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The Trade Paper Cover for Fool's Run
I don't think I've shared the trade paper cover art here for my upcoming book Fool's Run, which is planned as the first adventure for Si Reardon. A cop who is just out of prison and faced with a job nobody wants.
It'll drop in ebook and trade paper formats Nov. 24, 2020.
“This thriller-cum-caper will keep readers eagerly turning the pages.”
– Publisher’s Weekly
Here's a look at the nigh final version with a sense of the wrap-around effect.
There's one repeated line of copy that will get tweaked, but by and large, this is the look.
It's now up for pre-order on Amazon and other sites.
It'll drop in ebook and trade paper formats Nov. 24, 2020.
“This thriller-cum-caper will keep readers eagerly turning the pages.”
– Publisher’s Weekly
Here's a look at the nigh final version with a sense of the wrap-around effect.
There's one repeated line of copy that will get tweaked, but by and large, this is the look.
It's now up for pre-order on Amazon and other sites.
Five Days Until the Fool's Run Release
Fool's Run: A Si Reardon Novel
The release of Fool's Run is just five days away.
Here's a snippet:
I didn’t like being the one in hiding. The one sweating. When you’re a cop you can almost pick up the scent of that sweat and fear. You’re usually on the trail of a stupid kid who’s botched a job that seemed easy enough when all the factors weren’t weighed.
Now I knew how it felt.
Icicles were melting in my armpits and spilling down my torso. I’d acted on impulse, thinking I could pull it off with bravado and will power. I was starting to feel like I’d knocked over a liquor store and found my car blocked in…
The release of Fool's Run is just five days away.
Here's a snippet:
I didn’t like being the one in hiding. The one sweating. When you’re a cop you can almost pick up the scent of that sweat and fear. You’re usually on the trail of a stupid kid who’s botched a job that seemed easy enough when all the factors weren’t weighed.
Now I knew how it felt.
Icicles were melting in my armpits and spilling down my torso. I’d acted on impulse, thinking I could pull it off with bravado and will power. I was starting to feel like I’d knocked over a liquor store and found my car blocked in…
