Follow the Dotted Line
Andrea Bravos is dazed and amazed when a Styrofoam burger box with her ex's ashes arrives in the mail. Her adventure to find out what happened will upset officials of several small countries, insult the founders of three major religions, give her four adult children acid reflux, and lead her to assault with a deadly golf club.
In the process, she will joyfully drag along her soft-spoken but fearsome accountant, while trying to fend off her mooch of a nephew. It’s a convoluted and quixotic caper, but it all comes together in the end—even the avocados, World War II spy, IRS agent, palm reader, and deadly spider.
Move over Marple and Plum, here comes Andy!
Introducing the Andrea Bravos Mystery Series.
Award-winning writer Nancy Hersage has written for ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS. She has also won five national awards in play writing and her work has been produced on three continents and by the Kennedy Center. Her novels include the new coming of age mystery for Baby Boomers, Follow the Dotted Line, winner of the Kindle Scout award, and Tribunal, a suspense novel about sex trafficking, published by OnlineOriginals.com in London. She lives in LA.
A Wily Mystery: Funny and Satirical with a Plot-Perfect
Train Wreck Ending
Award-winning playwright and television writer Nancy Hersage
is at her best in this funny, original and oddly irresistible new mystery novel,
Follow the Dotted Line. Fueled by quirky dialogue and a fast-paced narrative,
this ‘did-she-do-it?’ has a plot that rarely stops twisting and characters who can’t
stop screwing up. It’s wily, it’s witty, and it’s full of observations about
adolescence, middle-aged family life, and the pain of growing old and
irrelevant. It’s more than a mystery; it’s a satirical tour de force, taking on
a whole herd of America’s sacred cows. I don’t always agree with Hersage’s
observations, but I have to give her credit for her Hollywood skills. The book
is sort of like watching one of those cinematic train wrecks: artfully set up,
inevitable and so satisfying you just can’t stop reading.
B. L. Mack