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Monday, July 1, 2024

Blog Tour- CABARET MACABRE by @TomMeadAuthor With An Excerpt & A #Giveaway! @MysteriousPress

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the CABARET MACABRE by Tom Mead Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: CABARET MACABRE: A Locked-Room Mystery (Joseph Spector Series)

Author: Tom Mead

Pub. Date: July 16, 2024

Publisher: Mysterious Press

Formats: Hardcover, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 320

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/CABARET-MACABRE 

This latest puzzle mystery from the author of Death and the Conjuror and The Murder Wheel takes stage magician sleuth Joseph Spector to a grand estate in the English countryside.

Victor Silvius has spent nine years as an inmate at The Grange, a private sanatorium, for the crime of attacking judge Sir Giles Drury. Now, the judge’s wife, Lady Elspeth Drury, believes that Silvius is the one responsible for a series of threatening letters her husband has recently received. Eager to avoid the scandal that involving the local police would entail, Lady Elspeth seeks out retired stage magician Joseph Spector, whose discreet involvement in a case Sir Giles recently presided over greatly impressed her.

Meanwhile, Miss Caroline Silvius is disturbed after a recent visit to her brother Victor, convinced that he isn’t safe at The Grange. Someone is trying to kill him and she suspects the judge, who has already made Silvius’ life a living hell, may be behind it. Caroline hires Inspector George Flint of Scotland Yard to investigate.

The two cases collide at Marchbanks, the Drury family seat of over four hundred years, where a series of unnerving events interrupt the peace and quiet of the snowy countryside. A body is discovered in the middle of a frozen pond without any means of getting there and a rifle is fired through a closed window, killing a man but not breaking the glass. Only Spector and his mastery of the art of misdirection can uncover the logical explanations for these impossible crimes.

An atmospheric and puzzling traditional mystery that pays homage to the greatest writers of the genre’s Golden Age, Cabaret Macabre is the third book in Tom Mead’s Joseph Spector series, hailed by the Wall Street Journal as “a recipe for pure nostalgic pleasure.” The books can be enjoyed in any order.

 

Reviews:

"Ingenious . . . Mead hides all the clues in plain sight, constructing a fair-play puzzle that will delight and challenge readers who love pitting their own wits against the author’s. It’s another crackerjack entry in an exceptional series."― Publishers Weekly STARRED REVIEW

"Mind-bogglingly complex . . . A lovely valentine to Mead’s idol, John Dickson Carr, and even more to Clayton Rawson’s tales of The Great Merlini."― Kirkus

 

Excerpt:

Bit by bit, Joseph Spector’s world was shrinking. He was an old man now; his friends were dying off one by one; his legs and back ached. A new decade―the 1940s―was scarcely a year away, but to Spector this felt less like a new beginning than an eked-out ending.

However, time had left two of Spector’s attributes mercifully unharmed. The first was his mind, which was as quick and devilishly brilliant as ever. The second was his hands, which had lost none of their spindly dexterity. In the distant past he had been a music hall conjuror, and he still dressed like one in a suit of black velvet, with a cloak lined in red silk. He brought a touch of old-world flamboyance into the murky 20th century; he walked with a silver-tipped cane and dabbled in the occult. He was out of step with his era, and yet he was an indelible product of it; an embodiment of the baroque, the Grand Guignol.

Spector was on his way back from a meeting of the London Occult Practice Collective when he first realised someone was following him. The meeting had been out in Greenwich. It was a pleasant trip with good food, good conversation, and one or two amusing tricks into the bargain. Spector waited for the train back into the City feeling fat and happy. But as he perched on one of the metal benches which lined the platform, he felt eyes on him.

It was mid-afternoon, and already dusk was closing in. The platform's overhead lamps flickered to life and clutches of travellers chatted, smoked and stamped their feet to stave off the chill. Spector sat motionless with his bare fingers twined around the handle of his cane.

Once he realised he was under scrutiny, he waited a moment or two to make sure it was not simply his imagination, or a trick of the gathering dark. But it wasn't. Somewhere among the little clusters of waiting travellers, somebody was watching him. Very slowly, Spector turned, and with a sweeping glance took in the entire vista of the platform. There were a few lone commuters, but only one viable suspect: a tall man whose head was now hidden behind a three-day-old Herald. Spector studied the man’s lower half, which was all that could be seen of him. Smart, tailored trousers and impeccable patent leather shoes; a poor choice for this weather. Whoever the man was, he was certainly no professional.

Soon enough, the train arrived in a shriek of steam, and Spector smiled to himself as he boarded.

