Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome…
Come inside The Glamour Patch club to see the
star of our show, Miss Vivica Blue.
Do you want to read my diary you nosy little
devils? Have a glass of champagne (you’ll need it) and get comfortable because
you’re in for some crazy shenanigans brought to you straight from the horse’s
mouth.
I can be whatever you want me to be: boy, girl,
a little bit of both.
If you have a problem with a man in a dress
then best be off with you. If males in make-up give you the willies, then I’ll
say au
revoir and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
So, who are we left with? Ah, a fine collection
of curious souls. I want to tell you a tale of love, because those are the most
glorious kind. I want to tell you about real love, a love that transcends
labels and gender stereotypes.
The moment I first laid eyes on my Freda I knew
that we were kindred. Well okay, I also knew I wanted to get into her pants,
but that’s beside the point. My world was a grey place. I was at my lowest ebb.
Then she came along and patches of colour began to spring forth. One day the
daffodils were yellow and before I knew it, colour was everywhere, lighting up
my life.
Love is not about how we appear on the outside,
it’s about the soul contained within.
Our story was not a conventional one, but it
was ours, and that’s what made it shine.
Killer Queen is a
companion novel to L.H. Cosway’s contemporary romance, Painted Faces. It
contains scenes that take place before, during and after the original story. It
can also be read as a standalone.
4.5 Stars by Jen Skewes
I think what I love most about LH Cosway’s books are the
unique and unconventional characters that she creates. I was first introduced to her writing when I
read Six of Hearts which is about an illusionist and from that moment quickly
became a fan. Painted Faces tells the
unconventional love story of Nicholas/Viv and Fred, from the eyes of Fred
herself. I loved Painted Faces but there
was that part of me that wanted, no needed to know what was going inside
Nicholas’ head. Why he made the
decisions that he made, what he really thought of Freda the first time he met
her. Killer Queen is told from Nicholas
point of view through his diary entries.
But his story is not just Painted Faces all over again but just in his
words. No, it is so much more.
Killer Queen takes us on the journey through Nicholas’
eyes. It starts when he was a little
boy and we see how deep his love for his mother is. We see why he
grew up to be the man he is today. We see his fears, his insecurities, and his
weaknesses. We experience him at his
worst and at his best. There are those
moments in Painted Faces when your heart just broke and you needed to
understand why he acted the way he did.
And now you get to see those moments and helps to understand him on
a deeper level.
I loved Nicholas and Freda together. I think they were made for each other and
complimented each other perfectly. Freda
loved him despite the fact that he was a complicated mess. She never judged him for what he did or who
he was. In Killer Queen we see the inner turmoil that Nicholas experiences when
it comes to Freda. He wants her but
doesn’t deserve her, but yet he cannot stay away. Nicholas found happiness and love that he
never knew could exist when he was with Freda.
But when someone is so damaged from his childhood, sometimes you still
cannot comprehend what love truly is and at the same time are not sure that you even
deserve it. This is Nicholas’ story of how he found that love that he so
deserved.
Fred and Nicholas’s road to happiness was not an easy ride
by any means. They certainly had their
ups and downs. It was a roller coaster
ride of emotions. I felt the pain and heartache
that they both experienced. My heart
broke for that young boy for all of the pain he went through. And to be honest I think I loved this one
even more. Maybe it’s because I just
loved Nicholas. Or maybe it was because
we get to see beyond the ending of Painted Faces. We get a glimpse into their future, which was
just perfect. It was everything that I
could hope for the two of them and more. They are
a couple that completely captured my heart from the beginning right to the very
end. I felt the connection and the chemistry between them. I loved all of the emotions that you feel with this book, happy, sad, heartache. It had the perfect blend of wit, sexiness and drama. I wanted them to find their happiness, because
they both deserved it. LH Cosway is an
amazing writer. I love the characters
that she creates and the way she tells their story. Another amazing job. Now excuse me while I go 1-cick more of her
books and read away.
“What has
you so excited tonight?” Phil asked me, one hand on his hip, the other holding
Pickles under his arm. The tiny dog struggled to break free, and Phil finally
let him down.
I sat in front of the mirror in my dressing room at The Glamour Patch,
using some mousse to slick my hair back away from my face. My lips were red,
and I’d gone for a smoky grey eye shadow that highlighted the blue of my
irises.
“My new neighbour’s coming to see the show. I can’t wait for you to meet
her, Phil. She’s quite something.”
His lips quirked. “Ah, I was wondering why you were going all
Frank-N-Furter tonight.”
I glanced at him as I topped up my mascara. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”
He raised an amused eyebrow and folded his arms. “You always whip out
the Rocky Horror when you want to get a lady all hot and bothered. They love
that androgynous shit, not to mention those hot pants leave very little to the
imagination.”
I grinned mischievously. “I do believe I’ll take that as a compliment,
Philip.” A pause before I continued, “So, does it usually work?”
“Depends on the lady. If she’s that way inclined, yes, it works a
charm.”
His answer pleased me. “Good to know.”
Phil was right — I was definitely going for androgyny tonight rather
than full-on female, and it wasn’t because my head was messed up. It was
because my own vanity was surfacing, and I wanted Fred to find me sexy. I
wasn’t certain that a dress was going to do it for her, but once she saw how
little my hot pants left to the imagination, as Phil so graciously put it, I
was sure she’d be shifting in her seat.
Yeah, that’s right, my package, for lack of a better word, was well on
display. Are you regretting picking up my diary yet, you nosy little things?
No? Well, let’s see if we can change your minds. I will find a way to make you
tug uncomfortably at your collars yet.
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