It’s Alive… It’s Alive.

*Evil laughter *

Okay, well maybe it's not alive. But it is finished. And the triumph I felt when I typed those final words must have been similar to what Victor felt when Frankenstein rose from the table, or at the very least what Mary Shelley felt when she typed ‘The End'.

Cocoa and Chanel, is no longer just an idea dancing through my mind, it is a completed first draft and I'm really excited. I lurrve this story and my sparkling little lead, Chanel Smith. I love them so much that I already have a sequel and a prequel fighting for space in my mind.

Cocoa and Chanel will be available to purchase in e-book version (kindle) by August 2013, cover designer willing. But just to wet your appetite I've put the synopsis and an excerpt below. If you want me to contact you when it's ready for purchase send me a message through my contact page.

Cocoa and Chanel – The Synopsis

Faced with the unattractive options of an affair with her boss's husband or the unknown, Chanel Smith chooses the unknown and unwittingly traps herself into joining the New South Wales' Police Force. More interested in fashion than felony, Chanel staggers through training and finds herself posted to the forces most notorious crime hot spot – Kings Cross – where she becomes entangled in a case of the worst kind. A serial killer targeting young women in The Cross.

As she is drawn further into the seedy underworld of The Cross in her attempt to unravel the truth, Chanel makes new friends, new enemies and draws the attention of the killer. Can she solve the case in time, or will she become the killer's next victim?

 

Cocoa and Chanel – The Excerpt

I don’t believe in fate or any of that hocus-pocus new-age stuff, but when Cocoa and I finally staggered into the kitchen the next morning (I was doing all the staggering.) and saw the newspaper sitting there with the headline on the front page blazing – PM says not enough female police officers – NSW government releases plans to recruit more, I did have to wonder if God had taken a personal interest in my future.

‘Shit,’ I said, picking it up for a better look.

‘You could have told me.’ My mother was sitting in the lounge-room. Cocoa immediately ran over to give her a good morning greeting, which consisted of much barking and licking.

‘Told you what?’ I said. Of course it could have been my hangover, but I was having a real deja-vu moment.

‘That you were joining the police force.’

‘Who told you that?’

‘I ran into Marjory at the bakery this morning.’

Marjory was Cindy’s Aunt, so perhaps the damage wasn’t that bad.

‘She heard it from Tommy, who heard it from Nelson, who heard it from Lucy, who was at church this morning when they announced it during morning-prayer. They prayed for your safety and thanked God for sending you into the battle against evil.’

‘Jesus,’ I said, slumping onto the sofa beside Mum. Cocoa jumped onto my lap and began to groom his front paws.

‘Yes, they asked him to protect you as well.’

I put my head in my hands as my headache increased.

‘I don’t know what you’re planning to do with him,’ she said, pointing at Cocoa.

Considering this was never a real plan I hadn’t put any consideration into what I was going to do with Cocoa. I was just about to confess to Mum when she said, ‘Well, I must say I’m proud of you.’

I peered sideways through my fingers to see if she was taking the piss. The pleased, maternal smile – which I hardly ever saw on her face when she was talking about me – told me she wasn’t. There was no way I could confess now.

‘You haven’t always given me cause to be proud,’ she continued, totally ruining the moment. ‘I must say, I’ve had my doubts about how you would turn out in the end – what with the police bringing you home from school that day.’

‘It was just a couple of eggs, and they didn’t press charges,’ I reminded her.

‘And your addiction to bad boys.’

‘My what?’

‘Your love of bad boys.’

‘What bad boys?’ I asked, wishing there were some bad boys in Hickery for me to be addicted to. The baddest arse we had was Johnny the postman, who was regularly pulled over for busting the speed limit. That was pretty impressive considering his bike was a mutant cross between a lawnmower and an electric bicycle. But he had a limp and a stutter and liked to read comic books, so he wasn’t really rocking my world.

‘I blame the fact that your father left when you were so young,’ Mum said.

That sobered me up. ‘You said he died,’ I said, staring at her.

She had the good grace to look uncomfortable. ‘Yes, well, I couldn’t very well tell you that he ran off with that slut Hilda now could I?’

I had no idea who Hilda was and I was more than a little shocked to find out that my Dad was still alive: scenes of a beautiful reunion playing through my mind like a slow motion movie.

‘Still,’ she continued, ‘I was sad to hear that they died in that freak circus accident. I mean no-one deserves to die like that.’

‘Freak circus accident?’

‘One of the lions got loose.’

It could have been the hangover, it might have been the stress over everyone being so happy that I had joined the police force when I hadn’t, it may have been the shock of finding out that my father had run off with a slut called Hilda only to be killed by a lion, but it was probably the combination of all three that caused me to burst into tears. Cocoa looked up from his grooming and attempted to lick my face.

‘There, there,’ said Mum, wrapping her arms around both of us, ‘it wasn’t the lion that got him. They were trampled to death by the crowd.’

I howled harder for poor Dad and Hilda, and I’m sorry to say, also for myself. I mean what the hell was I to do? I had an addiction to bad boys, a passion for fashion and I was living in Hickery which had neither. Something had to give.

I let Mum make me a nice cup of tea (her words), and some bacon and eggs while I contemplated my woes.

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