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Preorder Issues … and Solution!

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August 13th, 2020 Posted 7:37 am

Hearing from a few people who preordered Of Mutts and Men (or Heart of Barkness) and did not receive the promotional short stories. My apologies, and please email your receipts to forgereads@gmail.com. That should work!

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Not Beginnings (More)

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July 5th, 2020 Posted 8:47 am

On Sunday we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. But not today! With pub date for Of Mutts and Men so close (7/7, meaning there’s still time to take advantage of the preorder offer, namely the new short story – The Iggy Papers – for free with your hardcover or digital copy Of Mutts and Men, link below), why don’t we open the book to page 89?

“Too busy to make money?” Dewey said. “Check out the back seat.”

Mig came closer to the car, peered in at me. “A dog?”

“Know a P.I. name of Bernie Little?”

“The one with the dog? Heard of him.”

“This here’s the dog,” Dewey said.

“How’d you get him?”

“That’s not the point. A dog like this is valuable.”

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Virtual Tour

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July 2nd, 2020 Posted 10:00 am

Links to all the events will be posted here soon. You should be able to join any event from wherever you are – with a few exceptions, Death Row, etc.

 

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Not Beginnings

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June 28th, 2020 Posted 8:27 am

On Sunday we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. But not today! With pub date for Of Mutts and Men so close (7/7, meaning there’s still time to take advantage of the preorder offer, unprecedented in the history of earthly marketing), why don’t we open a copy to page 15?

At that moment, Irene went by, a glass of champagne in her hand. “Plutocrats, Wendell? Is that nice? Tell him we’re not plutocrats, Bernie.”

“Um, I’m not even actually sure about the exact dictionary – “

“But I’m glad you two have found each other,” Irene went on, or maybe just kept going. “This is the private eye I told you about, Wendell. Who brought home the bacon for us. Bernie Little, say hi to Wendell Nero, chairman emeritus of the geology department at Valley College. And he did end up doing our project, which is why it’s such a success. Wendell’s fierce on the outside but he’s really just a big pussycat.”

Don’t rely on me for the details of what happened next. Because: Bacon! Pussycat! There’d been no bacon whatsoever at any time during our work on the cowboy painting case. You can take that to the bank, although maybe not to our bank, where there’d been some recent issue with Ms. Mendez, the manager. As for pussycat, this white-haired dude did not smell, look, or sound at all like any pussycat on the planet, and I’d had many pussycat experiences in my career, none pleasant. I wrestled in my mind with these problems, bacon and pussycat, getting nowhere. By the time I gave up, Wendell Nero was sitting at our table, and the two glasses of bourbon, his and Bernie’s, seemed to have been topped up.

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