Julia – new novel teaser
I’ll be finishing this novel up sometime late summer. I’d love some comments on Chapter One.
Julia is not ‘stunningly’ beautiful as most heroines tend to be. Neither is she ‘striking’ unless of course she happens to be striking you. No, Julia is none of that: she’s ‘odd’, not falling into any category or stereotype easily identifiable. With her round white face, pink-purple lipstick, and dead black hair, you might start with ‘punk’. However, the pink polo shirt screws that perception up pretty good, although the strangely patterned and oddly colored over-sized scarf flung over it might give you pause.
The ragged, torn, and apparently dirty jeans might not bring you back to ‘punk’—more like ‘unkempt’. The black cowboy boots? Well, aside from the fact that they match her hair, your brain might start to frazzle in its attempt to make any sense out of this. Her ‘just a little plump’ body does stretch the denim a little, but ‘it works’, she likes to say. Looking at the 26-year old woman, you might disagree, but on closer examination, you might nod your head and think that maybe it does work. Somehow. Julia thinks her body is a different kind of rack—something that just holds her art: her clothes. Okay, you think, maybe she’s a designer, or maybe she got lucky that day.
Many people give up trying to understand and classify her right about now—usually about ten seconds into the first encounter—and that’s just fine with Julia. Who she is is known to, and understood by, her and her alone. Again, that’s fine: people may not like what they find if they start to probe too far; there are things that people simply should not know. They will find out eventually—but not at this point.
If people get beyond the initial failure to classify her, the next thing they notice is the eyes: deep, dark, crazy green, set in her face like highly mascaraed emeralds painted on a china plate. But, on closer examination, there is something else, something like a beam that emanates from them: a tractor beam, hard to pull away from. If you stay too long, you’ll see an intensity that is frightening—unless it isn’t; unless you want to be pulled in; unless you need what her eyes promise; unless you are short on what she seems long on. The more you need, the closer you get. Very few people get that far: fear starts right about halfway, or desire—and that’s the critical difference. The ones that venture farther expect a reward for their courage. Some get it. Most won’t.
If people looked even farther into those eyes, they would see a fire, a burning intelligence and… is it anger?
Then they ask: ‘where did she come from?’
Sequel to ALONE
Mason and Amy Banks thought they would enjoy a peaceful retirement from a career of delivering swift justice to bad people.
Much of how the brain functions remains unknown. But Doctor Feng Zhuang was convinced he had discovered a world-shattering secret.
And some unscrupulous people discovered a way to take unfair and cruel advantage.
A Jacobs/Benson Thriller
Available on Amazon
If you are an American Socialist, don’t read this.
Your head might explode.
It outlines a political conspiracy so expansive, so corrupt, so thorough and plausible, that it could be true.
When I originally wrote this book, the background events igniting the storyline hadn’t happened yet.
But now, many have… and the elitist cabal writing the future history must be stopped.
You may not like my solution.
A Jacobs/Benson Thriller
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