Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Lady Eve and the fortune teller

I remember going to a Renaissance Fair and having my fortune read--she said I would meet a tall, handsome man...but that's another story.

This week I'm going to talk about one of my favorite heroines in my novels, Lady Eve Marlowe, a titled Englishwoman who has an insatiable appetite for sexual adventure in 1939 Europe in that time when the world was teetering on the brink of war.

Lady Eve doesn’t see it coming. She’s unbelievably rich, beautiful and lonely…

Her journey begins in the duty-free port of Port Said, a city in Egypt which “harbors a white slave trade flourishing in its hidden places, bars, and houses where young girls languish and perish under the thumbs of men.”

She has her fortune told in a seedy bar:

"You will meet a man within a fortnight,” he insisted, “and his fire will peel the skin from your bones, making you lose all control–”

I pulled my hand away. “Sounds unpleasant.” I tried to keep my voice steady, not let him see how his prediction affected me, nurtured the elusive dream I craved, but even as I said the words, my lower belly ached and fever consumed me.

The fortune teller continued, “With him you will find immortality.”

I pondered this, though not for long. Immortality? What nonsense. What near eastern alchemy he was peddling I could only guess. I doubted I could find a man to fulfill the incompleteness haunting me since my husband’s death and assuage my hunger for the pleasures long denied to me. Still–

“Where will I meet this man?” I had to ask, wanting to believe I could escape my loneliness through this pre-destined encounter. I held my hands together in my lap to stop them from shaking. If I found such a man in Port Said and found sexual pleasure with him, that would mean I’d crossed the line into another world.

I sensed I was at a dangerous impasse by snubbing the staid world of British royals, forcing me to face what I thought I’d left behind: My taste for the sweetest of tortures. I’ll not regale you, dear reader, with details. They will come later.”

-–from Chapter 2, Cleopatra’s Perfume

So begins the Lady Eve’s journey that will take her to Cairo, London then Berlin in the spring of 1941…

Best, Jina


Wynter said...

What an enticing excerpt! Love the foreshadowing.

Michelle Polaris said...

How enticing! I want the details.

Paige Tyler said...

Sounds great!


Jina Bacarr said...

Thank you, Wynter -- this is back in 1939 when Lady Eve meets the mysterious Ramzi and he convinces her that an ancient bottle containing Cleopatra's perfume (solid perfume) will grant her immortality.

Jina Bacarr said...

Michelle -- here is a very short excerpt when Lady Eve meets Ramzi:

...Ramzi paid her no attention as he caressed my shoulder blades with his long fingers, his touch so hot I jumped, as if a naked burning bulb made contact with my skin. He laughed, then touched me again.

Teasing, I pulled away from him and, with great finesse, I plucked my cotton socks stained with brown around the toes off my feet, then stood before him, my eyes matching his stare.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, licking my lips and running my hands through my white blonde hair, then chewing on wayward strands with my teeth.

"I wish to see you nude."

"And then?" I teased, smoothing my hands over my hips as if I were wearing red velvet, though I stood before him in my undergarments.

"I will decide if your body pleases me."

"I'm more interested in seeing what you have to offer me."

Jina Bacarr said...

Thanks, Paige!! I appreciate you stopping by.