Butch Fatale, Dyke Dick - Double D Double Cross
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BUTCH FATALE, DYKE DICK - DOUBLE D DOUBLE CROSS
A full-length novel.
Butch Fatale is a fast-talking, skirt-chasing, two-fisted lesbian private investigator with an insatiable appetite for two things — women and trouble.
It started off easy. A little lost femme, a heartbroken butch and fat roll of bills. But when the beautiful corpses start stacking up, Butch realizes she’s got enemies in high places and the Armenian mob measuring her for a plot in the Glendale Cemetery.
PRAISE FOR CHRISTA FAUST
“Christa Faust is a Veronica in a world of Betties” - Quentin Tarantino, director of INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS
“A new young tiger…the ‘First Lady’ of Hard Case Crime.” - Richard S. Prather, author of the Shell Scott novels.
PRAISE FOR BUTCH FATALE
"...as funny, tough and sharp as the PIs of the golden era." - Spinetingler Magazine
"... a clever, horny and affectionate send-up, as well as a straight up pure pulp tale of one of the most kickass and randy gumshoes ... " Thrilling Detective
"Faust's main character is what a small-town butch like myself aspires to be: confident, cocky, masculine, and sensitive all in one package." - Velvetpark.com
"Dirty, disgraceful and dangerously dark - this is not a book to lend to your mother. Unless you're my kid..." Val McDermid, author of The Retribution
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christa Faust is the author of eleven novels, including Choke Hold, Money Shot, and Hoodtown. Money Shot was nominated for an Edgar award, Anthony award and Barry award, and won a Spinetingler award in the ‘Rising Star’ category. She also writes media tie-ins, including the Scribe award winning novelization of Snakes on a Plane.
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