March Madness, April Showers

Crying Call has been out for a couple months now, and as the weather begins to warm up, that means we’re heading toward market season. Now begins the difficult time management of working on my next novel (Drawing Dead) while getting out there and marketing my finished works. I’ve already managed to have several good outings.

My best sales day ever happened about a month ago at Blake’s Boozy Book Fest. I have to hand it to Blake’s — their six-hour ticketed event was hands down the most fun and best organized book event I’ve ever been to. I’m not sure when their next book event will be, but I hope I’m invited to that one too. For the record, I sold ten copies of my crossword puzzle book, and sixty total books from the Thomas Vale series.

Meanwhile, Blake’s also has a monthly book club, and they selected Crying Call as their current read. I’ll be going there Wednesday night to meet the club, answer questions, and probably sign some books for them. I’ve never done a solo author signing before, and I’m looking forward to it. Actually, I have two solo signings this month, because I’ll be doing a signing at Calliope Bookshelf in Washington, MI on April 18th. More on that in the next post.

Next Saturday, the 11th, I’ll be at the Washtenaw County Fairgrounds, a little southwest of Ann Arbor, for “Books in the Barn,” which I understand is sort of like a Boozy Book Fair without the open bar.

Probably the coolest thing that happened was when I went back to the Third Coast Book Fest in Grand Haven, MI. Last year was their debut year, and I was there for it — it’s where I made my first ever sales at a public event. Three hundred sixty-four days later, Becka was able to come with me this time. She took the picture below.

It’s a picture of me standing with Debra, the first person who ever bought a book from me at a book event. She came up to the table this year, told me how much she enjoyed Blood Game, and promptly bought Crying Call. Guess I owe it to her to finish Drawing Dead on time, so she can finish the trilogy next year!

I Hope I’m Not a Prophet

Crying Call officially comes out tomorrow! February 3rd, 2026. Last chance to pre-order the book … after today, you’re just regular ordering it. Why on a Tuesday? There’s no rule about releasing new books or albums or other art on Tuesdays — that just seems to be how it’s done. I have no reason to deviate.

I first began outlining and then writing the first draft over three years ago. My Dad, before he passed away in June 2023, got to read the first two-thirds of it, and of course I told him how it would end. I just didn’t write fast enough for him to experience it himself. I can tell you he loved the ending, though he never did read it firsthand.

I sculpted the plot with trepidation, to tell the truth. What I’m about to say isn’t really a spoiler, because you can read the book blurb on Amazon, or Barnes & Noble, or my own website of course, but — the bad guys are a cabal of white supremacist cops. They are led by a mysterious figure whose existence can’t even be verified. Figuring out who he really is and the nature of his ultimate plan is the mystery driving the fast-paced plot.

I was worried that this premise might bother people. After all, I’ve known a lot of cops in my life. Half of my childhood coaches and sports officials. Members of my family. Friends of the family. A couple of guys I went to high school with. And all of them, without exception, are terrific men. Of course, we all know there are plenty of bad cops out there too, and the bigger the city, the more likely it seems you’ll find them. But I still worry that some people will interpret my book as me having a low opinion of police. For the record: that is definitely not the case.

I’ve been watching the news lately, and like most rational people, I despise the extremes to which ICE and its “recent deputies” are acting. I especially don’t like the way they are permitted to conduct their raids while wearing masks, and not identifying themselves. Quite a few “patriotic citizens” have volunteered to join up with these raiding parties, and I think the masks are the main reason for it.

The fact that they can’t be held personally accountable for what they do enables them to take vile actions they would be afraid to do otherwise. This amounts to tacit approval of the underlying racism and xenophobia that has driven many of them to leap at the chance to hurt the kinds of people they never liked, but could never get away with attacking before.

So let’s just be clear. I have a high opinion of the police, FBI, and fully trained immigration and border patrol officers. The people I have a low opinion of are the cowards who’ve been joining ICE recently, who meet very low requirements, and who go through very little training, to earn the privilege of bullying all the people on whom they blame their sad life’s failures.

They remind me of the villains in Crying Call.

I used to be worried the premise of my book would bother people. But now when I watch the news, I feel differently. Now, I wish I’d been wrong. Crying Call feels almost prophetic. In addition to their bigoted mindset, the villains use certain techniques and technologies that … well, I don’t want to give too much away. Let’s just say some of the things they’re planning, and the tech they’re using, might have seemed far-fetched ten years ago. But in 2026, it’s all completely realistic.

The events of my book are fiction — and I sincerely hope they continue to be fiction.

Thomas Vale returns as the hero of the piece, now more confident and established within Homeland Security than he was in Blood Game. His partner is the unforgettable “Dell” Nguyen, an agent on loan from the NSA. Dell might be the world’s greatest hacker, but he’d rather be drumming in a New Orleans second line. He gives the story heart and humor, and I promise you’ll be rooting for him the way you rooted for Sondra in Blood Game.

I do a few daring literary things in this book as well. In a few places, I change the voice of the narrative to a younger tone in scenes where the first-person narrator is a boy. There’s also a short chapter near the end with Haudenosaunee spiritual significance, somewhere between prose and poetry, that my children (Mike, Katie, and Matt) helped me write. I thank them for their help in the Acknowledgements near the end of the book.

This is the best work I’ve ever written. Expect realistic science, good detective work, Native American culture and lore, a dash of romance, and veritable gut-punches of heartbreak, pain, struggle, inspiration, and revelation. And most importantly … Action, Action, Action!

I hope you enjoy it.

–Jeffe

By the Way … Another Fun Milestone!

I forgot to mention something cool that happened. A few week-ends ago, while Becka and I were doing a book signing table in Flint, a reader asked to have a picture taken with me. Thank you, Rae Lynn! This is my first ever requested photo with a fan.

I wouldn’t have guessed it a year ago, introverted as I am, that I would come to really enjoy book signings. I love meeting these brave souls who’ve offered me the chance to entertain them. And every once in a while, a reader or two comes up just to tell me how much they enjoyed the books, or how good it felt to see themselves represented, or to ask where the characters and story lines are going next. And that just makes my day.

By the way, the Flint Farmer’s Market was terrific, and I plan to do it at least one more time this year. December, maybe. I’m not just talking about my turnout — the market itself is exceptional, in my opinion. It’s got some of the best food vendors I’ve seen at any local market, plus a few shops with interesting arrays of kitsch, memorabilia, and just cool swag. Worth the drive up from Motown, or maybe as a stop along the way on a daytrip to Frankenmuth.