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I swear that’s what the note from my editor said. Like a have an extra one in my pocket?
Some of you may be able to pop them out like cupcakes, but I like a bath and a facial, a long drive in the country, appetizers and yummy bites, and desert, before desert.
That’s why I order breakfast in bed and linger in, hoping for seconds.
CHEER: Well, GOAT-RIPPER is all done, professionally edited, proofed & polished, except for a final sex scene.
I’ve always wanted to write about a trapeze, so maybe I have an idea.
It’s because my mother was once a costumer for the circus. And that’s a true bit of our family myth. Anyway, Mom, this book’s for you. Now exactly how did I get here? Oh yeah, the sailor suit.
RULE: I’ve heard that every sentence must advance the character or the plot. In a crime thriller, like GOAT-RIPPER, sex is not a plot point.
It’s a character-building interlude. Unless my P.I. Jake Knight is shooting high-def video on a serial fill-in-the-blank for a client. Then we lay low waiting for low-light conditions.
“Ready to roll tape, your honor? May we dim the lights?”
Jake Knight has always wanted to say that. With judges today, ya never know.
What plays in one community sure doesn’t in another. And Sonoma is no different.
My favorite Beta reader comment to date? “You do every Marine proud.”
That means, men, you have permission to read Peter Prasad’s book Sonoma Knight: The Goat-Ripper Case.
Due Flag Day. June 14th. Kindle willing. At ease.
Best to you, dear reader. Save room for wine & cheese & murder this summer.
Cheers!
Some of you may be able to pop them out like cupcakes, but I like a bath and a facial, a long drive in the country, appetizers and yummy bites, and desert, before desert.
That’s why I order breakfast in bed and linger in, hoping for seconds.
CHEER: Well, GOAT-RIPPER is all done, professionally edited, proofed & polished, except for a final sex scene.
I’ve always wanted to write about a trapeze, so maybe I have an idea.
It’s because my mother was once a costumer for the circus. And that’s a true bit of our family myth. Anyway, Mom, this book’s for you. Now exactly how did I get here? Oh yeah, the sailor suit.
RULE: I’ve heard that every sentence must advance the character or the plot. In a crime thriller, like GOAT-RIPPER, sex is not a plot point.
It’s a character-building interlude. Unless my P.I. Jake Knight is shooting high-def video on a serial fill-in-the-blank for a client. Then we lay low waiting for low-light conditions.
“Ready to roll tape, your honor? May we dim the lights?”
Jake Knight has always wanted to say that. With judges today, ya never know.
What plays in one community sure doesn’t in another. And Sonoma is no different.
My favorite Beta reader comment to date? “You do every Marine proud.”
That means, men, you have permission to read Peter Prasad’s book Sonoma Knight: The Goat-Ripper Case.
Due Flag Day. June 14th. Kindle willing. At ease.
Best to you, dear reader. Save room for wine & cheese & murder this summer.
Cheers!
Wine & Cheese & Murder
GOAT-RIPPER is being formatted into a e-book for mid-June. Paper to follow. Please save room on your beach towel.
Here's what early readers say:
"You do every Marine proud."
"Nash Bridges' daring, Steinbeck's eye and Vonnegut's heart."
Here's the opening:
Jake heard a sad goat cry as he woke from his last nap in Redwoods hospital.
HUZZAH authors all. We face the blank white sheet every morning and we'd better learn to worship our readership if we want to sail very far.
On'ya. Best to ya!
Here's what early readers say:
"You do every Marine proud."
"Nash Bridges' daring, Steinbeck's eye and Vonnegut's heart."
Here's the opening:
Jake heard a sad goat cry as he woke from his last nap in Redwoods hospital.
HUZZAH authors all. We face the blank white sheet every morning and we'd better learn to worship our readership if we want to sail very far.
On'ya. Best to ya!
Why I like Sonoma - Sonoma Dairy Day
My crime thrillers are set in Sonoma. Here's why I love Sonoma so:
A SONOMA DAIRY DAY
(cribbed from by R. Kipling)
Atop Sonoma mountain, looking westward to the bay
A milk-maid sat sighing because I came upon her one day
Wind rushes in madrone and oak, cowbells chime to say
Come home, dairy boy, come back Sonoma way.
In redwoods she pines for me, where her milk sheep lay.
Can ya hear kayaks paddle on Russian River runs at play?
Sunsets sink serene beyond Captain Drake’s old Bodega Bay.
Her petticoat was yellow and her little cap was green,
Her name, Anya-Dakini, same as a Santa Rosa queen.
She sat in a cloud of smoke from a hardy hemp cheroot
Wasting her kisses on my bumpkin boy’s big snoot
An idle cowboy of mud, sipping whiskey in his suds
Plucky lot she cared who watched her kissing on her stud.
Mists upon the vineyards, sunlight splashing low and slow
She thumbed her banjo song ‘Come back Sonoma don’t ya know’
Once her arms were on my shoulder, her lips upon my cheek
Eloped in love we saw sunlight tumble on Sonoma’s highest peak
We lingered a week as otters splat in a sludgy, squdgy creek,
In silence hung heavy, the geek in me was all afraid to speak
But that's all shoved behind me, long ago and far away,
‘Twas wrong to merge Redwood Credit and Bank of Mandalay;
Now I yearn to leave Oregon as a ten-year soldier cries.
