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Hard Headed Woman by Howard Gimple #AuthorInterview

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HARD HEADED WOMAN

by Howard Gimple

February 2 – 27, 2026 Virtual Book Tour

Synopsis:

Hard Headed Woman by Howard Gimple

 

No one but Hannah Johansson believes her father was murdered. Not even her mother. The doctors say he had a stroke, but Hannah knows he was poisoned. She just doesn’t know who did it or why. One thing she does know is that the answers can be found at the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge, a pristine 9,000 acre nature preserve where her father was superintendent.

When she goes back to the Refuge, instead of answers, all she finds are more questions. Ominous questions. Where are all the birds? Why is there a heavily armed guard at the gate? What’s in the mysterious bundles being dropped off there in the middle of the night? When the police won’t investigate, Hannah is determined to find the answers herself, and she won’t quit until she learns the truth. Not even after she is shot at, thrown in jail, and beaten up by a 300-pound lesbian biker.

Praise for Hard Headed Woman:

“A gamesome detective story, dramatically absorbing and intelligently wrought.”
~ Kirkus Reviews

Hard Headed Woman is a refreshingly original story, free of many of the tropes often associated with mystery novels. That alone makes it deliciously difficult for the reader to guess who did what, and that makes this story one of the better mysteries we’ve read recently.”
~ The Mystery Review Crew

“The writing was exquisite, with vivid descriptions of all the events. It was a gripping read, especially with all the changes happening in the wildlife refuge. I found the story thoroughly enjoyable and was engrossed until the final page. The conclusion was a major surprise, and I did not expect it at all.”
~ Readers’ Favorite

Hard Headed Woman #AuthorInterview:

What was the inspiration for this book?
Much of the action in Hard Headed Woman takes place at the Jamaica Wildlife Sanctuary, a place I have visited many times. It’s a 12,000-acre forever-wild marshland in the middle of New York City, right across the bay from JFK Airport. I thought it would be a great setting for a mystery-thriller. It always struck me that an ingenious way to smuggle contraband out of the airport would be to ferry it across the bay to the Refuge.

What was the biggest challenge in beginning your writing career?
As a copywriter and creative director on Madison Avenue, with a wife and young daughter at home, it was difficult to carve out time to write. Sometimes, after a long day of sitting, thinking, and writing at a computer, doing the same thing for several more hours was the last thing I wanted to do when I came home. I had to fight the urge just to veg out in front of the TV, then drag myself, mentally kicking and screaming, down to my basement office. Thankfully, once there, the writing adrenaline kicked in.

What do you absolutely need while writing?
I need a few hours with zero distractions. Sometimes I’ll listen to music while working, jazz or classical, but no vocals. The only words I want to hear are the ones in my head.

Do you adhere to a strict routine when writing, or write when the ideas are flowing?
I don’t have a strict routine, but it’s because I’m waiting for a chunk of time, as opposed to waiting for ideas. Many of my most interesting ideas come when I’m nowhere near my computer or even a notepad, like on a walk or while driving. I’ll yell the idea out loud to myself two or three times to help me remember it, which makes for some strange stares from people who are walking near me. Then, when I get a chance, I’ll write it on an index card or sticky note. Hopefully, once I’m at my desk, the note that I wrote to myself will still make sense.

Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
I really enjoyed writing about Hannah’s sidekick Bette, who is struggling through some major life decisions about her career, her sexuality, and her entire identity. That being said, sometimes a minor character pops up and turns out to be more interesting and fun to write than I first thought. Two examples from TV that come to mind are Klinger on MASH, who was only supposed to be in one or two episodes and became a co-star, and Robin Williams as Mork from Ork, who was on a single episode of Happy Days, and wound up with his own show. That character in Hard Headed Woman was Salazar. She’s a wisecracking EMT who was a combat medic in Afghanistan. She was supposed to be a minor character in a scene, and she wound up dominating it. Don’t be surprised if she turns up as a major character in the next Hannah Johansson story.

