Mary Walsh's Blog
May 10, 2023
Sorry for being MIA
I know I've been quiet for a while, but I've been busy. Busy going to a bunch of in-person events. Busy doing some editing gigs (hit me up if your manuscript needs some TLC). And busy writing my next two books.
According to the printing company, my next one should be dropping as early as mid-June. I'll know more next week. The second one will be coming in late August.
I know.... I know... two books going live in less than three months is rough on my marketing plan. But these two books are totally different and their audiences probably won't overlap so I think I'm good. Let's hope!
According to the printing company, my next one should be dropping as early as mid-June. I'll know more next week. The second one will be coming in late August.
I know.... I know... two books going live in less than three months is rough on my marketing plan. But these two books are totally different and their audiences probably won't overlap so I think I'm good. Let's hope!
August 22, 2022
American Posse is now available!
American Posse is now LIVE!
Get yours at Books2read.com/AmericanPosse
A decades-old unsolved crime.
Wyatt Earp and his posse of American masterminds are on the hunt to solve the greatest art heist in US history.
How did the renowned lawman of the Old West come to present-day Boston? What secrets does he keep?
Who stole the Rembrandts and other priceless art in 81 minutes from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?
A $10 million reward is up for grabs...
Read American Posse!
Get yours at Books2read.com/AmericanPosse
A decades-old unsolved crime.
Wyatt Earp and his posse of American masterminds are on the hunt to solve the greatest art heist in US history.
How did the renowned lawman of the Old West come to present-day Boston? What secrets does he keep?
Who stole the Rembrandts and other priceless art in 81 minutes from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?
A $10 million reward is up for grabs...
Read American Posse!
August 18, 2022
American Posse drops on Monday!
American Posse is coming on Monday!
Pre-order yours now: books2read.com/AmericanPosse
A decades-old unsolved crime.
Wyatt Earp and his posse of American masterminds are on the hunt to solve the greatest art heist in US history. How did the renowned lawman of the Old West come to present-day Boston? What secrets does he keep? Who stole the Rembrandts and other priceless art in 81 minutes from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?
Chapter 1
“Ten million dollar reward!” Wyatt Earp slapped a December 2, 2022, edition of The Boston Globe on the lacquered bartop in front of him. A stack of paper napkins fluttered away from the sudden movement. He sat at the end of the bar on a rickety stool and patted his Colt .45, which was forever glued to his hip. Even when he slept, the piece was only an arm's reach away. His handsome face, outlined by a strong square jaw, was weathered but strong, just like him. Nearby, his black handsome full-brimmed gambler hat was hooked on a wall ready to be taken on its next adventure.
Wyatt called to his barkeep, “Eddie, get over here and take a look at this!”
“For the last time and forever the first time, it’s Edgar,” the bartender grumbled under his breath. He put away a clean highball glass, tossed the drying towel onto the counter, and ambled toward Wyatt.
“Think what we could do with that kind of money. That’s a lot of dinero.” Wyatt pointed to the newspaper headline.
“Perhaps hire more barkeeps,” Edgar muttered. He raked a hand through his wavy, dark hair. “Though I fancy the depths of solitude, it would be nice to have help now and then.”
“Oh, hobble your lip,” Wyatt said. “We’re plenty fine.”
Edgar huffed.
Wyatt’s Golden Dragon Tavern was nearly empty on a quiet Friday afternoon. An old-timer sucked down his gin at one of the back tables. A young black fella wearing a white button-down shirt and slim suspenders strummed at his guitar at the table near the front windows. At the far end of the bar, a man and a woman, who didn’t seem like they belonged together, finished up their last round of drinks. They nodded to Wyatt and left.
Ignoring Edgar, Wyatt read the subtitle, “Gardner Museum Extends $10 Million Reward for Information in Art Heist.”
“The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?” Edgar leaned toward Wyatt’s newspaper. “The museum south of Fenway? There are so many.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied. “It’s right off the Green Line.” He held the newspaper upright, inches from Edgar’s face, and tapped it with a finger. “Says 13 works valued at half a billion dollars were stolen in 1990 and never recovered. Half a billion dollars, Eddie!” Wyatt blew out a low whistle that a hound could hear a mile away.
