I promised I would never, never allow anyone to see my first novel. However, then I opened the box that held the manuscript. I began reading the thing, expecting lord only knows what. And sure, it's terribly written. BUT… The crime in that story is outstanding.
So I'm writing the sucker again. It has a new title: The Man from Xopec.
You see, this rich Indian is not altogether trustworthy. He deals in stocks and bonds on his computer and has made a fortune, but he wants more. (You can tell right now that this is a fantasy, can't you? I mean, a rich Indian?) So he cooks up a crooked land deal and forges a bunch of papers and photos so everyone thinks he inherits a few miles of really prime real estate. But then this lady figures things out, and people are killed. And then the Indian falls in love with her…
I'm a sucker for a really good badass, and I think this oversized, oversexed, over-endowed good-lookin'millionaire has it all. Got the bit between my teeth and I'm running with it.
More next month.
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