Tag-Line: “Together but alone, Frank and Greta struggle to protect those they hold dear from both real-world mobsters and the unearthly monsters haunting the Rustbelt.”
Blurb: The Sultan, a drug kingpin with otherworldly mojo, is on the hunt, collecting debts. Which sends punk rocker Greta scrambling to save her hapless boyfriend. But all’s not lost. She’s got a wicked pair of Doc Martin’s: superb footwear for butt-kicking. And best of all, she’s got Frank, father of her junior high choir director, an ironworker whom the Sultan mistakes for a dimwitted pushover. He’s not. Because Frank has a burning desire to see his little princess’s youth orchestra concert, and he’ll smash through bedrock to get there… even though he hates that highfalutin Mozart crap. Problem is, Greta and Frank are stuck between a brewing modern-day wildcat strike and a 1966 racial uprising, placing years, firebombers, disgruntled hardhats, beleaguered shop owners, and the Sultan’s horde—dragons, demon bikers, Nazi stormtroopers, and whatnot—between Frank and his seat in the concert hall. Lacking superpowers but full of grit, determination, and moxie, they’ll claw their way back, or die trying.
Frank Meets Greta And The Voodoo Curse is book one of the Shantytown Voodoo books, a trio of stand-alone a character-driven magical realist novels. This novel addresses racism and the hard-scrabble life of America’s working-class using (and abusing) tropes from urban fantasy, horror, and crime fiction.
Nathan says:
I like the image, but the type treatment (a) is a complete impediment to reading comprehension, and (b) messes with the image beneath it.
Two-toned type is always tempting, but I don’t see one use in a hundred that isn’t a problem.
My suggestion: Right-justify the title and leave it all in light tones. That alone will do wonders for the cover.
Other suggestions?