|About the Book|
Meet Iris Grenadine. Working as an investigative journalist for the Chicago Daily Standard—when she isn’t otherwise engaged in covering parades and grand openings—Iris has a nose for news, a high fashion sense, and a love of hotrods.It’s the summerMoreMeet Iris Grenadine. Working as an investigative journalist for the Chicago Daily Standard—when she isn’t otherwise engaged in covering parades and grand openings—Iris has a nose for news, a high fashion sense, and a love of hotrods.It’s the summer of 1955, and nothing’s going to stop Iris from finding out who murdered the mayor’s right-hand man in a house of prostitution run by the mob … except for a rugged homicide detective, a smooth-talking private eye, rival journalists, her editor, her publisher, assorted floozies, crooked politicians, and two well-armed mobsters.Iris isn’t supposed to be investigating a murder. Instead, she’s been assigned to write a fluff piece about a rockabilly singer named Elvis Presley, in town to sign with a local record company. Sad to say, she has more important things to do than babysit the swaggering hunk, like chasing after an exclusive and the byline to go with it.Iris is on a mission: to right the wrongs, defend the innocent, and memorialize the dead. One story at a time. Using her pen as a sword, her purse as a lethal weapon, and a two-shot derringer as her backup.Soon one murder turns into two. Two murders turn into three. And Iris finds herself on the trail of a serial murder who will stop at nothing to escape discovery.The number of suspects grows longer than a laundry list: the victim’s trophy wife, the wife’s mystery lover, a tart with a golden heart, the tart’s childhood sweetheart, the mayor, a city alderman, and the boss of the Chicago mob.Armed with more brains, brazenness, brunette beauty, and brass-neck guts than a bangtail at the racetrack, Iris races around the city interviewing suspects, gathering evidence, chasing down testimony, and getting into more romantic clinches, flirty banter, and life-threatening trouble than any one woman can handle.Brought up on the mean streets of Chicago, Iris can hold her own except when it comes to sexy men. She has a thing for Pascal Pennyroyal, homicide detective at the bloodiest precinct in town. Then along comes private eye Richard Starr, a mystery man with a past who always seems to be one step ahead of Iris.Take the wackiest ride ever with Iris Grenadine in this humorous mystery filled with more fun than the law allows.* * *Not a day passes that somebody doesn’t ask how I first met the king of rock ‘n’ roll. What do I tell them? I tell them it’s a long story, but it all started with the green-eyed dick.So opens The Green-Eyed Dick, the debut book of the Iris Grenadine Mystery series. Now read the rest of the story.