Thursday, March 28, 2013

Celebrating Spring With A Bit of Carnival Temptress

In celebration of Spring Break, here's another excerpt from Carnival Temptress (The Revelers Series).


“Get up. Dance up. Who ready? She ready. J’Ouvert time!” Banging on the pot, Micha went to each room, chanting her chorus. She’d never heard so much cussing.

“Now you, b-yatches know how it feels.” She returned the pot and spoon to the kitchen.

“Payback.” Asha stumbled down the hall to the bathroom.

Micha knew she’d pay dearly for her wake-up assistance. Whatever. It felt good to get back at them. Most times, she was the last to get going. Their threats to leave her behind always fell on deaf ears.

“You’d better take off the jewelry.” Simone pointed at Micha’s earrings and necklace. “Didn’t you bring something old that you didn’t mind having to throw in the trash?”

“When you said old, I thought you meant like not fancy.”  She’d worn a blouse that she’d bought about two years ago. The horizontal stripes were cute, but with the inches expanded around her body and limbs, those horizontal stripes were not flattering. “This will have to do.”

“Okay,” Simone replied in a tone that suggested she might regret it. “Mud. Powder. Chocolate syrup. Coconut flakes. Your body will be covered.”

“Sounds like a damn good sundae to me. Are they feeding us?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have gotten a ticket that didn’t include food and amenities. By the way, we will be hanging with the Mudderation Crew.”

“Sounds fab…not.” Micha wondered how she was going to keep mud from getting on her hair. Once she saw Asha and the other tied scarves on their heads, she copied with hers.

Once again, 4 a.m., they headed out to the meeting point for their J’Ouvert band, Mudderation Crew. Their group quickly expanded as arrivals, still in pristine condition, added on to the ranks. Music underscored the semi-chaotic feel.

“What are those?” Micha pointed to trucks that lined the road.

“First truck is the music. The truck with the flat bed had the barrels of mud. This is a much smaller set up than the mas bands that you’ll see later today. The last truck has the bar cooler with the drinks and a cooling zone. The operator will spray and you can enjoy or not.”

“Time to get our mud on!” Simone yelled the charge, as if she was going into battle and they were her troops expected to follow.

Micha took the small bowls of mud and poured over her body, as if she was lathering up in a shower. She stayed clear of her face, especially with her contact lens as a potential issue.

Anais stood just out of reach of taking the bowl of mud or getting splashed. “You know, I understand the Carnival tradition of Jour Ouvert. I researched, followed what you all told me, but this part is….” Her mouth curled up with a definite distaste. “And my hair is not going to stay under this small scarf.”

“First, stop calling it joy-vert. It’s jou-vay…think French. This is the official start of the Carnival—it’s day break. You can’t begin without this celebration. It’s like dressing up without washing your face and brushing your teeth.”

“Simone, you ‘ear dat.” Micha teased, trying her own version of the accent.

“Class in session. All yah, listen. We’re here to celebrate all our darker elements, devils, imps and spirits before the Lenten season.”

Asha grabbed Anais’s long hair with her muddy hands. “Where’s your latina, middle eastern inner spirit, my friend?” With that open question, Asha proceeded to scoop the mud and liberally apply to Anais’s body, face, and, as an added measure, emptied the remaining contents onto her hair.

Micha and Simone grabbed each other’s hands, waiting for the explosion.

Carnival Temptress (e-novella) available for Kindle and Nook; 99 cents.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Still Celebrating Launch of Carnival Temptress

Carnival Temptress is ready and available on Kindle and Nook. This e-novella was especially significant because it was my first story created from the start for my self-publishing arm--Stella Maris Publishing. By the way, Stella Maris was my Catholic elementary school in Guyana. A place that nurtured my love for reading and writing stories.

This Revelers series is a venture shared with Marcia King-Gamble is also writing carnival-themed stories. We will be publishing various stories, in tandem, throughout the year. Her book, Seducing Circe, will follow Carnival Temptress.

