
The Busker War
With Detective Rock Cobbler out of town, his sidekicks Sarah, the librarian, and her girlfriend Jess, the bartender, are preparing to compete in The Santa Lacrimosa Cornhole Open. But a dognapping and the arrival of a mysterious street performer dressed as a blue, French cockerel derail their tournament preparations as they find themselves drawn into conflict with the dognaper. Meanwhile, the French cockerel’s bizarre, offensive behavior quickly earns him the social media name, #badbluebird. A confrontation between the newcomer and local street performer KIA, who dresses as a legendary cryptid named Clawfoot, escalates quickly. Despite his rude ways, #badbluebird attracts disaffected buskers to his cause. Within days, the members of The Santa Lacrimosa Busker’s Guild find themselves in a fight for control of their streets and maybe their very lives. Who will prevail in The Busker War? Will Sarah and Jess be ready for The Cornhole Open? Who the hell is behind the #badbluebird mask? Will Rock get laid? Wait, what? He’s not even in this book.
If Raymond Chandler and Christopher Moore had co-written an entry in the Nancy Drew series and it was made into a film by the Coen Brothers, it might go a little something like this.

A Turkey Danced Death
Early morning. A wooded clearing. The body surrounded by a conga line of head-bobbing wild turkeys. Then Detective Rock Cobbler’s Thursday really starts to get weird. Before he can begin to dig into this turkey-murder, his attention is diverted by a soft-spoken young woman filing a run-of-the-mill missing person report. Santa Lacrimosa PD’s crack detective knows he should focus on the murder, but unexplainably finds his interest being drawn towards the routine case. The dual investigations will lead Cobbler through seedy residential motels, close encounters with local burlesque royalty Caramel Slice, and on to interactions with a bizarre mountain cult, its charismatic leader, and his bulldog-like henchman. Will the bourbon-loving Cobbler get to the bottom of both cases? Will he figure out the turkey angle? Or will he wind up getting stuffed?
A Turkey Danced Death combines equal parts Chandler, Christopher Moore, Carl Hiaasen, and a dash of Jim Jones into a quirky, tawdry, Whiskey’d up cocktail.

Murder in Greasepaint
Washed up pitching prospect, Rock Cobbler, now a hotshot detective with the Santa Lacrimosa PD likes working alone as much as he likes bourbon. That is to say, a lot. One rainy night at Santa Lacrimosa Clown College he finds himself looking out a dorm room window. Down below lay the hilariously twisted body of Mr. Rubadubdub, apparently tossed from that very same window. The investigation into the defenestration of the promising young clown will lead Rock through dive bars, contemporary Christian clowning performances, and down into the seedy underbelly of clown lore. He will discover what no non-clown should know; like the existence of dangerous, rival clown factions that will stop at nothing in search of clown dominance and the possession of one particular venerated clown relic. To crack the case, he will have to match wits, and game, with the alluring Professor Wiggles. Will Rock take a pie to the face? Or will he solve the case before more clowns die?
Murder in Greasepaint is equal parts Chandler, Christopher Moore, Bozo, and Bourbon.

The Devil’s Own Piss
The Devil’s Own Piss and Other Stories is a rollicking collection of thirty-odd stories full of devilish doings, Whiskey’d up mythology, crackpot history, and an abundance of altered-reality mayhem. Lucifestus, the eponymous devil, is the star. He’s a hard-drinking, compulsive gambling, square deal making, black-horned devil. He hangs out in bars, at racetracks, and boutique sausage producers. There are the Trope Brothers, killer bees, ballpark organists, post-apocalyptic hijinks, marooned space aliens, hard boiled detectives, ambitious Scandinavians, and more than one remarkable chicken. Jesus! Yep, he’s in there too.
If a few fucks, shits, and goddamns make you clutch your pearls, you should probably give this book a hard fucking pass. However, if moderate-to-severe profane blasphemy in the service of dark, satirical, but ultimately good-natured humor is up our ally, then The Devil’s Own Piss and Other Stories is the book for you.

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