hawk MacKinney
    http://www.hawkmackinney.net

  2. Hawk MacKinney says:

    Victoria ALEXANDER – The “great post” was due to the host sight & an outstanding tour designer. Hope U enjoy the “awesome book” as much as I did the write. Thanx for following from The Reading Addict, & stopping by –

    Hawk MacK
    http://www.hawkmackinney.net

  3. Hawk MacKinney says:

    Lisa BROWN – Thank U on the tour congrats for Westobou Gold, & you’re welcome to the chance to win. Thanx for stopping by –

    Hawk Mack

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