I also want to acknowledge a friend, Michelle "Trinibaby" Buckmire, for all her help with details about Carnival. It's one thing to research the event and watch the videos on YouTube to get an idea. However, having an avid, veteran Carnival reveler to provide the finer details was a wonderful bonus. Any deviations from actual goings-on was my intent as author.

I'll leave you with a wonderful video about Trinidad. Happy Spring!

Friday, March 8, 2013

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Destra-Call My Name

Ladies can rock at Soca too. Destra is one of the queens of Soca. Here she is with Call My Name.

Destra Garcia is known for her high energy live performances, as you'll see in the video.



Lyrics for Call My Name

If you looking for somebody to come and rock spine
Just call my phone , dial my number boy anytime
Doh worry bout getting none of them roamin charges
And if its good service yuh lookin for then its me you have it

Just dem to call meh (Its my pleasure!)
Just dem to call meh (Call me whenever)
Inside of the fete (Just call my name)
Yuh want to get wet (Just call my name)
All out on the road (Just call my name)
In case you forget nowww

dey call de the Party Animal, we jammin straight till mornin
Is only me dey callin
dey call me the Queen of Bacchanal, is only non-stop wukkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Meh lover)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

If yah lookin for somebody to get yah in De mood
Jus link me boy on my bb N I’ll be rude
Doh worry bout misbehaving dis is De season
We inside De fete whining low you don’t need a reason

Just tell them to call me (Its my pleasure!)
Just tell them to call mayyyyy (Call me whenever)
Inside of the fete (Just call my name)
You want to get wet (Just call my name)
All out on the road (Just call my name)
In case you forget nowww

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanalll, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

(Bridge)
If you feelin like yah cyah wait, Just call my name and be there
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Cause I need you like you need me , Don’t leave me
In case you forget meee

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanal, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin


Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanal, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

Dsstra, Destra, Destra, Me love her, justcall my name destra destra destra just call my name

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Kes-Thief A Wine

A song that I played, while writing, to help set the mood of what to expect for Carnival.

Here's KES, a Trinidadian soca band, formed in 2005 by three brothers and a friend. Their song is Thief A Wine.



Lyrics for Thief A Wine:

Ah cya let you get away
So I coming over dey
And thief a wine on you.

Baby come right here
Push it up on me
Before this party done
We’ll start a love affair
Baby you done know
Make dat bumper roll
I does lose control
Cya let you wine alone

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

I tell you don’t hold back on me
Whole day and whole night I hunting
And what you have I want it
I coming to rock that body
Just back-back and push that on me
Don’t do me that, no teasing
Cus what you got gyal I want it
Gyal don’t mek me beg you for it

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

I tell you don’t hold back on me
Whole day and whole night I hunting
And what you have I want it
I coming to rock that body
Just back-back and push that on me
Don’t do me that, no teasing
Cus what you got gyal I want it
Gyal don’t mek me beg you for it

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Indian Gyal by Machel and Drupatee

I'll be posting songs that inspired the story writing process and motivated the characters on their journey.

The first song is by Machel Montano and Drupatee Ramgoonai called Indian Gyal. Machel Montano is a long time Trinidadian soca singer, record producer, and songwriter. Drupatee is also Trinidadian and is known for her chutney soca and chutney songs, which blends Hindi and English in the uptempo Calypso-soca beat.

The ladies in my Carnival Temptress are dancing and listening to this song, as they try to persuade out-of-work Maya Lindsey to join them at Trinidad Carnival. The bandleader of these ladies, Asha Jaikaran, an indo Trinidadian, considers this song her personal anthem.


