Yes, it’s time for another installment in the popular BLACK series. As of 1 a.m., March 24, BLACK to Reality, wherein our hangdog hero joins the cast of a reality TV show in order to stave off financial ruin (as well as to investigate dirty deeds, of course), goes live.
This is the fourth book in the series, and likely the last for a bit, as I have other fish to fry. I’m finishing up the polish on JET – Ops Files, which explores her past before becoming a member of the Mossad’s special team, taking her from the West Bank to Tel Aviv to Rome to Indonesia. It moves like a freight train, and was such fun to pen I’ll probably do one more covering her time from when she joined the team that awarded her the code name Jet. Maybe next year.
In other news, I see that the novel I co-authored with Clive Cussler, The Eye of Heaven, is now out in pre-order, with an official release date of Sept 2. That’s pretty cool, to see my name next to Clive’s. I mean, talk about a “Whoa” moment in your literary career. That’s it for me. I can die now. Hopefully it will sell a ton and we’ll do another one. You never know. The ranking for a novel six months out ain’t bad, so the future looks bright, in that he hasn’t blocked my number. Yet. Give it time.
Can’t really talk about it, but there are three or four interested parties sniffing around JET for the talkies. Not Ridley Scott, but pretty damned big nonetheless, as in you’d know their franchises with one or two words. Although Ridley. Call. I’m so over the stalking thing. Really.
Amazon featured BLACK as one of their Big Deal books all last week, for which I’m extremely grateful. Shifted a ton of copies. Hats off to the all-powerful Zon!
That’s it from my end. Oh, except that the photo sessions for the JET and Assassin series are done, and the preliminary shots are frigging awesome. Throw Jason Gurley into the mix, and what do you want to bet it’ll be a brave new world for the little books that could?
And finally, if you haven’t gotten tired of by BS yet, I did a podcast interview with Simon Whistler on RockingSelfPublishing.com that explains why I’m such a dick about separating business from pleasure/art. Although he edited out all the profanity. Party pooper. I’m surprised he was left with three coherent sentences. And not all that coherent at that.