Sunday, December 8, 2024

Book Cover Junkie Interviews Thriller Author Jörg H. Trauboth

Jörg H. Trauboth, born in 1943 near Berlin, logged over two thousand flight hours as a Weapon Systems Officer Instructor in the Luftwaffe, flying PHANTOM F-4F / RF-4E and TORNADO fighter jets, and over 3000 hours in light aircraft. At the age of fifty, he left the service with the rank of Colonel in the General Staff. He received training as a Special Risk Consultant from the English Control Risk Group and served as Managing Director Germany, dealing with extortion and kidnapping cases in South America and Eastern Europe. Shortly thereafter, he founded his own consulting firm, quickly establishing an outstanding international reputation. Trauboth protected his clients with a 24-hour task force during product extortions, product recalls, kidnappings, and image crises. He was the first President of the European Crisis Management Academy in Vienna and President of the American Yankee Association.

He is known as a respected expert in the media on security-related topics. He volunteers as an emergency counselor and is a member of the Crisis Intervention Team (KIT Bonn) of the German Foreign Office. He is a private pilot, married, with two sons and three grandchildren.

In 2002, Trauboth wrote the now out of print standard work “Crisis Management for Company Threats”.

In 2016 the follow-up work was published with Jörg H. Trauboth as editor in collaboration with five authors: “Crisis Management in Companies and Public Institutions”.

Terror expert J. H. Trauboth presented his debut novel in 2015 with the Germany thriller “Three Brothers”. (Available in English). In 2019 “Operation Jerusalem” followed and in 2020 “Omega”. The trilogy is about the former elite soldier Marc Anderson and his team. With these three self-contained thrillers, Trauboth is rated by many readers as the “German Tom Clancy.” The trilogy is available as a printed edition, eBook and audio book.

His first detective novel, “Jakobs Weg” (German), followed in 2021. The highly explosive topic of “sexual abuse of children” is processed sensitively in a scenario on the Way of Saint James and at the end offers contact options for those seeking help.

In 2022, the novella “Bonjour Saint-Ex” was published (German) in which the passionate pilot Jörg H. Trauboth turns the last flight of the legend Antoine de Saint Exupéry into an exciting literary event.

Readers wanted a sequel to the Marc Anderson series. In 2023, ZarenTod – Das Ende der Präsidenten was published, a highly topical political thriller. The Russian president and new tsar, Ivan Pavlenko, suddenly shows his true face during the war in Ukraine. He wants the old Soviet Union back. The world is on the brink. The influential oligarch, Alexei Sokolov, wants to prevent Ivan’s megalomaniac plans and is planning a fundamental new beginning for Russia. To achieve this, the Russian president must be removed. But the plan goes awry. Ex-elite soldier Marc Anderson intervenes. Will Czar Ivan die? What will become of Europe? The book 8/ 2024 in English „The Death of the Kremlin Czar” is the fourth political thriller in the Marc Anderson series.

Website & Social Media:

Website  https://trauboth-autor.de/english/

Twitter ➜ https://twitter.com/JorgTrauboth

 Interview:

Tell us about your book! What inspired you to write it?

I had a dream. Russian troops were standing outside Berlin and declaring that Germany should now be Russian, we should surrender and look forward to a life under communism and with roubles. I woke up


and realized that I wasn't living in 1945, but 80 years later. 

That's exactly what happened to Ukraine. For almost three years, the country has been desperately fighting for survival. It wants the lost territories back and peace. Like all of us. 

As someone who knows Putin's biography and a former general staff officer in NATO, I am convinced that there can be no negotiation with the Russian president. And if Ukraine leaves the territories to him because it has run out of weapons and ammunition, we in Central Europe will be next. Then my bad dream could come true.

“If no solution can be found on the battlefield, there must be another way to find a solution,” I thought.

So I started to develop a plot for my fourth Marc Anderson thriller: A group of oligarchs around Alexei Sokolov want to overthrow Russian President Ivan in Moscow. Just like Brutus and the senators did to Julius Caesar in Rome on the Ides of March.   The plan is clever, but Alexei has a problem. He has a love affair with Yulia, the Russian president's partner. Both are under pressure that Ivan knows something. On the flight to Vilnius in Belarus, the plane with Alexei and Yulia on board is hijacked. The Ukrainian hijacker demands that his brother be released from Russian captivity. When the Russian president fails to respond, the plane begins an odyssey over Europe. The hijacker shoots the crew. The plane is pilotless and programmed to crash into the Reichstag in Berlin. My protagonist Marc Anderson and his family are also on board. They are invited to a wedding party in Vilnius. He and Alexei go into the cockpit and try to take over the Boeing 737-300 as amateur pilots. Will they manage to land the plane? And how does the plan to bring Ivan down work out? 