He disembarked at Paddington and took a gentle amble through the crowds. He was in no rush to get back to Putney. And once again, the eyes were on him. The man followed him along the central concourse, past the various concession stands, as he threaded his way through the bustle and toward the stone steps down into the Underground. Before he began his descent, Spector cast a quick glance in the man's direction, just to check that he had not lost him.

He hadn’t. There the fellow was, loitering in the shadow of a nearby pillar beneath the clock. Spector headed down the steps, and the man followed.

His pursuer maintained a careful distance on the Tube, but even though he frequently employed his out-of-date newspaper, Spector got a good look at the man's face. He was younger than Spector had first thought, which went a considerable way toward explaining these idiotic "Boy's Own" antics. He had a merciless Gwynplainian grin, but there was a vacancy in his eyes that told of both ignorance and arrogance. He was convinced that he had the upper hand.

Stepping off the train at Putney, Spector ascended the steps to street level and wondered briefly how best to go about dealing with this fellow. There were two places in which he was truly comfortable: the first was his home in Jubilee Court, a weird ramshackle dwelling crammed with decades’ worth of macabre bric-a-brac. The second was the nearby public house, The Black Pig; an ill-lit, low-ceilinged Elizabethan tavern. To step through its door was to step back in time. Spector was as much of a fixture there as the brass beer taps; it would not be the same without the grey fug of his cigarillo smoke choking the atmosphere, or his skeletal, cheerily funereal figure seated by the fire in the snug. From time to time he gave impromptu displays of legerdemain: cardistry or coin manipulation to bamboozle the regulars.

The Black Pig glowed warmly at the other end of the street, its painted sign swinging in the icy breeze. The young man halted. The magician had pulled off some kind of vanishing act―the street was empty. The young man continued at a slower pace, his brow creasing. He tilted his trilby back, as though he might find Joseph Spector hiding behind the brim.

"What in the hell―" he said, before his words were cut off by a sudden, sweeping motion at his feet. The silver-tipped cane clipped his ankles and sent him sprawling, his hat scudding off into the darkness.

The young man rolled onto his back with a groan, and Joseph Spector towered over him. The old conjuror smiled. "I don't believe we've met."

 

 

About Tom Mead:

Tom Mead is a Derbyshire mystery writer and aficionado of Golden Age crime fiction. His debut novel, Death and the Conjuror, was an international bestseller, nominated for several awards, and named one of the best mysteries of the year by The Guardian and Publishers Weekly. Its sequel, The Murder Wheel, was described as “pure nostalgic pleasure” by the Wall Street Journal and “a delight” by the Daily Mail. It was also named one of the Best Traditional Mysteries of 2023 by CrimeReads. His third novel, Cabaret Macabre, will be published in 2024.

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Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a finished copy of CABARET MACABRE, US Only.

Ends August 6th, midnight EST.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

7/1/2024

Two Chicks on Books

Interview/IG Post

7/2/2024

Lady Hawkeye

Excerpt/IG Post

7/3/2024

Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

7/4/2024

Daily Waffle

Excerpt

7/5/2024

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt

7/6/2024

@darkfantasyreviews

Excerpt

Week Two:

7/7/2024

@dreaminginpages

IG Review

7/8/2024

Brandi Danielle Davis

IG Review/TikTok Post

7/9/2024

Books and Zebras

IG Review

7/10/2024

@evergirl200

IG Review

7/11/2024

GryffindorBookishnerd

IG Review

7/12/2024

@katemageau

Review/IG Post

7/13/2024

Bookborne Hunter

Review/IG Post

Week Three:

7/14/2024

Lifestyle of Me

Review

7/15/2024

Fire and Ice

Review/IG Post

7/16/2024

@jaimes_mystical_library

IG Post

7/17/2024

Edith's Little Free Library

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic/TikTok Post

7/18/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

7/19/2024

Kim's Book Reviews and Writing Aha's

Review/IG Post

7/20/2024

The Momma Spot

Review/IG Post

Week Four:

7/21/2024

@lara.maynard

IG Review

7/22/2024

Dana Loves Books

Review/IG Post

7/23/2024

heyashleyyreads

IG Review/TikTok Post

7/24/2024

Deal sharing aunt

Review/IG Post

7/25/2024

One More Exclamation

Review/IG Post

7/26/2024

@amysbookshelf82

IG Review

7/27/2024

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic/TikTok Post

Week Five:

7/28/2024

@nolareads504

IG Post

7/29/2024

two points of interest

Review

7/30/2024

More Books Please blog

Review/IG Post

7/31/2024

FUONLYKNEW

Review


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