Today’s Words were due to come from Don Luis Da La Costa, but events beyond his control (his laptop went “kaboom”) has prevented that. Fortunately, Christine London, who was due to post her Words on the 9th of June, has stepped into the breach. Don’s Words will now appear in the slot originally slated for Chris.
Here’s the blurb for Soul in his Eyes by Christine London.
What would you do if suddenly, unexpectedly, a man entered your world…testing your attitudes, challenging your integrity, dislodging your emotional equilibrium and haunting your dreams with his eyes--- Not just any man, but Hollywood’s hottest Scottish actor?
Glasgow’s rough streets and the celebrity of Hollywood may seem light years apart, but when it comes to deliverance from the isolation inherent in both it is the unexpected that brings salvation to superstar Erik Bartholomew. Born and raised in a Glasgow working class suburb, hard drinking drop out of elite university programme, latecomer to acting, Hollywood’s hottest actor is having second thoughts about the invasive spotlight of fame.
A Los Angeles kindergarten teacher has never had cause to interact with Hollywood’s elite, much less consider the implications of a brush with fame until her quiet life is turned upside down by one chance encounter. What is the mysterious draw between such disparate people that is powerful enough to overcome distance and time? It is as if she can read his very soul through his eyes.
Fascinated by her pointed questions and almost magical ability to see into the depths of him, Erik reaches out to Christine in curiosity and attraction.
Is the gap between ordinary and mega stardom insurmountable?
Become a part of their world
Soul In His Eyes
By Christine London
And here is an excerpt from the book…
"Jacob Brice beware!" the black cloaked man rasped in rage as he leapt from the roof, landing hard on the stone steps of the mausoleum. The impact forced him nearly to his knees into a crouch. The sword in his hand struck the cast iron fence on the way down with a harsh metallic clank. Quickly dislodging it, he swung about to face his opponent. With the fury of betrayal in his eyes he lifted the blade up and around his head, striking the sword of the man before him with such force that it sent him reeling backwards. The opponent stumbled off the steps and down onto the ground, landing on his back. With his sword miraculously still in hand, the opponent scrambled to regain his footing.
His cloak swirled like thick black smoke behind him as he jumped down to carry on his attack.
Stand if you be a man." Jerad growled, regaining his balance.
"You are insane!" Jacob countered as he sprang to his feet.
Jerad lunged at him, teeth clenched in anger and exertion. Jacob countered. They fought blow for blow across the uneven terrain of the graveyard. Jacob caught his boot on the edge of a stone pathway, falling again to the ground, this time losing his grip on his weapon. It flew, landing at a distance in the dirt.
"Damn it", he cursed as the director shouted, "CUT."
Erik lowered his sword and strode over to see if his colleague was all right. Reaching down, he extended his arm to James, the actor playing his nemesis. "I don't think Jacob would have allowed such a faux paux," Erik jested as he helped James to his feet. "Are you all right, mate?" he asked.
"Yeah…just bloody clumsy. You're right. My character would never have lost his sword. Too much the classic protagonist."
"Right, boys. Shall we try that again?" Geoff boomed from his chair behind the camera. He rose and walked over to his two male leads. "That looked brilliant…well up until your little stumble, James. Just recreate what you did before that and it will be a print." The two actors were still breathing deeply from the exertion of the fight. Geoff looked at the expression on both of their faces and added, "Yeah, yeah…I know the bloody swords are heavy and it's difficult. All those hours in the gym do pay off, though." He gave them a wink and turned back toward his chair.
James and Erik looked at each other, resignation on their faces. Erik swept his cloak up over his arm and walked back toward the mausoleum. The inevitable make-up girl met him. She began touching up his face and hair like a cleaner fish swirling around a shark."Sorry for the sweat, my dear. Occupational hazard." He looked at her, reached for a bit of lint on her cheek and brushed it away with his thumb.
She blushed. "Mr. Bartholomew, if you aren't the cheeky one."
"Turn about is fair play," he quipped.
"All right, gentlemen. Let's get this done properly. Take your places, please," Geoff ordered. As Erik climbed atop the mausoleum, he smiled to himself. This shoot was a dream come true. It would most likely put his name on the actors "A" list. More importantly, he was having the time of his life.
Christine London was born in Chicago, Illinois, but left the long winters of the Midwest as a child to find her roots in the sun and charm of California, both North and South. Her adopted home became Great Britain when she spent a year of college in the east end of London with three male flat mates; one from each country on the main island. Her fascination and love affair with all things British has grown over the years, facilitated by summers spent trading houses.
Graduating from Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles, Chris continued with family, teaching, singing in a jazz sextet and running foot races (and winning) before discovering her true passion….the romance and adventure of writing.
It took one Scot to awaken her poetic appreciation of Scotland's natural beauty, and another Scot to ignite her passion for writing. Thank you, gentlemen.
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