The mass-market paperback of Ink & Steel hits the street for the low, low price of $7.99. It received a starred review from Publishers Weekly, and various other raves. I also think it and its sister tome, Hell & Earth, are probably my best work to date. Collectively, they form a duology entitled The Stratford Man.
Which involves faeries, playwrights, smooching, swordfights, and the Devil. Also, more dirty puns per square inch than anything else I've ever written.
I love it a lot. You can read the prologue and then click through to the first three scenes here.
(Conveniently, Saturday was the 416th anniversary of Master Marlowe's murder. So it's even kind of timely.)
My own current reading is the Douglas/Olshaker on historical homicides (with the terrible title), and it's the best one of theirs I've read yet. Also, creepily hysterical. Or maybe I just have a seriously black sense of humor. So far they've made me laugh out loud about Jack the Ripper and Lizzie Borden.
On August 16, the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Borden, minus their heads, were finally interred in Oak Grove Cemetary.
Somebody has the snark gene.