DAMAGED GOODS went to the printer last week. I’m excited about this one.
McMorrow and Roxanne and their daughter Sophie go up against a crazed Satanist father; McMorrow brings home an injured prostitute with a mysterious past. Foxes, raccoons, and now a hooker. Roxanne is less than pleased.
So after all of the editing, copy editing, back and forth, it’s on its way. Kind of like pushing a kid down a slide. Away it goes. DAMAGED GOODS will hit stores in March. The last step was asking for endorsements for the jacket. My editor, Michael Steere at Down East Books, printed out a handful of manuscripts, sent them off to writers we both respect. C.J. Box, whose finely crafted mysteries are as rugged as all outdoors, said,
“Gerry Boyle’s DAMAGED GOODS started working on me like a confident boxer would: setting me up with jabs, circling, feinting this way and that, sucking me in, and then … finishing with a wild flurry. A terrific thriller with terrifically original characters.”
Tess Gerritsen, whose thrillers keep half the world on edge, said,
“DAMAGED GOODS is so compelling, it’s like literary crack — I simply couldn’t stop reading. Gerry Boyle’s twisting plot simply won’t let you go. If you want a book that will keep you up all night, this is it!”
Jabbing and feinting. Literary crack. (Am I trafficking in crime novels?) Interesting similies to describe that feeling of being absolutely gripped by a fictional world, don’t you think? We all know that feeling. How would you describe it?