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Author: Sean Keefer
Publisher: Four Hounds Creative
place you expect to wake up is behind bars.
jail. When he’s charged with the murder
of a candidate for Charleston County Solicitor he finds himself on the wrong
side of the law for a crime he says he didn’t commit.
the few people he does trust, Noah must fight to clear his name and find the
real killer before it’s too late.
family turmoil and treachery that spans generations.
set in historic Charleston and the surrounding South Carolina Lowcountry where
under the surface things are not always as genteel as they appear.
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INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR:
What initially got you interested in writing?
One day I had a “What if…” thought about a rather intriguing legal situation. I started thinking about it more and more. When I realized I wasn’t going to shake the thought, I started writing and my first book was the product.
What genres do you write in?
I write in the mystery/thriller genre. As I live in, and write about, South Carolina, you could likely get away with putting “Southern” before either of those monikers.
What drew you to writing these specific genres?
I believe that I am a product of you write what you read and I have always been attracted to the mystery and legal thriller genre as a reader so it was an obvious choice for me to start in this realm as a writer.
How did you break into the field?
Dogged determination and unyielding persistence. Since I have started writing, I have kept asking myself, “What can I do to make myself a better writer?” Then I try to do just that.
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?
I want readers to be able to step away from their lives, even if just for a moment, to get lost in the characters you will find in my books. Beyond that my hope is that readers will keep wanting to come back for more.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
There is little I enjoy more than talking to readers and getting feedback on my writing. I know time is a commodity for everyone so for readers to take the time to read my writing, I am flattered and humbled.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
For me finding the time to write when balancing the other commitments I have.
What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?
All that separates writers from non-writers is having something on paper that can be edited and expanded. If you want to be a writer, just write. Then keep writing. Start with a story and get it on paper. Then edit it to make it better.
What type of books do you enjoy reading?
I still enjoy mysteries and thrillers, though Southern literary fiction is one of my favorite genres. I also enjoy reading cookbooks and good horror and suspense.
Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?
For some reason people find it entertaining that I am a vegetarian who loves to make barbeque and cure bacon. When I’m not writing or cooking, I’m generally playing guitar or keeping people happily divorced. That and I have four dogs and a portion of the proceeds from my writing go to canine rescue groups.
What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?
Visit SeanKeefer.com or connect with me on Facebook at @TheNoahParksMysteries or on Instagram at @TheNoahParksMysteries.
sun’s arrival just as it cleared the horizon had always marked my favorite time
of day. It wasn’t unusual to find me at dawn on the Carolina shore gazing to the east in
anticipation, the ocean breeze softly brushing my face. The fleeting moments
when the first rays of sunlight painted an explosion of color were more than
enough to leave me knowing I was fortunate having witnessed it. Those, those
were my favorite mornings and anything that followed was a bit less
complicated, easier to handle.
found myself in desperate need of such a morning.
today there would be only cold concrete.
the past five days, my sunrise had been a sliver of light crawling across the
floor of my jail cell.
first, I’d looked forward to it, but on the third day I realized I’d need a lot
more to get me through the day, otherwise, that mere slice of sun would soon be
pushing me into the icy grip of depression.
quickly learned jail had a way of ushering in melancholy, even for the most
optimistic. Most everyone inside, even the guards, were simply miserable.
bail hearing had been a waste of everyone’s time. Accused murders don’t get
bail with their first request, sometimes not on the second, if at all. The fact
I’m a lawyer wasn’t helping. The last thing a judge wants to do is give the
impression that a lawyer, particularly a criminal attorney like me, is entitled
to special treatment.
change fast. Days
earlier, my life, while not perfect, had been good.
taken my girlfriend to the airport to catch a late-night flight to Chicago. She’d recently relocated
to Charleston, but was wrapping up her
ties to Chicago.
returning from the airport, I turned on ESPN, eager to hear what the talking
heads had to say about
the South Carolina Gamecock’s next football game. As was the case for most
Gamecock fans, their football season sanity ebbed or flowed with the team’s
cool fall night and the windows were open as I watched TV from bed, my dog at
my feet. Both he and I looked up as we heard a car outside–odd for that time of
night in our quiet neighborhood.
the doorbell was even more unexpected, so much so I didn’t immediately get up.
Rarely did anyone just drop by, especially near midnight. The second ring was immediately
followed by a knock. I got out of bed, pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and went
down the stairs. Austin, my Australian Shepherd, was barking and jumping beside
me as I unlocked the door. He sat on my command.
door to the sight of a tall black man in plainclothes with a Charleston Police
Department badge on his belt. Three uniformed Charleston County deputy sheriffs flanked him. Three
police cars occupied my drive. An unmarked cruiser in the cul-de-sac completed
the scene. Thankfully none had their lights on. I shifted my gaze back to the
officers. Not a smile among them.
couldn’t be good, I remember thinking.
said. He looked me straight in the eyes. We were the same height, just under
six feet tall, but the lack of a smile, his badge, and the deputies that
flanked him made him feel bigger and much stronger than me.
police station, in his backyard, over a meal, on my back deck, other times
through the years but never near midnight with other police officers standing
on my front porch.
when have you ever asked permission to come in the house? What’s wrong?”
let’s talk inside?”
just stood in the doorway. Silent and motionless.
of the officers behind him coughed, jarring me back to reality.
stepped to the side. “Sorry, certainly, come in.”
outside,” Gabriel said to the deputies.
walked down the short hallway into my living room in silence.
feeling of panic ran through me as he asked about my girlfriend.
“No. Chicago trip.”
feeling of panic faded to one of wonder, wondering why at midnight a detective I knew was
standing, unannounced, in my living room while three other anxious officers
were staged on my front porch. I asked why he was here. Wonder quickly faded
with the next words I heard.
been one to miss the obvious, I remember uttering my insightful reply, “A
styles, mannerisms, idiosyncrasies, dialects and the culture of his home.
Add to this the time he spent traveling the other Carolina for school and then North America
for work, he collected a vast array of experiences and observations from which
to draw upon and bring together in his writing.
South Carolina and instantly became enamored with the people as well as
the words, generally, kept flowing. A page became a chapter which ultimately
became a book known as The Trust.
After this the process started again and The Solicitor was the end result. Hopefully, if you are reading this you
either have, or soon will have, your very own copy of one or both.
novels from conceptualization to print has been one of frustration peppered
with increasing amounts of reward. Each
step from the first words hitting the page to ultimately holding a book in hand
has been a personal reward.
practices Family Law and works as a Domestic Mediator and lives with his Wife
and an ever-expanding pack of rescue canines – the current count is 4. As
well, Sean can frequently be found wandering the lowcountry of South Carolina with his camera, playing guitar in assorted venues
around Charleston or exploring the underwater world of the southeast.
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