Tai Randolph

Happy Holidays!

In case you missed it last time, here’s my holiday Tai & Trey story again, FREE to newsletter subscribers until January 1st.

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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring…except Tai Randolph.

Not that documenting a decidedly unusual robbery was on her holiday to-do list. But as an apprentice PI, she has to take the assignments that come her way, even if it means disappointing Trey, her partner in both romance and crime-solving, who had other plans.

As she and Trey begin to piece together the clues, an unlikely suspect emerges, as well as an unexpected crime. Someone has been very naughty, it seems, and Tai has to set things right. But can she do it while there’s still Christmas Eve to celebrate?

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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring…except Tai Randolph.

Not that documenting a decidedly unusual robbery was on her holiday to-do list. But as an apprentice PI, she has to take the assignments that come her way, even if it means disappointing Trey, her partner in both romance and crime-solving, who had other plans.

As she and Trey begin to piece together the clues, an unlikely suspect emerges, as well as an unexpected crime. Someone has been very naughty, it seems, and Tai has to set things right. But can she do it while there’s still Christmas Eve to celebrate?

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One thing I learned writing Darker Than Any Shadow — performance poetry is the closest thing to literary blood sport that exists.

That’s why I chose it as the background for the second Tai & Trey outing. It’s a cutthroat endeavor, and it brings out the ruthlessness in every single character, because every single character has something at stake. Love, riches, success, vengeance. They’re all on the table in a performance poetry competition. It’s not called a “slam” for nothing.

The dog days of summer have arrived, and Tai Randolph is feeling the heat. Running her uncle’s gun shop is more demanding than she ever imagined. Her best friend Rico is competing for a national slam poetry title. And Atlanta is overrun with hundreds of fame-hungry performance poets clogging all the good bars.

She’s also got her brand-new relationship with corporate security agent Trey Seaver to deal with. SWAT-trained and rule-obsessed, Trey has a brain geared for statistics and flow charts, not romance. And while Tai finds him irresistibly fascinating, dating a human lie detector who can kill with his bare hands is a somewhat precarious endeavor.

And then just when she thinks she might get a handle on things, one of Rico’s fellow poets is murdered . . . and Rico becomes the prime suspect.

Tai pushes up her sleeves and comes to his defense with every trick in her book—a little lying here, a little snooping there. Trey wants her off the case immediately. So does Rico. Every poet in Atlanta has a secret, it seems, and one of them is willing to kill to keep theirs quiet.

Will Tai’s relationship with Trey survive another foray into amateur sleuthing? And even more importantly, will she?

You can read the first chapter HERE.

I hope you’ll enjoy this newly revised second edition e-book of Darker Than Any Shadow, available now for $1.99 for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, Apple, and your favorite e-book retailer.

Second Edition of "Trouble Like a Freight Train Coming" Out Now!

Yes, I’m using a lot of exclamation point for this release, one of my favorite stories ever, freshly edited and available for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, and a plethora of other sites.

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First published in the anthology Lowcountry Crime, “Trouble Like a Freight Train Coming” is now a stand-alone novella. It was nominated for a Derringer (in one of my most delighted author moments) and functions as a prequel to my Tai Randolph & Trey Seaver series.

Here’s its description:

Tai Randolph is accustomed to murder and mayhem...of the fictional variety. As a tour guide in Savannah, Georgia, she’s learned the tips are better when she seasons her stories with a little blood here, a little depravity there. She’s less experienced in real life criminality, however, preferring to spend her days sleeping late and her nights hitting the bars. But when she gets the news that her trouble-making cousin has keeled over while running a marathon, Tai finds herself in a hot mess of treachery and dirty dealings. Worst of all, the clues lead her straight into the moonshine-soaked territory of the most infamous smuggler in Chatham County—her Uncle Boone.

 “Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming” is set in Savannah several years prior to the inheritance of her Atlanta gun shop and her first encounter with security agent Trey Seaver, who ultimately becomes her partner in both romance and crime solving. For readers familiar with the rest of Tai’s adventures, this story is a chance to watch her develop her sleuthing chops. For those meeting Tai for the first time . . . welcome to her slightly reckless, somewhat hungover, not-quite-respectable world.

Look for it on Nook, Kobo, Apple, !ndigo, Scribd, and other platforms (Books2Read provides a handy summary HERE) and on Amazon Kindle. And just between us, keep your fingers crossed for an audio version real soon.

Crimes Against the Humanities

As often happens, the pieces of “Assault & Reverie” — my latest Tai & Trey story — came together during a long car ride while I listened to NPR (shout out to WSVH, my hometown station!). Intrigued by what I was hearing, I couldn’t resist concocting a plot that included these fascinating elements. The result was a work of fiction, with some true-life happenings grounding it in possibility, if not reality.

Warning: Spoilers Below!

The idea of a snatched violin was inspired by the real-life assault and robbery of violinist and concertmaster Frank Almond, who shared his story on The Moth Radio Hour, a radio show from PRX. There are a few similarities between my fictional version and his actual one—Almond was accosted by a TASER-wielding assailant, and the eventual identification of the thief was cinched through the use of AFIDs (and the fact that the robber left his driver’s license in the case with the stolen violin). There are many differences, however. Recovering Almond’s violin took almost two weeks, and the crime was solved through leather-on-pavement policing, not deus ex flying machina.

