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COMING IN JANUARY 2012 FROM THE PERMANENT
PRESS "Magnum PI meets Tim McGraw."
Craig Combs, Atlanta, Georgia
"Nashville Private Investigator Jared McKean has a son with
Down Syndrome, a best friend with AIDS, an ex-wife he can't seem
to fall out of love with, and a weakness for women in
jeopardy--until one frames him for murder."
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His DNA and fingerprints are found at the murder
scene. His voice is on the victim's answering
machine. A man of his height and build was seen
leaving the scene of the crime, and the victim
was killed by a bullet from his gun. To further
complicate matters, his teen-age nephew has just
come out of the closet and run away to join a
dangerous fringe of the Goth subculture. Now
Jared must find a way to hold his family
together, clear his name, and solve a case that
could cost him his life.
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>>Read the first 10 pages<<
Many of you have asked, "Why so long before the release?" It
takes time to design the cover, edit the book, send out review
copies, and get all the promotional ducks in a row. The
Permanent Press does twelve books a year and is noted for
putting out quality work, so I'm honored to be working with
them.
The second book in the series, A Cup Full of Midnight,
is scheduled for release in August of 2012 at the Killer
Nashville Thriller, Mystery, and Crime Literature Conference.
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I first saw Jared McKean leaning
against a wooden fence. His arms were crossed, and he was wearing jeans
and a brown leather bomber jacket that I knew had once belonged to his
father. He was waiting for me to give up trying to write a novel
featuring a feisty female detective I didn't understand, come to my
senses, and give him a series of his own. It makes not a whit of
difference that this encounter occurred entirely in my mind.
On the surface, Jared and I
have little in common. He's a man; I'm a woman. He's tall, rangy, and
athletic; I'm built like a potato bug. He's brave; I'm the kind of
person who, when I go into a Laundromat, checks to see which dryer I
will hide in if a knife-wielding maniac comes through the door. Yet, I
understand him better than I've ever understood anyone in my life. He
has a journey to take and a story to tell, and I am honored to be the
one to tell it.
"You know he's not real," a
friend once said.
"I'm a writer," I answered.
"Half the people I know aren't real."
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