Name: Richard C Hale

Age: 52

Where are you from: Orange Park, Florida

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc:

I have a wife, four girls and two grandchildren who are the loves of my life. I recently retired from the FAA after 25 years as an Air Traffic Controller to now write full time. I’m loving it!



Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

I have a new Jaxon Jennings Thriller out, the fourth in the series, entitled “Sins of the Daughters.” Jaxon, who is as cantankerous as ever returns pursuing a man from his past he thought he had put away.


Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I wrote a few short pieces in my mid twenties, but put it down for the air traffic career. In my late forties, a friend of mine published his first book and with a little inspiration on his part, I decided to write my own. “Near Death” was born and I haven’t looked back since. That was 2010.


Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

After I finished that first novel, “Near Death” I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but as soon as I started, something bloomed inside of my head and it took off. The book almost wrote itself.


Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

It’s funny, my mind works a little differently than you would expect. I don’t down and ‘think’ up a plot, it usually comes to me over a period of time from different directions. For “Near Death,” I had been surfing the web and ran across a website that collected real near death experiences from folks who had lived through them. It was fascinating. Then, a few days later I was watching the discovery channel about computers and mind reading technology and the two clicked. “Near Death” was born.


Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

I’m what that call a “pantser” or discovery author. I don’t outline the book out beforehand, but start with a plot idea and let my imagination ‘tell’ me the story as I write it. To me, it’s the closest thing to magic that I know. It still amazes me what my imagination will show me, the characters and their story revealing themselves to me as I write. It’s pretty cool.


Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

“Sins of the Daughters” just popped into my head while writing the book and stuck. It fits the plot very well and I think it rolls off the tongue nicely.


Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

That people can change.


Fiona: How much of the book is realistic and are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Some of the settings that are in Orange Park, Jacksonville, Hilliard, and Middleburg, Florida are real, but the characters are complete fiction as is the story. Now, in some of my other books, I have used experiences that have been fictionalized. A good example is “Frozen Past.”


Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

I would have to say Stephen King’s “It” and “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption.” I love his writing style and his talent and making you care for his characters. He’s awesome and I’m a huge fan.



Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest and who  is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I’ve enjoyed Russell Blank, Ernest Dempsey, Chuck Barrett, Mark Dawson, Toby Neal, and Mel Comley. My favorite author is Stephen King, though I also thoroughly enjoy Lee Child, James Patterson, James Rollins, and Karin Slaughter. I love the thriller and that is why I write them.


Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

A good friend of mine and the writer who encouraged me to write, Chuck Barrett.


Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. It’s my full time job right now and it consumes all my attention.



Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Not at all. I love the story and  I hope others will as well.


Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

In high school, I hated it. Only because I was forced to write about subjects I had no connection with or interest in. In college, my first creative writing professor told us to return the grammar books we bought, that the only thing we were going to do all semester was make stuff up. He encouraged us to write about whatever we wanted and for a light came on and I found I had a knack for it.



Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Sure, here is the first chapter:

Sins of the Daughters

Chapter 1

Twenty Years Earlier

Reston, Virginia

Thomas Mathis’s last words to his wife began with a plea.

He wanted the new blue BMW in the dealer’s window, and she wanted the boat. As he sat in his office on the corner of Southgate and USG Drive, he could still see her face as his words fell on deaf ears.

“You promised,” she said. “When you got the promotion, you told me the boat was my gift for all the crap I put up with while my daddy paid your way through school. You promised.”

He had. But when it came down to it, the boat was more of a liability than the prestige of the car. Everyone who worked for the firm at his level drove one. It was a thing, really. You made junior partner, you drove the Beamer. Period.

“Everyone is expecting me to drive it,” he said. He could hear the whine in his voice, and it turned his stomach. There were days when she could bring out the worst in him, and more of those days seemed to be showing up lately. At least he had Ronnie.

He had never imagined himself as someone who would stray. He married Shelly because he loved her. He still did. But Ronnie, his new temporary secretary, had proved to him that a man needed more than what one woman could give.

He wasn’t stupid; he knew Ronnie’s sights were on the permanent position his office had open, and the way to the spot was through the boss’s pants. Or lack thereof. And he was her boss.

He glanced through the glass partition separating his office and her desk and watched her straighten papers. The short skirt she chose for a late night at the office—perfect, her long legs enticing as she bent to open the filing cabinet. She glanced his way and caught him staring at her. She smiled, lingered a little longer than she needed to in her position, and straightened slowly, turning that luscious rear his way as she moved off to file some other useless piece of paper his office pushed daily.

He sighed. Working late had become his habit, and though his job could be completed during normal hours, he had come to relish the evenings spent with those legs wrapped around his waist.

