Friday, January 24, 2020

Death in the Family by Lanny Larcinese - Book Tour + Giveaway

Death in the Family
by Lanny Larcinese


GENRE: Crime thriller



Donny Lentini is a talented young man hungry for his mother's love. To please her, he becomes guardian angel to his mob-wannabe father. When the father is murdered and found with his hands hacked off, Donny is dealt a set of cards in a game called vengeance. The pot is stacked high with chips; the ante, his soul and the lives of loved-ones. With the help of friends—ex-con, defrocked Jesuit Bill Conlon along with former high-school nemesis, Antwyne Claxton—he digs for whether the murder had anything to do with the mob's lust for a real estate parcel owned by the family of Donny's lover. He's new at this game. He doesn't cheat, but plays his cards well. And he gets what he wants.


There is a purity to poker, moments of truth untethered to motive or morals, moments philosophers never examine—clean moments, as when a Great White draws back its lips and embraces a neck in its four-inch serrated teeth—moments neither Dad nor German Kruger understood.

One by one I looked them in the eye. Everybody dropped except German who raised and called. I flipped my hole cards. “Three cowboys.” Moans from around the table.

I raked in the seven-hundred-dollar pot. Any day I stuck a pencil in German’s eye was a good day.

“What the fuck is it with you?” he said. “You win four, five pots every Friday.”

Dad kicked my shin under the table.

“I know what I’m doing,” I said, clacking chips from one hand to the other. The other guys pushed out their chairs. Dad kept a straight face. In the millisecond his eyes met mine they became beacons warning of dangerous shoals.

German’s pallor couldn’t compete against the crimson flush ringing his flabby neck. He pointed to my father. “You, Carlo, get your ass into my office. And you,” he said, pointing to me, “you need to hear this too.”

He had that same twisted look on his face, the one I first saw two years before when I took him for a thousand fazools over the Superbowl.

He collapsed into his huge leather chair.

The red on his neck and ears turned a deeper shade as if a chameleon lit onto a cranberry bog. “I’m talkin’ about how you let that fucking union get aholt of office cleaners before you brought ’em to us. You get a piece of that, Carlo? You doin’ shit on the side?”


1. What would you consider to be your Kryptonite as an author?
I am given to (some) long, serpentine sentences written as much for rhythm and musicality as the information in them. I often need to break them up during editing since in most crime writing story trumps language. It’s still a struggle. Being Italian (we invented opera), Hemmingwayesque I’m not.

2. If you could tell your younger writing self, anything, what would it be?
Do not conflate facility with language, even eloquence, with the craft of story-telling. The former is the cultivation of a proclivity, the other more a learned skill.

3. What book do you feel is under-appreciated? How about overrated?
Under appreciated: Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian. Ten or twenty pages are required to get the rhythm and syntax of mid-nineteenth century language, but once done, a brilliant work of art. Overrated: The Catcher in the Rye (It doesn’t hold up.)

4. Favorite childhood memory involving books?
As a young boy, watching my mother read --- bodice rippers, but still…

5. Did you want to be an author when you grew up?
No, I wanted to be a businessman, which I was in various iterations over most of my adult life. However, I was a “suppressed” writer and cultivated language and loved exploring and sharing the inner landscape. Even during my business career my personal letters to friends and family ran to multiple pages. Many people told me they loved receiving my letters.

6. If you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
Passionate. Expressive. Fulfilled.

7. If you could own any animal as a pet, what would it be?
Collies, all day.

8. Have you ever met anyone famous?
The poet Anne Sexton.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lanny Larcinese ‘s short work has appeared in magazines and has won a handful of local prizes. He lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He’s a native mid-westerner transplanted to the City of Brotherly Love where he has been writing fiction for seven years. When not writing, he lets his daughter, Amanda, charm him out of his socks, and works at impressing Jackie, his long-time companion who keeps him honest and laughing—in addition to being his first-line writing critic. He also spends more time than he should on Facebook but feels suitably guilty for it.



Lanny Larcinese will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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