Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Vigilare by Brooklyn James: Character Interview & Excerpt

This book is the first in a Thriller trilogy with a Paranormal flair:

Detectives Gina DeLuca and Tony Gronkowski investigate a string of murders among Vanguard's most loathsome population, rapists and pedophiles. With fed up citizens, the city is on the verge of a vigilante uprising in support of their seemingly superhuman Vigilare with the sparkling emerald green eyes. Friend or foe, Vanguard Police Department has a job to do in bringing the vigilant one to justice, causing their own internal battle with right and wrong, immoral and just. Following their leads, Detectives DeLuca and Gronkowski find themselves pulled into a mysterious world of super blood and super powers, and closer to the Vigilare than ever expected.

It's a race to the finish between Detectives DeLuca and Gronkowski and the Vigilare to figure out who she is and why. The first series in a Trilogy. Vigilare--the one who watches over--comes to light. Where one system fails, another never gives up.

"Vigilare walks the line between a thriller and a supernatural adventure while safely anchored in a scientific discourse around blood that James put together so well that it's reminiscent of a Douglas Preston or Michael Crichton novel. With action, romance, a strong female hero and a likeable group of characters, Vigilare reads like a good action movie." -Gabino Iglesias, Austin Post
"CSI meets Batman. Gotham has Batman. Vanguard has Vigilare!" - Amazon Review


Vanguard Police Department, early afternoon.

