Because nobody’s ever accused me of being particularly worldly, I always call myself the world’s unlikeliest Francophile. And here’s a good example of why: My French publisher has started a new noir imprint, and has re-released Pike as book zero with this beautiful new cover:

And, even more exciting, Cry Father will hit France on March 26 as a member of the new lineup.

But here’s the best part. I will actually be in France for the release. As well as to attend Quais du Polar and hopefully meet some of the French book folks that have been selling the hell out of Pike. Not to mention the genius head of my publisher, my Captain Oliver Gallmeister, and my translator, Jacques Mailhos — who, as I always say, is responsible for most of said success.

I can’t read French, so I really have no idea what I’ll be doing or where I’ll be going. But if you do read French, you can find details here. (And then email me and let me know.)