No, I'm not dead!
A poster recently requested more frequent blog posts. It's downright embarrassing to see how long it's been since I last posted. (And, yes, the print version of Dead Hot has been out for many moons now. How did I miss that?)
These last couple years in the Coker family have been a bit distracting. In a case of life imitating art, my father had a stroke and, unlike Arne Okerund, has not recovered as fully. So that's been a drain, as much emotional as otherwise, on my time and attention.
Right now, I am madly typing away on the next book, tentatively titled Dead Poor, for my editing deadline in November. If the revisions aren't too extensive, it should be out in March as usual.
As for a hint, if you've read Dead Hot, this book follows right on its heels. So you already know who the victim is!
After their busman's holiday in New Mexico, Karen and Marek are back in South Dakota, working a thorny case of a body found in a local park. Despite her beauty, Mother Nature is, when all is said and done, red and tooth and claw.
While some hoped for a return to Albuquerque, at the present time, I am not anticipating that happy event, though never say never!
It is, after all, the Dakota Mysteries...