Tasmanian Noir is now a thing, or so I’m told. But what I write is more Tasmanian Blah than Noir.
Judge for yourself. I’m offering an digital version of my new 62,000-word novel, Who Knew Tasmanian Tigers Eat Apples! free to members on my mailing list.
IN A NUTSHELL: The mayor of Windy Mountain thinks he can defy public opposition and rip out his historic orchard, but he hasn’t counted on the reaction of Tasmanian tiger hunter Moose Routley. AUSTRALIAN HUMOUR WITH A FEW DASHES OF MYSTERY: 62,000 words.