My novel Pearl Lagoon is out for Kindle.
Many Americans are living on the east coast of Nicaragua in 1926, and two of them become entangled with a stunning local woman. A young U.S. consular officer is sent to investigate the murder of one of them.
. . . Someone who wanted to go out in Bluefields had choices. The central neighborhood of the city had six or eight small restaurants; the mestizo places (including the Hotel Limón) served rice and beans with their fish, and the Creole ones served rice and fried plantains with theirs. Both had the same beer and rum.
The Chinese families who had come to the coast ten and twenty years before to start hardware stores and groceries had opened a few restaurants as well, and it was now possible to buy sopa wonton here on the east coast of Central America.
The city had a single gas station with an absentee U.S. owner and a garrulous Creole manager who stayed open late on weekend nights for no reason.
Also in the central neighborhood was a bar serving the mestizo population around the corner from the Catholic church which did the same.
Anyone friendly with the British consulate staff in the city might get invited up onto the porch of the consulate for gin.
A man wandering the streets might run into some New Orleans sailors, or the Belgians who owned a shop on the main street, or the doctor we had from Italy who spoke Spanish to all the foreigners but Italian to the Nicaraguans. Bluefields was an international city with diversions for a man suffocating in a hotel room.
-If you'd like to review this on a blog, let me know and I'll "gift" you a copy.
Now available at the CreateSpace estore . . . from which I'm not sure if I have ever sold a copy of anything :) (My readers seem to want to wait for the Amazon paperback listing; not sure about yours.)
At any rate, here it is:
Excerpt at this awesome blog:
I can get a review copy to anyone who would like to review it on a blog, let me know.