Book Blitz: Vampire Detective Midnight by JC Andrijeski


Title: Vampire Detective Midnight 
Series: Vampire Detective Midnight #1
Author: JC Andrijeski 
Publication Date: June 27, 2019
Genres: Dark Fantasy, Science Fiction, Mystery



Vampire with a past and homicide detective, Naoko “Nick” Tanaka just got transferred to the NYPD, where he works as a “Midnight,” or vampire in the employ of the human police. Like all state-registered vamps, he gets his food delivered to his door, lives in government housing, and basically can’t sneeze without the U.S. government knowing about it.

Still, he’s determined to play by the rules. More than anything, he just wants to be left alone, to finish out his immortality in peace… but he’s barely there two weeks when things already start to go sideways.

It starts with a weird case involving inexplicable paintings that predict murders before they happen.

Between his mystery painter, a bunch of dead hybrid-humans, a conspiracy involving the richest families in New York, and a school principal who has an unsettling effect on him, Nick finds he can’t get personally uninvolved with any of it.

Instead, he gets sucked in even deeper, until he’s pretty sure he’ll end up forcibly reprogrammed by his human masters — assuming they don’t just rip his heart out of his chest and be done with it.

VAMPIRE DETECTIVE MIDNIGHT is book #1 of a gritty, romantic new series set in a futuristic, dystopian New York, involving vampires, humans and psychics trying to rebuild their world after a devastating race war that nearly obliterated all of them.


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An Interview with JC Andrijeski 

What’s the basic plot of your current book or series?

VAMPIRE DETECTIVE MIDNIGHT is about a vampire, Nick Tanaka “Midnight,” who works for the NYPD in a dystopian / future version of Earth. The whole planet has recently come out of a massive race war involving vampires, humans, and a species called “Seers” who no longer exist on Earth. Seers disappeared at the end of the wars through an event known as The Exodus, but their disappearance is still shrouded in mystery.

In Nick’s world, vampires are legally required to register with the human authorities, wear GPS bar codes and implants, and succumb to random blood checks to ensure they aren’t engaging in unauthorized feeding. Because he works for homicide, Nick is given the designation “Midnight.” Every vampire working / living among humans is given a name that corresponds to their work assignments, in part so humans can easily I.D. them.

Nick just moved to New York after he more or less got booted off the force in Los Angeles. He’s trying to keep a low profile, but soon finds himself working a case that won’t really let him.

Which scene from your book do you like best and why?

I think my favorite might be when Nick meets Wynter, a half-human hybrid, for the very first time. Their whole dynamic and interaction really just wrote itself. It also brought out a side of Nick I hadn’t seen up until then, and I got such a better glimpse into who Wynter was as a character. There’s something about their personalities and the way they clash and connect, and just the intensity of emotion between them, even in their initial meeting, that was also just a blast to write. They have absolutely no idea why they’re reacting to one another like that, either. From their very first conversation, they’re kind of circling one another, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with the other one.

Do you have another job outside of writing?

Not right now. Before I switched to writing full time, I used to do a lot of corporate work, and I’ve worked as a freelance journalist in the past. Across my lifetime, I’ve worked a whole host of crazy jobs: all kinds of food service, stable-hand, bartender, research assistant, photo printer, sound editor, teacher, cow-milker, ditch-digger… to name a few.

What song would you choose as the theme song of your book?

Hmm… that’s hard. Maybe “Hurts 2B Human,” by Pink and Khalid. That, or maybe “We Were Beautiful,” by Rob Thomas.

What’s your writing routine?

I’m one of those boring, creature-of-habit people. I’m also that rarest of things among fiction authors, a morning person. Now that I write full time, I seem to be even more of both things. I get up, make my bed, meditate, exercise, shower, walk to my favorite coffee shop in my neighborhood in Bangkok (listening to news on the way). The coffee shop is a few miles away, which is good because I tend to sit and write for hours once I get there, after my initial tea and breakfast. I write every day, unless there’s some administrative emergency I have to deal with. All that said, I’ll be moving soon, back to the U.S.A., so I’ll be retooling my whole routine to match my digs in Los Angeles.

What are your writing plans for this year?

