LIFE__ Nick DeLeon's a southron man, with a home on Colonial Lake, as the Charleston Peninsula divides, part of the SOB section.
This historic district near Charleston Battery reflects not virtue, but stressed beauty and buttery low-country wives. Eleven acres of James Isle swamp raised Nick - - cotton-mouth swamp, gator-tail and a whiskey still. Three dim years in Kabul and 4 on NYPD Vice confirmed mans corruption.
His wife Eves' family sailed the Ashley River before the first slaves; half starved , the other half learned to grow **TABACHI** from the Red-man, became and stayed wealthy -- those not slaughtered at Shiloh or Stones River. She gave him coltish daughter and son for which her heart rules.
Can't forget Nicks three off-center pals, a Ta-Ching_56, affection for all matters technical and a partner who never saw a man she didn't enjoy -- shooting.
The author promises darkside hardboil scrolled in textboxes -- some .MIDs perhaps -- altogether, the reading effort mimics breathing beneath a mud-pond. Welcome to Nicks world and narration, unordered in time yet capturing meter of Charlestons life. You will find no explicit gore, no porn and spare potty-mouth as Nick DeLeon is a gentleman. However the crime stories reflect adult themes not intended for children.
NAME__ Nick DeLeon
WHEN IT RAINS IN SEATTLE
Seattle photos courtesy of J. Simonson
PATRIOTS POINT BLONDE
Time courtesy MTPro
and moonrise courtesy of MMyers