Chief Robert Burns, a burly middle-aged man with a full head of thick, wavy, salt and pepper hair sits sorting through paperwork at his desk. Quite uncomfortable in his heavily starched uniform shirt his wife insists he wears, he has removed his tie, and released the top button after several near death experiences from contact of the tight fabric against his Adam’s Apple.
He holds the call key down on his phone, “Bonnie, did you leave those files on my desk this morning? I can’t find the damn things.”
“Sure did, Chief. Right-hand side, in front of your computer,” Bonnie’s pleasing and patient tone comes through the speaker.
Frustrated, he continues shuffling through the files haphazardly. A knock sounds from the glass pane separating his office from the main corridor. Detectives DeLuca and Gronkowski poke their heads inside the door.
He motions them in. “Bonnie…” he begins.
“Be right there, Chief,” she interrupts.
He hangs up the phone. “Well, if it isn’t my little regulators. You two mind telling me what the hell happened out there yesterday?”
“It was my fault, sir,” Gina and Tony speak in unison.
Bonnie enters the office. She is a page right out of Mad Men, redheaded and buxom, wearing a professional, yet formfitting blouse with a pencil skirt, fully in charge of her magnetic prowess. Tony, and Gina, cannot help but follow her with their eyes as she enters the room. Gina looks down at her bland navy blue uniform top, feeling uncharacteristically inferior at the moment. Without missing a beat, she reaches over and lightly taps Tony’s chin, firmly reconnecting the admirable gape to his jaw. The only person unaffected by her presence is Chief Burns, completely oblivious and happily married for the past twenty-five years.
Bonnie rifles through the files on his desk. “If it were a snake, it would have bit you.” She smiles, pulling the file from the exact place she told him it resided. She sets a brown paper bag in front of him. “Mrs. Burns left this for you. She’s so sweet.”
“Thanks Bonnie.”
Bonnie nods her head, a gentle bow of duty. “Anything else, Chief ?”
“That’ll do it.”
“Detectives,” she politely recognizes them upon her exit.
“Bonnie,” Tony and Gina mumble, swiveling their necks in her direction like two awestruck teenagers. Gina subconsciously touches her hand to her hair, slicked back in a ponytail, as she watches Bonnie’s glorious wavy auburn crown bounce and flow with each step, reminiscent of a supermodel on the catwalk.
“Uh-hum,” Chief Burns clears his throat, causing their necks to jerk back to him in attention. “Yesterday…what happened?”
“I should’ve posted for backup until Detective DeLuca gave me her position,” Tony says.
Chief Burns clumsily removes a hoagie from the brown paper bag. “It’s been a while since I went through the academy, but if I remember correctly, alpha team—Detective DeLuca—should’ve waited for backup before entering the building.”
“She had it under control, until I showed up busting through the front door,” Tony defends.
“I should’ve waited,” Gina speaks up.
Part of the filling from the hoagie Chief Burns is desperately trying to direct to his mouth falls from the bun, dribbling down his shirt. “Dammit!”
Gronkowski and DeLuca bite the insides of their lips, attempting not to smile or laugh.
Chief wipes at the hoagie filling with a piece of paper from his desk. Gina leans forward pulling a napkin from the brown paper bag, handing it to him. He swipes it out of her hand agitatedly. “Thanks. You two are two of the best I’ve got. I can’t have you out in the street, tearing up the neighborhood. It’s bad press. I’ve got citizens complaining you ran through their backyards, tearing down their clotheslines. The flower shop on West Avenue, delivered a bill
this morning for five hundred sixty-two-dollars and twenty-nine cents! And don’t think I didn’t notice the ding on the brand new squad car, DeLuca.” He slaps his hand down on his desk, then runs it through his hair frustratingly.
“The guy ran, Chief,” Gina says.
“We got our man. Isn’t that what counts?” Tony backs her.
“Maybe driving on the sidewalk was a little excessive,” she admits.
“A little excessive? First day out and you scratch the shit out of it!” Chief Burns stands from his desk, pacing. “I asked myself, I said, ‘Chief, what do you do with two detectives who do good work, but work against each other half the time?’”
“Aw, no, Chief,” Gina retorts.
“You got it, DeLuca. Hit the hammer on the head. Meet your new partner,” Chief announces, his fists pridefully resting on his hips.
Gina and Tony share a puzzled glance, both mouthing, Hit the hammer on the head?
“I’m starting to warm up to Marks. Come on, Chief. Gronkowski’s been teamed up with Torres for a while now, too. We can’t work together.” She gestures largely from herself to Tony and back again for effect. “Hell, you see what happens when we end up on scene together, in two separate patrol cars. You can’t seriously be thinking about teaming us up.”
“No, DeLuca, I’m not thinking about anything. It’s done. And here’s your first assignment.” He slaps a folder down on the desk in front of them.
“Gina. It’s done.”
Tony smiles at her, a beguiling grin. “Come on, DeLuca. Might be fun. At least we won’t be fighting over who’s first in.” She smirks back at him, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest.
“We have a little problem, boys and girls.” Chief Burns opens up the file, shifting through rap sheets that match morgue pictures. “Seems we’ve got a vigilante of sorts, who’s primary targets are rapists and child molesters.”
“What’s the problem?” Gronkowski asks, in a calloused tone.
Chief exchanges an understanding, yet authoritative glance with Tony. “Thomas Boyd, Victor Peebles, Roberto Moreno, Darius Williams…and the list goes on. All of ’em convicted rapists or child molesters. Rap sheets longer than my arm. They just found another one this morning. A lake outside of town. Drowned.”
“People die all the time from accidental drowning,” Gina says.
“Now listen, you two. That’s enough with the comments. We took an oath to serve and protect…everyone.” Chief runs his thumbs around the inside of the waist of his pants, giving them a gentle tug, his neck and jaw twitching momentarily as if the admission pained him.
Tony and Gina watch him uncomfortably.
“What we do know, whoever this vigilante is, he’s no amateur. Patterns have been established. Every murder takes place on the home ground, if you will, of the perpetrator. Maybe a setup. For instance, this guy here.” Chief Burns points to a photo. “Elroy Dawson. Released three-months ago after serving time for child molestation. Hung around the playground of Reagan Elementary. Friggin’ Easter Bunny baited kids with candy. Found dead, lying under the Monkey Bars at Reagan Elementary last week, bound and gagged with a mouth full of candy laced with enough Mercury to kill a moose.”
Tony chuckles. “Gotta give him some props for creativity.” He clears his throat, removing the smile from his face after receiving a disgruntled look from Chief Burns. “Just saying.”
“Him?” Gina asks. “Do we know it’s a he?”
“The only thing we’ve got from forensics is a few traces of blood, which are defective in their DNA. Some kind of fake, made-up blood type. It’s not natural,” Chief Burns replies.
“Covering his tracks?” Tony implies. “What is he some kind of scientist, medical professional? Who else knows enough about blood to fool forensics?”
“Any leads? Family members? Witnesses? Who and where do we start?” Gina’s wheels start turning, aloud.
Chief Burns turns to the back of the file, and points to a business card. “Dr. Ryan, the department Psychologist. She’s had every one of these men in her office at some point. Has all their records. Knows their patterns. It’s a part of the State’s mandatory rehabilitation protocol. They all have to participate once they’re on probation. She’s the only link in the string right now.”
Gina and Tony share another puzzled glance at his second illspoken idiom. Chief takes a bite from his hoagie, successfully keeping its contents within the bun this time. However, that doesn’t stop a smear of mayonnaise from residing at the corner of his mouth. Tony wipes at the corner of his own mouth, thinking maybe Chief will pick up on his subtle gesture. He does not. Gina picks up a napkin and timidly reaches across the desk.
“Missed a spot, Chief.” She smiles coyly.
Chief swipes at his mouth with the cuff of his shirt, foregoing the napkin. “Alright then. Get to it.”
Gina picks up the file and turns swiftly to exit the room.
“I need a report on my desk by week’s end,” Chief says, tapping his desk with his knuckles.
“I’ll have my secretary get right on that. Huh, DeLuca?” Tony pipes up, grinning.
She slaps the file against his chest as she walks by him, maintaining its possession. “I’ll have him in a dress and heels by the end of the week, Chief. So he looks real pretty when he delivers that report.” The sound of her shoes echo down the hall.
Chief laughs heartily. “Gronkowski, you’ve got your work cut out for you, in more ways than one.”
“Don’t I know,” he says, shaking his head as he walks from the room. Stopping at the outer edge of Chief ’s office, he peeks his head back inside the doorway. “Uh, Chief. For future reference…it’s ‘hit the nail on the head,’ and ‘link in the chain.’”
“I know. That’s what I said.” Chief wads up a piece of paper and wings it at him. Tony catches the paper ball with swift reflexes. “Get on it, Gronkowski.”