For those who can't follow the accent--LOL--Here's Indian Gyal

Well this indian gyal cyah come
and wok she waist
Take over the street
Make ah bacchanal in the place

Drop to the gound and
Shake all around
Push up on a speaker
Break it like ah indian drum

Calling it Mr Lotala
This gyal she popular
She known from all over
She come from India
But she is my sister
My one only sister
If you coming over come
and meet me by the bar

So you can
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
Yuh want meh
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
All come and
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
Yuh wah me
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki

Calling it Mr Lotala
This gyal she popular
She known from all over
She come from India
But she is my sister
My one only sister
If you coming over come
and meet me by the bar

Friday, March 1, 2013

Carnival Temptress -- Excerpt Teaser

RELEASE DATE: SOON!!!

Please enjoy this excerpt of Carnival Temptress, part of The Revelers Series with Marcia King-Gamble; upcoming March release. Editorial changes may still be made until final release.
Chapter One

                “Hey, baby, I’m heading out, now.” Maya nuzzled her man’s cheek with the tip of her nose.

                “Okay. Is the coffee machine programmed?”

                “Yep. Nine o’clock on the dot.” She slid her hand along Teddy’s back and over his firm ass. She squeezed his butt cheek, sucking air between her teeth, at the sexual rush. “God, I want you so bad.”

                “You’re like an addict.”

                Maya moaned. “Cause I don’t get to see you often.”

                “Don’t start.”

                Maya bit back further protest. They’d spent too many hours fighting about their long distance relationship. Well, to be honest, Teddy issued his mandate and she fumed and held a grudge. She’d even tried to withhold the v-jay jay, but once he stripped down to get into bed, not only her mouth drooled its juices.

                “Love you.”

                Teddy grunted his response.

                Maya smiled and squeezed his butt once more for good measure. Time to get to work.

                No matter what the weather, driving to the metro at seven o’clock in the morning sucked. Daylight savings time made sure the early part of the day would be bright for the slugs heading to work. However, on this January hump day, the sleet beat down on the cars parking at the metro station.

                Maya joined the other drivers huddled in their coats, with umbrellas raised, and sloshed their way to the train. The cold temperature had a bite that hung on and seeped into her bones. Her teeth clenched for the entire train ride until she arrived at the fashion boutique where she’d worked for the last twelve years.

                From part-time sales girl to senior sales associate and in training as a buyer, Maya loved the world of high-end fashion. The career served as the gateway to the world. Armed with a college degree in general studies, she’d muddled her way through several jobs until she landed the part-time job.

                Maya reached for the door, but hesitated. The entire store was already lit. That was her job, getting the store ready for the day. Slowly she opened the door and stepped in. “Hello? Flo, is that you?”

                “Oh, hi Maya. Yes, I’m here. Had to do some work.” Her boss moved around the store clearly preoccupied.

                “Want me to run and get some coffee?” Maya suddenly felt nervous with Flo’s offbeat manner and unusual appearance.

                “No.”

                “Do you want me to work on something?”

                “No.”

                Maya stopped. “Something is wrong. What is it?”

                “I’m waiting for Bob and Lucy to show up.”

                The door chimed announcing their arrival. The couple had recently hooked up and lucked out with the same work hours. They fell into the small store with an exuberance borne of their highly romantic antics. Their giggles and loud exclamations sounded particularly louder than normal and completely out of place with Flo’s unhappy countenance.

                “Guys, I need to talk to you.” Flo waited for them to squeeze into her small office. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small number of envelopes.

                Cold dread rushed down Maya’s spine. Her stomach protested against the surge of acid. She took the envelope from Flo’s shaking hand.

                “We’re fired.” Bob said in a flat tone. Lucy hadn’t bothered to open her envelope. But accepted Bob’s declaration as truth and looked ready to cry.

                Maya scanned the formal letter. No encouraging words. No false sense of empathy.

                Thank you for your service. Due to unforeseen circumstances, all stores are closing. Your check will be adjusted with a two week credit. Good luck with your future endeavors.

                As far as she was concerned, they could have saved the Sincerely, and just wrote in Fuck you, Management.

                Now she realized what Flo had been doing: boxing up paperwork, cleaning out files, basically helping the enemy clean up.

