Some part of me is always in Paris. I know she’s a shabby arrogant bitch who would shrug off my impudent fan mail but I just can’t stop writing them. I could tell her she’s just a heap of stones arranged around a muddy river. I could tell her she’s not as French as I am, that her cool gaze was international and more security cordon than cordon bleu. And she would shrug and rain on me, lifting her skirt above the red and grey reflecting cobbles to show a tease of petticoat.
So, for a while I gave up the fan mail. This time I did a whole novel. I know she won’t care.She won’t read it. She’ll sell it secondhand for fifty cents on a Sunday market stall on la rive gauche. I walk in the tear stained footprints of the wasted and decadent greats. I hum along to the metro jazz and long to soften her lips of stone. A woman should not feel this way – but Paris – I love you so so much.
Don’t tell me she’s male. No – Paris knows more of love than any man! Tell me I’m wrong guys – please.
Emma Thinx: In a language with genders go for the plural. Get the max.
At last, the firing sequence countdown has started. I’m breathing only hydrogen atoms now – they were on a two for one offer at Walmart. Yesterday we took to my French chateau garden for the climax of our VIP Launch Crew exclusive competition for names to be used in Passion Patrol Three – Love Bleeds Blue. Our special guest to perform the draw was Odile Vicomtesse de Saintonge, who appears in Passion Patrol Two.She obtained world wide fame for providing Shannon and Spencer with their historic love bed – a gift from Josephine de Beauharnais, lover of Napoléon.
The three winners have been selected and know who they are – but not their roles in the story. The VIP crew have seen the cover and next week is the grand reveal. Main fuel tank pressure is rising guys, countdown is running.
Emma Thinx: There’s a big leaking dam of luck somewhere up stream.
The book business loves handcuffs – and not just in shades of grey. There are colonies of different genres with all kinds and creeds and orthodoxies. I can understand this. I’d be pretty surprised if I opened a can of Walmart Tuna to find it stuffed with caviar. But for sure – I’d survive somehow as long as I had some fizzio therapy vino in the house to help me swallow my consternation. I’ve always spilled outside the genre corset, mainly because of sex. I’ve just got to put some in – well rather a lot actually.
I came across Nicky Wells a few years ago now. She’s a trouper and just the kind of girl who’d give you caviar rather than tuna. At the time she was singing a rock song from one of her books to a live audience. She’s just got a new book out and here’s my review.
Well, I sat down to read a few pages and ended up putting it down finished at 2 o’clock this morning. I’ve never been sure what genre of book I go for and this story suited me because it’s an action suspense romance thriller. What hooked me in was that right from the start I cared about the characters. The tension is well maintained and there’s a bit in a ventilation shaft that had my palms sweating. There’s a strong love story and of course a mystery to solve with an evil villain and an East End market barrow load of red herrings. The writing style is easy to read as the story romps along. I won’t add any plot spoilers but there’s a sexy girl and a well hunky hero. It’s also a modern tale with clearly some research done into computer hacking and the world of data storage. It’s a glass of wine story – once you’ve started, you’ve got to finish it.
Ditch the genre corset and spread out with a good story.