We're Not in Kansas - Another Standalone Novel
“We’re Not in Kansas” – Another Standalone Novel
I can’t remember exactly what triggered this novel, but it does start with one of my favorite opening lines: “Macy rose to her feet, leaned over, and poured the entire ruby contents of her wine glass neatly over the crotch of his light gray slacks.” I just had to use this somewhere.
Macy’s night out goes downhill from this point.
Not sure where I was going with this when I began, I wrote a near-future thriller about a single mother who was an archaeologist, and her rebellious teenage daughter, Tiffany. In search for the unusual origins of an Egyptian statue, they are off to an obscure country ruled by a dictator and his henchmen. Among the many characters they tangle with is a rugged Indiana Jones look-alike.
Bodies pile up and things take off in a much different direction from what they, and I, originally expected.
An often darker novel, the story is told from the points of view of the mother and daughter.
I can’t remember exactly what triggered this novel, but it does start with one of my favorite opening lines: “Macy rose to her feet, leaned over, and poured the entire ruby contents of her wine glass neatly over the crotch of his light gray slacks.” I just had to use this somewhere.
Macy’s night out goes downhill from this point.
Not sure where I was going with this when I began, I wrote a near-future thriller about a single mother who was an archaeologist, and her rebellious teenage daughter, Tiffany. In search for the unusual origins of an Egyptian statue, they are off to an obscure country ruled by a dictator and his henchmen. Among the many characters they tangle with is a rugged Indiana Jones look-alike.
Bodies pile up and things take off in a much different direction from what they, and I, originally expected.
An often darker novel, the story is told from the points of view of the mother and daughter.
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