When Jane Hepburn, author of a not-too-successful series of mystery novels, decides to attend a festival for crime fiction writers, the last thing she expects to find is an actual murder victim. Sneaking into the main festival tent at 5 a.m., she stumbles on the sight of her agent, Carrie Marks, lying dead on the ground. Is it a feeble publicity stunt? Not likely, since there’s a very real dagger sticking out of the woman’s chest.
If one of the cardinal rules of fiction is to “write what you know,” then Nevin certainly seems to have taken this advice to heart. “E.C. Nevin” is actually a pseudonym of an ex-publishing professional who focused on the crime/thriller genre. She’s obviously poured a lot of professional and personal experience into her work here.