Edgar rolled his eyes at Wyatt’s continued name butchering. They had worked together for a few years and Wyatt never called him Edgar. “What was stolen?”
“A few Rembrandts, a Manet… They spelled it wrong. Don’t they mean Monet?”
Edgar chuckled and offered Wyatt an arrogant grin. “Claude Mo-net painted water lilies. Edouard Ma-net painted modern life. Two different men.”
“Eh, well, one of ‘em oughta change their name,” Wyatt scoffed. “Too confusing.”
“What else was taken?” Edgar asked.
Wyatt scanned the article again. “Some Daygas prints, and a couple others I ain’t never heard of.”
“Do you mean Degas?” Edgar pronounced it Duh-gaa.
“There’s an s in there,” Wyatt countered. “Why in the hell would it be Duh-gaa?”
“Because Edgar Degas was French,” Edgar fired back, his gray eyes twinkling. “They don’t pronounce their s’s.”
“Some people think they’re so smart,” Wyatt muttered, knowing that Edgar had bested him. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. But he was okay with that. He studied the bottles of libations that filled shelves against the back mirror. He dreamed of increasing his inventory of Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker, and Glenfiddich. He’d even splurge $200,000 on a rare bottle of Dalmore 62 whisky for a special occasion. “Just think what we could do with that $10 million reward. Buy a herd of horses. Get me some new guns. And bars of silver and gold.” The ideas tumbled over themselves in his mind. “I have a few debts I can pay off.”
Wyatt didn’t want to burden Edgar that the city inspector had come by a few days earlier with a condemned property notice. The roof constantly leaked like a dripping faucet. The plumbing needed to be replaced. All of the windows on the second floor let the frigid Boston winters blow through. A family of mice was on the verge of paying rent in the basement. Termites chewed through the wooden floors. Wyatt had 30 days to make the necessary repairs or he and Edgar were out on the street and the end of his vigilantism.
“It’s a lot of money.” Edgar leaned in curiosity against the wooden bar. “Who is paying for it?”
“Says the museum.” Wyatt squinted at the newspaper.
“The statute of limitations hasn’t run out?” Edgar asked.
“Nope.” Wyatt shook his head.
“I’ve never heard of a reward so high,” Edgar said. “Wonder why? Is the museum searching for new leads?”
Wyatt shrugged. “No idea. But I ain’t complaining.”
“We could use that kind of money.”
“Let’s do it.”
Pre-order yours now: books2read.com/AmericanPosse
A decades-old unsolved crime.
Wyatt Earp and his posse of American masterminds are on the hunt to solve the greatest art heist in US history. How did the renowned lawman of the Old West come to present-day Boston? What secrets does he keep? Who stole the Rembrandts and other priceless art in 81 minutes from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?
Chapter 1
“Ten million dollar reward!” Wyatt Earp slapped a December 2, 2022, edition of The Boston Globe on the lacquered bartop in front of him. A stack of paper napkins fluttered away from the sudden movement. He sat at the end of the bar on a rickety stool and patted his Colt .45, which was forever glued to his hip. Even when he slept, the piece was only an arm's reach away. His handsome face, outlined by a strong square jaw, was weathered but strong, just like him. Nearby, his black handsome full-brimmed gambler hat was hooked on a wall ready to be taken on its next adventure.
Wyatt called to his barkeep, “Eddie, get over here and take a look at this!”
“For the last time and forever the first time, it’s Edgar,” the bartender grumbled under his breath. He put away a clean highball glass, tossed the drying towel onto the counter, and ambled toward Wyatt.
“Think what we could do with that kind of money. That’s a lot of dinero.” Wyatt pointed to the newspaper headline.
“Perhaps hire more barkeeps,” Edgar muttered. He raked a hand through his wavy, dark hair. “Though I fancy the depths of solitude, it would be nice to have help now and then.”
“Oh, hobble your lip,” Wyatt said. “We’re plenty fine.”
