Nature of the Bones is my first venture away from satire. My first two novels—Executive Pink and Sacrifice--didn't make much of an impression. The reasons are myriad, I've no doubt, the main one being my inexperience—both in the craft of writing and in marketing. I self-pubbed them, and even though the copy was pretty clean, the indie label was even more of a stigma back then. So I retooled, came up with some characters—don't worry, Ed, my young lawyer, Joe “Blow” Stone, is no Sam McCain ripoff—and a plot that began hatching during the years I lived on part of an old plantation that had the rumored reputation of being a “correctional site” for slaves in need of attitude adjustments. I'd sit on the deck at night and look out at the woods, wondering where the ones whose attitudes never got adequately adjusted might be buried.
I'm publishing Bones as a Kindle exclusive to see if my more serious narrative voice will fare better in the marketplace. I've planned a series for the Blow character, with each story involving loosely related mysteries both historical and current. The second, First Shot, links the mystery of who fired first in the Battle of Lexington with the modern murder of a Revolutionary War reenactor. That's finished in first draft, and the third, harkening back to the mystery of where Nathaniel Bacon is buried, is at this moment marinating somewhere in my addled cerebrum.