Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Paris Immortal: Atonement...teaser
Michel
Madrid
Kar approached the conspicuously armed man by the gate, who asked him in Spanish who he thought he was and what he thought he was doing here—though he did not ask so politely. Kar then stopped less than a meter from the guard and trained an even gaze on him, for which the guard drew his darkly gleaming weapon, once again asking his question whilst aiming the gun at my escort.
“I suggest you put that away before someone gets hurt,” I said as I moved forward, Kar stepping to the side to allow me a face-to-face view of the gun wielding man.
My words had flowed in perfect Spanish, but he opted to reply in English. “Who the fuck are you?”
“What will you give me if I tell you?” I became aware of the arching of my lips.
“Maybe some of this.” He shoved his weapon in my direction.
“Tsk. I’m disappointed. This isn’t what I had in mind at all, darling.”
“What do you think you’re playing at, mister? Do you know where you are? Whose place this is?”
“I’m quite aware, but thank you for reminding me. Do you have any other redundant questions for me, sweetheart?” I offered a coquettish bat of my lashes.
“I should shoot you right now,” he directed his aim closer to my chest, “cabrón.”
With a lift of brow I said, “Shoot me or kiss me, the result will be the same, I assure you.” I graced him with a very wide smile.
“You’re loco, mister.” He laughed, though not with humor, as his eyes flitted over my companions, no doubt wondering if we were armed and considering his options.
He did not pull the trigger, but with his other hand he reached for one of those wireless devices Trey called walkie-talkies.
“Don’t do that,” I said. “I’ve not finished with you yet, and it would be a shame to bother the others just now.”
He leveled the gun’s barrel in the direction of my heart, slowly lifting the walkie-talkie towards his face, his eyes once again moving betwixt the three of us.
“You don’t wish to do that,” I said, exuding a bit of ‘charm’.
His hand paused in its movement, the fine muscles quivering, begging to deny my suggestion.
“Now, be a good boy and put it away.”
His hand obeyed, clipping the walkie-talkie back onto his belt.
“Thank you ever so much.” My eyes assessed his form. “Pity, however, that you don’t have manners on your own.”
He could only gaze at me stupidly.
“Mm. You’ve already bored me,” I said, releasing him. “We’re going inside, but not to worry, I’ll announce myself soon enough.”
I stepped around him, reaching for the gate. I began to open the latch, and in the space of what was a blink to me, he squeezed the trigger—and found that I’d placed my palm against the barrel just as he fired.
“How rude,” I commented with a lift of my hand, and then smiled—impishly no doubt—for the bafflement in his eyes as he watched the wound knit itself. “Hmm, such things do still sting, you realize, though certainly I am capable of finding pleasure in pain.” After a pursing of my lips, I added, “Are you?”
He was about to make a stunned second attempt when I captured his gaze and looked deeply into his eyes, mesmerizing him more strongly than before.
“Stop. You’ve moved past boring to irritating, young man. This is not wise.”
His hand froze and his eyes glazed.
“You are most assuredly threatening the wrong person.”
My puppet echoed me. “I’m threatening the wrong person.”
“Do you know who this,” I tapped a nail against the blue steel, “should be pointing at?”
“Who?”
“You. You should be aiming this gun at yourself.”
“At myself…” His elbow bent and his hand turned.
“Simon says a bit higher, darling.”
“Higher…”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “Mmm, and in the interest of getting it right the first time, place the barrel to your temple, s’il vous plaît.”
He placed it to his temple.
A smile discovered me. “Very good, poppet, very, very good. Living is hard, don’t you think? Dying,” my index nail learned the line of his jaw just below his ear, “is so much easier.”
In his glassy eyes, there was yet a deeper understanding. Devil that I am, I’d left him just enough wits that he knew what was happening—and that he could do nothing to stop it.
“Now…” I moved back a step.
My puppet’s next breath was a shuddering one.
“Bang.”
His brains painted the white stucco surrounding the dark door various shades of red, pink, grey and others not defined, his body jerking sideways and dropping to the ground whilst I admired the artistry of his skull matter.
“Gracias. I have now been properly announced.” I spared Kar a glance. “I didn’t like this one’s tone.”
“He was rather crass.”
“Terribly uncultured. Common thugs bore me, you?”
“Yes my Prince, they do.”
“I don’t believe we need to ask Gabriel his opinion.” I looked to him and he merely smiled at me.
“Ah, here they come,” I said, turning toward the tall door that split the stucco, which was now opening. The first of them already had his weapon drawn, which I grabbed, pinning his fingers to it beneath mine in a bruising embrace. “Do it and I shall consume your intestines from your warm body as I would a large bowl of spaghetti, all whilst you watch.”