                Maya put on her coat, slowly buttoned the front. While her body functioned on autopilot, her mind struggled to know what to do next. All she wanted was to go home and slide into bed next to Teddy’s body.

                She dialed his cell. No answer. No matter. Her day was screwed. She dialed Asha’s number.

                “Who the hell is this?”

                “Asha, it’s me.”

                “Who? Maya? Do you know what time it is?”

                “Yeah. Actually I do. I go to work every morning.”

                “I know you didn’t call me to bitch about you working and me not having to.”

                “Be quiet, Asha. I’ve been fired.”

                “Did you finally cuss out that lazy Lucy?”

                “No. I’ve been laid off. The store is closed. All the stores. I’m out of a job.”

                Asha swore.“You’ve been with them for twelve years. You should have gotten a nice fat check so you can sit your sweet ass down and relax for a quick second.”

                “Two weeks.”

                “Two weeks, what?” Asha emitted another curse, as her comprehension unfolded. “You only got paid two-weeks severance? Now that’s some shit. Come on over.”

                “I’m heading home. Teddy is there.”

                “Okay. You know where I am.”

                Maya ended the call and hurried toward the metro station. She’d left without saying goodbye because she was scared that “kiss my ass” might come out of her mouth. Just like that, with the snap of her fingers, her career—the thing that gave her focus and had her put one foot in front of the other—was busted into smithereens.

                The train ride didn’t fare much better. Getting onto the train was like a salmon swimming upstream. While she was feeling wretched, the hump day commuters had even meaner demeanors ready to take her out if she didn’t move out of their paths first.

                She got off at her station just before the waterworks popped. The tears flowed and wouldn’t stop. Any moment now, she expected the hiccups and slobbering to begin. She sped up to the car so that she could end the public display of her breakdown.

                Her foot crunched down on glass where she stood next to her car. The tears dried up, clearing her vision to take in the broken window. Her entire CD collection which she had stupidly left on the passenger seat was gone. Her back-up automatic umbrella was gone. She looked in the container where she threw in loose change—gone.

                Good news. They didn’t bother to steal her 10 year old shitty rust bucket on four balding tires.

                Maya unlocked the car and drove off. She didn’t want to waste time filling out police reports on the incident, knowing that finding her CDs wouldn’t be on anyone’s priority. She hoped the stupid bastard who broke into her car enjoyed her Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond, and ABBA collections.

                By the time she pulled into her garage, she was ready to cry again. She could barely get her key into the lock. Her hand shook. She wanted a glass of wine and Teddy’s bear hug and his reassurance that everything would be all right.

                “Teddy.” Maya noticed that the coffee had been drained. Good, he was up. He didn’t have flight until later that evening.              “Teddy, baby. I’ve had a day that you wouldn’t believe.” She pushed open her bedroom door, figuring that he was still in bed. Her small one-bedroom apartment didn’t have too many rooms for anyone to disappear.

                The bed was empty. Sheets rolled back.

                Maya peeked in her master bath, then into the bathroom in the hallway. No sign of Teddy. She frowned, looking for a note. Maybe the airline had called him in early to re-route him onto another plane. Nothing like a drunk pilot to screw up everybody’s schedule.

                She found the note on the kitchen counter. A coffee ring marked the note where he must have rested his mug. She smiled. He could be such a slob.

Maya

                Look, we’ve been at this for about a year now. At first I had a blast. We had fun. Good sex and all. But everything has an expiration date and our time is up. I tried to tell you. But you get emotional and you’re not listening. Remember it was our agreement, no strings. Anyway, let’s move on as friends before we hate each other for the wrong reasons.

                Here’re to the memories.

T.

                While her heart broke into a million pieces, she noticed that the Mac computer he’d bought her was gone. That punk move was enough to dry up the urge to cry. Instead, she allowed the anger to flow. A full supply of fuel kept the rage burning that she’d been dumped not once, but twice today.

©Michelle Monkou