Jimmy Boone is a big-hearted former Marine and ex-con; having done time for beating up the husband of the family he was hired to protect, after being told the little girl in his charge was being molested by her father -- turns out it was just the revenge of the angry, ignored wife. Now, out of prison and trying to get his life together, Jimmy serves as the handy-man for the bungalow apartments where he lives and bartends at a local Hollywood joint with a rotund bouncer named Robo, who moonlights as an amateur PI to make a quick buck. When Oscar, a Guatemalan immigrant, dies from infected dog bites on a local bus, Robo is hired by Oscar's grandfather to find out what happened and Robo talks Jimmy into coming along as his "cop buddy".
Reluctant to get involved, Jimmy eventually gives in. Robo manages to uncover a bit of information that leads them to Oscar's girlfriend and baby son and a few of Oscar's immigrant friends. A visit to the friends fills in a few more gaps of Oscar's last days, including a job in the desert, from which he returned home with multiple dog bites and in such fear for his life from "them" that he refused to seek medical attention for his wounds. Oscar also brought a dog with him -- a severely scarred pit bull with no teeth -- for whom Jimmy promptly offers to buy for $60. At this point, Robo feels he has enough information and is done with the case. For Jimmy, it's just the beginning.
Maid Marian stands beside Robin Hood in legends as the beautiful and virginal companion of the dashing highwayman. She holds her own among his wild band of outlaws but not much is known about who she was or if she really existed. Colette Gale presents a new story of a not-so-maidenly Marian caught between Robin Hood and the dark, cold Sheriff of Nottinghamshire.
Terrorists come to a remote Montana winter resort to take some of the world’s wealthiest men hostage. Mickey Hennessy, a former Special Agent and head of security for the resort, escapes but leaves his children behind and begins his quest to rescue them from the Third Position army -- the anti-globalist capitalist terrorists providing the villainy. Thus Mark T. Sullivan’s Triple Cross kicks off its ‘Die Hard in a blank’ plot.
The notorious serial killer dubbed the Night Watchman is out of Attica prison after 35 years, ready and more than willing to pick up where he left off. It doesn't take long to pick his victim; right there on his teevee is psychic Lucinda Stone, famous for helping police catch serial killers and with the remarkable ability to "see" murders. My, what a perfect target.
In Nocturne City, witches and werewolves aren't the only things to be wary of. A new round of dead bodies is turning up, all werewolf pack-leaders, all shot execution style. Luna Wilder, former detective turned SWAT team member, is approached by an old co-worker from the 24th precinct; David Bryson needs help with the werewolf factions and Luna is uniquely qualified to intercede. But is she willing to go out on a limb for Bryson after the way he treated her, knowing the risks involved?
The Associated Press reported recently the Rev. Ksawery Knotz, a Polish friar in Warsaw has written a book encouraging Catholic married couples to have hot steamy sex: Sex As You Don’t Know It: For Married Couples Who Love God.
In a move that surprised no one, HarperCollins has just announced that they have signed a book deal with Alaska governor, and 2008 vice-presidential hopeful, Sarah Palin.
Elizabeth Edwards' new memoir Resilience will be on the shelves May 8th, the supposed "tell-all" of her husband's affair that sent his political career into a death spiral. Just like the memoirs of recent memory, the truth isn't exactly the first priority except this time, no one is bothering to rake the author over the coals.
For you football fans out there, it's Day 1 of the 2009 NFL draft. Superstar quarterbacks, wide receivers and defensive tackles are all on the block but Michael Oher, the Baltimore Ravens' 23rd overall pick, is a true superstar.
Apparently we here at BookFetish were so tickled by the idea of Dubbyah writing a book, we couldn’t stop at one comment. Rather than playing point/counter-point, because there would be no point since we both find it humorous, I thought I’d throw in my two cents – or in this economy, my $.05 9/10th.