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"Life isn't all hearts and flowers. It's pain and suffering too. It's dirty little secrets buried deep in the muck and mire where the grubs and worms feed. Secrets I unbury." ~ Rachel Cord, Confidential Investigations
Four Full-Length Novels: This boxed set includes Books 1-4 of the Rachel Cord Confidential Investigations series and the Rachel Cord short story Hangman’s Oak as well as a first look at Book 5 in the series, “Where the Hell is Tessa Ryker?”.
LIFE’S A BITCH. SO AM I. (Book 1)
Hard-boiled, private detective Rachel Cord pursues multiple threads seeking a runaway teen and why gay performers are being beaten at Miss Kitty's Kathouse Kabaret. Threads that twist and bind Rachel within a tight cord of lost love, child pornography, rape, murder and near insanity.
STILL A BITCH (Book 2)
Private detective Rachel Cord chases multiple threads through a labyrinth of missing persons, buried bodies, sex, new love, and an ex-lover who may be a serial killer. Threads that threaten to bind Rachel within a tight cord preventing her from getting the answers she needs and saving the woman she loves.
BAD BITCH BLUES (Book 3)
Life’s never easy. It’s rarely fair. In fact, Life’s a crapshoot. We don’t know the result until we roll the dice. But what happens when the dice roll says someone wants you dead?
QUEEN OF TARTS (Book 4)
Is it possible to go home again? Rachel Cord must decide if she can face old demons, old prejudices, or lose the love of her life.
“Remember, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”
It's that killing part that worries me, Rachel thought.
HANGMAN’S OAK (A Rachel Cord Confidential Investigations short story)
On Oct. 1, 1947, Paul Jasper Monroe was lynched at Hangman’s Oak. He was a decorated WWII veteran. He was Black. He was also Gay. Despite rumors, no one was ever arrested. Sixty-eight years later on the anniversary of Monroe’s murder, George Armstrong Cutter, often suspected as one of the killers, was found hanging from Hangman’s Oak. Revenge or Justice?
WHERE THE HELL IS TESSA RYKER? (Excerpt from Book 5)
Tessa Ryker saw the man who killed her family. Now she’s running scared, looking for a place to hide, to disappear. Everyone’s after her: the police, the killer and newly-hired Rachel Cord and her Confidential Investigations team.
|Publisher:||R. E. Conary|
|File size:||764 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
I write many types of stories but mainly gritty, hard-boiled novels about private detective Rachel Cord. She's a what-you-see-is-what-you-get woman who's not afraid to take chances or make mistakes and is willing to let the reader into her darkest moments as well as her accomplishments. It's her openness, more than anything, that makes her different from other hard-boiled characters. She holds nothing back. I've always liked PI stories. There's a crime to solve that invites reader participation. The main characters are mostly mavericks who won't be pigeonholed. The stories are usually first-person POV. What you see is what you get. It's the type I enjoy most as a reader. And Rachel plays fair with her readers--they know everything she does--letting them solve the mystery as quickly--often more quickly--as she does. I wanted a modern-day Cyrano de Bergerac to stride through Raymond Chandler's mean streets taking on any odds, yet humanly flawed and tender within. I got a lesbian James Rockford. Rachel's much like those tough independent women I enjoyed on afternoon TV: Hepburn, Dietrich, Roz Russell, Jean Arthur, Bette Davis, Joan Crawford. And also my mother who worked in a man's profession, yet kept her feminine side, and liked her humor served dry with a wry twist. My influences include J. A. Jance, Lawrence Block, John D. MacDonald, Stephen J. Cannell, Edmond Rostand, Raymond Chandler, Fritz Leiber, Keith Laumer, Aristophanes, Walt Whitman, Chekov, Kafka, Hemingway, Steinbeck...my list is endless because every author, whether I've read his or her works or not, whether I liked his or her works or not; every writer, every scribe, who ever typed, penned, incised a word, a line, are as much a part of me, my DNA, as the Conarys, Dames, Longs, Fullers, Cousins, Chiltons on back to that first amoeba that tweaked to life in the long forgotten primordial ooze.