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About the author:
Jason Medici was born and raised Californian. He attended St. Petersburg State University in Russia before completing additional studies in New Hampshire. Moving to the United Kingdom in 2011, he completed his masters at the University of Nottingham at the same time Neverland’s Lament was published. He published articles and cultivated international talent for children’s literature after relocating to Paris. As a college professor, he also promotes academic pursuits in the social sciences and humanities.
What inspired you to write your book?
Living in the UK and experiencing the nightlife was my biggest inspiration.
Here is a short sample from the book:
There wasn’t much of a choice, Will thought as he carried an excessive amount of luggage up two narrow flights of stairs and into a bedroom. There were six unoccupied beds to choose from. Each one had been covered in a cheap and uncomfortable white sheet to hide the evidence of sexual abuse and other natural disasters endured over years of wear. The window had been opened on this warm summer day, but it wasn’t enough to blow away that lingering odor of panties belonging to an eighteen year old. He tossed his bags on the bottom bunk bed by the window. It was just for two weeks.
Being an American in Europe was nothing new for Will, but living out of a suitcase had become a regularity to which he was far too familiar. A little over twenty-five and still sleeping on a bunk bed, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. His last cigarette had been on the beaches of sunny California. What with the flight and other travel back to the East Midlands, it had been far too long. He made his way to a sink and splashed some water on his face. This was a nightmare.
One look in the mirror was all it took to remember how long it had been since he last slept. The man’s dark brown hair had reverted back to its usual messy curls while his focus sporadically went from perfect clarity to obscurity from staying awake for so long. He couldn’t help but laugh. Back in Nottingham, it was the shithole of his existence.
If only his business in this city had already been completed, Will thought to himself as he lit a cigarette on the front doorstep of his temporary home. The hostel was nothing spectacular and more closely resembled a halfway house that had witnessed its fair share of the bizarre. Made from dilapidated brick and, like everything else in the area, should’ve been condemned half a century ago, it was without a doubt one of the worst accommodations in the city. With a walkway littered with cigarette butts and empty bottles of beer placed neatly in a row, the place was not for those looking to stay clean and party-free.
“Sorry,” a voice called out from an alluring brunette approaching the hostel. “But could I trouble you for a cigarette?”
“Usually people only apologize if they’re planning to leave in the morning without saying goodbye.”
From behind his sunglasses, Will could see the subtle red in her cheeks rise to the surface with the realization that his eyes were examining and appreciating. The curve of her trim long legs was visible through her tight-fitting jeans. While locks of brown hair danced pleasantly in the breeze occasionally rubbing the tips against her delicate and soft breasts, one hand remained firmly on her hip in anticipation of a more concrete answer. Will lit a second cigarette and handed it over.
The woman pressed the tiny stick to her lips as it was clear she had done a thousand times before.
“That certainly wasn’t what I was apologizing for,” she commented through a cloud of smoke. “And besides, I always go back to my place. I’m Laura. And you are…?”
“…wondering what color you painted the walls. I’m Will.”
Her eyes glanced at the hostel door.
“Nice place. But I thought most Americans were afraid to stay at hostels after that horror movie came out a few years ago.”
“Most of them are,” he admitted. “But getting offed in a hostel doesn’t sound like such a bad way to go.”
She let out a final puff of smoke before tossing her spent addiction on the walkway and resting a shoulder against his chest.
“I think getting off in a proper bed sounds like a better idea.”
He turned in Laura’s direction to see her again waiting for a definitive response. He was tired enough to know that sleep was the only thing on his mind; but at the same time, there was no harm in trading a bed that desperately needed to be aired for one that would be fragranced by the satisfied body of a woman. Will shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ve never seen an authentic English house before.”
“Then I’ll be kind enough to give you a guided tour.”
Four drinks and three body contortions later, Will woke the next morning to find the glowing brunette smiling admiringly in his direction. The morning sunlight caressed her face with soft beams of light reflecting in her eyes. With such an air, Will adored her, and he lifted his head to meet her lips with his.
“I told you I didn’t need to apologize for leaving in the morning,” she said with a smile.
“I should’ve believed you.”
“Are you in the mood for breakfast? I have enough food here to last for a week.”
“Breakfast sounds delicious,” he said after a moment’s thought and hopped up to find his clothes on the floor. “But I should’ve told you that I’m usually the one who does the apologizing in the morning.”
“We had an incredible time,” she began with a frown. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Will tossed the shirt back over his shoulders and lifted his nose.
“There are a few things I have to do this morning. But is that coffee I smell?”
“It is,” she responded in the same vexed manner. “I woke early to make it for us.”
“Thanks,” he said taking an old cup off the counter and filling it before closing the door on his way out.
Laura sat motionless. Frozen in place by the man’s candor, she threw a lamp across the room in a futile attempt to draw his attention back to her. From the other side of the door, Will took notice of an impact and loud scream while appreciating his first sip of coffee. Leaving the empty cup at the end of the driveway, he picked up breakfast at a bakery before heading back to the hostel.
“As disdainful as his actions were, they were put into place for protection against the absolute truth. Men and women lived and loved for a time; but always too soon, that illusion of perfection inevitably fell from the heavens with a crash. One side was always destined to leave, and that was the tragedy of life. Perhaps that woman would’ve loved him for a week, a month, or even a year, but no amount of perfection would stop her from ultimately seeking the exciting and new.” This had been the ultimate analysis of his shrink before the good doctor decided to get rid of his obnoxious patient.
So, as usual, Will had simply sped along the process.