Heard from an agent that my writing reminds her of Marcus Sakey.  So of course, I had to find out who this Marcus Sakey person is and how can I get my hands on a book of his.  That was the hard part.  I drove to Borders... nothing there.  Then I drove out of my way to B&N... no books there either.  Finally I decided to order them.

Today the first one arrived of the three I ordered.  It's called The Blade Itself and I must say it's excellent.  I find myself pulling it out of my purse every spare moment I can.  Chiropractors office, in line at the bank, geeze, ever thought about catching a few paragraphs at a red light.  If there were a way to inject higher tension I think I'd need a nerve pill.  I can tell right now, this man is going to keep me awake at nights.  Hubby ought to hate that.

But then here's the real issue.  I'm polishing my manuscript to send to an agent that has an interest and I find myself more inclined to pick up his book then get my own into New York.  It's not that I think my writing isn't good.  But I really like how he turns a phrase and ratchets up the suspense.  Looking forward to the release of his new release The Two Deaths of Daniel Hayes available June 9th.