Tell us why we should read your book.
Hard Headed Woman is a fun and exciting read with plenty of thrills and laughs. Hannah and Bette are unique characters who you won’t find in most mysteries. I also think most readers will be surprised to learn about the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge. The book deals with some serious topics on family dynamics, including but not limited to what happens when a headstrong adult daughter has to move in with her elderly but still vital mother. There are also some facts that I discovered about the aftermath of the Iraq War that will intrigue many readers.

Give us an interesting, fun fact or a few about your book.
Hannah Johansson, the Hard Headed Woman of the title and main character of the book, is based on my wife, Chris. Like Hannah, Chris grew up on the Jamaica Wildlife Refuge, where her father was superintendent. She lived there with her mom and dad until she left to attend college. It was from her that I learned what it was like to spend your formative years in an isolated semi-wilderness, miles away from your school and your friends in New York City. Of course, Chris never had the exciting, death-defying adventures that Hannah experiences.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I’d like to thank everyone reading this for loving books. In today’s multifaceted media landscape, along with attention spans that are ever dwindling, as an author, it’s comforting to know that there are still a good number of people out there willing to devote the time, effort, and energy it takes to read an entire novel.

Tell us a little about yourself and your background.
My daughter wrote this about me when she was 11. She’s now in her mid-thirties. I think it still works.
‘Howard Gimple is a parent to Rebecca Johnson Gimple. He is husband to Christine Johnson. Howard is tall and has big feet. He has a large nose and a beard, and a mustache. He is bald but has hair on the back of his head. Howard has big ears and usually wears weird Goofy clothing in his free time. Howard is very humorous. He tells many jokes all the time. Howard is great fun. He makes things into games. He lets me water ski on his legs and plays games with my friends and me. He makes jokes EVERYWHERE! He likes rock music, and I have to fight with him when we decide what to listen to in the car. He likes the Beatles, Kinks, and Rolling Stones. Howard Gimple is my dad.’

What’s next that we can look forward to from you?
I have a lot of story ideas floating around in my head right now. I’m jotting down ideas for the next adventure of Hannah and Bette. I’m also thinking about a story featuring Mercutio, my favorite character in Romeo and Juliet. In Shakespeare’s play, he dies at the beginning of Act 3. In my version, he is only slightly wounded, fakes his death, and goes back to Florence, where he gets into more mischief, gets involved in a civil war, and wreaks havoc among the young women of the city. I’m also toying with my version of a modern picaresque novel like On the Road, about two young wannabe hippies hitchhiking from New York to San Francisco in 1969, the year of Woodstock, Altamont, and the first lunar landing.

Book Details:

Genre: Mystromedy (a mystery comedy)
Published by: MYSTROMEDY BOOKS
Publication Date: June 22, 2024
Number of Pages: 416
ISBN: 979-8990761513
Book Links: Amazon | KindleUnlimited | Goodreads | BookBub

Read an excerpt:

Hannah Johansson stood at the lectern in front of 300 people staring at her, waiting for her to say something heartfelt and meaningful. She looked around the room. A room that was unfamiliar to her even though she’d been in it thousands of times. But that was when it was the multipurpose room at the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge. She played in the large barn-like structure as a child with her dolls and toys and electric trains. She practiced her jumpshot here when her father put up a hoop after she made her junior high team. And when she was a little older, it was where she came when she needed to be alone with her thoughts and her guitar.

But the room that Hannah knew was gone. It was now the Axel Johansson Memorial Auditorium, renamed to honor her father’s memory.

Every seat was filled. The first two rows were reserved for relatives and VIPs. Hannah’s aunt Gilda and cousins Catherine and Phillip were sitting in the middle of the front row, flanked by officials from the Mayor’s Office, the New York City Parks Department, the National Parks Service and local assemblymen and state senators. The second row held representatives from a half-dozen environmental organizations including the Sierra Club, the National Audubon Society and the World Wildlife Fund.

