Yes, the beta read Comely blog is coming to amalynne.com, for weeks I've been working on content for this and I'm so excited to share it. Debut starts 7/15/13. As the beta has been delayed due to formalities with the publisher, I'm pleased to start sharing specific character content based on Company interests that are generally, refreshingly inappropriate. When I say "inappropriate," I'm mean in it in the best possible way. I don't write the blogs, the lads do, so you see, I'm at the mercy of my characters. (PG-15 warning) Please be aware content from The Company is intended for individuals over fifteen years of age due to sexual implication, drug use, language, and strong violence.
A taste of some Comeliness **Excerpt from The Company, Copyright Amalynne O.**
The Nysian Lofts were on the top floor a boutique hotel in the pretentious art district in the heart of the capital. Young people of money spent their evenings bathed under bright moonlight on the rooftop of the club, as the chill steely beats of the dance floor below resonated up into the night, swallowing them into illusions of superior pleasure. Washed from top to bottom in white, blue dreamy light sprouted out in pulses from the foggy glass walls, fading and flashing with the smooth cruising symphony of chords and disorienting beats.
“You know I agreed to this job because we’re almost broke, not because I wanted to play games,” Demon said to Langdon under his breath, drowning his words in the clear liquid of a long-stemmed martini glass. He brought his face back with a scowl, examining the lonely bobbing olive at the bottom perversely, as though it were an eyeball.
Langdon was leaning lazily against one of the white patio pillars, an empty martini glass held in his hands, his arms crossed loosely as he looked Demon over with a smirk, “It’s the not same quality as Purg, but they try … Look, I’m sorry,” he said, unlatching his ankles to stand tall with as much seriousness as he could muster, “But our employer checks out, despite what you think you don’t trust about him… I’m not saying you’re wrong, feelings are useful, you know… like I have a feeling that curvy little blond over there,” Langdon pointed past Demon, winking to the figure across the patio, “Will make me very happy by the end of this evening, and I have a feeling that after another,” he twiddled the martini glass in Demon’s face, “I’m going to have to piss, but until you have more than a ‘feeling’ about the boss man, you can’t really expect to pull everyone out of the job, especially if you really are… broke, that is.”
Demon’s jaw tightened, nodding, despite the irritation rumbling behind his calm eyes. Langdon was right and something about that peeved him.
“You know,” Langdon started off a little awkwardly, shrugging his slim shoulders, “Money’s not exactly a problem…”
“Don’t be stupid, Princy,” Demon cut him off, “Draining your little allowance isn’t going to help us. I’m talking real money, money you can blow like we always do…Besides, no matter what we make, it’ll be gone in four months anyway.”
“But this job would change everything,” Langdon uttered in half a whisper, “For all of us…”
Demon looked up stiffly, chest tight as he nodded quietly.
“In the meantime,” Langdon sighed, throwing an arm over Demon’s tense shoulders to steer him in the direction of a beckoning skinny-dipping trio in hot tub elevated at the center of the rooftop pool, “Try to enjoy yourself…”
Langdon missed Demon’s expression, one plastered with withering amusement, as he dislodged himself to lunge after a passing bar runner, snapping and pointing to his empty martini glass loudly, “Hey, Hey! Another one of these!”
Demon shook his head, dumping the remaining ounces of the foul tasting martini onto the glowing glass patio floor before he turned to make his leave… apparently there was a job to plan.*