The Oaxacan Kid Goes Live

The Oaxacan Kid hit the Amazon market this past Friday (4/21/17) in e-book format and the paperback version should pop up very soon. Go grab one or the other or both or borrow it from someone who does. I just want it in the hands of readers and I do believe that anyone reading this blog post will find it an enjoyable tale. Leave some feed back here or on Amazon and let me know whether it sucked or rocked or fell somewhere in between.

I have no idea if my crime fighting bluesmen series ran its course or not. It was not an easy decision to leave the adventures of Mitty Andersen and Pete Bolden (my two blues harp blowing protagonists in River Bottom Blues, The Devil's Blues and Howling Mountain Blues) behind and move forward with a stand alone story. Those two characters have been a part of my life for some time now and I'm quite sure that they will re-emerge somewhere down the line. One of the reasons for the move was to attempt to attract an agent this time around and the word seems to be that it's very difficult to get an agent to bite on the fourth book in a series.

Querying the stand alone to agents proved as frustrating as my first attempt with my first book, so I decided just to go back to small press mode. I felt quite sure that my publisher, Barking Rain Press, would agree to a deal, but as I said in the last post, I felt a need to shake things up by submitting to pubs which aimed at the crime fiction market. I researched several such pubs and sent The Oaxacan Kid out on it's mission. Chris McVeigh, chief wrangler of Fahrenheit Press, jumped on the tale first and with enthusiasm, so I wasted no time hopping on board his train. He wasted no time getting my book on the market, so here we go. Sad thing is that two of the pubs I submitted to, and thought highly about, went belly-up. That's another reason I'm beholding to Mr. McVeigh for having faith in my work and making an offer. I been left hanging before when a press folded.

So...I am certainly excited to have a book back out there for my readers to enjoy. Mitty and Pete aren't riding along, but I do think that what Foster Cane gets himself is quite an adventure. Go ahead. Get it. 'Nuff said.

The Oaxacan Kid

On the writing front: My fourth crime novel, The Oaxacan Kid just might be hitting the market by the end of the week. 'Course that depends on the good Lord willing and the creek's not rising. The creeks are rising by the way. It began raining yesterday afternoon and continued through the night. I believe we'll get by without any flooding, but there are some southeast Texas folks that have not been as fortunate. Prayers to them.

Back to The Oaxacan Kid. Chris McVeigh, the publisher of Fahrenheit Press (that's one of their logos above), offered to take on my latest and he's on the verge of unleashing it on the world. I submitted to Fahrenheit Press just to sort of shake things up a bit. It has nothing to do with any kind of dissatisfaction with the publisher of my three crime fighting bluesmen books, Barking Rain Press. I'll always love BRP and owe them a huge debt of gratitude. I just decided to do exactly what I said. Shake things up a bit. So, I sat out looking for a press that focused on the criminal elements of fiction. I ran into Fahrenheit Press and the renegade attitude of Mr. McVeigh and felt somewhat of a kinship with the philosophy adopted by the press. By the time I received an offer of publication, I'd read a couple of books by Fahrenheit authors and was impressed by the talent. Quite possibly by the time anyone gets around to reading this post (since I've neglected it far too long), The Oaxacan Kid will be out there amazing the crime fiction community and kicking butt. Look for it really soon on Amazon and while you are at it grab one of my books in the crime fighting bluesmen series.

Here's a little teaser: Two of his friends are killed, a blues club he’s remodeling burns down, his wife is forced to kill three home intruders, his car is firebombed, and he becomes the target of a Mexican Cartel because of his meddling. It all began because Foster Cane collects old blues recordings, the older the better. It’s a passion that his wife fails to understand and she’s quite amused when he tells her his plans to search an estate sale in a predominately Hispanic neighborhood in Houston. “Couldn’t hurt,” he tells her, and he firmly believes it until he attempts to track down an obscure harmonica player called The Oaxacan Kid.