The cops blow it off, another Black transgender woman who surprised a customer with what was under the dress—bad luck she was pushed out of the car and then hit by another vehicle. But Micky Knight witnessed it, crossing the street at the right—or wrong—time, only yards away from what didn't look at all like an accident to her. The woman was dressed more like a librarian than a sex worker. It's not her case, she was just walking home from a local bar. No ID was found on the victim, and the only clue is an appointment card with cryptic initials, CJ at CC. Micky has a good idea what they mean—Cordelia James at CrescentCare, a local health clinic that sees many transgender clients. Cordelia, a doctor and her ex. Micky doesn't want to get involved, but there will be no justice if she doesn't. As she investigates, she uncovers a family in turmoil and ugly secrets—ones people will kill for.

It’s just one more body in one more destroyed house. In New Orleans, after Katrina, there are thousands of destroyed houses and hundreds of body yet to be found. Can one more matter? It does to Micky Knight as she takes on the search to find out who the woman was and why she might have died there. But is Micky searching for justice or just doing anything to avoid confronting the ways Katrina destroyed everything that had tied her to New Orleans? Micky’s investigation leads to a tangle of greed and deceit that stretches back generations. Someone is using the destruction wrought by the flooding to finish what was started a hundred years ago. To stop them Micky will have to risk not just her life, but any chance to reconnect with Cordelia and rebuild the life she had before Katrina. But if she doesn’t stop them, a young teen whose only crime was wanting to help the destroyed city, will be the next body left in an abandoned house. The sixth book in the Micky Knight mystery series.About the Author.M. Redmann has written five novels, all featuring New Orleans private detective Michele “Micky” Knight. Her third book, The Intersection of Law & Desire won a Lambda Literary Award. Lost Daughters and Deaths Of Jocasta were also nominated for Lambda Literary Awards. She currently resides in New Orleans.

In the Big Easy, nothing comes easy, not life, not love . . . not justice. Two cases, one involving an innocent young girl and the other a jaded sophisticate who thinks the rules don't apply to her, lead Micky Knight to a tawdry bar where two streets intersect, the corner of Law and Desire. When Micky finds out what is hidden in the dark rooms behind the bar's façade, she will do anything to make it stop . . . anything.J.M. Redmann is the author of four Micky Knight mysteries. A trade paper edition of Lost Daughters will be available from Bywater Books in the spring of 2005 and a new Micky Knight that fall.**

Micky Knight just had to get into a butch pissing contest with the journalist partner of a famous doctor working with her lover, Cordelia James, to prove that the skills of a reporter are of no use to a P.I. Now she's stuck with a drop-dead gorgeous assistant and the case of a dying gay man looking for a child he might have fathered. These chains of events--and an act of nature--will tear Micky's life apart in ways that may never be put back together. Fifth in the Lambda Award-winning Micky Knight mystery series. **

A woman wants to find her missing sister. That should be easy for an experienced PI like Micky Knight. Until the woman—or someone who looks like her—ends up in the morgue. Micky finds herself in a tangled mess, not knowing who the real victim is, or how her name keeps coming up in places it shouldn't. Like newly minted Realtor Karen Holloway's house sale papers, as the contact for another missing buyer, one who looks a lot like Micky's client. The same woman? The sister?Micky has to uncover what the game is and who's playing. Because the stakes are murder.

The cops blow it off, another Black transgender woman who surprised a customer with what was under the dress—bad luck she was pushed out of the car and then hit by another vehicle. But Micky Knight witnessed it, crossing the street at the right—or wrong—time, only yards away from what didn't look at all like an accident to her. The woman was dressed more like a librarian than a sex worker. It's not her case, she was just walking home from a local bar. No ID was found on the victim, and the only clue is an appointment card with cryptic initials, CJ at CC. Micky has a good idea what they mean—Cordelia James at CrescentCare, a local health clinic that sees many transgender clients. Cordelia, a doctor and her ex. Micky doesn't want to get involved, but there will be no justice if she doesn't. As she investigates, she uncovers a family in turmoil and ugly secrets—ones people will kill for.

Michele “Micky” Knight, a New Orleans PI, meets an out-of-town team of investigators who are working a human trafficking case. They want someone local to show them around. It sounds easy, and a woman with smiling green eyes is asking. But it stays easy only if Micky stops asking questions—and she’s never been good at that. What starts out as a tourist tour of the underside of New Orleans turns into a risky game of cat and mouse, and twists even further as Micky is caught between the good guys and the bad guys, each willing to do whatever it takes—including getting rid of an inconvenient PI—to achieve their ends. Who can she trust? And who’s trying to kill her? The eighth Micky Knight mystery.

First, do no harm. But as New Orleans PI Micky Knight discovers, not every health care provider follows that dictum. She stumbles into a tangle of the true believers to the criminally callous, who use the suffering of others for their twisted ends. In a city slowly rebuilding after Katrina, one of the most devastated areas is health care, and the gaps in service are wide enough for the snake oil salesmen—and the snakes themselves—to crawl through. The seventh Micky Knight mystery.

Micky Knight, a hard-hitting, tough-talking dyke detective, has been hired to provide security for a party at an old country mansion. It should be easy—a perfect spring evening, mild weather, and women everywhere. Suddenly another woman shows up—brutally murdered, left to die in the surrounding woods. The police find a prime suspect when the body of yet another victim is found in the clinic of Dr. Cordelia James, a woman whom Micky has a very personal reason to defend. Micky struggles against demons, past and present, in her death-defying search for the murderer.The Second Micky Knight Mystery

Micky Knight reluctantly takes on two cases, one for money, one for pity. The first is a trawl though archives to solve a century old murder for an arrogant grandson who thinks riches should absolve his family of any sins. The other, to answer a mother’s anguish as she tries to understand her daughter’s suicide. Micky sees no happy ending to either case; the dusty pages of history aren’t going to give up their secrets after holding them for so long. And even if she finds answers for the mother’s questions, nothing will bring her daughter back. But as Micky discovers, the past is never past and a young girl can lead a complicated, even dangerous, life. The secrets, both past and present, are meant to remain hidden—only the first murder is hard. The rest come easy. A Micky Knight Mystery.

Women. Crime. Justice. At least the search for it. On the mean streets, the back allies, the dark corners.These are stories of tough women in hard places. The nights are long, the women are fast, and danger is always a short block or quick minute away. Edited by award winning author/editors J.M. Redmann and Greg Herren, Women of the Mean Streets is an anthology of some of the top, tough women crime writers today, noir stories with a lesbian twist.

First, do no harm. But as New Orleans PI Micky Knight discovers, not every health care provider follows that dictum. She stumbles into a tangle of the true believers to the criminally callous, who use the suffering of others for their twisted ends. In a city slowly rebuilding after Katrina, one of the most devastated areas is health care, and the gaps in service are wide enough for the snake oil salesmen—and the snakes themselves—to crawl through. The seventh Micky Knight mystery.