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Aloha gang, today we are meeting a totally awesome and amazing author, LAURIE HANAN, whose Louise Golden mysteries are some of my favorite books! She has a new release called HOAKA MOONSHINE and it’s a fantastic Hawaiian mystery that’s part of the Lei Crime Series created by best-selling author, Toby Neal. This Kindle World Novella is out now and you can check it out here:\u00a0http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B016P3A5XC\/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb<\/strong><\/p>\n OR<\/b><\/p>\n You can post a comment here for the chance to win a FREE copy!<\/strong><\/p>\n Aloooooooha!<\/strong><\/p>\n But today we are gonna ask Laurie some incredibly stupid questions about the writing life and HOAKA MOONSHINE, which is one da kine,\u00a0really hot read!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1. Hi Laurie, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid, I mean important questions.<\/span><\/p>\n\u00a0A margarita with the best quality tequila you\u2019ve got. I\u2019m picky that way.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n2. You can be picky. We have excellent tequila. Now. Do you write naked?<\/div>\nNever. I have a fourteen-year-old son who walks through here periodically, usually with friends.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n3. \u00a0If you were about to be executed, what would your last words be?<\/div>\nAdonai eloheinu, adonai echad<\/i><\/div>\n<\/div>\n4.I had to Google that and I feel guilty now for asking you the naked question *hangs head in shame* adonai eloheinu adonai echad<\/em> is a Hebrew prayer meaning The Lord is our God, the Lord is one. Now, getting back to stupid, which is what I do best… If you managed to escape execution but ended up stuck on a deserted island, what books would you want to have on hand? Excluding your own of course?<\/div>\nA Jewish book of prayer, a Hebrew\/English Bible, and a Bible concordance<\/div>\n<\/div>\n5. What? And none of my books??? Kidding! Now… You’re stuck on the deserted island after your uber-pilot forgets to come back for you. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.<\/div>\n\u00a0First off, I don\u2019t think I\u2019d want to be marooned with a dead person. If I choose people I like, I am dooming them to a terrible fate? Or maybe this is supposed to be a fun fantasy, like Gilligan\u2019s Island. So let\u2019s go with: my husband David for obvious reasons, Rabbi Aronowitz to lead us in singing and prayer and lend an overall spirituality to the situation, the rabbi\u2019s wife so he won\u2019t get lonely, and Kerstin and Nelson Lampert for their good company and general survival skills. And, since dogs are people too, I want my dog Sage with me.<\/div>\n<\/div>\nMy fantasy castaway meal: Coconut water to drink, coconut meat, mango, papaya, lychees, and pineapple. Hopefully Sage will survive on an all-fruit diet.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nThanks so much for being such a fantastic sport, Laurie!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nHOAKA MOONSHINE is available now on Amazon – here:\u00a0http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B016P3A5XC\/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\nSynopsis:<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\nWhen Dee Maltin bought the little beach cottage on Maui, all she wanted was to leave her memories behind. Now, fifteen years later, things are starting to go awry. Why does everyone else deny hearing the feral cats that keep Dee awake all night? What\u2019s the smell that permeates her house no matter how much she scrubs? Why does her strange neighbor, who hasn\u2019t spoken to her in all these years, choose this moment to strike up a conversation? A woman shows up at Dee\u2019s door looking for her birth mother. Is she a con artist, or just deluded? Dee searches for answers and is soon over her head in one big Hawaiian-kine mystery.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nBook Excerpt:<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It started as a low moan, then rose to a raspy chorus that might have been born of intense pleasure, or pain.<\/div>\n\u00a0\u201cDanged cats,\u201d I said under my breath. \u201cThey\u2019re enough to wake the dead.\u201d I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the chill that shot down my spine.<\/div>\nNai\u2018a ignored me. The little black and white terrier\u2019s eyes were locked on the screen door. Her hair bristled, her lips quivered as they pulled back to reveal sharp fangs. She let out a low growl. This was more than the indignant yapping she reserved for the neighborhood cats.<\/a><\/div>\nA glance at Simon told me he hadn\u2019t heard it. He lay sprawled across the couch, headphones firmly in place, engrossed in that online game he liked to play till the early morning hours.<\/div>\nAs I shut the front door and turned the deadbolt, I caught a whiff of something slightly foul. How long had it been since Simon last showered and put on clean clothes?<\/div>\n\u00a0\u201cC\u2019mon, Nai\u2018a girl,\u201d I said. \u201cTime for bed.\u201d<\/div>\n\u201cMa! Open the door!\u201d Simon demanded. \u201cI already sweatin\u2019 like one pig.\u201d<\/div>\nHe took a swig of beer and slammed the bottle onto the coffee table. His hand slid into a bag of Cheese Puffs. He shoveled a handful into his mouth, wiped orange crumbs onto his shirt, brushed them onto the couch. All without taking his eyes off the laptop. His version of multitasking.<\/div>\nNai\u2018a trotted down the hallway, looking over her shoulder to make sure I followed. She knew the routine.<\/div>\nI locked the bedroom door behind us and started to undress in the dark.<\/div>\n\u201cMa!\u201d The thin wall did nothing to muffle Simon\u2019s yell. \u201cI told you, open the door!\u201d<\/div>\nI didn\u2019t answer and he couldn\u2019t be bothered to keep on yelling.<\/div>\nThe closed room was stifling, but I made sure the sheet covered every inch of my legs.\u00a0\u00a0Nai\u2018a curled up beside me.<\/div>\nIt wasn\u2019t five minutes before another drawn-out yowl brought Nai\u2018a to her feet. A warning rumbled in her throat.<\/div>\nThe cat had to be right in our backyard.<\/div>\n\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Nai\u2018a,\u201d I whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s just a cat.\u201d<\/div>\nBut if I didn\u2019t know better, I\u2019d almost swear it was a baby crying.<\/i><\/div>\nNai\u2018a lay down and pressed against my side. She tensed at every noise.<\/div>\nThe ceiling fan whirred above me. Its\u00a0tick-tick-tick<\/i>\u00a0sounded like an old-fashioned wall clock marking the seconds, while the cats carried on outside.<\/div>\n