“My daydreams blend
the faces and voices,
the scents and tastes
of people around me
into the people who live
in my fictional world,
and telling their dreams and nightmares...
that is where I want to be.”
MARION LOVELACE
LIVIU. ink drawing by Kelly Jill
Dance With The Angels: Obsession and murder stalks a Kitsilano belly dancer
Seven years, and finally he had found her. He knew every curve of her body. From inside the bar he watches Jasmine spin and shimmy to the throb of the music. Her blue skirt swirls like water around her. He touches the cold silver of the bracelet in his pocket, Carla’s bracelet. After the dance he will give it to her, she will wear it and she will dance for him, just for him….
"Dance with the Angels," a literary, murder mystery,
is a well balanced blend of skillfully drawn characters, authentic detective work, and magnificent sensual renderings of scenic beauty - a gripping and stylish combo.
Zeporah, Vancouver Author
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A word about STILL SHOTS… When a freelance photographer and a journalist collide on a beach run he sees a photo-op with sex; she sees an article on this rising star known for his B&W still shots of ex-lovers hanging in prestigious art galleries. A vagabond with a camera Colin keeps only one family tie, his Tlingit half-brother, Ryan, whom he emails but sees infrequently. Life suddenly changes its course when their father who is the family outcast dies a violent death and the family skeletons break loose.
My third novel is KISSING NARCISSUS, a caper story with an art heist, a cast of quirky characters who live in an historic apartment building in Vancouver with a raunchy past as well as a resident celebrity ghost in the penthouse where, of course, swashbuckling movie star Errol Flynn died in the arms of his fifteen-year-old girlfriend. It is a tongue-in-cheek microcosm of west coast city life.
that toolbelt guy
that toolbelt guy
just watch him move –
on the concrete slab over there –
yeah, that’s him!
just watch his –
thighs sheathed in sprayed-on denim
watch his –
belt slung low
his tools slotted in bondage leather
hugging his hips and his butt
his hammers and pliers grippers and snippers
sway with every stride
mime the undulations of his gait – oh yeah!
just watch that tool guy move –
that sinewy glide
that jingly belt
those dangly tools
that gunslinger walk
