Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Just in time for the holidays!
BE A NERD GIRL!!!
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Tough chick private Investigator Jane Ronson is up to her old tricks in Sleeping Dogs Don't Lie the concluding book in the Murder in the Dog Park trilogy
Here's a sneak peek excerpt from Chapter 4 -- "The Bitch is Back":
"Bring me a bottle of champagne," Mandy said, her voice slurred and throaty. "We’re celebrating."
“What are we celebrating?” I asked. I still couldn’t bring myself to look at her Bride of Frankenstein face.
“The destruction of ex-husband."
“That’s pretty dramatic,” I snapped. Another waiter appeared. He placed two Champagne flutes on the table then topped them off with the bubbling liquid.
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked. I wondered if a fancy joint like Lucien’s had Bud Lite on tap.
Mandy downed her glass in one swallow. “You did bang up job of ruining my life,” she said, fixing me a Kabuki-like stare. “In the wake of your so-called investigation of the so-called ‘murder in the dog park'...
Mandy paused. I couldn’t avoid looking at her. I squinted doing my best Clint Eastwood imitation.
“As I was saying,” Mandy continued, “after you meddled in our lives Brice divorced me. My alimony is a mere pittance. I live like a pauper. I’ve been forced to move to a condominium in Towson of all places. Of course, someone like you can understand what it’s like to live in such reduced circumstances.”
My blood pressure zoomed into the red zone. “Listen plastic face,” I said, forcing myself to look her in her unblinking eyes. “I only came here because you said you had some work for me, not to be insulted by someone who deserved what was coming to her. You’re personal problems are of zero concern to me.”
“Fair enough,” Mandy replied. “You didn’t deserve to have your cousin locked up,” Mandy said. “I sincerely apologize.” Mandy reached out and squeezed my hand. “Do you accept my apology?”
Her sudden change of tone made me even more wary of her motives. “Yeah, whatever,” I said, trying to get her to release her bony grip. I tried shaking her hand but she held on tighter. It was like being grabbed by a mummy. “I haven’t got all day for this Oprah crap,” I said, finally breaking free. “What exactly do you need me to do?”
“Find a hit man to get rid of Brice.”
“You heard me just fine.”
“I only have one good ear,” I said, tapping my prosthetic ear. “Repeat.”
“I want you to eliminate my ex-husband Brice Legg-Alexander,” Mandy shouted at me. The other diners turned to stare at us. I ducked my head into my chin. “Lower your goddam voice,” I said under my breath. You’re making a scene.”
“I know you’re the type of person to do this,” Mandy continued. “You’re ruthless and you have no morals. I should think this kind of job is right up your alley.”
I laughed so hard the table shook, almost knocking over the Champagne glasses. “I guess I should be flattered you think so highly of me,” I said, still giggling. “I’m no killer Mandy, and I don’t know any hit men.” I held up my left hand so Mandy could see my wedding ring. “I’m married to a cop. I’m on the right side of the law now. You want to someone to pop your husband? Get a gun and do it yourself.”
“Can you buy it for me?”
“No!” I said, glancing at my iPhone. “Look, I gotta go. It’s been a nice lunch, but I’ve got to get back to reality.”
“Wait,” Mandy cried out, grabbing my arm as I rose to leave. “I’ve got another idea. Let’s eat lunch and talk. My treat.”
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Irish private eyes are smiling (forgive the pun)
The Secret Place is out!
The Secret Place is a powerful, haunting exploration of friendship and loyalty, and a gripping addition to the Dublin Murder Squad series.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Barth Anderson's "The Patron Saint of Plagues" combines the nail-biting virus paranoia of "The Hot Zone" with a wry vision of a dystopian future where history, once again, cycles back to bite humanity in its collective ass.
"In this biological thriller of the near future, postinsurrection Mexico has undermined the superpower of the United States. But while the rivals battle over borders, a pestilence beyond politics threatens to explode into a worldwide epidemic. . . ."
Friday, May 2, 2014
Sneak preview from:
"Sleeping Dogs Don't Lie"
the concluding novel in the
"Murder in the Dog Park" trilogy
I cracked a wad of nicorette gum between my molars and drummed my palms impatiently against my desk. A scrim of sweat formed on my forehead. My armpits were as slippery as a driveway after a rainstorm. With the vintage Whirlpool air conditioner unit in the office on the fritz and the Wifi down, there wasn’t much for me to do except stare at Jerome’s ass and curse the infernal Baltimore summer.
I picked up a sheet of paper and fanned my face. Jerome was bent over a chipped, gunmetal gray cabinet searching for a case file.
“Quit your rubbernecking,” he said, wiggling his butt like a two-bit stripper begging for a tip. He pulled a manilla envelope out of the cabinet with a flourish then tossed it on my desk.“Staring ain’t gonna give you this kind of booty,” Jerome said, giving his butt a playful slap. “Face it, Jane, you got no ass and that ain’t gonna change. Now when are we gonna get this air conditioner replaced? It’s hotter than a nun’s crotch in this damn pit.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Miss Lisbeth Salander
and the Millenium Trilogy?
Visit Dan Burstein's blog The Tattooed Girl for all the latest news on Stieg Larsson and nordic noire
(PS: Murder in the Dog Park is mentioned!)
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Nordic noire superstar author Jo Nesbo has been commissioned to write a "crime noire" version of Macbeth, Shakespeare's darkest tragedy
Read all about it and more in his new interview in The Guardian
|Jo Nesbo: international bestselling author of the "Harry Hole" series|
(By the way, his name is pronounced Yoo in Norwegian)