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Bella a novel by Marilyn Z. Tomlins – excerpt

In crime on February 12, 2014 at 9:50 am

I set the tea things out in the drawing room, on a coffee table which stands between the room’s two bay windows. It is cool in the room. In the days when we received guests in winter the fireplace was always lit, Fred having loaded it each morning with logs, but with me alone here in the winter, its role has become merely decorative, its red bricks cold to the touch.

I sit down on an armchair facing the coffee table.

Colin walks in. He has changed into jeans and a black polo-necked sweater. His hair is wet: he would have had a quick shower. He is holding the cellophane-wrapped basket with both hands.

“Bella, I could not resist buying you a small gift. I hope you will like it.”

Hesitatingly, he holds the basket out towards me.

I get up and take the basket from him, the paper crinkling under our hands.

“How wonderful. Thank you, Colin. How kind of you.”

My mother drilled it into Marius and me never to say ‘you should not have’ when given a gift.

“Shall I help you with the wrapping?” asks Colin.

“Please do. Yes. Thank you.”

I put the basket down on another coffee table: the basket will hold fruit or chocolates or perhaps a bottle of champagne.

“Let me,” says Colin.

Our hands touch. Quickly, each draws back.

The pretty red bow is a ready-tied one, an elastic band holding it in place.

“Like a bow tie,” he says. “Not that I wear them. My brother does.”

I take the bow from him and so too the ribbon. All along the ribbon is the name Fauchon.

“I know a little girl who would want these for dressing up her dolls,” I say.

I lied: I want to keep the bow and the ribbon as a remembrance of this man. These will go into the box where I keep other such knick-knacks in remembrance of things past: sugar lump wrappers from when Jean-Louis and I had coffee after dinner in restaurants; pine cones and conkers from when Jean-Louis and I took autumnal walks in the Tuileries Gardens. A booklet of matches from the hotel where he and I had stayed in Rochers-de-Naye.

Colin’s gift is a selection of exotic fruit: a still-life of yellow, green, orange and red fruits I have never seen before.

“May I?” Colin asks.

He takes the smallest item from the basket, a tiny, crispy, bell-shaped fruit, and carefully, as if it is fragile, places it onto the palm of my right hand.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Come,” he says, “it can be sticky, so I will open it for you.”

He loosens the outer part of the fruit, a husk as thin and crispy as paper, and he holds up a perfectly round yellow berry.

“Come,” he says again.

Holding the fruit by the tiny stem underneath it, he brings his hand up to my mouth. Keeping my eyes down and on his hand, like a baby who has seen its mother’s nipple, I open my mouth.

His fingers brush against my lips.

“Oops, sorry.”

He lets go of the berry and it drops onto my tongue.

With my tongue, I roll the berry around in my mouth and, next, I bite into it. I chew slowly, my eyes on Colin’s: they are anxious, waiting for my response. The taste on my tongue is not one of sweetness but acidity. Refreshing mellow acidity.

Somewhere in the night, an owl hoots.

He flicks his head towards the bay window behind us.

“A storm is on its way.”

We are only a few centimetres apart: I am still holding the hand with which he had fed me the berry. Quickly, I let go of the hand.

“Delicious,” I say of the berry.

I give a step away from him.

“It is a gooseberry.”

“So, that’s a gooseberry! My mother used to tell my brother and I about the gooseberry tree which stood in the garden of their home when they were children. She used to tell us what a little hardy tree it was. They never watered it or trimmed it and each summer it produced the sweetest berries. My father said in Germany it was called a Stachelbeere. The thorn berry. There were a few people in his life who were thorn berries.”

“Stachelbeere? Stachelbeere? Good name.”

“I too have … had them in my life,” I say.

“I too have had them.”

“But no longer?”

He shakes his head.

“They are still there but I’ve come to ignore their existence.”

“Lucky man. I cannot ignore my thorn berries.”

“Bella, I hope my presence here … here at Le Presbytère is not a thorn berry. Will not be a thorn berry.”

His eyes are bearing a strange look. I cannot interpret it. Or can I and I do not want to acknowledge its message?

“Let’s have our tea, Colin,” I say.

“Sure,” he says. “Let’s.”

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Bella…A French Life by Marilyn Z. Tomlins

In crime on February 12, 2014 at 9:49 am

The holidaymakers have returned home. And yesterday the wind rose. The holidaymakers going home and the wind rising mean it is the end of summer.

I do not know what I will do to pass the time this winter.

God, I hate winter.

The family to the right set off first. She’s a teacher; he is a doctor. I did not tell them that I too am a physician. At least, I used to be. I would have had to tell them something about myself. Of course, this I would not have wanted to do. They would have asked, “Gave it up?” Whatever I would have replied, would have led to another question. Even to several questions. That dreadful thing that had happened to the Brissard twin would have come back to me. Not that it has ever left me. No, it is with me like an ugly mole on one’s back; you can cover it with a frilly blouse, but sure to God, one knows it is still there.

Du Pont is the family’s surname.

“Easy to remember,” he said.

I am bound to see them again next summer because they have bought the house next door.

“Paid two hundred thousand francs for it,” she boasted.

