As I begin to write the final pages of my third novel, The Fifth Gospel, I'm excited to share with you the very first page of Getting Lost which will be set forth into the world on March 1.
The exciting journey for Getting Lost has come to an end from a writing perspective, but as we all know; the end is usually the beginning.
Here's to an unknown future.
Happy reading X
"I’m not your mother.” She smiled sweetly, but her tone
meant business. “And Russo here, he’s not your father.”
Russo, a pale, tattooed, skinhead Australian with
stunningly handsome features and eyelashes that were
the envy of girls, momentarily took his eyes off the road
to glance back, giving a cheeky wink.
“We’re all adults here, so unless the problem you have
requires the help of a tour manager or a coach driver,
I suggest you buy a phone card to call home.”
The first day spiel was second nature to Stella.
Commanding the attention of everyone on board, she stood
at the front of the coach, sporting her much despised
corporate-issue lilac polo shirt and beige cargo shorts. Her
wardrobe usually consisted of designer European branded
jeans and shirts, but on day one, she conceded to wearing
the common corporate crap.
“I love the new hair.” Russo was referring to her short blond
haircut. Stella always sported the latest look.
“Don’t even ask, wise guy.”
“Go on, how much?” Russo shaved his head and was
constantly astounded to hear how much she would pay
London designers to cut her hair.
“Your weekly salary.”
Russo whistled. “It suits you. Pity you’re about two feet
too short for the catwalk.”
Stella had no comeback. She was short, but she mouthed
the words “Fuck off” just to have the last say.