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I keep finding Peggy Erhhart books and I keep drooling over them. Here’s another one in the Maxx series that was started with Sweet Man is Gone. It’s called Murder Gets the Blues, and it’s three stories. So any of you who like the shorter stuff ought to be happy. I mean, who doesn’t like shorter?

Join blues-singer sleuth Elizabeth “Maxx” Maxwell from Peggy Ehrhart’s Sweet Man Is Gone in three stories that showcase her crime-solving chops.

“Maxx Nails It” Flash fiction—Maxx solves a murder in less than 1000 words.

“Blues Clues” Maxx frees her guitar player from a murder charge by paying careful attention to the dead guy’s trash.

“Daddy’s Girls” The puzzling death of Maxx’s old Atlantic City friend Cecile introduces her to an all-girl band being stalked by an ingenious killer.

There’s not nearly enough blues in Rock Fiction. And why not? The blues are perfect for Rock Fiction! Don’t believe me? Grab some and see for yourself.

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I don’t remember why Susan dug up all these links to Peggy Ehrhart books and sent them to me, but she did and since it all looks like really good stuff that I actually want to read — and since the whole murder mystery thing is a nice change from all the smooching and sexing it up around here, I’m totally into it.

From Harlem to the East Village, Manhattan’s various music scenes provide the backdrop for three stories of deception and revenge.

“Killer Chops” A jazz guitarist is shot in gentrifying Harlem. People will kill to get their hands on a prime piece of real estate—or was the motive something else?

“Stone Cool” Murder is one way to score a prime gig—especially if a guy’s been double-crossed by an old friend.

“Mojo Hand” An aging rock-and-roller is surprised to find that he likes a settled life with his young wife and little daughter—but then he discovers that nothing’s what it seems.

Not sure what else to say. It’s short stuff, it’s a threesome (but not THAT kind. See? We’re all on romance overload), and it’s by an author Susan likes, at least. I need to try some of Peggy’s books… think if I ask nice, next time Susan and I get together, she’ll loan me the copy of Sweet Man that she says is on her shelf?

And have any of you read Peggy Ehrhart yet? Are you dying to?

Was that in the least bit funny?

 

Rocktober3avatar S REDI don’t usually write about an entire series in one fell swoop, but there’s a first time for everything, right? Besides, this saves me from having to type out four different posts.

The series is called Curves for the Rockstar, and from the description of the four really short books (more like stories than books), the curves aren’t the type I first thought. I figured it’d be more like this one, where the rocker goes through a bunch of different chicks.

Nope. The curves refer to curveballs thrown into the lives of the rocker and his honey. One honey. Same one through all four shorties. That part’s nice. I’m getting tired of all the rockers being playboys. (Why are they either playboys or totally devoted? Where’s the middle ground? Man, I gotta start writing again.)

The plots sound okay, but … wow. These are short. They aren’t even novellas; it’s more like linked short stories. And while we saw Rock Fiction short stories win the National Book Critics Circle Award when Jennifer Egan put them in one volume, not everyone loved what came of it. (Like me)

Nope. Want great Rock Fiction short stories? Pick up Sylvie Simmons’ Too Weird for Ziggy. Again, linked … but not all of them are. And they don’t tell one story, like the Curves for the Rockstar Series seems to.  (Insert gratuitous mention of my own short story collections here.)

So… I don’t know. I’ll have to read this and see. I think the plots sound too full and rounded to be completely satisfying as short stories. As always, I’m  hoping I’m wrong because this couple faces some pretty big mountains. Maybe too many for true believability, but I’m always up for some good escapism. If this series is done right, we will be treated to some really good, complex character growth and a real examination of what it takes to make a relationship work, no matter how high the flames get around them.