Publishing is a devilish business.  Naughtiness is everywhere.  For example:

The Devil Went Down To Georgia is a song the Boss always wanted to learn to play on the violin.  Everyone knows what happened in Georgia.  But what happened when...

The Devil went down to Nevada?

Kristie Leigh Maguire was inspired to write things like this.  No wonder it's so hot in Vegas. 

The Devil went down to Florida?

Men were exposed by Barbara Silkstone in her book.  A lot of men were exposed.  A lot.  So many that she had to rename the book and re-release it.  That's a hot title. 

The Devil went down to Reading?

Lisa C. Hinsley described the horror hiding in the woods.    Who knew Old Wily had an English accent? 

The Devil went back in time?

Baseball was never the same.  John Fitch V should know, because he's a Boston fan and we all know they'll do anything to win.

The Devil went down to Los Angeles?

No one noticed.  It was just another day in Los Angeles; murders, attempted murders, bad cops, good cops, hookers, tramps, truck drivers, music loving taxi drivers and out of town teachers who just want to go home and get off their feet, in Emjae Edwards' sixth book. 

The Devil went down to New Mexico?

Children disappeared and racism raised its ugly head in Michael E. Benson's upcoming release Alvarado's Woman - A Frank Petrovic Mystery.  If you read Openers, you'll want to read this.  Coming August 9th.

The Devil went down to Kansas? 

He died of boredom.  But you won't, if you read Raw, Steven L. Revare's ode to the Sunflower State, dairies, accounting, lactivism, bad marriages and following one's dream.  Coming in September.

These great writers don't all belong to Inknbeans, but they've contributed in one way or another to our growing success.  Drop in, take a look at their work, and have the Devil's own time with them.

On a Heavenly note, spend yesterday with the Boss and Manservant!Geeves.  Brunch at Red Robin, then a drive along Cajalco Expressway which was anything but express, meandering through rolling hillsides of gold and old trees, and literally stumbling onto the sapphire blueness of Lake Mathews.  Later, sitting in the mildness of the evening in their back garden, watching the sky turn aquamarine and pink, and then very, very black.  Thanks, Boss, I had a great time.

Hope all of you do, too.

BGP