|JCP News • Issue 3 • March 2008
Beautiful, Mysterious and Bizarre: Erotica by Jordan Castillo Price
ON SHORT STORIES IN AN EXISTING STORYVERSE:
So here's something strange. I don't like it when authors of series write short stories set in those storyverses. It makes it feel like you've got to run out and buy an anthology of stuff you wouldn't otherwise read just to get a little taste of the characters you love, but the main storyline isn't resolved, and that's what you really care about.
So what do I do while I'm waiting for the fourth PsyCop manuscript to come back from my editor? Write short stories in the PsyCop-verse. Of course.
I'm not going to make you go out and buy any anthologies full of authors you've never heard of. The latest PsyCop Short, Mind Reader, is available free at my LuLu Store. If you're the sort who gets squeamish when Crash gets too close to Vic, feel free to read it with one eye closed!
If you enjoy it, I'd love it if you left me a review there.
I'm also working on another Crash-centric short in the vein of Many Happy Returns, which I'll put out as a super cheap eBook when it's ready.
There's also a bonus mini-fic in the PsyCop blog. Check it out if you missed it!
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From Zero Hour
Will came around the counter. His pants hung low on his hips. He was definitely too thin. Didn't his POD-mind care? Not that A.I.s could actually care, but it was certainly against their programs to let their charges waste away. Maybe Will's job was just too physical, and his interface needed to be tweaked.
Will cleared his throat. Ernest blinked and looked up from Will's hips.
"Here." Will dropped the monitor on the table. It clattered. He snapped the IV bag onto an overhead hook and unkinked the tubing. "Shunt."
I'm hard pressed to come up with an answer when people ask me what I write. So far, erotica and erotic romance publishers are the only ones who'll print my stuff. And yet I don't think of myself as a romance writer.
I like scary stories. I like images that stick with me and hijack my brain at inopportune times. I like writing that haunts me. And that's what I strive to write.
I'm shopping around a vampire hunter story that, I realized after I'd sent it to a couple of places, could technically be considered "snuff" fiction. Sometimes the obvious escapes me. All of these places clearly state "no snuff" in their guidelines. Mea culpa.
I've also tried my hand recently at pure horror, and was delighted with the short story I came up with. (I will be sure to point you toward it, erotica or not, when it finds a home.) However, I was supposed to stick to a PG-13 rating, and ended up stuffing a prostitute with duct tape over her mouth in the trunk of a car. It's implied that a guy picks the girls up for his wife and they murder them together. But "implied" is the magic word there. If that's what the reader "gets" from seeing a prostitute in a car trunk with duct tape over her mouth, it's not my fault that they've got a dirty mind.
Adam used to hit nine, ten parties a week. But now that he's realized that there's more to him than just his physical shell of a body, he can't believe how shallow everyone else is being. He's just about to ditch Jennifer's lame party when she introduces him to her brother, John.
John is older than the guys Adam normally hooks up with, but he totally gets where Adam is coming from. John is reluctant to get with a stranger, but sometimes two souls see something in one another--and there's just no stopping them from connecting.
This eBook is available for 79¢ at my LuLu Storefront! (Try before you buy; the first two pages are available as a preview.)
Mind Reader - a PsyCop Short
Fascinating things can be learned on a field trip.
Crash has something to prove to one of his internet colleagues. Luckily he knows a level-five medium who can debunk the theory that mummification ties a spirit to the material plane.
Vic is perfectly willing to go to the museum with his lover's ex-boyfriend, but it seems like nothing he says or does will satisfy Crash.
This eBook is available for FREE at my LuLu Storefront!
Zero Hour - Chapter 3
"I'd better go downstairs," said Will. "Some of the other customers might be trying to get out."
If they could even move after their "rushes." Ernest listened as Will's footsteps thudded down the stairs. He looked around the room. It felt huge. Terrifying. All of the books, the stacks and stacks of them, were no longer something he wanted to explore. Ernest pushed the fabric that covered him to the end of the sofa, swung his legs over the side, and crept to the door, down the stairs, and along the hall.
Will stood behind his counter, "chatting" with one of the VR customers. The woman. Her hair was black, streaked with iron gray. The skin at the corner of her eyes crinkled. How old was she? Thirty and five? Thirty and ten?
Ernest ducked down, and he ran.
He burst through the front door and onto the sidewalk. "Louise!"
Down the block, his POD snapped out of its dock, propelled itself to the magnetic strip that ran down the center of the street, and glided toward Ernest. He scurried along to meet it, casting furtive glances back over his shoulder.
"Hello, Ernest. How was your--?"
"Let me in," he snapped.
A series of lights flashed on the POD's front viscreen. "Ernest? You don't look well." There was a small click, and the POD swung open. Ernest climbed in and L0U15E shut the POD.
"Take me out of this neighborhood. Somewhere far away that won't use up too many credits."
"Far away? How far?"
"I don't know. Fifth street."
What would L0U15E have done if he'd requested to go to Casablanca? Ernest wasn't sure.
Email me at jordan (at) psycop (dot) com
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