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Island Pulp Detective: Roger’s Ex-wife, Sheraline, Has Her Say:

Published by Margaret Sisu in Island Pulp Detective · 14/6/2013 20:00:57
Tags: KinkyshortmysteryhumordetectiveRogerGoodingSheralineGoodingNude

    My mother always says that every argument has three sides and only one of them is the whole truth. Well, the truth is that Roger and I would still be married today if only he would have gotten his head out of the clouds and tried living like a grown-up.
     
      People who knew him back when he was at
Combermere (that’s one of the more prestigious local high schools, for those of you who don’t know) said that he would have made a good psychiatrist because he was always trying to fix other people’s problems, or a good engineer because he’s also good with his hands. It’s even easy to imagine him as the lawyer he was supposed to be because he’s smooth-talking and always looking for an angle. And he’s very easy on the eye—the first time I saw him nine years ago, my mouth watered; no lie (but don’t tell him I told you that). Another thing my mother says, though, is that ‘come see me’ and ‘come live with me’ are different things, and no truer words exist.
      
      Three years after we got married, after busting my butt to support him during two years of law school, Roger suddenly announced that he was dropping out to become a private investigator. I’d let it slide when he furnished our apartment completely with second-hand furniture from his brother. And I bit my tongue hard when, instead of buying me that car we’d been talking about, he lent the cash to one of his free-loading, sob-story friends who never even paid us back. I even looked the other way all the times he left me stranded because his mother crooked a finger and he went running. Then he throws away a chance at a legal practice and a comfortable life to skulk around behind unsavory dead-beats. I had three more years with that Roger Gooding and I said, "Enough, thank you." I left home at eighteen, travelled around until I decided that
Barbados was where I could have the life I wanted, and I’m not crazy enough to let myself end up worse off than I started out. So the marriage thing didn’t work out for Rog and me. Pity—I do miss that man some nights, though. Damn. (Don’t tell him I said that either.)
      
      Anyway, word on the street these days is that he’s good at what he does, so I might have to start watching my back. The last thing I need is for him to come snooping around and capsize this great boat I’m sailing.




Interview with Roger Gooding, Island Private Detective

Published by Margaret Sisu in Island Pulp Detective · 17/4/2013 19:45:35
Tags: KinkyshortmysteryhumordetectiveRogerGoodingNude

Knock, knock...
       Good afternoon, come on in. Please, have a seat. So, you’re here because
Ms. Sisu has decided to start writing down my little exploits and you want to hear some of it straight from the horse’s mouth.Well, I don’t like talking about myself but since you came all this way, I’ll oblige.
Can I offer you a drink? Water? Coke? I …uh…have a little something in the desk to flavor the Coke, if you know what I mean. No? Okay. Then straight down to business.
      Why did I become a private investigator? Shh, not so loud! My mother strolls in here sometimes like she owns the place and we don’t want to get her started on the subject!
      The truth is that I started out studying criminal law but dropped out two years in. The classroom just wasn’t for me. But I liked the… intricacies of the law, the insight into human nature, and the ways the girls used to look at me when they found out I would be mixing with a dangerous element. I ended up here as a compromise, you could say. The pay isn’t all that, but I’m my own boss.
       Doesn’t my family worry about me?
       Ha!
       My mother is too busy reminding me that Daddy is rolling over in his grave because I didn’t become a proper lawyer and complaining about wanting grandchildren to worry. My ex-wife doesn’t care what I do as long as my alimony payments are on time, and my other acquaintances, for the most part, are more interested in tapping me for information —free of charge, naturally—whenever they need. The only person who worries about me, if you can call it ‘worry’, is
HER, but I would rather not talk about HER, if you don’t mind. In fact, I avoid anything to do with HER whenever possible, even though my buddies think I’m nuts. But they don’t have to deal with HER so I don’t listen to them.
       Anyway, I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I can handle myself . I have a licensed gun, of course, but what I like to say that words are often more powerful than weapons, and a man who knows how to wield his words can get himself out of hot water time and again. Out of a lot of hot water.
      But, of course, if the situation leaves me no other choice, I shoot the bastard.






Excerpt: GOOD & KINKY – Island Pulp Detective Series, Episode 1

Published by Margaret Sisu in Island Pulp Detective · 8/4/2013 20:11:59
Tags: excerptGoodingKinkymysterydetectivehumorNude





