Author: Angela Henry
Page count: 354
Angela Henry was once told that her past life careers included spy, researcher, and investigator. She stuck with what she knew because today she’s a mystery writing library reference specialist, who loves to people watch and eavesdrop on conversations. She’s the author of four mysteries featuring equally nosy amateur sleuth Kendra Clayton, as well as the romantic thriller The Paris Secret. She is also the founder of the award-winning MystNoir website, which promotes African-American mystery writers, and was named a “Hot Site” by USA Today.com. When she’s not working, writing, or practicing her stealth, she loves to travel, is connoisseur of B horror movies, and an admitted anime addict. She lives in Ohio and is currently hard at work trying to meet her next deadline.
Tell us about your book:
Schooled in Lies is the fourth book on my Kendra Clayton mystery series. I took over the publication of my series when my publisher decided not to continue it. Here’s the synopsis:
GED instructor Kendra Clayton’s high school days were nothing to brag about. So she’s not too thrilled when on top of having to take a class to renew her teaching certificate or be fired, she gets roped into serving on her high school’s reunion committee.
Spending time with her former classmates is even less fun than having a root canal. Then to make matters worse, Kendra and the other committee members start receiving strange messages and having freak accidents. When one of the accidents results in a death, Kendra is convinced it’s murder. Unfortunately, neither the reunion committee nor the police take her seriously.
To try and prevent another death-and to keep from worrying about all the time her sweetie, Carl, has been spending with his scheming ex-wife-Kendra digs into the lives of her fellow committee members and uncovers enough secrets, lies, and betrayal to make her head spin. When a second murder occurs, Kendra realizes she needs to watch her back in her search for the truth before a killer turns her into another buried secret.
How long did it take to write the book?
About eight months.
What inspired you to write the book?
Well, my sleuth, Kendra Clayton, and I had fairly similar experiences in high school. Neither of us was popular and I wanted to explore her background a little more than I had in the previous books. I’ve never been to any of my high school reunions. But I wanted to see how Kendra would deal with the people from her high school days.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I try and write about 1,000 words a day, sometimes more if I’m being ambitious. One of the best things about writing my series is that it’s set in a fictitious college town. So, I can pretty much make everything up without having to do much research.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
Since I write humorous mysteries, I’m hoping readers will feel they’ve been entertained by a quirky cast of characters that made them laugh.
Where can we go to buy your book?
Amazon – http://is.gd/q0gsst
Barnes & Noble – http://is.gd/szC5xM
Booksamillion – http://is.gd/eOECOF
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
Angela Henry Website
Excerpt from book:
She woke up in the dark. Confused and disoriented, she lay still for a few seconds and tried to get her bearings and figure out where she was. She tasted blood in her mouth. Tentatively, she touched her lower lip and discovered it was split. There was also an egg-sized knot on the back of her head, causing pounding that made even thinking painful. Curled into a fetal position on her side, she slowly turned onto her back and reached out a hand hitting something hard and unyielding mere inches from her face. She tried to straighten out her cramped legs but couldn’t. Where the hell was she and why was it so dark? Then another sensation cut its way through the mind-numbing pain in her head. Movement. She was moving.
A familiar smell filled her nose. Exhaust fumes. Car exhaust fumes. She was in a moving car. Judging by the enclosed space she was in, she quickly realized she was in the trunk. Panic welled up inside her and she started screaming and frantically beating on the inside of the trunk. But the car didn’t stop and after a few minutes both her throat and hands were sore. She was feeling around the trunk for something to pry open the lock with when the car came to an abrupt stop. She heard the opening and closing of the car door and footsteps crunching on gravel.
Fumbling around in the dark, her hand came to rest on a hard, round, plastic cylinder. A flashlight. She felt for the switch to the sound of a key being inserted into the trunk lock. When the trunk flew open, she flashed the light into her captor’s face. When she saw who it was, memories suddenly came flooding into her head, jolting her back in time, making her remember how she came to be in the trunk of a car with a murderer staring down at her.