Two women and a child are murdered. Dust, who unknowingly set them up, returns to Berkeley to find the killer. With his old buddy Karma in tow, Dust discovers that one of the culprits was Vollmer, a ruthless hired gun working for Dust’s former boss, Rico. When Vollmer finds out Dust is in town the hunt becomes mutual.
In this, the third book of the Uncle Dust series, old debts are paid and new ones incurred. Brutish, dangerous men lurk in every corner and slaughter runs rampant.
Abductions and Confrontations.
Praise for BLOOD BY CHOICE:
“There are writers who take the language of the gutter and elevate it to a tarnished gospel. Rob Pierce is one of those rare authors who does that effortlessly.” —S.A. Cosby, author of Blacktop Wasteland
“Rob Pierce is not afraid to write noir. We’re talking bad men with bad pasts who aren’t afraid to do bad things. In the hands of a lesser writer, this would devolve into something unreadable, but Rob is not a lesser writer. His dialogue crackles and hooks you, while never veering into clichés, and his characters, the bad ones and the badder ones, all are imbued with a level of humanity which pulls you into Blood By Choice from the opening character. You might not fully like Dust, but I guarantee you’ll follow him as he cuts a path of vengeance through the Oakland landscape.” —Hector Acosta, author of Hardway and Edgar nominee
“There are writers who will make you feel better about this world. They write novels with uplifting messages. Eat, Pray, Love or some shit. I don’t read those fucking novels. Because that isn’t the world I see. Rob Pierce gets the world I see; it’s a world that owes you nothing and gives you even less. His Dust is a miserable, violent, disturbed bastard who drinks too much and fucks the wrong way; his best efforts will always hurt the ones he loves. I don’t know Elizabeth Gilbert. Maybe she’s delightful. But if I am having a drink, it isn’t chardonnay after yoga. I want a double scotch on the rocks and to wake up in an alley with unique bruises, and, if I’m lucky, a brand-new STD. For all the losers, troublemakers, and assholes who will never fit in, thank God (or the other guy) for Rob Pierce.” —Joe Clifford, author of The Lakehouse
“Rob Pierce gives you no time to get reacquainted with Uncle Dust with his latest, Blood By Choice, because he lights the fuse right away. The result is the beat-down, junked-up, sideways shit-uation you’ve come to expect from the master of hardboiled, low-life noir author of Uncle Dust, Tommy Shakes, and With the Right Enemies. Go ahead and re-shelve your Parker novels in the kiddie lit section; it’s time to make room for Dust.” —Eryk Pruitt, author of Dirtbags and What We Reckon
“Anyone who believes revenge is a dish best served cold has never read Rob Pierce. He serves it up hot. And nasty. It’s also said a man heading off on a journey of vengeance should begin by digging two graves. Having just finished Blood by Choice, I’d call that number a bit low.” —David Corbett, award-winning author of The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday
“With Blood By Choice Rob Pierce reasserts himself as one of Noir’s underground heroes. Tough, taut, and will get your attention like brass knuckles to the face. Good thing we’re all used to washing our hands a lot, because you’ll need to after this gritty dive into a world of dirty dealings and vicious revenge.” —Eric Beetner, author of All The Way Down
“Pierce returns with his favorite felon, Uncle Dust and builds the East Bay body count one terrible twist at a time.” —Tom Pitts, author of Coldwater
“Rob Pierce—The Grand Poobah of Nasty Noir—closes out his Dust To Dust Trilogy (or whatever the $@&% he’s calling it) with Blood By Choice—an absolute shotgun blast to the gut of a crime novel.” —Todd Robinson, author of Rough Trade