Dames, booze and murder is the oldest story in the book; but this time, it happens too fast to Nora Delaney, who is a notorious, womanizing college basketball coach. After her ex is found murdered, Nora chases the scent all the way from Los Angeles to Tulsa to find some right angles in this nasty business only to be waylaid by a gorgeous, gin-swilling skirt who has information as well as an appetite for women like Nora. Femme Noir is full of cock-eyed optimism, vivid sexual fantasy, tough broads and big babes who know their ways around drinks, trash talk and murder. If you enjoy satire, you'll have fun with this book. Femme Noir is intended as a wry homage to retro outlooks of a bygone tough guy/femme fatale age. In this book is something to offend everyone.

"I was forty-six when I left the big city for the Big Easy. They say New Orleans is like a woman, beautiful, deceitful, and deadly. All I know is, I had to leave Los Angeles on the run and The Crescent City beckoned like a broad on her back.” In the sequel to Femme Noir, Nora Delaney has returned to her job as a college basketball coach in Los Angeles. When she beats up a rival coach on national television, she is fired and flees to a tiny town outside New Orleans to take refuge with her cousin Ellis Delaney and his wife. Working at Ellis’ pawn shop, Nora meets Cleo Sweetleaf, who becomes a mentor and a second father. While Nora takes stock of her life, her everlasting hunger for strange women causes trouble from sunup to sundown. When Cleo is murdered, Nora, spurred on by revenge, is drawn into solving the crime. But after being beaten and left bleeding in an alley, Nora might not solve the mystery alive.