The rest of the packed hall was crammed with children from neighborhood schools, birdwatching enthusiasts from all over the city and beyond, and men and women of all ages and ethnicities who loved the beauty and tranquility of the Refuge and wanted to show their appreciation and gratitude for the man who created and nurtured it.

Michael Leigh, the president of the east coast chapter of the National Environmental Conservancy and the organizer of the event, had just finished the last of a dozen tributes to her father, the man who transformed a rat infested, garbage strewn swamp into one of New York City’s environmental treasures.

Before Leigh left the stage he said, “Our final speaker, Superintendent Johansson’s daughter Hannah, would like to say a few words.”

On one side of the podium an easel held a portrait of her father in his khaki superintendent’s uniform, surrounded by a snowy egret, a great blue heron and a glossy ibis, painted by the celebrated wildlife artist Arthur Singer. On the other side was a wrought iron plant stand, but in place of a plant it held a hand-enameled aluminum urn containing her father’s ashes.

Tiny pearls of sweat formed on Hannah’s forehead. She gripped the lectern for support.

“Thank you all for coming,” she said, fighting to maintain composure. “I know my father meant a lot to you. He meant everything to me. He was my hero. My mentor. My best friend. I loved him more than I could ever possibly say.”

Her face contorted. Her eyes welled up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I killed him,” she wailed.

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Excerpt from Hard Headed Woman by Howard Gimple. Copyright 2024 by Howard Gimple. Reproduced with permission from Howard Gimple. All rights reserved.

 

 

Author Bio:

Howard Gimple

Howard Gimple was a writer at Newsday, the editor of a newsletter for the New York Giants football team, and a copywriter and creative director for several New York ad agencies. He has written English dialogue for the American releases of Japanese anime cartoons, reviewed books for the Long Island History Journal, and written movie scripts for a pay-per-view television network.

Howard was Chief Creative Officer at TajMania Entertainment, a film and TV production company dedicated to creating socially conscious programming. He wrote the award-winning documentary, ‘The Garbageman,’ about a waste management executive who helped save the lives of more than 50,000 children with congenital heart disease. He was a writer and sports editor for the Stony Brook University alumni magazine. He also taught two seminars at the university, ‘Rock & Relevance,’ about the political influence of 60’s rock & roll and ‘Filthy Shakespeare, ‘ exploring the dramatic use of sexual puns and innuendos in the Bard’s plays and poems.

He grew up in Brooklyn, lived in Manhattan and Long Island, and now lives in Glendora, California, with his wife and goldendoodle.

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LISA BRUNETTE ~ Author Of The Month (Guest Post, Showcase & Giveaway Extravaganza)

Lisa Brunette

GUEST POST

What I’m Working on Next

I’m a ten-year veteran game writer, and right now I’m working on two unannounced projects for Daily Magic Games and Magic Tavern/Dreamics, and I’m in talks with G5 Entertainment about a third. So these projects will keep me busy for awhile, but on the side I’m working on a standalone novel, and I’m really excited about it.

The novel is based on an actual news report for an alleged murder committed in a town close to the one where I now live. A woman called 911 to report that she shot her husband in self-defense. At first, it looked like the evidence supported her claim, since both spouses’ guns were out. But then things began to look fishy. The husband was shot in the back, and someone cleaned the crime scene. I’m riveted by this. How does a woman with no priors or history of mental illness get to this point? That’s the question I’m attempting to answer in the novel.

Here’s the opening scene:

She pulled the bullet out of wall with Ron’s tweezers. They were big enough to reach in and grasp it. When she let the bullet drop into a pie tin she pulled from the pantry, it looked like a gold nugget. Dust billowed up when it hit the tin. Anna couldn’t remember the last time she’d baked a pie.

