What Am I Working On, You Ask.

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The weekend was great. Lots of people come "home" to our tiny town for the Fourth festivities, so we ran into old friends everywhere. The question often came up, "What are you working on now?"
Short answer: the 4th Dead Detective Mystery, but it's been interrupted a lot by the other three in the series. The first book The Dead Detective Agency, was published in 2011, the second, Dead for the Money, in 2012. Then the publisher got overwhelmed and didn't move forward with Book 3, even though it was edited and ready to release. At the beginning of this year, I asked for the rights back (the contracted time was up) and went about re-releasing the books with new covers, which you learned about last week if you're a regular reader. (I don't want people to re-buy the books, thinking they're new.)

Now it's time to finish Seamus' story, so my first priority is Dead to Get Ready--and Go, in which he will investigate his own murder. Its release is a long way off, probably early 2016.

After that, I plan to write one more Simon & Elizabeth mystery to end that series.

And that slacker Maggie Pill needs to get to work on the fourth Sleuth Sisters.

And I'm finally getting Somebody Doesn't Like Sarah Leigh into print, for all you non-Kindle readers. I know it's been irritating, but it's hard pushing those publishing people around! I like what the cover artist did with the new cover, and I'm hoping the print books will be out by the end of July. Audio books might follow, if that's your thing.


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