My parents had bought this house of mine for fifteen thousand francs. The old man from whom they bought it wanted to go into an old-age home. That was in 1947. It is 1986 now.

I was four. Marius, my brother, still had to be born.

Oh dear! I have now revealed my age, and I planned not to mention anyone’s age.

My name is Bella Wolff.

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So starts Marilyn’s new book, a novel this time after her true-crime ‘Die in Paris’ about French WW2 serial killer, Dr Marcel Petiot.

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What is in a name?

My name is Bella Wolff, the narrator of this novel tells us.

The surname Wolff was not an easy one to bear because Bella was born of a French mother and a German father. So, what is wrong with that you may ask? Plenty. That is, if you were born during the World War Two German occupation of France, because it means that your mother had taken a German lover. A lover from among Hitler’s soldiers: a Wehrmacht soldier.

Children born in such love affairs, like Bella, grew up pariahs in France. At school they, like their fathers, were called ‘dirty Boche’ – Bosch, the derogatory name the French had given Germans already back in World War One.

Bella, blonde and blue-eyed like her father and pretty like her mother, tolerated the insults, and having left her village of Sainte-Marie-sur-Brecque above Saint Michael’s Mount in Normandy, became a doctor, a highly-considered paediatrician in Paris, but there disaster struck. A newborn, one of twins, in her care, died, and the distraught parents charged her with negligence. This tragedy – yes, one can call it a tragedy – sent Bella back to her village where she began to help her widowed mother run the family’s guest house, Le Presbytère.

There, running the guest house on her own after her mother’s death, she not only yet again had to face the shame of being the child of a Wehrmacht soldier and a horizontal collaborator as the French called their female compatriots who had slept with German soldiers, but she also tried to recover from the end of her love affair with a dashing French lawyer, Jean-Louis, a married man alas with two small daughters.

Then, one day, Colin, an English writer comes to stay at the guest house in order to finish a biography he is writing, and … yes … he finds Bella irresistible and she him.

More I will not be reveal to you, but ‘Bella … A French Life’ is a novel of love and loss. Of sex too, because the French will always be French, won’t they?

There is also much eating in the novel, because yes, the French love food just as much as they love making love, so Marilyn’s publisher having asked her to write up the recipes of the dishes she mentions in the novel, ‘Bella … A French Life – The Cookbook’ has been published too.

Both books can be ordered from Amazon in both e-book and paperback editions.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bella-French-Life-Marilyn-Tomlins-ebook/dp/B00GN5E29Q/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1390567320&sr=1-1

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bella-French-Life-Marilyn-Tomlins-ebook/dp/B00HYN2W4S/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390567320&sr=1-4&keywords=marilyn+z+tomlins

Set in Normandy, France this is a love story, which was born in the tragedy of war. When Bella’s parents fell in love, it was against all the rules, however, rules, as they say, are there to be broken, and in the face of adversity, their love endured.

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True Crime in Soho

In crime on September 6, 2013 at 6:54 pm

I’ve just been notified of a great event coming up soon in Soho.  It’s called: True Crime: Society’s Mirror? (with Duncan Campbell, Diana Souhami, Sean O’Connor and Gavin Knight) and has some great guests, including: Gavin Knight who wrote a piece for LaeLand in January of 2012: Gavin Knight – Hood Rat. Also on the panel are: Duncan CampbellDiana Souhami, and Sean O’Connor.

The event is on Sunday, 29th September 2013 at 1:00 P.M. at the main theatre.  The ticket is only £9.00.  Don’t miss it.

 

Screenplay

In crime on August 25, 2013 at 1:39 pm

Screenplays

A new and exciting link to a new and exciting side of my writing: a screenplay. Yes, More Hungry Boys is being turned into a film. :) Stay in touch to keep abreast of all the new developments….

PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER SERIES

In crime on July 25, 2013 at 7:55 pm

Two days ago I was asked to write a blurb for a fellow crime writer. She sent me the first four chapters and I started reading. Twenty minutes later I was wondering what the future was holding for the protagonists of Jess C Scott’s story.

Here is the link to her page. Have a look and get hooked ;)

http://www.jessink.com/soulmates.htm

 

 

THOUGHTS OF JASON DORRIS – a character from the crime novel GET CLEAN by JAMS N. ROSES

In crime on March 28, 2013 at 12:29 pm

SoaSK_Front_Cover“Imagine that, being told that there wasn’t enough work for everyone, and me being the mug that gets sent home early, out of pocket. Why me? Fucking assholes.

And then what? I walk two miles home in the searing heat, and find my girlfriend getting boned in the front room by her ex-boyfriend, that slimy, spic motherfucker Pedro. Fuck that, people round ‘ere must think I’m a cunt. But I showed ‘em, yeah, I showed ‘em alright.

Those couple of spics won’t forget the day they fucked over Jason Dorris. Sneaking about behind my back, what, do you think I’m stupid? I’ll tell you something for nothing though; the scars on her face won’t make it easy for her to give her pussy away in future. And him, he’ll be lucky if he can think straight without dribbling spit all over ‘imself, he’s fucked.