Madrid
Kar approached the conspicuously armed man by the gate, who asked him in Spanish who he thought he was and what he thought he was doing here—though he did not ask so politely. Kar then stopped less than a meter from the guard and trained an even gaze on him, for which the guard drew his darkly gleaming weapon, once again asking his question whilst aiming the gun at my escort.
“I suggest you put that away before someone gets hurt,” I said as I moved forward, Kar stepping to the side to allow me a face-to-face view of the gun wielding man.
My words had flowed in perfect Spanish, but he opted to reply in English. “Who the fuck are you?”
“What will you give me if I tell you?” I became aware of the arching of my lips.
“Maybe some of this.” He shoved his weapon in my direction.
“Tsk. I’m disappointed. This isn’t what I had in mind at all, darling.”
“What do you think you’re playing at, mister? Do you know where you are? Whose place this is?”
“I’m quite aware, but thank you for reminding me. Do you have any other redundant questions for me, sweetheart?” I offered a coquettish bat of my lashes.
“I should shoot you right now,” he directed his aim closer to my chest, “cabrón.”
With a lift of brow I said, “Shoot me or kiss me, the result will be the same, I assure you.” I graced him with a very wide smile.
“You’re loco, mister.” He laughed, though not with humor, as his eyes flitted over my companions, no doubt wondering if we were armed and considering his options.
He did not pull the trigger, but with his other hand he reached for one of those wireless devices Trey called walkie-talkies.
“Don’t do that,” I said. “I’ve not finished with you yet, and it would be a shame to bother the others just now.”
He leveled the gun’s barrel in the direction of my heart, slowly lifting the walkie-talkie towards his face, his eyes once again moving betwixt the three of us.
“You don’t wish to do that,” I said, exuding a bit of ‘charm’.
His hand paused in its movement, the fine muscles quivering, begging to deny my suggestion.
“Now, be a good boy and put it away.”
His hand obeyed, clipping the walkie-talkie back onto his belt.
“Thank you ever so much.” My eyes assessed his form. “Pity, however, that you don’t have manners on your own.”
He could only gaze at me stupidly.
“Mm. You’ve already bored me,” I said, releasing him. “We’re going inside, but not to worry, I’ll announce myself soon enough.”
I stepped around him, reaching for the gate. I began to open the latch, and in the space of what was a blink to me, he squeezed the trigger—and found that I’d placed my palm against the barrel just as he fired.
“How rude,” I commented with a lift of my hand, and then smiled—impishly no doubt—for the bafflement in his eyes as he watched the wound knit itself. “Hmm, such things do still sting, you realize, though certainly I am capable of finding pleasure in pain.” After a pursing of my lips, I added, “Are you?”
He was about to make a stunned second attempt when I captured his gaze and looked deeply into his eyes, mesmerizing him more strongly than before.
“Stop. You’ve moved past boring to irritating, young man. This is not wise.”
His hand froze and his eyes glazed.
“You are most assuredly threatening the wrong person.”
My puppet echoed me. “I’m threatening the wrong person.”
“Do you know who this,” I tapped a nail against the blue steel, “should be pointing at?”
“Who?”
“You. You should be aiming this gun at yourself.”
“At myself…” His elbow bent and his hand turned.
“Simon says a bit higher, darling.”
“Higher…”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “Mmm, and in the interest of getting it right the first time, place the barrel to your temple, s’il vous plaît.”
He placed it to his temple.
A smile discovered me. “Very good, poppet, very, very good. Living is hard, don’t you think? Dying,” my index nail learned the line of his jaw just below his ear, “is so much easier.”
In his glassy eyes, there was yet a deeper understanding. Devil that I am, I’d left him just enough wits that he knew what was happening—and that he could do nothing to stop it.
“Now…” I moved back a step.
My puppet’s next breath was a shuddering one.
“Bang.”
His brains painted the white stucco surrounding the dark door various shades of red, pink, grey and others not defined, his body jerking sideways and dropping to the ground whilst I admired the artistry of his skull matter.
“Gracias. I have now been properly announced.” I spared Kar a glance. “I didn’t like this one’s tone.”
“He was rather crass.”
“Terribly uncultured. Common thugs bore me, you?”
“Yes my Prince, they do.”
“I don’t believe we need to ask Gabriel his opinion.” I looked to him and he merely smiled at me.
“Ah, here they come,” I said, turning toward the tall door that split the stucco, which was now opening. The first of them already had his weapon drawn, which I grabbed, pinning his fingers to it beneath mine in a bruising embrace. “Do it and I shall consume your intestines from your warm body as I would a large bowl of spaghetti, all whilst you watch.”
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Good vibrations
Hey there hi there ho there.