I’m working on book #2 of the VAMPIRE DETECTIVE MIDNIGHT series right now, which is called Eyes of Ice. I’ll be writing book #3 right after that, and then the next book in my QUENTIN BLACK MYSTERY series. Depending on how long that all takes, I’ll possibly be revising / re-releasing another series of mine too… or maybe writing the next book in either or both series. There’s never enough time to write, really.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

I love to travel. I live in Bangkok right now, and it’s been a great home base, although I’m about to move back to the United States in a few weeks. I’m going to miss it here. There are just so many countries close by and it’s super cheap to travel in Asia. It’s pretty cheap to live here, too, which is a bonus, and I’ll miss the coffee shops, the temples, the street markets, the people.

Apart from that, let’s see. I love to read. I also really enjoy photography, painting, hiking, martial arts, yoga, meditation, going out with friends, wandering around street markets, seeing movies, long philosophical conversations with a lot of hand gestures, playing with animals (human and non-human), horseback riding, hanging out in nature, petting elephants, yodeling.

Okay, maybe not yodeling, but I can appreciate a good yodel.

What else should we know about you?

Hmmm… well, I hail from Northern California originally, but I’ve been a nomad most of my adult life, so I’ve lived all over the place, both in the United States and abroad. I lived in New York City during graduate school, which is why I think I end up setting a fair-few of my projects there.

This will be my first time living in Los Angeles, although I lived in San Diego for a few years, and once spent a summer in Ventura County.

Oh, and neat fun fact! The Thai name for Bangkok translates as “City of Angels,” so I’ll be transitioning from one City of Angels to the next, which is kind of cool.

Other things, hmmm… I sang (badly) in a rock band once. I love jumping in swimming pools and hugging puppies, as well as taking long, pointless walks in the rain and getting lost in street markets.

I also love talking to my readers, pretty much anytime, so if you have any questions about me or my work, feel free to join my reader’s group on Facebook or sign up for my mailing list, or you can write me directly via my website.

Quick quiz:

Favorite Halloween candy? probably Reese’s peanut butter cups

Best holiday spot? Nepal? Maybe Hawaii

Do you plot-write, or write by the seat-of-your pants? Pantser, at least for fiction

Dog or cat person? More dog. Possibly rabbit.

Best superpower? Telekinesis.

Star Wars or Star Trek? More Star Wars, I think. I’m a mythology geek.

Which Harry Potter house? I would love to say something interesting here, but every single time I take the test, I get Gryffindor.

Favorite T.V. Show? Probably Sherlock



About the Author

JC Andrijeski is a USA TODAY and WALL STREET JOURNAL bestselling author who writes paranormal mysteries and apocalyptic fiction, often with a sexy, romantic and metaphysical bent. JC has a background in journalism, history and politics, and loves martial arts, yoga, meditation, hiking, swimming, horseback riding, painting… and of course reading and writing. She grew up in the Bay Area of California, but travels extensively and has lived abroad in Europe, Australia and Asia, and from coast to coast in the continental United States. She currently lives and writes full-time in Bangkok, Thailand.

Current series include: Vampire Detective Midnight, the Bridge & Sword series, the Quentin Black Mystery series, The Morph series, and the Alien Apocalypse series. She’s also written a number of standalone novels, novellas and short stories, as well as nonfiction articles and essays.

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Book Review: A Lady’s Guide to Gossip and Murder by Dianne Freeman

A Lady’s Guide to Gossip and Murder
A Countess of Harleigh Mystery #2
Dianne Freeman
Kensington Books, July 2019
ISBN 978-1-4967-1690-3

Lady Frances Wynn, Countess of Harleigh, has been doing a little matchmaking. Her sister Lily is almost engaged to Leo Kendrick, a match Lade Frances approves of, although she would like them to wait just a bit longer to announce their engagement. Her cousin Charles Evingdon has been discreetly seeing Mary Archer, a local widow with society connections although apparently little to no money. Lady Frances is encouraging the match; Charles is that geeky, clumsy cousin with minimal social skills who could do much worse than the widow Archer. This match, however, has come to naught; Charles informs Lady Frances that he and Mary Archer will not suit and won’t say why. This isn’t really a problem until Inspector Delaney arrives to ask Lady Frances why Mary Archer is in possession of information she shouldn’t have. He, for obvious reasons, decided that Charles is a suspect in Mary Archer’s murder. So Lady Frances needs to clear Charles (he is her cousin, after all), as well as niggle out how Mary Archer came to have such intimate details about the Harleigh family finances.

