I've been instructed to be as scurrilous and scatalogical as possible, and I really want to be shocking and sensational here, but I'm distracted by the delicious cookies and hospitality so generously provided by my good friends Gina, JB, Fran and Adele at the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Never has a debut author been treated so kindly, and I find myself frankly unable to offend. Maybe by the time I roll through Seattle to promote the sequel I'll be better able to follow instructions. In the meantime, this place is officially the most dangerous place in Seattle; I don't know how you local mystery lovers manage to get any work done with such a collection of treasures nearby!
Oh - I've also been instructed to shamelessly self-promote. My debut thriller, The Professionals, hit shelves yesterday. It's about four college-educated twentysomethings who turn to kidnapping when they can't land real jobs, and the two cops who figure out their sordid scheme. Lee Child says it's "Really terrific--characters that live and breathe, and chills aplenty," and that's as fine a bit of promotion as I could ever ask for.
Can't wait to come back!