But I feel for this guy. I always want to believe people are innocent. I root for people to be found not guilty. Not to get off. Not to avoid justice. But because I want them to be unequivocally innocent and I want that to be a final judgment in a court of law. I want to believe that people are good.
I have a master’s degree in forensic toxicology. If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically drug testing. Biological analysis to determine what, if any, chemicals are inside the body of victims and perpetrators. And in my last semester we had to take an ethics class to prepare us for expert testimony in the courtroom. The one thing they hammered home in this class is pretty much the only thing that stuck with me. (I’m not a forensic toxicologist, right? I’m a writer. So I didn’t do much in this field to make it stick). But that one thing was this – “It is far more ethical to let the guilty go free than it is to persecute the innocent.”
I still believe that. While it sucks when a criminal gets off, it literally makes me sick to my stomach to think of an innocent person sitting in prison for something they didn’t do.
So I like to believe that everyone is innocent unless there’s a good reason not to.
Sadly, I’m a bad judge of guilt and innocence. Remember Laci Peterson? That pregnant lady who went missing just before Christmas in 2002? I wanted her husband to be innocent so bad. Not because I have some weird fixation with would-be murders. But because I want to believe that no man is capable of killing their pregnant wife and dumping her body in the ocean.
I was genuinely distraught when it became clear he was guilty. Lost my faith in humanity.
So when another high-profile case came on the news not long afterward I decided I wasn’t going to invest my opinion again. I got burned with Laci Peterson’s animal of a husband. I’m out of the guilt or innocence business.
But you know… you hear the news. You hear the evidence. You see the completely fucked up reaction of the media, hell almost the entire nation trying to lynch the people accused before they get to trial. And you form an opinion.
I had an opinion, I just told myself I didn’t. I wasn’t going to invest in these things anymore. I always lose. They are always guilty. So when the details of this case came out and it was found they were innocent—well, I got some of my faith back.
Not everyone is a monster. Sometimes people are set up. It absolutely happens. And for whatever reason, this case was one of them.
So when I started plotting the backstory for Mr. Perfect in February 2016 I decided I wanted it to be about a case like that. Ten years earlier a group of friends are accused of a terrible crime and maybe they did it, maybe they didn’t, but they got off because the witness died.
Now this is not exactly how the real-life case went. And believe me, that one is pretty interesting. But the book isn’t about that case. This isn’t their story. It’s just a story. One that could happen to anyone.
But then I started looking up what happened to these people after the case was over and that’s where the backstory really came to life. That’s when I knew it was what happened after that mattered.
No one gave a fuck about them after. No one cared that their lives were disrupted or that they had to find a way forward. No one cared about what they lost. No one even cared why they were accused in the first place.
This was my story. What did the public outcry do to these people? How did that experience of unjustified persecution change them?
This book is a look at five men, ten years later, and how one lie changed who they were forever. That’s it. It’s not a thinly veiled commentary on anything happening right now in the news and it’s not a statement about how people are treated by society and the media if they find themselves wrapped up in something bigger than themselves.
It’s not about any of that. It’s just about these five fictional guys trying to come to terms with how one night turned into a nightmare.
Mr. Perfect did pretty well. We’re all kind of proud of his reaction. He wanted to make the world a better place. Mr. Romantic? Well, not so much. He’s a cynical asshole with a rape fantasy fetish. Maybe he was this guy before the lie, maybe he wasn’t. Maybe that lie changed him for the better? He will never know because he can’t see his alternate reality where that night never happened.
I try to write unlikable antiheroes. I think I do a pretty good job. But I also try and give you a reason to root for them as they find redemption.
Mr. Romantic isn’t as dark as some of my characters. James Fenici is dark. Merc is dark. Hell, I think Ford is probably darker than Mr. Romantic. So that’s why there’s no trigger warning in my blurb. This isn’t a dark book and if you think it is, you missed the point. All Mr. Romantic wants is an answer. Why? Why was he a target? Why did people lie about him? Why does he have to live with a stigma for the rest of his life over something he never did?
And it turns out, that’s all each of the Misters want. Why?
Well, if you read the whole series you’re gonna see why. Mr. Corporate will have his own demons to deal with. Mr. Mysterious will have you questioning everything. And Mr. Match will get that final answer, no matter what he has to do.
Stick with me, I’ve got a story to tell. And I promise you, it’s something you’ve never read before.
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Julie
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