However, the aerial data Trey uses to solve the crime—and the airplane that provided it—are not fictional. A similar airplane is a keystone of Persistent Surveillance System’s Community Support Program, and the photographs it provides have been used to solve crimes from burglary to murder (and yes, one theft was solved in less than thirty minutes). I learned about it on RadioLab, a show from WNYC Studios, which discussed not only the effectiveness of the surveillance, but the surrounding privacy issues, something Trey and Tai possess very different ideas about. Having them bring their different perspectives to the issue was an interesting way for me to work through my own conflicted feelings, as I believe very much in both law and order and individual privacy. My literary use of such a plane in Atlanta, however, was entirely fictional, as was the idea that someone in the security loop might have let crucial information out of the bag (there is zero evidence that such a thing has ever happened in real life). Luckily, you can visit the company’s website to learn about their real crime-fighting missions, including their privacy statement, and leave my problematic fictional plane heading for a fictional horizon.

While researching this story, I also learned a great deal about Stradivari violins. The Brancaccio Strad featured in this story, alas, really was lost during an air raid in Berlin. I resurrected it as an act of hope, as a way to let this magnificent instrument live once again, and was heartened to see that a piece of it may have been recently recovered and identified. Even if it will never again make music, I hope it will remind us of the great evil that was overcome by the Allied powers at such profound cost, and of the beauty that somehow survived, broken but lovely, in those ashes. May we never forget those horrors, so that we may never repeat them. May we always remember the service of the Allied women and men, so that we may always honor them.

To hear Frank Almond’s story in his own words, go here: https://themoth.org/stories/a-violins-life

To learn more about the Brancaccio Stradivarius, go here: https://timothyjuddviolin.com/tag/brancaccio-stradivarius/

To see the (possible) piece of that violin that may have been recovered, go here: https://maestronet.com/forum/index.php?/topic/333195-could-this-be-a-stradivari-neck/

To listen to the show “Eye in the Sky” about aerial surveillance, go here: https://www.wnycstudios.org/podcasts/radiolab/articles/eye-sky

To visit the Persistent Surveillance Systems website, go here:

And to get your very own copy of Assault & Reverie and Other Stories, click HERE.

Happy Birthday, Tai Randolph!

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I’m talking about my girl Tai here, not the series named after her (which debuted nine years ago in February of 2011, though that deserves a bit of boo-ya if I do say so myself).

Tai was born on the cusp of the vernal equinox, March 21st, which makes her about as Aries as an Aries can be.

To celebrate, I’m giving away THREE copies of her latest adventure — “Assault & Reverie” — and all YOU have to do to put your name in the hat is leave a comment below (you get a bonus entry if you visit my Tina Whittle Facebook page).

So say hey, then click the button below to go to the official Assault & Reverie and Other Stories giveaway page.

Kennesaw Unconquered — Where The Past Isn't Even Past

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It’s always an odd feeling, when fiction and real life meet.

It’s a crossroads moment — to the left, the world I created, with characters as I know as intimately as my own head. To the right, the world flowing under its own steam, with people of flesh and bone, events I cannot foresee or control. And then behind me history, as veiled as Scheherazade, and possessing just as many tales as that fabled spinner of stories.

I write a series featuring a woman who owns a Confederate-themed gun shop. Tai deals with Civil War re-enactors of both blue and gray, so she deals with the history of that period in American history, both the people who lived it then, and the people who re-live it now.

It was that history that brought me to the top of Kennesaw Mountain last weekend, during the swelter of a summer heat wave. My last visit had been six months previous, during one of the South’s more brutal cold snaps. It’s hard to remember such cold in this season of sweat and humidity, but once upon a time there was winter, and we had it here in Georgia. Would that I could have bottled some and saved it for now. I could make a fortune selling it on the parched sidewalks.

Kennesaw Mountain is a part of Kennesaw Mountain Battlefield National Park. During the summer, it’s a crowded place, full of picnickers and shady glens, leafy spots of shadow where somebody could get up to something nefarious. That day in January, I had the summit pretty much to myself, which made it an odd place to ponder its usefulness as a fictional murder site. My solitude felt too real, too precarious.

They say in space no one can hear you scream. I suspect the same is true at the top of an empty mountain.

The ranger told me that during the winter, with the trees bare, I could see the ruts of the old road, that my view would be very much exactly like that the Confederates saw 150 years ago, as they waited for General Sherman to launch his next assault against their fortifications. The boys in gray suffered a rainy winter and an equally wet spring. Diaries from the time mention the mud and the bugs and the mud and the misery and the mud.

At the top, I saw a different Atlanta in the distance than Sherman did, however. That great Southern city had been in the distance then too, the gem in the Confederate crown, but in the twenty-first century, Atlanta was a shimmery mirage of steel and smoked glass, crisscrossed by Peachtree Road and Peachtree Lane and Peachtree Industrial Boulevard. Over seventy different streets with Peachtree in the title.

Sherman would eventually capture Atlanta, but not by capturing Kennesaw Mountain. He never would get to the top of this particular summit. And it felt unconquered, it really did. Like the ghosts were watching me all the way down the mountain, making sure my trespass was a short one.