Lady Frances and her next-door-neighbor George Hazelton have had interactions, social and private, in the past. They are once again working on the same case. Mary Archer has been supplementing what little income she had by writing a local gossip column, Miss Information. George’s political connections are such that Inspector Delaney has been required to pass all the gossip column research to George for perusal and discreet intervention. George, having other problems on his plate, delegates that task to Lady Frances and, in the interest of speed, her household. All sworn to secrecy, of course.

Freeman seems to have done her research. London, during the summer, is fairly somnolent in terms of high society and the events that revolve around aristocrats. This means Lady Frances has fewer people on her suspects list, and more time to deal with all the questions that arise during her investigations. Freeman has built a good supporting cast for Lady Frances, and the new introductions bode well for future entries in the series. George Hazelton features prominently, as one might imagine, and his mixed messages do their best to keep Lady Frances in a tizzy. In the meantime, Charles finds his own match, and there is plenty of opportunity for another Countess of Harleigh mystery in the future.

Reviewed by P.J. Coldren, June 2019.

Waiting On Wednesday (112)

Waiting On Wednesday is a weekly event that
spotlights upcoming releases that I’m really
looking forward to. Waiting On Wednesday
is the creation of Jill at Breaking the Spine.
This week’s “can’t-wait-to-read” selection is:

Remember Me
Chelsea Bobulski
Feiwel & Friends, August 2019
Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Young Adult

From the publisher—

Nell Martin is moving again, this time to the Winslow Grand Hotel, built in 1878. As Nell is settling in, strange things begin to happen. Doors lock of their own accord, writing appears on bathroom walls―and most horrifying of all―visions of a dead boy permeate her waking life. Thinking it was her mind playing tricks on her, she soon finds the past and the present colliding as she learns horrific details of a murder that happened at the hotel in 1907 involving a girl named Lea.

Nell and a mysterious bellboy must relive that day in hopes of finally breaking a curse that imprisons them both. And Nell discovers what truly links her to the history of the Winslow Grand Hotel.

Why am I waiting so eagerly? Well, it’s been a while since I’ve read a good ghost story and this one appeals to me because it seems to have an interesting cold case mystery mixed in. I also like the time period and the promise of some intense creepiness. Maybe I’ve had too much fluffiness lately 😉

Book Review: The Storm Over Paris by William Ian Grubman

The Storm Over Paris
William Ian Grubman
Dupapier Press, September 2018
ISBN 978-1-732-61000-2
Trade paperback

A prologue and an epilogue that take place in 2000 in New York City bookends what is an exciting addition to the literature of the Holocaust. The rest of the story is set in Paris, beginning in April of 1942 where the Rothstein family has run a prestigious art gallery for several generations. They’ve handled the Rembrandts, the DaVincis, the Caravaggios. The very best of which the invading Nazis are looting for their own.

Mori Rothstein’s life, and that of his family are in jeopardy because they are Jewish. The only thing saving them, for a while at least, is because Hermann Goering is collecting (stealing) the most precious paintings for Hitler’s art museum and he needs Mori’s expertise. For a time, Mori’s connections and knowledge will keep him and his family alive, but time is running out. He and his sons must be not only brave, but clever if they are to save any of the paintings as well as their lives.

The writing is excellent, the setting of 1942 Paris well depicted, and as the pacing picks up to an exciting conclusion, the tension swells exponentially. The characters are well-fleshed out, including those you are sure to hate. A fascinating read for those who like historical adventure set in that time and under those circumstances.

Reviewed by Carol Crigger, February 2019.
Author of Five Days, Five Dead, Hereafter and Hometown Homicide.

Excerpt from No Right Way by Michael Niemann—and a Giveaway!


Title: No Right Way
Series: A Valentin Vermeulen Thriller Book 4
Author: Michael Niemann
Publisher: Coffeetown Press
Publication Date: June 11, 2019
Genre: Mystery, International Thriller



The fall of 2015. It’s been four years since the civil war in Syria
started and over a year since ISIS took over major parts of the country.
The refugee stream into Turkey has swelled to unprecedented numbers.
The United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) is
scrambling to offer services and shelter to the multitudes. The Turkish
government is doing what it can. Money from the rest of the world and
European governments is flowing in to help alleviate the crisis. Numerous
non-governmental organizations (NGOs) are using UN funds to do
the on-the-ground work to house and feed refugees.