At this point I have to stop. But you can be sure. The ending is spectacular. You'll want to know by page 180 at the latest. Otherwise your rest will be over. That's what the readers of the German novel say. 

How did you choose the title for your book? Did it come to you right away, before you started writing it, or did it come later?

The title corresponds to the title of the original German edition ‘Zarentod- Das Ende des Präsidenten.’ The title was quickly finalised, especially as I had decided not to write ‘Putin’ but to choose fictional names.

For the English title, I added the word ‘Kremlin’ and ‘Death’. The result: ‘The Death of the Kremlin Czar’. Hopefully that makes things pretty clear when you read the title. 

I chose the term Tsar because I am not the only one who is deeply convinced that the current Russian president acts like a Tsar, even though he says he is not one. Anyone who has any doubts should take a look at his residences. They say he is the richest man in the world, but nobody can prove it. His role model is Tsar Peter the Great, who not only took back the Slavic countries of Sweden, Finland, Eastern and South-Eastern Europe, but also imprisoned his son and had him killed there. I don't think the current tsar would do that. Why? As a narcissist, he has typical characteristics. He is extremely brutal to his enemies, but he protects his own flesh and blood. 

There was also a discussion about whether we should use the term ‘Tsar’ or ‘Czar’. My consultant in Texas recommended ‘Tsar’, the one in Boston ‘Czar’. I decided in favour of this name. I'm interested in your opinion on this. 

Tell us about the cover design process. Did you have a basic idea of what your book cover would be like? 

Thank you for the question. There was indeed an interesting development. At first, my graphic designer suggested putting a target in front of Putin's head. I decided against it and chose onion domes of an Orthodox church to make the reader curious to read the back of the cover. With the black background and the title, it should work as well in English-speaking countries as it does in German-speaking ones, I hope. 

In general, I don't like it when the reader's imagination is taken away by the choice of title anyway. My readers have known and appreciated me for many years as an author who places great value on seriousness and combines suspense with expertise in a pagerturner. So the cover should also be based on this. 

Who is your cover designer and how did you find him/her?

I am not a graphic designer but I am creative as a videographer in my private life and on YouTube where I have more than a hundred videos. My publisher has used his expertise to realize my cover ideas perfectly every time. He always laughed when the cover was finished before the text. But that's me. When I have a picture in front of me, the text flows better. I very rarely deviate from the first draft.

There's now a whole AI industry that generates beautiful covers. So if you don't have a publisher with a graphic designer or no money for a cover, you should take a look at AI. Example: Enter your title on Chatgpd and ask them to design a cover. You will be surprised. 

What has been the readers’ response to your cover?

I have no negative reactions from the German cover, which is exactly the same as the English one. It's not opinions that matter, but sales figures. If a book is not perceived on the market, the bad cover can be the main reason for this. So it's worth putting a lot of energy into the “right” cover. By the way, before I decide on the cover, I make several drafts and have them evaluated in my personal environment without anyone knowing the content of the book. 

What tips would you give to authors who are looking for a cover designer?

see above

Also in Europe it might be different from the resources in your country 

Anything else you’d like to say about your book?

I fear that the war in Ukraine will go on for a long time. But even when it is over, this book will remain topical, because it is primarily intended to be a page turner. 

In fact, my role model here is Tom Clancy, whose novels are still worth reading today, even though the political environment has changed. It makes me a little proud that readers call me the “German Tom Clancy” and compare my protagonist Marc Anderson to Jack Ryan.

 I hope that this thriller will be accepted worldwide, regardless of personal political orientation. I can promise one thing: My Marc Anderson brings peace, just like in the first break “Three Brothers”. I want my readers to sleep well. 

 The Death of the Kremlin Czar is available at Amazon (U.S. edition) and Amazon (German edition).

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

❀New Crime Thriller Alert❀: Count Their Graves by Jennifer Chase

 

Title: Count Their Graves 
Author: Jennifer Chase
Publication Date: August 30, 2024
Pages: 362
Genre: Crime Thriller

A wind chime sways a sweet melody above several pairs of shoes neatly laid out on the welcome the mat: two large pairs, and three small. On the door frame, a perfect crimson handprint, the color of blood…

Out on her morning run, Detective Katie Scott is stopped in her tracks when her service dog, Cisco, alerts her to something. Weaving through the towering pine trees, Katie is horrified to find a little girl alone in the woods, dressed in a white nightgown. The child sobs into Katie’s arms. She’s unharmed, but clearly traumatized. Scooping her up, Katie follows the trail to a large farmhouse. But what she finds there rips the air from her lungs: one, two, three, four bodies laid out side by side, all in matching pajamas.

