Someone is writing steamy “bodice ripper” romance novels that look a lot like Bible stories. Someone calling himself Derk Saintly.<br/><br/>The Church says it’s obscene and must be stopped. He’s just getting started.<br/><br/>Welcome to the world of Jack Sweeney and his wingman Gawsh Carver, two last in their class, down on their luck, troublemaking misfits who first, as teenagers, then as law school grads, and later as street-smart lawyers, can’t help but throw a monkey wrench into the plans of organized religion.<br/><br/>Here you’ll meet: Father Dawdle, the Jesuit word smith and soft-spoken renegade priest; Wade Sinclair, shock jock turned radio televangelist, Adi Foyle, an old school journalist in a media world which no longer values the truth; Coco Crispe´, the former exotic dancer with a French Caribbean accent turned steely eyed trial attorney; Parker Jeffries, the cold and calculating consigliere of the Christian Far Right, Keelin Rooney, the young Irish beauty who reminds Jack to enjoy life; and Itchy O’Nuss, the down on his luck ne’er-do-well publisher who proves the reluctant, but heroic champion of the First Amendment. Unconventional, irreverent, witty, and heartwarming, a novel that will make you smile one moment and cry the next, Derk Saintly is a searing indictment of the courts, the news media, and organized religion, a celebration of books and clever writing, and a reminder that, if we would only just take a moment to laugh at ourselves, we might find that the chasm between believers and nonbelievers is not as wide or as deep as it appears.