Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Cover copy for Getting Lucky

Here is the copy for the back cover of Getting Lucky, due out this month:

I woke up in the dark, shivering to the bone while searing pain sent yellow and purple flashes across my eyes. I could hear the wind but couldn’t feel it. Maybe this was hell, where eternal punishment came as a grab-bag of assaults to the skull, the back, the noseGod, the stench! My maker must have condemned me to die and smell my own rotting flesh, its cold vapors drifting up to my nose and corroding my insides as well. Mixed with the smell of Clay Webster’s carcass was a sweeter smell, but one no less sickening: I must have drunk myself to death with cheap booze and fallen into a slag heap of unrecycled waste.

Maybe I could come back in another life and try again. In my next life I would study library science. Librarians didn’t go to hell. They didn’t wake up face down in turkey carcasses, smelling like peach brandy, feeling like they’ve been sleeping in a.

I looked straight up and saw the stars.

I was in a Dumpster.


When beautiful Bonita Esquivez hires P.I. Clay Webster to find her husband, Lucky, Clay expects an easy missing-person case. But when Bonita bites a poisoned bonbon, more than a quick buck is at stake. Clay needs to establish exactly who Lucky is and determine if his client could be lying to him.

Fifty-five-year-old Clay Webster knows pain; he lost his thirty-year marriage, his son, Sean, and his twenty-eight-year police career. Trying to build a new life, his wit is his weapon, and humor is his first line of defense against life’s assaults. His search for Lucky centers primarily on Lowell, Massachusetts, where he tries to save a drowning teenager in a canal and hires yet another teenager, Denton La Rock Junior, who has been making prank phone calls to his home. Clay looks for links between Lucky and A Touch of Love, the new porn shop in town.

Meanwhile, Senator Carleton Swinburne rails against the city’s perceived moral decay, personified partly by ex-cops such as Clay Webster. Perhaps Chantal Ladoute, Clay’s old friend the ex-nun, will be his moral gyroscope as he navigates an increasingly dangerous course.


Jane Kennedy Sutton said...

Makes me want to read more! Funny that my second novel (still a work in progress) has a main character waking up by a dumpster instead of in it!

Jane Kennedy Sutton
Author of The Ride

conarnold said...

Conbratulations on Getting Lucky being out soon, Bob!

Morgan Mandel said...

Dumpsters must be popular. I love those descriptions making it sound like hell.

Morgan Mandel

Anonymous said...

Dumpsters ARE hell to folks like me who are slightly germaphobic. Even reading about folks in dumpsters makes my skin crawl.

Bob Sanchez said...

Thanks, everyone. One odd fact I learned is that Dumpster is a trademarked name that most people never think to cap.

Ruth D~ said...

I know one librarian, or maybe she's a former one, who'd break your stereotype. :>)

Is the cover not going to have the buildings on it any more?

Ruth D~ said...

Oh, dud. That was a piece of the cover.

Bob Sanchez said...

Yeah, Ruth, I was just trying to be cute by highlighting the bloody clover. The buildings and canal are still the cover. :- )