Author
Mary D. Brooks
Author Bio
Mary lives in Australia and has been writing since she was eight when she rewrote her favourite tv shows when stories didn’t quite end up the way she wanted. Sometimes in a world of her own, she relished the quiet to invent new stories and worlds. Mary has written non-fiction articles for Australian and US magazines but her first love is fiction. When she’s not writing, she’s designing sites, creating art or being chief editor/owner of AUSXIP.com You can find Mary’s author site at http://www.nextchapter.net or her fiction series site at http://intertwinedsouls.nextchapter.net
Description
It’s 1950 and Zoe Lambros is a young Arts College graduate who has found work in the Sydney Art Gallery as a junior art restorer. She has also attracted the unwanted and offensive attention of Sebastian Fletcher, one of Australia’s greatest artists. Zoe is not one to take a backward step, but she finds herself unable to fight back without losing the job she loves. No one is going to believe the young artist’s claims against an Australian icon. Enter Zoe’s lover who has decided to take matters into her own hands and is eager to take on the role of Zoe’s defender. A masquerade ball offers Eva Haralambos, Zoe’s dark-haired, blue eyed, six-foot tall peaceful and gentle partner, the chance to metamorphosize into a tattooed, leather clad Greaser on her own intimidatory mission. Can the tender, kind-hearted Eva become a tough Widgie Knight for her lady in distress
Plus Zoe’s Journal: Jumping Off The Cliff
It’s late evening and Zoe has taken to her journal to write about Eva’s efforts to defend her honor. Zoe reflects on the woman that she loves and how Eva transformed into her brave knight. Eva reveals who she imitated to achieve the intimidating figure she became.
Illustrations
Featuring Brazilian artist Lucia Nobrega’s illustrations of Eva and Zoe Lambros from the Intertwined Souls Series.
Book excerpt
Eva looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head at her reflection. Her long hair was slathered by that foul cream that Zoe had used to grease it. Zoe had hidden her hair under a short haired black wig that she had managed to find. She was wearing the black leather pants Zoe had created, and they were tight. Not tight enough so she couldn’t move, but very snug.
“I hope I don’t need to go to the bathroom.”
The t-shirt they had borrowed from Patrick was on the bed, and long black boots were sitting next to the bed. Zoe had very patiently drawn a phoenix rising out of the fire on Eva’s chest. Eva tilted her head to the left and traced the phoenix’s head. She leaned in for a close look and marveled at Zoe’s attention to detail. Eva’s smile broadened on seeing how detailed the eyes were. Instead of black, they had a tiny dot of blue.
Zoe came up behind her and put her arms around her waist. “You were miles away,” she said. “You didn’t even hear me calling you.”
“I didn’t hear you love. I was just trying to get into the right frame of mind and,” Eva replied before Zoe gave her a quick kiss. “I was also admiring your beautiful artwork”
“Ah. The phoenix looks gorgeous, better than I thought, and it looks so beautiful against your skin,” Zoe said as she traced the temporary tattoo. “Before you second guess, Patrick is alright in the boyfriend stakes, and yes, you are sexy in those pants.”
Eva threw her head back and laughed. “I don’t think I can sit down. How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“It’s because I know you.”
“Did I scare Elena too much?”
“You did a little, but she knows it was an act,” Zoe quietly replied. “It took me back to when we were arguing in the cellar.”
“Are we going to talk about the war? Let’s not.” Eva knew talking about the war would end with both of them in tears. “Can we get back to me looking sexy in these pants?”
“Yes, sexy pants is far better than war stories. Yes, they are very sexy on you. I can’t wait to get them off you. ” Zoe gently slapped Eva’s butt. “Wait here.”
Zoe ran out of the room as Eva let out an exaggerated sigh. She came back with Eva’s camera.
“Zoe, you don’t need a photograph.”
“Oh, yes, I do,” Zoe said as she arranged Eva’s hair. “Ready?”
Eva rolled her eyes and sighed. “Don’t I need to wear the shirt?”
“Not yet.” Zoe came close to Eva and took a photograph of the phoenix. “Half naked is good.”