First in today's update:
My publisher, Snowbooks, has started an online magazine called White Magazine. It's still very new, but they plan to update weekly, hopefully. I've submitted the two 'essays' Michel did (vampires in cinema), so far. We'll see when/if those show up. There will be other stuff from Snowbooks authors each update!
Second in today's update:
Atonement around 67,000 words at this very moment. After a spate of just not quite feeling like it, I've had a little run this evening, inching closer and closer to the oh my god shit is hitting the fan big time moments. That should be fun. :P
Third thing is something I'd like to call coolest thing that happened last week. One of my regular clients informed me that he has a bazillion frequent flier miles, because he is always travelling for business. He actually said he'd get me a ticket to France when I can go. Now...this still leaves me needing some savings and money to spend there (yeah, no time soon) but him offering was just too cool.
One day...
That's about all I have for today. I am drinking some red wine and eating chocolate chip cookies, making the most of this evening since I go back to work tomorrow. Er. Today, I guess.
P.S.
Who else is watching TRUE BLOOD?
This season is gonna be off the hook!
First in today's update:
My publisher, Snowbooks, has started an online magazine called White Magazine. It's still very new, but they plan to update weekly, hopefully. I've submitted the two 'essays' Michel did (vampires in cinema), so far. We'll see when/if those show up. There will be other stuff from Snowbooks authors each update!
Second in today's update:
Atonement around 67,000 words at this very moment. After a spate of just not quite feeling like it, I've had a little run this evening, inching closer and closer to the oh my god shit is hitting the fan big time moments. That should be fun. :P
Third thing is something I'd like to call coolest thing that happened last week. One of my regular clients informed me that he has a bazillion frequent flier miles, because he is always travelling for business. He actually said he'd get me a ticket to France when I can go. Now...this still leaves me needing some savings and money to spend there (yeah, no time soon) but him offering was just too cool.
One day...
That's about all I have for today. I am drinking some red wine and eating chocolate chip cookies, making the most of this evening since I go back to work tomorrow. Er. Today, I guess.
P.S.
Who else is watching TRUE BLOOD?
This season is gonna be off the hook!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Hey, ya'll. Sorry it's been a while. There's been a lot changing for me, things going on.
In short:
I'm getting a divorce. Don't worry, no need to offer sympathy, it's all very amicable and it's the right thing to do. But as you can imagine, this creates a lot of the aforementioned changes.
I'm moving into my own apartment next week and this means more than ever, assessing my finances.
I'm moving forward in other ways I won't expand upon just now, but they're good, trust me.
All this means I haven't written a lot, but I'm slowly getting back into it and Paris Immortal: Atonement is brushing 56,000 words. The other project has been sitting patiently on the side at about 23,000 words for a while now, but I have faith I'll finish it later.
That's about the extent of my update, other than to say, for these and various reasons, I've not been online as much, either. But I'm keeping up with you all as best I can.
In short:
I'm getting a divorce. Don't worry, no need to offer sympathy, it's all very amicable and it's the right thing to do. But as you can imagine, this creates a lot of the aforementioned changes.
I'm moving into my own apartment next week and this means more than ever, assessing my finances.
I'm moving forward in other ways I won't expand upon just now, but they're good, trust me.
All this means I haven't written a lot, but I'm slowly getting back into it and Paris Immortal: Atonement is brushing 56,000 words. The other project has been sitting patiently on the side at about 23,000 words for a while now, but I have faith I'll finish it later.
That's about the extent of my update, other than to say, for these and various reasons, I've not been online as much, either. But I'm keeping up with you all as best I can.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Amazon review
Small spoiler, perhaps, if you haven't read the others—or the third one, yet.
Eagerly awaiting book 4, 13 April 2009 By paranormal noakes (UK) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Paris Immortal: Absolutions (Paperback)
Absolutions is the 3rd book in the ever attractive Paris Immortal series. To be honest I'm shocked to find a bad review even exists about it - I suppose the stories are not everyone's cup of tea (or glass or blood) but I can unequivocally say that Sherry Roit has made this the finest parnomal romance/horror/drama that I have ever read.
Her first-person POV writing style is engaging, and gives a lot of insight into the character and personality of whomever is thinking at the time. I find that it endears you to the characters (almost all of which you can genuinely feel for - with the notable exception of P.K, who's character has not yet been delved into in depth) very quickly.
This is obviously just my own opinion, but I very find it very easy to emote with the characters of Paris Immortal - particularly Trey - and I can honestly say that this book had me in tears: Not once but at least 5 times! I found it impossible not to get swept up in Trey's viewpoint in certain of the scenes, as his terror, loss, and even shock come across so beautifully with the writing style.
The little details that the characters notice help to give you a mental picture of almost every scene, bringing you closer to the the author's impression of what's going on - something that I find is missing from a lot of novels. The majority of the time with a book, your visual idea of the characters or surroundings turns out to be vastly different from someone elses, and the full moment that the author was trying to capture is lost. Hopefully that is not the case here.
