This book began to write itself after my wife and I took a ghost walk in New Orleans that ended up in the attic of a bar where a brutal murder took place. I say it wrote itself because as I was writing I found out things about my characters that I hadn't known before I began. My writing led me down paths that I had not thought of taking.

I have said this book is recommended for mature readers . . . yet so many of the books out today (the paperback racks at the airport for instance) are filled with violence and language that I have some difficulty writing. What do you feel about that? Do you remember the days when murders took place off-screen and husbands and wives slept in separate beds? I don't feel a need to go back that far, but at times I'd rather suggest evil or describe it without documenting each splatter of blood.

I would love to hear from readers about this book.

Mahalo.