The Banks family were attacked in their sleep, but how had the little girl trembling in Katie’s arms escape with her life? What twisted monster would do such a thing, and why leave no trace but a single bloody handprint on the doorframe? Katie vows to find answers for this sweet child who has lost everything and everyone.

Working night and day to piece together why this innocent family were targeted, Katie thinks she has her first lead when she discovers the family were under witness protection. Had they seen something they shouldn’t? Was the aim to silence them forever? Questions are still spinning in Katie’s mind when another family is discovered dead in their beds on the other side of Pine Valley.

With the entire department stretched to breaking point with an unprecedented body count and trace evidence stacking up, it’s going to take everything Katie has to track this twisted killer down. But as she closes in on her target, it’s clear someone close to Katie is keeping a deadly secret. How many more innocent lives will be lost before she can bring them to justice?

 

Book Excerpt

Katie stumbled forward onto her knees only to discover a little blonde girl with curly locks, dressed in an oversized white nightgown. The lace sleeves were longer than her tiny arms. Katie also noticed red spots splashed across the front and down the sleeves: blood.

“Good boy, Cisco,” she said, petting the dog, concerned by their discovery.

Turning her full attention to the little girl, she said, “What are you doing all the way out here, sweetheart?” She looked around to see if there was someone else, but it was deserted. There was nothing to indicate why the girl was outside. No footprints. No toys or pieces of clothing. It was as if she had been dropped here.

The sleepy-eyed girl appeared to be about four years old. “I’m cold,” she barely whispered as she shivered.

“Are you hurt?” said Katie as she looked for any injuries. The girl’s skin was icy, as if she had been out in the elements for a while—possibly a few hours. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Em… Emily,” she said.

“How did you get here?”

“Mommy brought me…”

A chill ran down Katie’s spine.

“Okay, Emily. Stay here with Cisco and I’ll be right back. Can you do that for me?” Katie wanted to pick the girl up, hug her, and take her to safety, but she needed to assess the area first. Security was her priority and then getting the little girl to safety.

The little girl nodded. Her blue eyes stared at Katie as she pet the dog. It was a look that Katie wouldn’t soon forget. The pure innocence struck her soul.

Katie stood up and unzipped her hoodie and then wrapped it around the little girl. The cool morning air hit her as she was now dressed in just a tank top. She pulled her weapon, still scanning the area. There was a farmhouse and barn down below the ridge and she assumed that was where Emily lived. There weren’t any other homes within view and most were likely several acres away.

Had the little girl ventured out without anyone knowing? Did the mother really leave her here? Or was there something terribly wrong?

Katie didn’t want to move Emily yet until she knew for sure that everything was safe on the property.

“Cisco, you stay.”

The dog instinctively downed next to the little girl. Emily’s small arms wrapped around the dog’s neck as she snuggled up against him for warmth.

Katie looked around and felt that, secluded in between trees, they would be safe until she could quickly search the area. Reaching into her pocket, she made sure her cell phone had a strong signal—which it did.

“Good boy, Cisco. Bleib… Wache…” She told Cisco to stay and guard the little girl. Her dog’s training words were in German, meaning stay and watch. Katie didn’t need to repeat herself because the dog knew what to do, but somehow it made her feel better. She hated leaving them alone, but it was the best way to proceed under the circumstances. By the time help arrived, it might be too late. She needed to report to dispatch exactly what was going on so that backup wasn’t blindly going into a potentially dangerous situation.

After taking one last look at Emily huddled with Cisco, Katie moved to the edge of the trail and began slowly making her way toward the backside of the house. She wondered how Emily got up the hill; there wasn’t dirt or mud on her gown.

Watching for any movement, Katie carefully stepped down the incline until she was on a walkway leading to the front of a modern farmhouse. There were unusual scrolled architectural details along the rooflines and windows that made it seem to be a custom build. Katie stopped and listened. The wind had died down and she felt the temperature had risen a few degrees from when she first began her run. Even though it was still cool, her skin was warm and clammy. Adrenalin was pumping, making her arms and legs strangely prickly and a bit shaky. She maintained her focus and continued to press forward. With her gun directed out in front of her, she kept moving, expecting anything.