If you've heard Sonoma calling, you need nothing else.
Chew spicy garlic food as sunlight kisses clanking dairy-bells;
On the road to Oregon, you pass Sonoma, here may I dwell.
Tho' I walk other maidens around busy Waterfront Square
They talk a lot about love but none say exactly where.
So I’m sick of wasting leather pacing gritty paving stones,
And the blasted Oregon drizzle wakes fever in my bones;
Dog-faced local folks, Lord, what do they understand?
Once I knew a neater, sweeter maid in a cleaner, greener land.
Ship me east of Alcatraz, where the best is like the worst,
Where no Ten Commandments stop a man with a wino's thirst;
For the dairy-bells are calling and it's there that I would be
To trace sunlight falling on redwoods, looking lazy at the sea.
Where dawn comes up a thunder across a Mayacamas bay
Bring back my sweet milkmaid, turn me Sonoma-bound all the way.
A SONOMA DAIRY DAY
(cribbed from by R. Kipling)
Atop Sonoma mountain, looking westward to the bay
A milk-maid sat sighing because I came upon her one day
Wind rushes in madrone and oak, cowbells chime to say
Come home, dairy boy, come back Sonoma way.
In redwoods she pines for me, where her milk sheep lay.
Can ya hear kayaks paddle on Russian River runs at play?
Sunsets sink serene beyond Captain Drake’s old Bodega Bay.
Her petticoat was yellow and her little cap was green,
Her name, Anya-Dakini, same as a Santa Rosa queen.
She sat in a cloud of smoke from a hardy hemp cheroot
Wasting her kisses on my bumpkin boy’s big snoot
An idle cowboy of mud, sipping whiskey in his suds
Plucky lot she cared who watched her kissing on her stud.
Mists upon the vineyards, sunlight splashing low and slow
She thumbed her banjo song ‘Come back Sonoma don’t ya know’
Once her arms were on my shoulder, her lips upon my cheek
Eloped in love we saw sunlight tumble on Sonoma’s highest peak
We lingered a week as otters splat in a sludgy, squdgy creek,
In silence hung heavy, the geek in me was all afraid to speak
But that's all shoved behind me, long ago and far away,
‘Twas wrong to merge Redwood Credit and Bank of Mandalay;
Now I yearn to leave Oregon as a ten-year soldier cries.
If you've heard Sonoma calling, you need nothing else.
Chew spicy garlic food as sunlight kisses clanking dairy-bells;
On the road to Oregon, you pass Sonoma, here may I dwell.
Tho' I walk other maidens around busy Waterfront Square
They talk a lot about love but none say exactly where.
So I’m sick of wasting leather pacing gritty paving stones,
And the blasted Oregon drizzle wakes fever in my bones;
Dog-faced local folks, Lord, what do they understand?
Once I knew a neater, sweeter maid in a cleaner, greener land.
Ship me east of Alcatraz, where the best is like the worst,
Where no Ten Commandments stop a man with a wino's thirst;
For the dairy-bells are calling and it's there that I would be
To trace sunlight falling on redwoods, looking lazy at the sea.
Where dawn comes up a thunder across a Mayacamas bay
Bring back my sweet milkmaid, turn me Sonoma-bound all the way.
FREE TODAY: The Goat-Ripper Case
FREE TODAY: The Goat-Ripper Case
http://www.amazon.com/Goat-Ripper-Cas...
Reviews: "The bad guys are bad. The different in their badness and the interplay as they weave their mischief is magic." "WOW!! I loved this book! Prasad is an exceptional story teller!" "Characters are captivating and well developed. You will however want to whack a couple of them." "The writing style is easy to follow, flows and the characterization is phenomenal." ~ author DP Whitehead.
"Nash Bridges' daring, Steinbeck's eye and Vonnegut's heart."
A 5-Star Wine & Cheese Thriller. Who's dumping dead goats in Sonoma? Afghan vet Jake Knight comes home to heal, fall in love and convert his dairy to artisan cheese. Not yet a licensed PI, Jake races to confront a perverted wine maker with a taste for murder. He assembles a witty crew and uses genius to stop an assassination. This modern-day romantic thriller is set in California wine country.
http://www.amazon.com/Goat-Ripper-Cas...
Reviews: "The bad guys are bad. The different in their badness and the interplay as they weave their mischief is magic." "WOW!! I loved this book! Prasad is an exceptional story teller!" "Characters are captivating and well developed. You will however want to whack a couple of them." "The writing style is easy to follow, flows and the characterization is phenomenal." ~ author DP Whitehead.
"Nash Bridges' daring, Steinbeck's eye and Vonnegut's heart."
A 5-Star Wine & Cheese Thriller. Who's dumping dead goats in Sonoma? Afghan vet Jake Knight comes home to heal, fall in love and convert his dairy to artisan cheese. Not yet a licensed PI, Jake races to confront a perverted wine maker with a taste for murder. He assembles a witty crew and uses genius to stop an assassination. This modern-day romantic thriller is set in California wine country.
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