Nick Mallespina is a simple guy, trying to make a life for himself. He's not tall or good looking or all that in shape, well, rotund is a shape, but he has the chance to own a little bar on Miami Beach in 1999 at the tender age of twenty-six.

The bar wasn't much, couple pool tables, cement floors, busted front window, but the location couldn't be beat, and let's face it, a guy like Nick with his less than stellar education and zero contacts had to take his shot when he could.

Sure, buying the bar took up what was left of his mother's life insurance policy. He'd a rather that she hadn't died when he was fifteen, but at least she'd made it so he had a chance to do something with his life. And yes there was a balloon payment he needed to come up with in short order, but the Super Bowl was coming to Miami that year, everything was going to be fine.

Wasn't it?

With characters as vividly drawn as the colors of the Miami skyline, The Russian with the Jersey Accent is a book for readers who like their narrators to be a little sarcastic and extremely irreverent, their stories to be fast paced, and their crime fiction to have a touch of the ridiculous.