Valentin Vermeulen’s job is to make sure that all those funds are spent for
their intended purposes. As he digs into his task, he learns that some
refugees have not received any aid at all. Figuring out why that
is quickly lands him in trouble with organize crime.


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An Excerpt from No Right Way

Ahmadi was ready to crawl into her tent and sleep forever. Her back ached from bending over all day. The grapes hung too low to cut them standing up and kneeling on the stony dirt was out of the question.
Zada still wasn’t back from wherever she’d gone. The two women shared a tent. It had started as a cohabitation of convenience. Being a single woman in a refugee camp was difficult. The married women were suspicious and their husbands leered. In a matter of days, they became friends. Despite their age difference—Zada was forty, fifteen years older than Ahmadi—they found that their journey from middle class life to refugee was similar. Zada’s husband died fighting with a rebel militia against the Assad regime. Shortly after burying him, her house was destroyed by a missile that killed her two children. Ahmadi hadn’t lost a husband or children, but her parents’ and siblings’ fate had been the same. They didn’t talk much about their loss. What was there to say? It was the trials of being a refugee that forged their bond. They had each other’s back through the daily misery of picking grapes.
Ahmadi needed to eat to keep up her strength. Resting first meant she’d miss the evening meal. Rahel had invited her after learning that Zada had disappeared. Which was kind, especially since Rahel’s family was Christian and she was a Muslim. But Rahel understood the precarious position of single women and the importance of protecting one’s honor.
Back home, Ahmadi considered the idea of honor old-fashioned. Being passed from your father to your husband didn’t appeal to her. She went to the university, she could take care of herself. Or so she thought. In the refugee camp that self-sufficiency had evaporated like morning mist in the September sun. What little pay she received for picking disappeared so fast. The agent who got her the picking job got his cut, the tent rental took another bite, leaving her with just enough for food. Zada did the cooking. Another one of those things Ahmadi wasn’t good at. She’d never had to cook for herself. She took two apples and went to Rahel’s tent.
Salam,” she said when she entered. Rahel’s husband sat in a rickety chair in one corner, her three children, including the teenage son, sat on the ground. They were all bent over plastic bowls eating their supper. The children returned the greeting. Rahel’s husband grunted something.
“I brought some apples,” Ahmadi said.
Rahel took them and passed her a bowl of couscous and thin stew. “Shokran,” Ahmadi said.
Al’afw,” Rahel said. “Sit. Enjoy the food.”
Ahmadi squatted near the entrance and ate. The stew was spicy, but all the peppers in the world couldn’t make up for the fact that it was mostly broth with some onions and bits of gristly mutton. Rahel cut the two apples Ahmadi brought into pieces, gave the biggest to her husband, and the rest to the kids. She kept a couple of pieces for Ahmadi and herself.
The tent flap opened and a woman looked inside and said that the police had found Zada.
“Where is she?” Ahmadi said, jumping up and almost spilling her food.
“She’s dead,” the woman said. “They found her body in an olive grove near the border.”
Ahmadi fell to her knees, barely able to put the bowl down. She covered her face with her hands.
“Who found her?” Rahel said.
“Workers checking on the olive trees. They called the police.”
“How’d she get there? How did she die?”
“I don’t know. The men said they didn’t see any injuries.”
The flap closed again and the woman went to the next tent to break the news. Ahmadi stood, unable to move. Zada had been her guide in this crazy world. How could she go on now?
Rahel put her arm on Rima’s shoulder. “Such sad news. You liked Zada very much.”
Ahmadi held back her tears and sighed deeply. But she didn’t break out in a wail. Zada’s death was her private grief, nothing to be mourned in public.
“Stay here tonight,” Rahel said. “It’s not good to be alone when one is full of sorrow.”
Ahmadi shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to stay there. “Thank you for your offer, but I’ll be okay. I’m going to find out what happened to Zada.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yesterday, Zada told me she learned something important. Today she is dead. That can’t be a coincidence. I need to find out what she learned.”
“Oh Ahmadi, you are distraught. Stay here and calm yourself. This is for the police to sort out.”
“The Turkish police? Haven’t you seen how they disdain us? We are just Syrian refugees. One less to worry about.”
“So you’re going to investigate?” Rahel’s husband said. “How far d’you think you’ll get? You are right about the Turkish police, and they won’t like it if you stick your nose into their business.”
Ahmadi looked at him, frowning. Those were the most words she’d ever heard from that man.
“Thomen is right,” Rahel said. “This is not a matter for a single woman.”
“Listen, Zada knew that we weren’t treated right. She wanted to make our lives better. Now she is dead. I’m going to find out what happened. Her death wasn’t an accident.”
“How do you know?” Rahel said. “Maybe she lost her spirit and her heart gave out. She was all alone in a foreign land. Without family. She had no one.” 
“She had me,” Ahmadi said. “Thank you for the meal. You have been very kind.”
She went back to her tent. Inside, she zipped the flap shut and began to search Zada’s things. There was a suitcase and a large bag. She started with the suitcase. It was a wardrobe assembled not with logic but in panic. Several plain skirts, a dress wholly impractical for harvesting grapes, a few shirts, a silk blouse she’d never seen Zada wear. How do you pack when you have only a few moments and think you’ll be back soon?
Excerpted from NO RIGHT WAY. Copyright (c) 2019 by Michael Niemann. Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.


