Greetings, everyone!! Let's get to know Author W Frank Mooney!!
Who is your hero?
My father. He was the foundation of my manhood, how I learned how to take care of my family, treat my wife, all of that.
Aww, that's sweet! If you could live anywhere, where would it be?
Probably on the east coast. I hate heat. I hate mosquitoes. I like nice clothes, and it’s difficult to be fashion-ready in high heat and high humidity.
I'm not a big fan of the heat here in the south, either, lol. What would you change about yourself if you could?
I would change my lack of trust in others. I usually don’t trust anyone to do anything; I’d rather do it myself. This becomes problematic because I get overwhelmed and hinder my own progress.
I have that issue, too. What really makes you angry?
Impatience. If you’re patient and assess the situation, a lot of unnecessary faults can be prevented.
I agree! What motivates you to work hard?
My family
Excellent motivation. :) What makes you laugh the most?
People. Watching people in their respective elements. It’s amazing how we deny our own predictability and human nature all while simultaneously fulfilling them.
What was the last movie you went to? What did you think?
Straight Outta Compton. I liked it. The film humanized the group and instead of making them a caricature or ignorant.
I really enjoyed that movie, too. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?
Drive a car
What would you sing at Karaoke night?
Careless Whisper by George Michael, with an accompanying Schmoney Dance.
What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most?
Power 92 Jams (Hip-Hop/R&B), but usually I just listen to various Pandora stations on my phone.
Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house?
Mow the lawn
Tell us about your book.
Blurb:
What if good and evil existed for one another? What happens when people decide to take salvation into their own hands? What if Judas was all a part of the plan? Strange things are happening and all roads lead to a local cult by the name of Saints of Iscariot. The city of Little Rock, Arkansas, is under silent attack as Detective James Gilliam returns home for an unexpected turn of events.
In an effort to save a city along with his own sanity, he finds that even the best intentions still fall short of their mark.
Excerpt:
The girl paced steadily toward her destiny as her eyes welled with tears. She moved through the crowd, focusing on the main stage with purpose behind each step. The clarity of her duty toward her brothers and sisters in the great struggle for redemption and those who were not aware of their transgressions helped guide her decision. Thoughts of her family flooded her conscious. They would have to understand. This was the will of God.
Through a crowd of careless patrons, she felt like she was walking into a slaughter. She wore an orange sundress that accented her beautiful, sandy brown hair which reflected the final evidence of sunlight. Her breaths became more shortened as the distance between her current place and her destiny closed. In her right hand was a silver blade that she held under her prayer beads. Her flip flops sounded off each time her foot left the ground. She was almost there.
Climbing on the stage was the scariest part of the ordeal for her. While the security guards were not looking, she snuck to the steps on the side of the stage. With each step, her legs became heavier and her stomach began to turn flips as she thought about the task staring her in the face. There was no turning back. As she made her way to center stage, the crowd cheered loudly. All of the voices directed toward her eased her mind. The people were ready to be exposed to an experience they would never forget. In her mind, they were motivating her to become what they needed. She raised her hand in authority to hush the chaos.
“Thus said the Lord,” she shouted in a strong voice, “present your body as a living sacrifice.” The security officers did not know if this was a part of the show. They waited.
With that single proclamation, she touched the cross on her back. It was completely healed. She’d finally reached redemption. A tear slowly formed and drifted down her bronze cheek. After a final prayer, she raised the blade to her throat.
Purchase Links:
Kindle: http://ow.ly/Q440h
Nook: http://ow.ly/Q441k
More about W Frank Mooney:
From the city of Pine Bluff in the great state of Arkansas, W. Frank Mooney is nothing more than an average man ready to share his gift with the world. At the age of 13, he began to write poetry to express his emotions. Dreams and a runaway imagination eventually prompted him to finally put pen to paper. Encouragement from multiple junior high, high school, and college educators further supported his desire to follow a career in writing.
His influences range from authors such as John Grisham and Tom Clancy to hip hop artists like Nas and Lupe Fiasco. No prejudice is held against any form of inspiration for his work. A mix of classic romanticism with contemporary settings, W. Frank Mooney allows the fruit of his passion to speak for itself.
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E-Mail: wfrankmooney@gmail.com
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