Edgar huffed.
Wyatt’s Golden Dragon Tavern was nearly empty on a quiet Friday afternoon. An old-timer sucked down his gin at one of the back tables. A young black fella wearing a white button-down shirt and slim suspenders strummed at his guitar at the table near the front windows. At the far end of the bar, a man and a woman, who didn’t seem like they belonged together, finished up their last round of drinks. They nodded to Wyatt and left.
Ignoring Edgar, Wyatt read the subtitle, “Gardner Museum Extends $10 Million Reward for Information in Art Heist.”
“The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?” Edgar leaned toward Wyatt’s newspaper. “The museum south of Fenway? There are so many.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied. “It’s right off the Green Line.” He held the newspaper upright, inches from Edgar’s face, and tapped it with a finger. “Says 13 works valued at half a billion dollars were stolen in 1990 and never recovered. Half a billion dollars, Eddie!” Wyatt blew out a low whistle that a hound could hear a mile away.
Edgar rolled his eyes at Wyatt’s continued name butchering. They had worked together for a few years and Wyatt never called him Edgar. “What was stolen?”
“A few Rembrandts, a Manet… They spelled it wrong. Don’t they mean Monet?”
Edgar chuckled and offered Wyatt an arrogant grin. “Claude Mo-net painted water lilies. Edouard Ma-net painted modern life. Two different men.”
“Eh, well, one of ‘em oughta change their name,” Wyatt scoffed. “Too confusing.”
“What else was taken?” Edgar asked.
Wyatt scanned the article again. “Some Daygas prints, and a couple others I ain’t never heard of.”
“Do you mean Degas?” Edgar pronounced it Duh-gaa.
“There’s an s in there,” Wyatt countered. “Why in the hell would it be Duh-gaa?”
“Because Edgar Degas was French,” Edgar fired back, his gray eyes twinkling. “They don’t pronounce their s’s.”
“Some people think they’re so smart,” Wyatt muttered, knowing that Edgar had bested him. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. But he was okay with that. He studied the bottles of libations that filled shelves against the back mirror. He dreamed of increasing his inventory of Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker, and Glenfiddich. He’d even splurge $200,000 on a rare bottle of Dalmore 62 whisky for a special occasion. “Just think what we could do with that $10 million reward. Buy a herd of horses. Get me some new guns. And bars of silver and gold.” The ideas tumbled over themselves in his mind. “I have a few debts I can pay off.”
Wyatt didn’t want to burden Edgar that the city inspector had come by a few days earlier with a condemned property notice. The roof constantly leaked like a dripping faucet. The plumbing needed to be replaced. All of the windows on the second floor let the frigid Boston winters blow through. A family of mice was on the verge of paying rent in the basement. Termites chewed through the wooden floors. Wyatt had 30 days to make the necessary repairs or he and Edgar were out on the street and the end of his vigilantism.
“It’s a lot of money.” Edgar leaned in curiosity against the wooden bar. “Who is paying for it?”
“Says the museum.” Wyatt squinted at the newspaper.
“The statute of limitations hasn’t run out?” Edgar asked.
“Nope.” Wyatt shook his head.
“I’ve never heard of a reward so high,” Edgar said. “Wonder why? Is the museum searching for new leads?”
Wyatt shrugged. “No idea. But I ain’t complaining.”
“We could use that kind of money.”
“Let’s do it.”
July 13, 2022
Cover Reveal
American Posse
After months of teasers, the cover for American Posse is finally here! I hope you love it as much as I do. My graphic artist did an amazing job!
The urban fantasy crime thriller drops on 8.22.22.
Stay tuned for pre-order info!
After months of teasers, the cover for American Posse is finally here! I hope you love it as much as I do. My graphic artist did an amazing job!
The urban fantasy crime thriller drops on 8.22.22.
Stay tuned for pre-order info!
June 29, 2022
Cover reveal coming in 2 weeks!
My upcoming urban fantasy crime American Posse is dropping on August 22nd and I'll be doing a cover reveal in 2 weeks. I'm so excited to share it with all of you!