Yeah, those cunts’ll remember me, if they ever wake up, that is. Fucking Spanish didn’t know what hit ‘em. And they’ll never find me even if they do come around. That’s it, I’m gone. Bag packed, my Aussie passport and my Irish passport and a bit of their cash as well. Just a loan mind you, they’ll get it back when I see ‘em in hell. Fucking assholes.

So ‘ere I am, sat on the bus and heading down the coast, the ‘Costa Del Crime’ as the English call it, gonna see what all the fuss is about.

Maybe I’ll find myself a new ‘chica’ to help me get involved with the players down there and set up my own business. It’s full of powder down there, like the rest of Spain but worse, the first port of call for the cocaine, inbound from the Americas, apparently.

Well I’ll soon find out, and then I’ll get involved. I just need to calm it down for a bit, lay low for a while, find my contacts, wait for the right moment and then bring it to ‘em Jason style.

I’ll have the rich kids eating fucking powder from the palm of my hand. If anybody gets in my way, I’ll crack some more skulls. People are gonna realize that I’m a live wire, a dangerous Aussie who doesn’t give a shit.

Here I come, Marbella, ready or not.”

‘Get Clean’ is available now on Amazon - http://amzn.to/Z9RW1O

Jams N. Roses blog - http://jamsnroses.wordpress.com/

You can also follow this author on twitter – @jamsnroses

JAMS N. ROSES SPOTLIGHT

In crime on March 27, 2013 at 10:03 am

Get_Clean_Alternative_Cover (1)Jams N. Roses under the spotlight?

Do you really want to see all of my imperfections?

Over the next few paragraphs, I’ll try and summarize where I’m coming from, so you’ll maybe have an idea as to what to expect from my writing.

I am not a criminal, not in the sense that I’ll rob your bag when you’re not looking, or I’ll steal the food from your plate even when I’m not hungry, just to be a nuisance. I won’t threaten you in the street for looking at me funny, nor will I throw bricks at your windows if you don’t give me a cigarette when I ask for one.

But I have been arrested on more than one occasion. I’ve been locked up, I’ve had my prints and mug shots taken and of course, as a sign of the times, they’ve even taken my DNA. But I’m not a real criminal.

And I’m not a drug addict either. Although if I’m honest,  I’d have to tell you that in several of the recent years of my life, I’ve spent more money on cocaine, alcohol and cigarettes than I’ve spent on the rent for the dirty, little apartment that I’d been living in.

I’ve mistreated friends and loved ones and lost some people that were close to my heart, but at the time I was too blinded to see the irreparable damage I was doing to relationships.

Things change, and people change, too.

Luckily, after all the stunts I’d pulled, all the ridiculous and dangerous situations I’d found myself in, things started to go on track.

I’m a daddy now, and that little boy of mine is the angel that keeps me away from trouble, away from even the situations where trouble could potentially arise. Of course, I am no angel, but I am no sinner.

I have found a way to channel my naughty side, a way to allow my mind to have a free run with its mischievous ideas and not cause any trouble, and nobody gets hurt or embarrassed or let down.

I found that by writing my thoughts, those dark little waves of energy in my head, down onto paper, or tapping them into a keyboard and onto a computer, relieved some of my desire to be in the mix myself. I stopped needing to be in the bars or the pubs and didn’t need to be high or drunk to have fun.

I’ve learnt that by creating a separate world where anything goes, I can keep the world in which my son walks and plays as safe and as beautiful as possible.

I draw on my previous experiences for my writing. ‘Get Clean’ is based loosely on my drug problems and the time I spent living on the notorious southern coast of Spain. ‘Son of a Serial Killer’ is heavily based on the thoughts and emotions I had during the break-up of a serious relationship, which all seemed too much when on top of the other daily struggles we all go through.

I hope to have an exciting life in the future, one that I can draw on for future ideas and plots and characters for my fiction novels, who knows, maybe I’ll even get to write a love story, but I’m not holding my breath!

Both of my novels are available now on Amazon here…

Son of a Serial Killer – http://amzn.to/WNHvLq

Get Clean - http://amzn.to/Z9RW1O

Here is the link to my blog - http://jamsnroses.wordpress.com/

And you can follow me on twitter – @jamsnroses

LOOKING FOR A PUBLISHER / AGENT?

In crime on March 21, 2013 at 7:27 pm
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WANNA BE A WRITER/SCREENPLAYER? MORE EXCITING EVENTS

In crime on March 18, 2013 at 4:18 pm

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A NEW EXCITING LITERARY AGENT DATABASE

In crime on March 16, 2013 at 3:21 pm

A new and exciting database of UK agents and publishers is now at your fingertips.

Agent Hunter a searchable database of UK based agents and publishers. This is what the founders have to say, “We’ve been working with the agents directly and the level of information you will find here is unparalleled. There has never been a resource like this before. You can find the right agents for your work and along with contact details, you will find comprehensive information about them, including their personal tastes and advice along with links to their twitter feeds and relevant online articles about or by them. And you’ll also find a wealth of advice on the site to guide you through the whole process of seeking representation – all of the things you will need to consider before you start, exactly how to go about doing it and what you might expect.”

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Dont’ delay. Get on it and find the agent that’s right for you.