Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Nitty Gritty

I loooooove television. I admit it. I’m not ashamed. Much. I have a wide range of interests in my TV viewing, starting with movies. You might say that movies are my drug of choice, forgetting about my own problems for a couple hours and immersing myself in someone else’s. I enjoy sitcoms. Big Bang and Modern Family. Dramas like The Good Wife and Madame Secretary. I dabble in reality TV by watching Dancing with the Stars. Don’t judge me, please. Music and dancing and sequins. What’s not to like? 

I recently subscribed to Netflix, which is when my recreational television watching turned into an addiction. I can, and do sit and watch episode after episode of obscure TV shows. It started with Doc Martin (I had caught a couple random episodes on PBS). I began at season one, episode one and watched until I pretty much thought I lived in Cornwall and started speaking with an English accent. After four or five seasons of that, I moved onto Hinterland, Top of the Lake, and I’m into season three of The Killing, which is set in my neck of the woods - Seattle (Go Seahawks!). 

More than a couple of these shows are on the dark side with very flawed and troubled leading characters. We are dealing with personality disorders, recovering addicts and heroines who suffered traumatic childhoods and life-altering events, the likes of which would put me in the looney bin. Sometimes these protagonists are not very likeable.  

Gritty. I guess that’s how I like some of my television. And that’s how I write some of my heroines. In Fun with Rick and Jade, Jade is an ex hooker, and not one of those hookers like in Pretty Woman. What do you think? Can readers identify with a prostitute? 


Jade Li only wants what’s coming to her from her high-profile baby daddy—some child support and she’ll stay out of his life and off his radar. Committed to being a good mother, she’s left her high-priced-call-girl lifestyle behind and wants a fresh start. But because of her sordid past, she’s terrified of losing custody. What she needs, according to her attorney, is a husband. 

Enter Rick Jette, younger brother to Jade’s attorney. Rick could use a wife and child for a business deal his future hinges on. Plus, he owes his brother a huge favor that not even marrying a sexy ex-call girl could repay. Marriage is not what he’d expected. At. All. The good, as they play house, was better than he’d ever dreamed. The bad—having feelings for his instant family—turns out to be worse than he ever could have imagined. 


Rick Jette pushed the doorbell firmly. He heard it chime in some stately arrangement. Ding-dong-ding. His brother Bob thankfully called out, “I got it!” Thankfully, because Rick never knew what to say to Bob’s wife, Candy.

First of all, she was gorgeous. Second of all, she wasn’t too bright except about fashion, celebrity gossip, and proper martini mixology. Lastly, Rick couldn’t look her in the eyes, especially knowing she used to be a hooker. Correction—escort. Don’t want to make that mistake again. Note to self: avoid the subject of prostitution.

The door opened. Bob smiled wide. “Bro.”

Two things Bob had lots of, money and teeth. Rick wasn’t sure he came by either honestly. He’d probably brokered some back-alley deal in exchange for veneers.

His brother was ten years older than Rick. The only things they had in common were a mother and a last name, because their mom never married either of their fathers. She did eventually marry a guy Rick and Bob both referred to as Dickhead, but the union never stuck like the name had. Even their mom called him Dickhead. The nail in the coffin of the doomed marriage. With a marital example like Mom, it was a wonder either son could make a relationship last longer than a one-night stand.

“Bob,” Rick replied. They hugged, including a manly back pat.

When they broke apart, Bob shoved the door closed and waved him along. “Girls are in the kitchen.”

Girls? He swallowed a lump that lodged in his throat.

What choice did he have but to follow? Looking back toward the closed door, it felt too late to run. He’d brought with him his appetite and a bottle of wine he clutched by the neck. Home cooking did not happen every day, at least not in his world. In the kitchen, the aroma of roasted garlic mixed with a lemony scent. Add cooking to Candy’s repertoire. Go figure.

She greeted him with a double-cheek kiss. “Jade, meet Rick.” She waved her hand elegantly in the direction of what looked to him like living, breathing perfection. “Rick, this is my friend Jade. She’s staying with us temporarily.”

“Pleasure.” She bobbed her head in his general direction, but her tone denoted boredom along with annoyance and a hint of dread as well.



Fiona McGier said...

Why not identify with a heroine with a past? All of us have things in our past we'd prefer not to discuss. And I don't like reading about young ingenues with no experience, who have to be taught the "facts of life" by the older, more sophisticated man...snore.

Besides, she sounds like an interesting character to read about. Good luck!

Tina Donahue said...

Fun with Rick and Jade sounds delightful, Kelli.

I don't watch much TV (watch it via Hulu rather than cable), but I must say I'm addicted to Modern Family, The Big Bang Theory, Nashville, Grey's Anatomy, the Blacklist and The 100. Absolutely adore The Walking Dead but the only place you can watch it free on the net is at places that put malware on your computer. Guess I'll have to wait a couple of years to see the rest of it.

jean hart stewart said...

Love an original theme....Good for you!!!

Kelli Scott said...

I watched The 100 on Netflix too. Strange days. We used to have to watch a show on the networks schedule, now I can watch 20 straight hours anytime I want.

(and Fiona, I detest virgins)

Fiona McGier said...

Well we are opposites in that I don't watch any TV unless husband rents some movies, or we're watching sci-fi shows he owns, like Dr. Who.

But I'm thrilled that someone else dislikes books about virgins being "taught" by usually older, more experienced partners. Phew! I thought it was just me!