The gay, New Orleans aristocrat, Matt Sinclair, solves a murder of a supposedly straight family man in the men's foom of a gay bar. Nominated for an edgar. The New York Times Book Review said, "A first in mystery fiction."

It was a great honor ro be born on the same day in the same country as President Carter, and I am also thrilled he selected my birthday to be his. You know, I'm glad providence tapped the other child born ten miles away to become the thirty-ninth president of the United States. I don't think I would have had nearly as much fun being president. Maybe you will agree after reading my story.

Jim Ludwig was born in Wisconsin in 1928. He worked his way through college and started as a laborer in the Climax Mine, worked his way through the ranks, eventually retiring while a Senior VP for operations, engineering and exploration. He founded the Pleasant Avenue Nursery which propagates Native plants for Colorado's high Altitudes. Now retired, he has become a writer, publishing numerous essays and two books.

Taylor is assigned to solve the case of the Manchester Ripper, but with events also unfolding in the States revealing uncanny similarities, could there be two serial killers at large playing out some perverse game of death? With the aid of her American counterpart, Taylor must battle her compunction to drink whilst carrying the burden of an expectant public, to arrest and bring to justice, Manchester's very own serial killer.

Life is an adventure to be tasted, touched, and experienced. It is my hope that you will find the short stories in this collection enjoyable and fun.

Recipe for the apocalypse: * Four parts Horsemen of the Apocalypse * Three drops of bathtub LSD * A handful of sexual perverts * Garnish with a bunch of really hot pissed-off militant lesbians * Add a splash of savior approved Red Bull Shake or stir, just don't upset junk-monkey Phil in the process. Serve to the demons that are currently invading the Earth. You think you know how the world ends? You don't know shit!