      "I counted to twenty then hit the intercom button on the phone twice.
       Seconds later, in walked a vision: medium height with bounteous endowments where I appreciated them most—at top—and no wedding ring. I noticed the rest afterward: medium brown complexion, v-neck dress that skimmed slim, toned curves; shapely knees and calves, and even a shy flower tattoo on one well-turned ankle. Her dark, kinky hair topped big brown eyes, high cheeks, and a full, boat-shaped mouth. She looked in her late twenties, but when she shook my hand her grip was forthright and strong.
I pointed to a caned mahogany chair that kept up the rustic theme of my décor—a complement of seasoned, second-hand furniture I’d got at a bereavement auction.
       "So, Ms—?"
       "Montelly. Miranda Montelly," she said in a broad, eastern seaboard accent as she dropped down into the chair so that it shifted slightly under the impact. Her shoulders slumped as if under a burden and there were worry lines bracketing her mouth.
       "So, Ms. Montelly, I understand that you need a Good Investigation?" I liked to use the clever gambit to break the ice but she didn’t give it the reaction I thought it rated.
       "Mr. Gooding, my cousin, Amanda Rice, disappeared a little over two months ago and I can’t find out what happened to her. I’m at my wits end."
       It felt like she’d jumped right to chapter two and I frowned, confused. "Your cousin came here on holiday and disappeared?"
       She flapped a hand. "I’m sorry, I’m not explaining properly. Amanda is Bajan, living here. In early February, she sent me an email saying that she was coming to New York on holiday and wanted to visit me. She even sent me her itinerary so I’d know when she would be there and we could plan to meet up. I was excited because I haven’t seen her in a long while, you see. Then the day for her arrival came but I didn’t hear from her. When her three weeks passed and her return date, too, I called every number I had for her to find out why she hadn’t got in touch when she was in the US but she never answered. I sent her emails all through March. Nothing. I even contacted people here that we both knew and no one had seen or heard from her either. I finally flew in myself three days ago and it’s like she disappeared into thin air."
       I set my elbows on the desk and steepled my fingers together, hoping I looked like I was thinking profoundly professional thoughts. And I was—kind of. It was the end of April. That meant that Amanda Rice had been out of touch for over ten weeks and, as unwilling as I was to send the first potential income in a month back out through my door, I had to ask the obvious question:
     "Why not just go to the police?"
     Ms. Montelly gestured elaborately. "I did. A few weeks ago, I called them from the US and told them my concerns. It was only yesterday, in person, that they finally informed me that immigration records showed Amanda checking in for her flight to JFK on the date she’d planned but her name isn’t on any return flight manifests, so they figure she’s still in the US and there’s nothing more they can do."
     "And the police in New York?" Thanks to television, everyone knew that America had slews of high-tech contingents dedicated to finding missing people. Locally, for the most part, you just called around until the "missing" turned up on someone’s boat or in their spare back bedroom.
     "I tried the NYPD even before the Barbados Police Force," Ms. Montelly said darkly. "They said that there was no record of Amanda ever landing at JFK or any other US airport for that matter so I should check back here. Each side is saying that it’s the other side’s job which is why I ended up here."
      I dropped my posturing, picking up the scent of a real puzzle—and, more importantly, real billable hours. I took out my notebook from my pocket, snatched a pen from the chipped clay mug on my desk, and jotted down the highlights thus far…"





Coming Soon: Island Pulp Detective Series

Published by Margaret Sisu in Island Pulp Detective · 21/3/2013 20:23:59
Tags: GoodingKinkypulpmysterydetectivehumorfictionshortCaribbeanBarbadosNude

Q: So, Margaret, you’re going to do a fiction series with a recurring character all. What’s it about? Vampires? Serial killers? A geeky mathematician?
A: Nope. It’s pulp fiction. Not Quentin Tarantino’s movie—the genre pulp fiction.

Q: Pulp fiction?! You mean those fast-paced stories from way back in the 1920’s and 1940’s?! Goodness, where did that idea come from?

A: I’m a pulp fiction and old black and white movie fan. Dates my taste, I know, but everyone likes a quick, cheap thrill now and again and pulp delivers. A few years ago I unearthed my Black Lizard Big Book of Pulps and delved back into Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe and it hit me that I’d like to try something similar.

Q: So why did you take so long to do this?

A: Because The Nude was a priority at the time, as was learning this new world of publishing and book marketing (shudder). One thing at a time. And anyway I didn’t want to recreate the same old brash Bogart-types or dye-bottle dames. I wanted to modernize and give it my own slant.
Q: And did you?
A: We’ll see. It hit me that I could kill several birds with one stone: create a recurring character fans could get to know without committing myself to over a year writing a whole novel, write short stories—something I really enjoy, offer mystery, action, and a bit of naughtiness which everyone enjoys, AND write about my homeland, modern Barbados, which is a ripe setting for simmering intrigue under all that bustling, balmy neatness. Plus it helps me beat off the homesickness when it strikes.

Q: Does your series have a name?

A: Island Pulp Mysteries…or Island Pulp Mystery Series…or Island Pulp Detective Series. I’m having trouble committing to one, but not to the individual storylines!

Q: So who is your main character?

A: Roger Barrisford Gooding, a local private investigator and quintessential Bajan man—sexy and aggravating. (His is a very Barbadian name, by the way).