Welcome!  Im excited to get this rare opportunity to find out more about you.  Youre Vigilare the star of Brooklyn James book by the same name. Tell us about your family. 

       That's a bit foggy. I get snapshots, visions, occasionally, but I'm not sure if they are mine.  

What was the scariest moment of your life?

       I live the scariest moment of my life every time I transform into        the Vigilare. I do not choose my position; it chooses me, a divine assignment.  

What are your favorite TV shows? 

Vigilare doesn't watch TV. If I did, I would probably like Criminal Minds, CSI, Law & Order.  

What is your favorite meal?

Pizza Margherita. 

Do you play any sports? 

       Is physical combat considered a sport? I'm well versed in martial arts. 

What are you passionate about these days?

       Justice. Avenging. Protecting victims.  

What do you do to unwind and relax?

       I sit above the bell tower, watching...waiting, until I'm called.

If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?

The boy and his family...from my visions. 

What would you consider to be the best book you have ever read?   

If I do, in fact, read, I would say Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. It's dark and anguished. I can relate.

Who should play you in a film? 

Most definitely, Angelina Jolie. 

Morning Person? Or Night Person? How do you know?

Night person. That seems to be the time I am called to action. That makes sense, as most dastardly deeds are reserved for the night. 

What would we find under your bed? 

Maybe my blacked-out garb and a mask.

If I came to visit early in the morning would you impress me as being more like a chirpy bird or a grumpy bear?

       Definitely a grumpy bear. For your sake, I hope you never come to visit me in the morning. Only evil knocks at my door. 

What one word best describes you?

Do your friends think you are an introvert or an extravert? Why?

I don't have friends. Although some citizens of Vanguard look to me as a hero. I am no hero, I assure you.

Do you have any special routines or rituals? 

       I serve retribution style, every time I am called.  

What is something people would be surprised to know about you?     

       I believe my true identity would surprise most.  

 Do you have a favorite quote, quip, or saying? What is it?

       An eye for an eye.  

       Is there a piece of advice that you have received that has really stuck with you? If so, what was it? 

        Do unto others as you would have done unto you. Otherwise, I'll happily   put you in check.

Thank you, Laurie, for hosting me and allowing me to meet your readers. Good day and good vibes to all!

Brooklyn James is an author/singer/songwriter inspired by life in the Live Music Capital of Austin, Texas. Her first novel, The Boots My Mother Gave Me, has an original music soundtrack and was chosen as a Quarter Finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards. Brooklyn holds an M.A. in Communication, and a B.S. in both Nursing and Animal Science. The Vigilare trilogy is an adaptation from a short narrative film. She is currently working on the last novel in the series, as well as another book and music soundtrack combination. All songs from the soundtracks are written/co-written and performed by the author. Listen free at or
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Irene Menge/Goldenmane said...

I loved the interview and I'm eager to read this book. I'm sure I'll enjoy it. Thank you for the giveaway.

Karen Arrowood said...

I think this looks like a really interesting book! Thanks so much for letting usknow about it, and for the opportunity to win it.

ChrissieB said...

Sounds like a great book Thank you!

Paula Myers said...

Sounds like a really good book!