A saucy bit from HOLLYWOOD SINNERS

A saucy bit from HOLLYWOOD SINNERS

A Story by Peter Joseph Swanson
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This is a bit from HOLLYWOOD SINNERS:

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This is an excerpt from my published novel (in paperback or kindle) that takes place in 1939, HOLLYWOOD SINNERS:

 

Just off La Brea Avenue near Hollywood Boulevard, Carol sat at a charming small table by herself that was covered in a cozy red check tablecloth. A candle in a green glass jar flickered.  She poured another glass of red wine from the bottle in a basket.


A swarthy man sat down opposite her.  “You shouldn’t eat alone.  You’re too pretty.”


“I don’t think there’s any black olives in the meatballs.  Aren’t they supposed to do that? These don’t have any. ”


He shook his head. “Not usually.  Mama used to make them that way.


My brother loved them so much.  But meatballs aren’t usually made that way.  How odd you should say that.  I’m in town looking for him.  He just came to Hollywood and then disappeared.”


“Oh. Really. Well, anyway.  A man named Ramon Classic used to tell me that the best way to make meatballs �" “


“That’s my brother!”


“Ramon?”


“Yes!  Yes!  Where is he?”


Carol frowned.  “He was shot.”


“What?”


Carol nodded.  “I was there. He ran from a copper and he was plugged in the back.”


“What?”


“Yep.  Shot full of daylight.”


“Oh my God.  Oh sweet Mary.  Oh my poor brother!  I’ll kill whoever it was who did that to him!”


Carol repeated. “It was a copper.  He was running.  He wouldn’t stop.  I was there.”


“How did you know my brother?”


“We was.  You know.  He and I.  We was working the streets.”


“You a working girl?  You have a new man to take care of you?”


“No, I don’t have a man in my life right now. I got a gal to watch over me.  Now I’m just a dancehall hostess.”


“Be my dollface.  Be my girl.  I won’t make you work the streets.  I’ll buy you nice things.”


“How many girls you got in your stable by now?”


“Only three.  But I bet you’ll be the one who lasts.”


“If you want me that way, I don’t share.  But I promise you, I can do three different things to you in bed better than anybody else.  You won’t miss out on that department.”


His eyes bugged out and he looked around the bistro to see if anybody else had heard her say that.  “My you advertise your movie like a studio executive.”


Carol agreed.  “It’s Hollywood.  You got to sell hard.  Sell fast. Hit below the belt.  Sell before the next guy.  Try to sound original, even though you ain’t.”

 


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Go look at the many reviews at Amazon!


http://www.amazon.com/Hollywood-Sinners-Tinseltown-Trilogy-Swanson/dp/1600760414/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1297087950&sr=8-2

 

 

© 2011 Peter Joseph Swanson


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*Humph* Hollywood. They might as well call it Hollow hood. Hood of the brainwashed and warped celebrity idols. Anyways, nice writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Awesome =)

Posted 13 Years Ago


So true, Hollywood never does change. Always some sort of drama going up in there. I love that place, though. So many new stories circling 'round. Good write, though.1

Posted 13 Years Ago


that town will never change , great story telling

Posted 13 Years Ago


A cool write. Nicely done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


very, very impressive! excellent writing. what a gift for flow!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice little preview of your work. I'll check out your Amazon reviews

Posted 13 Years Ago



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