She came to the door, leaned against the jam, one leg crossed in front of the other, and smiled that crooked smile that drove him nuts.

“What next?” she asked.

He raised a hand and beckoned her to him with his finger.

She pointed to herself, playfully, and then sauntered over to the bar and poured a drink for herself and him. He could not see a panty line through her skirt, and he found himself growing aroused imagining her straddling his lap.

She must have read his mind. She walked over, carrying a glass in each hand, moved next to him at his desk, and nudged his chair back. She handed him his drink, looking down on him, and then moved to his lap where she sat facing him. He could feel the heat of her through his pants. She wriggled ever so slightly, grinning as she sipped her drink.

“We’re a little anxious tonight, aren’t we?” she said.

She put the glass down, moved her hands to her thighs and wriggled more, lifting the skirt up to her waist. He had been right. Naked and smooth as the day she was born. She grabbed his hand, pulled it to her mouth and sucked on his index finger. The wet warmth around it was exquisite. She pulled it free and pushed his hand between her legs. She shivered.

“I know what you need,” she said.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as she loosened his tie and shirt, putting her moist lips to the skin of his chest. She worked her way down his belly, releasing the button on his pants and pulling the belt free. He knew what was coming next, and he waited with an anticipation that settled low in his stomach.

Warmth bathed his chest with a dampness that wasn’t unpleasant, but he wondered what the hell she was doing. A strange sound came from her, and he looked up.

Her eyes, wide and terrified, bulged from her face as blood splashed from a gash that ran from ear to ear. He jumped, unsure what the hell was happening, and pushed her off of him. A hand came from behind him, grabbing the hair at his forehead and pulling back.

An instant of disbelief flashed through his head. This wasn’t happening. It must be some kind of thrill ride for her. Then the blade found the soft skin at his throat as a live wire of fire lit across his skin. More of that warmth flowed onto his chest. He tried to cry out, but only wet, gurgling sounds came from his mouth.

A figure emerged from behind him, a face unrecognizable. The figure held up a hand covered in blood, and what looked like a short, curved blade. The hand with that horrible instrument moved closer to him as the light of the world grew dimmer. A pain deep in his left nipple erupted, and he again tried to cry out. Then the world spun, and everything went dark.


Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Grammar. Ha. I really need my editors as they keep me straight. I think that’s probably the case with most authors. We wouldn’t be able to do what we do with out them and I have two very good ones. Jason Whited and Mischa McGehee.


Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

No. But I plan on it in the future. I love history and visiting places that are in the books really help get the setting in my head.


Fiona: Who designed the covers?

My newest designer works with 99 Designs. She is based in Greece. L1graphics. She’s fantastic.


Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Keeping my butt in the seat. Ha. I tried a new technique to attempt to speed up my output: I set a timer for 30 minutes and wrote like a fiend for that time, stopping for nothing. The fingers were flying over the keys. Then when the timer went off, I’d get up and take a fifteen minute break. Rinse, repeat. It worked very well, but I had a lot of cleaning up to do with the manuscript afterwards.


Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Yes, I had one of the characters moonlighting as a Private Eye. As a full time police officer in Clay County, Florida, they would never allow such a thing, so I wrote that part out of the story.



Fiona: If any of your books was made into a film who would you like to play the lead:

I envision Nick Nolte as Jaxon and Chris Pratt as Ray Maningham.


Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Yes, the best thing you can do is to keep writing. In this day and age, the readers are ravenous for new books, especially by the authors they love. It’s not like the old days of traditional publishing, putting one book a year out, nobody wants to wait, so the more product you have to offer, the more satisfied your readers are. And, if you can, I learned the hard way that you’ll find more success if you stick with one series for at least 7-8 books before shifting gears to another series. Just my opinion.



Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I’m reading “Disruption” by Chuck Barrett.




Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

It was Shane, the western. My most memorable first book was the short story anthology by Stephen King, “Night Shift.”



Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

I’m a sucker for laughing babies and bawl like a baby when a beloved animal passes on. Like in “Old Yeller.”



Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?

I’d love to meet Stephen King.



Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?

He lived as best as he could.



Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?

I’m a musician, and RC pilot. I’m also a big Christmas Light guy. I run a huge animated Christmas display at my house.



Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

I’m thoroughly enjoying Game of Thrones, Westworld, and Stranger Things.



Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music:

Steak, blue, classic rock.



Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

Either a songwriter or music producer. I dabble a little in both, but to do them as a job would be awesome.



Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

I’m on Facebook:

Twitter: @Richard_C_Hale

Amazon Authors Page USA