Q: So the first story is done? When can we read it?

A: Yes, it’s done. I’m now doing what I call the ‘dressing up’ but it’s an e-pub—pdf and e-readers—so it won’t take as long as for traditional hard print format. By the end of March it should be out.

Q: And what’s this first story called?

A: Good & Kinky

Q (& raised brows): Kinky, huh? Ooh, boy. What’s it about?

A: It’s about a woman who goes missing after her boyfriend…( a smile and head shake)…Nah. On second thoughts, you can read about it next week on
Facebook.

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Xlibris Blog - Pt 1 - Author Margaret Sisu Bares Naked Truth about Writing and Her Debut Novel ‘The Nude’

Published by Margaret Sisu in The Nude · 20/2/2013 20:29:51
Tags: NudeartnonfictionmysteryintrigueromanceKinky

I am honored to be in the Author Spotlight on The Xlibris Blog for my first novel, The Nude.
Writing Roots
“Picture a chubby five year old in a hallway full of books trying to decide what she’ll read today—by herself. Picture a reedier nine-year elbowing her out of the way because she’s taking too long. Picture parents calmly reaching over their heads to grab something for themselves and leaving them to their own devices. In my childhood home, if you were old enough to ask what a book was, you were old enough to start learning to read it for yourself, to the adults—not the other way around.
Growing up in a book-filled environment (my father was an English teacher and school principal—enough said) my sister and I became inveterate readers. At lights-out, the illuminated cone under the blanket was us sneaking in another chapter. Throughout later life, reading has remained a bulwark-and-reprieve we come back to like home base.
I went a step further and conjured up stories in my head but the past time took a back seat as my medical career advanced. Inevitably writing floated back to the surface in the last several years.
Since my mother always said—’If you’re going to do something, you might as well do it properly,’ (she was a bit prissy) — I took a year of fiction writing to learn the art of its finer nuances. Then I spent another year plodding through the first draft of my first ‘real’ novel. I feared criticism so ripped the band-aid off by finding a ‘real’ editor—someone who would pick up my fledgling effort with disdain, criticize without heart, and itemize my literary abominations, forcing me to put my effort back together again minus the bits that didn’t work. I wanted learn to write like the authors I admired—Ludlum, Christie, Steele, Moseley, Morrison, Dickey, to name a few.
That first novel—The Nude—I self-published because I figured agents were unlikely to take on a nobody. Then I chose to get official book reviews but chickened out when the email arrived and wouldn’t open it for a week so as not to ruin my Christmas.
When I finally sucked it up, Kirkus had given it a star, calling it ‘a masterful debut. An enthralling first novel.’ Whooppee! Writer’s Digest remarked, ‘This book was extremely well-written. The plot was fantastic.’ And Blog critics for Readerviews said, ‘[The Nude] is a perfect combination of romance and intrigue…Readers are sure to be surprised.’ It was even recommended on USAToday.com. That’s all well and good—and vital—but I’m looking now on getting sales where it really counts. And I’m onto my second book, feeling more pressure, not less.”
On Her Literary Influences
“By my early teens, I was reading Toni Morrison, Archie comics, Stephen King, and poetry. My indiscriminate reading made me less genre-focused. If writing is good, it’s good, whether it’s series romances, erotic fiction, graphic novels, Pulitzer-prize fiction, or biographies.
Writing, however, I lean towards melodrama but I want my words and my plots to be equally strong. I admire Toni Morrison’s and Eric Jerome Dickey’s lyrical language and ability get into the heads of characters and depict what drives them; I like Carl Hiaasen’s and Terry Pratchett’s ripping tongue-in-cheek humor. Brilliant Mary Balogh and Sandra Brown elevated romance to an art form. Robert Ludlumand Agatha Christie did intrigue worlds, eras, and settings apart and both were equally gripping.
My focus, hence, may be a little muddled but I’m working to straighten that out. I wanted to learn to write like the authors I’d come to admire—Ludlum, Christie, Steele, Moseley, Morrison, Dickey, to name a few—and to my crashing disappointment, I haven’t yet learned to write like them.
Instead, I am learning to write like me.”
The Nude
“The Nude is about a young photographer, Gwen, who enters into a love affair with an older, globetrotting and very talented artist Adam, until he discovers that she’s the daughter of a man he once knew—an artist whose brief spotlight was shattered by his own destructive narcissism. Gwen in turn discovers one of Adam’s works—a stunning nude—hidden away in his closet which he refuses to exhibit or even discuss. When the painting does find its way into a prestigious New York exhibit and garners international acclaim, Gwen finds out that it’s connected to secrets in her family’s past, and her digging to uncover those secrets brings down a storm on her and Adam’s heads even as those around them begin plotting their own agendas for the now famous painting.”
There’s a Part 2, which can be found here on the Xlibris Blog.





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