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Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Book Spotlight and Giveaway: Murder at Eastern Columbia by Christopher Geoffrey McPherson
Author: Christopher Geoffrey McPherson
Publisher: Christopher Geoffrey McPherson
Pages: 210
Genre: Historical Detective
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Los Angeles. 1931. Your name is James Murray. You
are a clerk in the Junior Boy's department at the swankest new department store
in downtown. You want to be a writer, but there's a Depression on. Suddenly,
you find yourself trying to solve the murder of your best friend. Will you be
able to find the murderer before it's too late?
"Murder at Eastern Columbia" is two
novels in one: two parallel stories, featuring two heroes, working two murders
in two different versions of 1930s Los Angeles. Join James and his alter ego as
they each try to solve the murder of the girl with sorrel-colored hair. Follow
the twists and turns until the climactic scene atop the tallest building in all
of LA: the brand new Los Angeles City Hall.
Book Excerpt:
Murder at Eastern Columbia, a James Murray mystery, takes place in downtown Los
Angeles in 1931. In this excerpt, one of the main characters talks to a friend
of hers over breakfast about a trip she took with her now-dead sister -- and
how they met the man she believes killed her.
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"Both of us -- my sister
and I -- wanted so bad to see Paris. Father sold one of our cars and managed to
scrape up enough money to get us there and back, with a little left over for
accommodations and food. It wasn't a lavish trip by any means, but we didn't
care. We wanted to be in Paris more than anything else in the world, so Father
sent us.
"We had a wonderful time.
Met some wonderful people. One of them was a gorgeous French model. She took us
under her wing. Showed us everything that made Paris so beautiful. We all
became fast friends. She was supposed to be coming back to America on the same
ship. Something happened at the very last minute -- I think she got a booking
for a Vogue magazine cover shoot -- and she ended up having to take a
later sailing. In the confusion, all of her bags were left on board our ship.
There was no time to take them off, so she gave us the claim checks and asked
us to make sure the bags arrived in America safely. She even gave us a couple
hundred French francs for our trouble.
"Well, it was hardly any
trouble, if you know what I mean. Think of it: two poor American girls, third
class on a beautiful ocean liner, making the sailing across to America. My
sister always had more ambition than I did. She took the extra francs the model
had given us, marched right up to the purser and upgraded us both from third
class to the finest first class suite we could afford. I was shocked, but it
was all pretty exciting.
"She gave our room
attendant the claim checks and had all the model's trunks brought to our suite.
You should have seen her face when she opened them up: there were fabulously
expensive Chanel dresses, Vionnets, Poirets, dresses by Molyneux and Lelong,
entire suits by Schiaparelli and Mainbocher, and a separate leather bag filled
with exquisite Hermes silk scarves. Hermes silk scarves! Can you imagine? It
was all the best of the best of French couture right there in our suite. My
sister spent hours trying on everything -- and then the idea hit her: she would
have her hair and nails done at the ship salon and then go to dinner dressed in
one of these sumptuous outfits! I was against it, of course, but she would hear
none of it. So, she did just that and we went to dinner that evening.
"I have to admit, she
looked stunning. She had chosen a fantastic dark-green satin Mainbocher, with
an inset chevron in light green right at the waist. It came with an ermine-trimmed
cape. Oh, with her red hair, it was amazing. She was perhaps the most beautiful
woman at dinner that night. I didn't dare to wear one of the model's outfits,
so I stuck to my own clothing, but I still looked good."
I looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm sure you did,"
I offered.
She smiled back, then
continued.
"When she came down the
stairs into the main dining room, you could hear all the conversation stop as
people turned to look at her. In fact, a few of the men stood and began
applauding at her entrance. Soon, the entire room was applauding. I think they
thought she was a famous actress or something, the attention she got.
"After dinner, there was
dancing. She was the most popular woman on the ship that night. All the wealthy
young roués fluttered around her like so many moths to a bright flame.
She asked for a cigarette and was given ten. She asked for a light and was met
with a blazing fire of lighters and matches. I was happy for her because she
was happy. But then, he came up to her."
"Marco?" I asked,
wiping my mouth and taking a sip of coffee.
"Yes. He approached her
and the other fellows retreated fast. He had a reputation even aboard that
ship. Once he made his claim on her, no other man dared to approach her. It was
the start of a ship-board romance that lasted the rest of the trip. She had no
shortage of fine outfits to wear and she wore them all. After that first night,
I rarely spent time with her. How could I? She was always with him. I saw her
across the crowded dining room, or on the deck, or at the symphony, but she was
almost never without him at her side. I was worried, but she seemed so happy.
It was the last time she was going to be that happy."
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About the Author
In more than three decades as a professional writer/journalist, Christopher Geoffrey McPherson has covered myriad subjects and interviewed thousands of people from the famous to the unknown. He brings his years of experience to each one of his novels.
Every work is different. Through reading his novels, you can visit the American home front in the 1940s, a future San Francisco Paris Los Angeles
In his career, his work has appeared in daily newspapers, monthly magazines, extensively on radio and the occasional dalliance with television. He has written advertising copy and radio commercials -- and continues to write.
Christopher is currently working on a series of novels that take place in 1930s Los Angeles
Other works featuring his byline include "The Babi Makers" -- a science fiction tale about a world where the most important resource is babies; "Sarah & Gerald" -- a novel about Paris in the 1920s; "Forever - and other stories" -- a collection of short stories; "The Life Line" -- the novel of the big one that levels San Francisco; "News on the Home Front" -- a novel of two friends during World War Two; and "Mama Cat" -- a book for children. Also, several short plays, a few radio plays and a boatload of radio documentaries.
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