Add it to your TBR pile.
Add it to your TBR pile.
May 11, 2022
Save the date for American Posse!
American Posse is dropping on August 22, 2022!
My urban fantasy/crime thriller centers around the still-unsolved art heist from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston from 1990.
Wyatt Earp, Hedy Lamarr, Patrick Henry, George Washington Carver, and Katherine Johnson are on the case to solve the decades-old crime!
Add it to your TBR pile!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6...
My urban fantasy/crime thriller centers around the still-unsolved art heist from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston from 1990.
Wyatt Earp, Hedy Lamarr, Patrick Henry, George Washington Carver, and Katherine Johnson are on the case to solve the decades-old crime!
Add it to your TBR pile!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6...
April 20, 2022
American Posse is almost done!
My first draft of American Posse is near completion! Just wrapping up the final shootout. More of a metaphorical shootout, but you get the idea. I can't wait to share it with you in August!
Stay tuned for a cover reveal this summer...
Stay tuned for a cover reveal this summer...
April 6, 2022
Meet the next character in American Posse
The next character in the crew of American Posse is Patrick Henry! How does he come to present day to help Wyatt Earp solve the art heist at the Isabella Stewart Museum in Boston?
In disbelief, that's how!
Here's an excerpt:
Patrick cocked his head to the side as he studied Wyatt. “Your clothes. They are different from mine.” With a crooked finger, he pointed to Edgar. “And him too. Why are you two not wearing ruffled shirts and top hats?”
“You--” Edgar began to say.
Patrick interrupted as he stood and motioned to the bar sink, duct work in the ceiling, a neon exit sign, and a red fire alarm near the front door. “Where… am… I?”
Wyatt snorted and exchanged a knowing look with Edgar. “You’re in Boston. At The Golden Dragon Tavern.”
“Yes, I know,” Patrick sneered. ”I am not obtuse.”
“In the 21st Century.”
Without another word, Patrick collapsed to the floor, his arms splayed out alongside his unconscious body.
Read more about Patrick Henry when American Posse drops in August.
In disbelief, that's how!
Here's an excerpt:
Patrick cocked his head to the side as he studied Wyatt. “Your clothes. They are different from mine.” With a crooked finger, he pointed to Edgar. “And him too. Why are you two not wearing ruffled shirts and top hats?”
“You--” Edgar began to say.
Patrick interrupted as he stood and motioned to the bar sink, duct work in the ceiling, a neon exit sign, and a red fire alarm near the front door. “Where… am… I?”
Wyatt snorted and exchanged a knowing look with Edgar. “You’re in Boston. At The Golden Dragon Tavern.”
“Yes, I know,” Patrick sneered. ”I am not obtuse.”
“In the 21st Century.”
Without another word, Patrick collapsed to the floor, his arms splayed out alongside his unconscious body.
Read more about Patrick Henry when American Posse drops in August.
March 9, 2022
Meet the posse of American Posse
The leader of the posse is Wyatt Earp.
Besides being a famous lawman at the OK Corral, he was a buffalo hunter, saloon keeper, miner, boxing referee, and gambler.
An excerpt from American Posse:
"Now Wyatt was in a new city in a new saloon. Without his brothers. Without Doc. Without his horse. He had no idea how long he would be in Boston. The clock on the far wall had been stuck at 5:45 since he first came to The Golden Dragon Tavern. His purgatory."
Besides being a famous lawman at the OK Corral, he was a buffalo hunter, saloon keeper, miner, boxing referee, and gambler.
An excerpt from American Posse:
"Now Wyatt was in a new city in a new saloon. Without his brothers. Without Doc. Without his horse. He had no idea how long he would be in Boston. The clock on the far wall had been stuck at 5:45 since he first came to The Golden Dragon Tavern. His purgatory."
February 16, 2022
American Posse is halfway done!
I hit the halfway mark late last week for American Posse! Plus, my graphic artist gave me a cover mockup that I'm super excited about. The few people who have seen it have said it looks like a movie poster. Can't wait to share it with you all in a few months!
Stay tuned...
Stay tuned...