There was a pickup truck and a minivan parked in the semicircle driveway, giving the impression that someone was home. The front of the farmhouse had a large porch with white wicker chairs and colorful pillows. There was a porch swing on one end and potted plants lined up side by side at the other. A cheerful welcome mat said, “Home Sweet Home.” A wind chime hung on the left side of the door and gently swayed a melody. There were several pairs of shoes carefully placed to the right side of the mat. By Katie’s quick assessment, there were two adults and three children that resided in the home.

The front door was wide open. Droplets of red spattered the porch and the entrance inside. Concentrated smudges were around the doorframe as if someone had tried to steady themselves.

“Hello?” she called out, watching her surroundings.

Nothing moved. No sound came from indoors. Katie’s senses were on hyper-alert. Everything seemed more vivid and louder than usual.

She cautiously stepped over the threshold and peered inside. The large open plan made it easy to see the living room, dining room, and kitchen in a quick scan. There were several photographs of the family—and she saw tiny Emily with an older boy and girl. Everything looked neat and orderly. That’s what made the bloody hammer lying in the middle of the floor so horrifying.

Katie stood surveying the room for a moment, taking a deep breath. It seemed that the bloody hammer had been dropped there. There were droplets of blood marking a path to the front door. There were no obvious signs of a struggle—no broken items, chairs overturned, or shelves spilled.

Katie turned and could see that the two main doors of the barn just across the open area were standing wide open. She wasn’t sure if it was instinct or fear that drove her, but she backed out of the house, careful not to disturb anything, and watchfully headed for the barn. Everything remained still and eerily quiet.

Katie kept to the sides of the barn and inched her way slowly to the opening. Her ears pounded. Her breathing shrank to shallow gasps. Staying low, she entered the building. It wasn’t a livestock barn, but rather a type of workshop and storage facility. Katie scanned the interior, taking everything in. Slowly lowering her weapon, she dropped to her knees in misery, only inches from the stagnant pools of blood on the ground in front of her. Barely registering what she saw, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the four bodies of a man, a woman, and a young boy and girl neatly lined up next to each other, still dressed in their pajamas.

– Excerpted from Count Their Graves by Jennifer Chase, Bookouture, 2024. Reprinted with permission.



About the Author
 

Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.  

She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers. 

Her latest book is Count Their Graves.

Website & Social Media:

Website – https://authorjenniferchase.com/ 

Twitter – https://twitter.com/jchasenovelist 

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferChase 

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/jenchaseauthor/ 

Goodreads- www.goodreads.com/author/show/2780337.Jennifer_Chase

 




Sunday, December 1, 2024

❀New Memoir Alert❀: A Heart's Journey to Forgiveness by Terese Luikens

Title: A Heart's Journey to Forgiveness 
Author: Terese Luikens
Publication Date: November 3, 2022
Pages: 282
Genre: Memoir

For Terese Luikens, a picture-perfect childhood it was not. Frequent cross country moves, an emotionally absent mother and an alcoholic father who ends his life by suicide when Terese is just thirteen years old. 

The sixth of seven children, Terese grew up in an unstable and chaotic household–invisible to her mom yet cherished by her father. 

This heartfelt memoir documents the chain reaction of a tumultuous family history. From her stormy childhood to the far-reaching effects of her father’s suicide, Terese shares her inspiring journey to escape the shame of her past, find healing and live, learn to trust, and discover faith in a real and personal God.  

A Heart’s Journey to Forgiveness is available at Amazon.

Book Excerpt


In my mind, these warm childhood memories include only my dad, never my mom. One photo from that era, snapped by an older sibling using Mom’s Instamatic camera, seems to capture our family dynamic. We are in the living room of the house that had the front-porch swing. I might be around four years old. My hair is cut short, pixie style, and I am wearing a long-sleeved, cotton-ribbed bathrobe. Dad, kneeling, wears a suit coat and a bowler hat. His hands are clasped behind my back and mine are hooked around his neck. Smiling, cheek-to-cheek, we face the camera.

Dad and I are in the center of the photo while Mom is in the lower left hand corner. She is sitting in a chair, and wears a plaid skirt and a turtleneck sweater. Her passive face is turned toward the camera.

That snapshot captures my life: Dad at the center and Mom on the perimeter.

About the Author


Terese Luikens has been married for forty-four years to the same man, although she is on her third wedding ring, having lost one and worn out another. She lives in Sandpoint, Idaho, enjoys being mother to three grown sons and grandmother to her much-loved grandchildren. She is the author of A Heart’s Journey to Forgiveness, a Memoir of her inspiring journey of emotional healing from her father’s suicide. She facilitates retreats and workshops focusing on forgiveness, and publishes her own blog, Why Bother? 

You can visit her website at www.tereseluikens.com.