For those that crave non-stop action and heat this is probably not your kind of series. There are indeed moments of pure violent or sexual tension, but the rollercoaster here is purely emotional. The focus is squarely on the characters themselves and their struggles to cope with the horrors in their own past. If, like me, you enjoy a book that gets you under the skin of the people involved, and leaves you not waiting for the nice explosion but rather rooting for the characters to survive the tortures within their own minds, then this is the book for you. Don't fret though horror-hounds: People still get eviserated. *winks*
The sexual tension runs tantilisingly high through Paris Immortal and Paris Immortal Awakenings, but in Absolutions finally emerges into a couple of very nicely handled sex scenes that you find you've been almost as desperate to see realised as the characters involved! I can't fault the writing there either - It likely won't appeal to those who prefer the intimate detail of other fine authors such as J.R Ward, but the subtlety in itself keeps the moments tender and allies this firmly with the 'romance' part of 'paranormal romance.' For someone that has read and enjoyed a lot of arguably 'hotter' books, this approach was a welcome change. After the initial sexual output in this 3rd book you will find that the sexual tension all but vanishes, but you are left with a more than adequate impression of the love felt by the parties involved throughout the rest of the book: Again, something that can too often be sacrificed by other authors so they can fit in a couple more bestselling sizzling chapters.
If you're potentially baulking at reading these books for fear of reading something that you'd consider TMI in the way of homosexual passion: don't. Read the books. Even if you're one of those people who finds homoeroticism a little twitchy in book, I doubt that you'll be offended. Hopefully you'll simply be left touched by the aforementioned love between the main characters. On the other hand, if homoeroticism in your book choice really isn't something that you feel comfortable with, avoid Paris Immortal like the plague as virtually all of the characters are either gay or bi.
Last but certainly not least, the desciptions of Paris itself are superb. With every book and every chapter the author takes you on a tour of the sights and streets, and you are left marvelling at the wonders, beauty, and history of this most famous of cities. If it does wonders for Parisian tourism, I wouldn't be surprised.
Overall, I thoroughly recommend this series to anyone who's looking to try something new in the way of paranormal romance. Any book that by turns makes me cry (and feel genuine heartache for a fictional character), laugh out loud, grin, and sit rivetted to my seat turning pages to find out what happens, I certainly consider worth the read.
Not to mention a gloriously unassuming and elegant cover design, that will sit with pride on any shelf.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Absolutions..coming your way April 6th
..and I'm going to tease you.
Just a little.
Just a preface.
You know you want it.
Bang!
Jerk.
He falls.
Blood red flower blooming under my hands.
Bang!
Jerk, he falls.
Blood petals on my hands.
Except I never heard a bang. My brain was more than happy to betray me with the imaginary detail that should have accompanied the scene. Silencers are for assassins.
Hot sweat.
Assassins.
Next I knew I was gripping the counter.
Next I knew, I couldn’t breathe.
Next I knew, there was a voice, a sleepy voice.
“Trey?”
I can’t breathe.
I’m getting dizzy.
“Whoa whoa, hey,” I heard. Then I felt hands, arms, someone holding me up. “Slow down, you’re hyperventilating.” I heard a barely breathed curse word. “Paper bag, let me see if you have one.”
Gasp of words. “I’m…I’ll be…”
“Slow down, man, shh, deep breath.”
I’m trying, I’m trying.
Hey. Good to see you again. You remember me, right?
Crazy as things were last time, well…
That was nothing. I don’t know if I can make it through this one.
But the coffee’s brewing; if you come inside, I’ll try it, friend.
Just a little.
Just a preface.
You know you want it.
Bang!
Jerk.
He falls.
Blood red flower blooming under my hands.
Bang!
Jerk, he falls.
Blood petals on my hands.
Except I never heard a bang. My brain was more than happy to betray me with the imaginary detail that should have accompanied the scene. Silencers are for assassins.
Hot sweat.
Assassins.
Next I knew I was gripping the counter.
Next I knew, I couldn’t breathe.
Next I knew, there was a voice, a sleepy voice.
“Trey?”
I can’t breathe.
I’m getting dizzy.
“Whoa whoa, hey,” I heard. Then I felt hands, arms, someone holding me up. “Slow down, you’re hyperventilating.” I heard a barely breathed curse word. “Paper bag, let me see if you have one.”
Gasp of words. “I’m…I’ll be…”
“Slow down, man, shh, deep breath.”
I’m trying, I’m trying.
Hey. Good to see you again. You remember me, right?
Crazy as things were last time, well…
That was nothing. I don’t know if I can make it through this one.
But the coffee’s brewing; if you come inside, I’ll try it, friend.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
