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A romantic adventure set in Mazatl\u00e1n, Mexico amid the world’s third largest Carnival celebration and violence and corruption with a uniquely Mexican feel. Mundo Carrasco, baseball hero turned journalist, isn’t in danger from the “narco” cartels, or whoever murdered the Mayor–it’s the woman he longs for that will get him dead if he doesn’t watch out.If anybody wondered why star journalist Mundo Carrasco would stop investigating Mazatlan\u2019s drug lords and politicos in order to run the shady new puppet mayor\u2019s press relations, then they had never been to bed with the scorching, amoral, monumental Mijares. Mazatlan\u2019s huge, blaring Carnival became the greatest time Mundo had lived since his days as a local baseball hero: access to the real power and closeted skeletons, a political future of his own, and\u2026mostly\u2026the perfect flesh of Mijares. Then the mayor beats up his wife, the city government starts to unravel into scandal and panic, and they start killing people\u2013with Mundo right up there on their list. Tumbling through the tumult of Carnival, mob violence, narco suites and wretched bulldozed hovels, musical mayhem, his own corruption, and three women who want to reclaim his soul for his own good and their own purposes, Mundo is either sorting himself out or getting totally mixed up\u2026if he comes out of it with his damaged scruples and bruised hide intact.<\/p>\n

\u201cSweet Spot\u201d is a valentine to the eight years I lived on a hill right above the throbbing heart of Mazatlan\u2019s carnival celebration, wrote for local newspapers, and hung out with the local musicians, athletes, cops and criminals.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n