It’s my stop on the blog tour for Saira Viola’s gritty crime novel, Crack, Apple and Pop today and I have a wickedly brilliant extract to share with you.
First, here’s the blurb …
Fahrenheit 13 (12 Jun. 2018)
Tony is a handsome young boxer is forced into a life of crime after suffering a vicious blow in the ring.
Seduced by the glitz and glamour of London and mentored by charismatic gang lord Don March he rises rapidly up the crime ladder until he spies an opportunity to start a semi-legit Natural Highs business.
Bank-rolled by an eccentric British dandy and accompanied by a cast of starry misfits including a 3ft tall blue-haired money man, an Etonian drug mule, two dominatrix debt collectors, a dodgy lawyer and a host of demi-celebs, Tony carves out a life for himself in a city where money creates its’ own morality.
All seems to be going well until in the shadows, a Bollywood mobster threatens to derail their plans.
Chaos ensues, of course it does – wonderful, beautiful, visceral chaos.
The deft wit of Hammett meets the vivid poetics of Chandler: Crack Apple and Pop is slick smart and razor sharp. A gritty and sometimes metafictive slice of London noir.
A city of artful dodgers, yardie gangsters, kinky aristos, cocaine dusted starlets and social thrill seekers where everyone’s hustling and everyone’s getting high.
Whether it’s law, finance, the music biz, or the boxing ring: money is king. And only the ones prepared to risk everything will survive…
Here’s the extract …
Two Croatian twins had joined T’s payroll, they had all the qualifications they needed to make excellent debt collectors. They could cross their legs à la Sharon Stone, wear six-inch stilettos without falling over, and most importantly, could pout on demand. Fresh from a daring raid on one of Europe’s most luxurious department stores the two had been acquitted of robbery because of the magic of their matching DNA. Now notorious, and trading on their celebrity tag they were the perfect cover up for T’s expanding bizzo. Recruited to collect debts from property owners, private individuals and third party credit agencies. Bernie however, didn’t like them or trust them he wanted them off the scene.
With their platinum blond hair and Jean Harlow smiles they had the perfect cool façade to dupe everyone into thinking they were playing fair; but the twins were hatching a swindle of their own. As part of an Eastern European crime gang they were using T’s contacts to target on line betting businesses, squeezing them for cash by threatening them with cyber attacks if they refused to pay up. Internet blackmail was just the beginning. They had found it incredibly easy to profit from the sexualised culture of the web and were adept at luring men on line for a little sextortion. They would tape private chats, pictures and video spice of the men, then threaten to release the material to friends family and others if they didn’t pay them off.
Bernie sent them to Hatton Garden to make a visit on an elderly accountant who was five months in the red with a personal debt. Marta spoke first she was diva cool wearing sequins and black leather with a fake fur wrap. Her hair was bed head loose, she wore heavy kohl eyeliner and pink blush.
‘Hello Mr. Davis, Bernie has sent us.’
‘I see.’ He looked at them with a dead lust in his eye.
‘Well, I- I’ll have to go to the bank I don’t keep money here,’
‘That’s fine Mr. Davis we’ll wait,’ replied Petra her twin, they wore identical clothes and both spoke with the same dominatrix strum.
‘We can’t leave without some payment,’ Marta replied.
‘Please, both of you, can you please – both of you – can you wait outside?’
They answered together. Marta tossed her head.
‘You look desperate. So helpless.’
‘No- no I- I don’t want my clients seeing you. You’re dressed in very revealing, quite inappropriate clothes and my wife will be meeting me here for lunch – please I, I need some time. Just give me an hour or two?’ Petra was circling the room.
‘I’m sorry Mr. Davies – perhaps you can put us in a waiting area or somewhere a little more discreet until you’ve seen your wife and your clients but we can’t leave without payment, you owe us money.’
Mr. Davis was a middle class tremble of a man. Worried about an unseemly display and his Jerry Springer moment. He was cash stumped; all his assets in hock and on the trading floor.
All extracts reproduced by kind permission of Fahrenheit Thirteen an imprint of Fahrenheit Press . ISBN: 978-1-912526-24-6 www.Fahrenheit-Press.com Copyright ©Saira Viola 2018 The right of Saira Viola to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act. All rights reserved.
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About the author …
Saira Viola is an acclaimed novelist, poet, and song lyricist. From her early poetic experimentation with language, image and sound (a technique she has dubbed sonic scatterscript) to her novelistic ventures into the dark, absurd world of contemporary crime fiction, Viola’s work pulses with iconoclastic brio that mischievously blasts the golden calves of our times. Literary Heavyweight Benjamin Zephaniah, has praised her ‘twisted beautiful imagination,’ and polymathic genius, Heathcote Williams (RIP) her ‘hypnotic explosive’, writing style. Twice Nominated for Best of The Net 2017 Pushcart Prize Nominee 2017 Rascal Magazine. Viola’s poetry collection Flowers of War debuted at the New York Poetry Festival and published by UB Press. Novels Jukebox (Fahrenheit Press) Crack Apple and Pop (Fahrenheit Press) Viola is a regular contributor to counterculture magazines Gonzo Today and International Times.
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