About the Author

Michael Niemann grew up in a small town in Germany, ten kilometers from the Dutch border. Crossing that border often at a young age sparked in him a curiosity about the larger world. He studied political science at the Rheinische Friedrich-Wilhelms Universität in Bonn and international studies at the University of Denver. During his academic career he focused his work on southern Africa and frequently spent time in the region. After taking a fiction writing course from his friend, the late Fred Pfeil, he embarked on a different way to write about the world.

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Book Review: Under the Shadows by Gwen Florio

Under The Shadows
A Lola Wicks Mystery #5
Gwen Florio
Midnight Ink, March 2018
ISBN 978-0-7387-5053-8
Trade Paperback

We’re all creatures of habit and the older we are, the more ingrained those become. Lola Wicks spent much of her adult life being independent and free to follow her instincts into dangerous locations as an investigative journalist. It took her late husband Charlie, who was a member of a Montana Indian tribe and a county sheriff, years to wear her down and marry him. Part of those wearing down years involved the birth of their now eight year old daughter, Margaret.

When Charlie was killed, smothering a bomb planted by eco-terrorists, while they were on vacation in Arizona, the unexpected wave of grief was so strong and unexpected that Lola found herself not only shadowed by Charlie’s ghost, but so distraught that she couldn’t take care of herself or her daughter. Her best friend, Jan, along with the Aunties (women elders of the tribe) did an intervention.

The result isn’t something Lola is initially willing to consider. The Aunties and Jan will care for Margaret while Lola goes to Salt Lake City where Jan has arranged for her to do a story on foreign adoption by Mormon couples for a church owned publication. Everyone’s hope is that the challenge, the geographic change, and the threat of losing her daughter to the Montana social services department will provide the kick in the rear she needs to return to the ranks of the living.

What Lola alone knows is that her nails-screeching-on-the-blackboard hold on sanity is being held together by industrial strength pain pills, sometimes the only thing that allows her any sleep and relief from Charlie’s ghost. They also compound her gradual distancing from caring and life.

No sooner does she arrive in Salt Lake City and gets off on the wrong foot with her new boss by almost sleeping through her initial meeting, than she discovers that Trang, now called Frank, the Vietnamese teen adopted at age ten, has been arrested and accused of the murder of his girlfriend’s mother. Since it was his hockey stick that cracked her skull, although her death was the result of a vicious slash across the woman’s throat, nobody seems interested in looking for an alternate suspect.

What this major upset in plans does do is start a faint rekindle of the spark that used to drive Lola’s investigative instincts. After she’s bought Vicodin from a nervous teen in a sketchy downtown park, nearly had her own throat cut, realized a smell from her own youth is attached to someone who might be the real killer, made friends with the accused teen’s girlfriend, discovered just how strange and inflexible Mormon culture can be around certain social issues and nearly been thrown in a Vietnamese jail, you, the reader, are feeling a bit like you just got off a wild carnival ride.

