Not to get excited...it's self published. This is because I have not murdered innocents, committed acts of terror, or had sex with a president. Unless one has done such things, a new writer has as much chance of getting a book published as a fart has of living through a windstorm.
But I'm happy. This book is so crazy it would have been dumped in some big publisher's backlist in a month. Now I'm free to peddle the damn thing myself.
And what a yarn!
The main character is (my alter ego?) Jane of the Jungle. She's worked hard as a trauma nurse practitioner all her life, but when her husband dies of after a long insulting illness, the medical bills could astonish dead people. So she runs. At fifty-eight, she had a facelift and bought a Bowflex machine. At sixty, she hits the road in a converted bus that runs on shit and starts life as an outlaw.
Not surprisingly, she falls in with a bunch of same. A licensed pilot, she gets into a plane delivery caper that introduces her to John, a mob boss who hates his job. Made young by new love and anti-aging shots, they embark on a mad dash for a new life. Aided by talking foxes, telepathic tigers, and wild misfit bikers, they battle criminals and luck itself to have a second chance....which will only happen if magic is real.
A reviewer said, "The action never lets up in this hilarious yet heartfelt work." And I felt good, I thought he got it, yessiree.
Check out the excerpts, and stay tuned...