Good thing the spackling hadn’t dried out. She dug a finger in, scooping past the hardened surface, to the gooey mix underneath. She filled the hole, patting it with her finger like a kiss, the way Ron showed her once. That must have been when they remodeled the bathroom themselves. The upstairs bathroom, the one the two of them used, not the frilly pink one downstairs that the girls once adored and then came to make fun of when they were older.

She got the idea for the upstairs remodel from a magazine she bought at the convenience mart. Her coworker Kim would have stolen it, walked out with it under her jacket, which she did all the time, but not Anna, who’d been raised better than that.

Ron was getting blood all over the floor, making a mess. Anna could smell it, metallic and brassy hitting the back of her throat. Maybe that’s how the bullet would taste. But Anna didn’t have time for that. She’d have to let the spackling set while she cleaned Ron up, too. Luckily, the rug in the living room would work. She’d never liked it anyway.

I’m in the very early stages at this point on this new work, so I don’t yet have a publication date. Since indie-publishing the Dreamslippers Series over the last two years, I’ve had interest in my work from both Hollywood producers and literary agents. So rather than set a date on this new manuscript, I’ll be exploring traditional options. But first I have to finish it!

Readers can check back on my blog at www.lisa-brunette.com for excerpts and news on the book’s progress in the future.

By the way, I’ve used independent editors and a whole crew of BETA readers in the past, but this time, I’m a member of two different writing groups, both comprised of professional writers who take the craft seriously. One is entirely online; we share twenty pages each per month and send comments by email. The other is as small, with four or five of us again, but we meet in each other’s homes once per week, sharing five to seven pages at a time.

I’m looking forward to pushing my skills further with their help.

Author Bio:

Lisa was born in Santa Rosa, California, but that was only home for a year. A so-called “military brat,” she lived in nine different houses and attended nine different schools by the time she was 14. Through all of the moves, her one constant was books. She read everything, from the entire Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden mystery series to her mother’s books by Daphne DuMaurier and Taylor Caldwell.

A widely published author, game writer, and journalist, Lisa has interviewed homeless women, the designer of the Batmobile, and a sex expert, to name just a few colorful characters. This experience, not to mention her own large, quirky family, led her to create some truly memorable characters in her Dreamslippers Series and other works, whether books or games.

Always a vivid dreamer, not to mention a wannabe psychic, Lisa feels perfectly at home slipping into suspects’ dreams, at least in her imagination. Her husband isn’t so sure she can’t pick up his dreams in real life, though.

With a hefty list of awards and publications to her name, Lisa now lives in a small town in Washington State, but who knows how long that will last…

Lisa publishes a bimonthly newsletter. Sign up and receive a free book!

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Check out my Review of CAT IN THE FLOCK here.

THE DREAMSLIPPERS SERIES

Click on titles below for synopsis via GR:
CAT IN THE FLOCK (Dreamslippers #1) Check out my review here.
FRAMED AND BURNING (Dreamslippers #2)
BOUND TO THE TRUTH(Dreamslippers #3)

Praise:

“A fascinating tale of mystery, romance, and what one woman’s dreams are made of. Brunette will keep you awake far into the night.” — Mary Daheim, bestselling author of the Bed-and-Breakfast and Emma Lord/Alpine mysteries

“Already hooked, this reader intends further sojourns in Cat’s dreamslipping world. Highly recommended.” — Frances Carden, Readers Lane

“Gripping, sexy and profound, CAT IN THE FLOCK is an excellent first novel. Lisa Brunette is an author to enjoy now and watch for the future.” — Jon Talton, author of the David Mapstone Mysteries, the Cincinnati Casebooks and the thriller Deadline Man

“A little Sue Grafton and a dose of Janet Evanovich… is just the right recipe for a promising new series.” — Rev. Eric O’del

“The launch of an intriguing female detective series… A mystery with an unusual twist and quirky settings; an enjoyable surprise for fans of the genre.” — Kirkus Reviews

AUTHOR OF THE MONTH ~ GIVEAWAY EXTRAVAGANZA


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Prologue

Sherrie marched into her daughter’s bedroom and dragged a child-sized roller bag suitcase out of the closet. The girl stood in the middle of the room, still in her pajamas. Milk from breakfast had dried around the edges of her lips.