While many elements of the story are straightforward mystery plot items, what sets this apart are the intensity of Lola’s grief, how that has spread to impact others and how much secrecy and deceit occurred long before Lola ever landed in Salt Lake City. It’s part of a series, but can be enjoyed a lot without having read any of the others by Gwen Florio.

Reviewed by John R. Clark, MLIS, May 2019.

Book Review: The Wedding Crasher by Nikki Stern

The Wedding Crasher
A Sam Tate Mystery
Nikki Stern
Ruthenia Press, May 2019
ISBN 978-0-9995487-3-8
Trade Paperback

From the author—

A brunette in a bridal gown turns up in Pickett County, Tennessee, throat slit and ring finger missing. She’s the latest victim of the Wedding Crasher, a serial killer who murders women just weeks before their weddings.

Samantha Tate is Picket County’s yoga-loving, poker-playing new sheriff, a former Nashville homicide detective who struggles with her inner demons. To catch the meticulous murderer, Sam will have to follow her instincts and ignore her worst impulses. Can she stop the Wedding Crasher before another bride-to-be dies?

Nikki Stern ticks a lot of my boxes in The Wedding Crasher with a female lead who is in law enforcement, a non-urban police procedural, a Southern setting. Small wonder, then, that I enjoyed this book from beginning to end. Speaking of the beginning, this one is in your face as we meet Sam Tate at a gruesome crime scene, no footdragging leading up to it, and that’s another one of my boxes.

Sam has her own issues from the past but she focuses on this string of brutal crimes with the help of Abdi Issen, her lead detective, and FBI agent Terry Sloan who’s been working these cases for several years. The first four murders happened once a year in the spring but then the killer skipped a year. Why? Is there a connection with a trauma from Sam’s past?

That trauma comes out in dribs and drabs but it helps us see how Sam’s core has grown and changed over the years, making her who she is today. This sort of thing can dampen my enthusiasm for a character because it’s often overdone but Ms. Stern handles this part of the story with finesse.

All in all, this is an intriguing look at a serial killer investigation with a lot of twists and turns, always a plus in crime fiction, and I’m looking forward to Sam’s next story.

Reviewed by Lelia Taylor, June 2019.


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An Excerpt from The Wedding Crasher

The dead woman lay in the clearing like a macabre version of Sleeping Beauty. She was dressed in a long-sleeved, high-necked ivory gown, set off by luminescent pearl drop earrings and a matching necklace that almost hid the dried blood around her throat. Her head rested on a satin pillow, her silky walnut hair spread behind her like a fan. The right hand held a bouquet of wilted flowers and rested on her chest underneath the left, absent the fourth finger. The ring finger.

Sheriff Sam Tate stood to one side of the grim tableau, arms folded, and took it all in: the victim; the tall white-haired man who knelt by the body; the deputy who walked the scene in throwaway boots, snapping pictures; the pale young man in running gear sitting on a rock, head almost to his knees; the uniformed officer who squatted beside him.

Sam had dressed in her standard uniform of pressed black slacks and a spotless white shirt. A shaft of early-morning sun bounced off the polished badge at her left breast pocket. On her right wrist, she wore a utilitarian watch. Three small studs twinkled along one earlobe, her single visible concession to a rebellious streak. She’d pulled her unruly dark locks into a tight braid. Ray-Bans shielded her green eyes, though not the line that formed between her brows.

One of the victim’s low-heeled white pumps had dropped off to reveal a slim ankle in hosiery. Stockings, not pantyhose, held up by an old-fashioned garter. Sam didn’t need to look.

He’s back, she thought, adding a curse for good measure.


About the Author

Nikki Stern is the author of the inspirational HOPE IN SMALL DOSES, a 2015 Eric Hoffer Montaigne Medal finalist, and the thriller THE FORMER ASSASSIN, a 2018 Kindle Book Review category finalist. Her essays are included in three anthologies and she co-authored the interactive Café Noir murder mystery series, published by Samuel French. Eight of her short stories have been published in various online journals and she was a Mark Twain Royal Nonesuch finalist for her short story “Long Away and Far Ago.” Nikki is a member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America.

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