Our new novel, Kiss of Death, has been out for a few days now. This one hit #1 in a new category for us, Disaster Fiction. Pretty cool.
I also wanted to set the record straight about that one scene in the book. You know. That one.
But wait. Did you somehow miss our launch? You goose! Grab it here:
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Still not grabbing it? Fine. Here’s a quick intro to wet your beak:
While a hurricane slams the tourist strewn coast, a killer runs amok in the storm. A group of vacationers are pinned down in the midst of the danger.
Sounds pretty exciting, right? Clearly you see now that you should be grabbing this thing.
OK. So let’s talk about that scene. I’m trying to figure out how to not spoil it.
There’s a scene from the perspective of the killer in this one. He is spying on someone, and he is going on at great length about a body part of hers internally. I mean, two body parts kinda.
Out of a sense of good taste, I’m not going to say it, but it’s nipples. This guy is just nip-nip-nippling it up.
Well, I just wanted to make it clear that Lex wrote that scene. I figured that everyone would immediately leap to the conclusion that I wrote it, but nope. She is the one who nippled up the place. She is the one who boobed gratuitously. She is the one who breasted too deeply, too greedily.
There. That feels better.
I think that’s all for now, but we’ll be in touch soon.