“Ruthie,” the mother said. “I need you to get dressed. We’re going to take a…trip.” Sherrie tried to make her voice sound cheery, but the desperation she felt came through in her tone.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?”

Sherrie set the suitcase on the bed. The bubble- gum pink had once seemed innocent but now looked fleshy and indecent. She glanced at the clock over the bed. He’d been golfing for a good fifteen minutes by now, long enough for her to make sure he didn’t come back for a favorite club or the right gloves. She wanted to be on that morning flight by the time he got home and discovered them gone.

She flung open the chest of drawers and grabbed all of the girl’s socks and underwear, a pair of corduroy pants, black cotton tights, a sweater the color of a Midwestern sky. Nothing pink. Only warm things. Seattle in her memory was cold and wet. It was a grey city; grey clouds over grey buildings. Even the water was grey.

One doll would fit. Made of cloth, it could be folded in on itself and slid down the backside of the suitcase.

“Can I bring the ballerina skirt?”

Any other day, she would have corrected her daughter, who needed to learn the precise names of things. Tutu. There it was in the closet, hanging because it took up too much room in the drawer. She yanked it free, sending the hanger to the floor. Ordinarily, she would pick that up; her house was so clean it hurt her eyes with its spareness—as if theirs were a showroom house, not lived in. She left the hanger there, aware of the thrill this fraction of disobedience gave her. She shoved everything into the little pink case, but with the fluffy tulle taking up so much space, the zipper would not close. The choice was clear. The doll would be a comfort to Ruthie in Seattle, but the tutu would not.

“We’ll come back for this later,” she said, tossing the tutu onto the bed. The zipper closed, the sound of it satisfying.

“No, Mommy!” Ruthie stomped her foot. “I want it now!”

“Then you’re going to have to wear it. Now get dressed while I pack my clothes.” But she felt a pang of guilt for her reprimanding tone, and for having to leave the tutu. Bending down, she used her thumb to wipe some of the milk crust from her daughter’s face. “I’ll let you wear anything you want on this trip, okay, sweetheart? And clean your face with the cloth in the bathroom, like Mommy showed you.”

The girl nodded, as if sensing this was not the time for a tantrum.

Sherrie’s own packing, she did with even less consideration. Under things, shirts. A fleece hoodie. Warm socks. She remembered she needed layers in Seattle. Sometimes it could seem warm even though it rained and the sun had not come out for weeks. Her keepsakes in their tiny, locked chest would not fit. They were the only things she had to remind herself of her life before this, but she would have to leave them behind.

Sherrie kept watch on the clock and glanced out the window twice to make sure his car wasn’t out front even though she knew he wouldn’t be home for another hour. The sun had risen blood-red over the cornfields in the distance, lighting them as if on fire. She’d miss that. And she thought of thunderstorms, which seemed never to occur in Seattle. She’d miss those, too.

Ruthie appeared in the doorway. Her face was clean, but none of her clothes matched. She was wearing pink high-tops that seemed wrong for the city they were going to, the situation, and everything else, but she had apparently decided not to wear the tutu.

“Time to leave.” She took the girl’s hand, promising to herself she’d never let go.

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New Feature ~ Coming Soon

Starting in March, I will be instituting a new feature: Author Of The Month!

It will consist of 5 postings and a giveaway for one author so that you can meet and learn more about that particular author.

We have been extremely busy at Partners In Crime Tours and I wanted to showcase some of these very talented authors.

The postings will be each month on the 1st, 8th, 15th, 22nd and 29th. Each post will be different.

I hope you check this out and that you enjoy it. Feedback is always welcomed.