So I have a book coming out. It didn’t seem like a real, actual book until earlier this week when I got my first glance at the cover. The book comes out in a little over two weeks, and I almost don’t believe it. I will bruise if I keep pinching myself.
The novel is called In Hot Pursuit. The title was the suggestion of a friend who pointed out that the legal definition of “hot pursuit” implies doing something extra-legal in catching a suspect. I liked the double entendre, too. Our narrator, Noah, is hunting down a missing man both because he wants to find him and solve the case and because he wants the man for himself.
Thus we have a novel about a man coping with a great loss and trying to get on with his life, and a novel about a man who meets a hot guy and gets ensnared, and a novel with lots of gun shots fired and even a car chase! I hope it’s as good a ride as I think it is. (Pun intended!)
Here’s the blurb:
Hard-working NYPD cop Noah Tobin didn’t even want to go on vacation. But it’s been a tough eighteen months since the death of his lover, so he’s determined to make the most of it. On his first night in sunny Florida, a chance encounter with a handsome man in a bar bathroom jumpstarts something in Noah that’s been dormant for all those months. Then the man disappears.
Noah’s vacation is thrown into upheaval because he can’t just let it go when he learns that the mysterious man who turned his life upside down went missing. He volunteers to help with the manhunt for his mystery man, a wealthy restaurateur named Harrison Knowles. When Harry is found, Noah finds himself sucked into a web of secrets and drawn even more to the charismatic Harry. Getting involved with Harry also forces Noah to face some old demons and finally deal with the grief over his lover that he’s been hanging onto.
I’m going to try to get more info up on the book page over the next couple of days. It comes out on February 16th from Loose Id!
I realized recently that baseball is mentioned in many of my works in progress. I was a casual fan as a kid, probably because I grew up in the NYC suburbs and the Mets were doing well at the time. My brother and I collected and traded baseball cards for no other reason I can think of besides that I liked collecting things and that’s what the boys his age were doing. Then, when I was twelve, my parents brought us to my first Yankees game. I loved the whole experience: talking stats with my dad, eating hot dogs and Cracker Jack, being able to see the action in person with thousands of other fans. The Yankees didn’t even win the game, but I was sold. I have since become what you might call a hard-core fan. I especially like surprising the hell out of men who assume women are antipathetic towards baseball. But I also love the history of it, the math behind it, the debates over who the best short stop was, who the best slugger was, what to do about steroids, all of it. 









