The Year I Slept
Sex. Grief. Love. Unflinching eroticism.
These make up The Year I Slept. After Emerson Ketes loses the woman he loves - a Chinese immigrant by the name of Lin - to suicide, a spirit claiming to be her approaches him one night.
At the same time an old flame, Rowan, comes back into his life, while he's attempting to deal with overwhelming grief, confusion, and the ghost's demands.
And one way or another, the past will be reconciled... and the future will be burned into being.
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GENRE: Literary fiction / erotica
PRINT LENGTH: 150 pages
PUBLICATION DATE: February 20th, 2017
FORMAT: Kindle, paperback
Excerpt from the book
The funeral is on a hot summer afternoon. Flies buzz, cicadas sing, and the wind blows. The sun feels like an assault, with the blinding, burning sphere stabbing through the blue sky releasing an oppressive heat. Cars pass by. Birds chirp. Time ticks. The world continues along, unfazed by her suicide.
I feel a cloud passing overhead, cooling and quieting the world for a moment.
“Is it her?” I ask myself.
I imagine her family inside…mourning. Her mother weeping, her father gritting his teeth while clenching his fists, her brother cursing to the heavens, and her devoted sister barely able to lift her eyes off the floor. Cousins and uncles will fidget, uncomfortable in their funeral suits.
I am guessing her few friends are inside, stunned by the loss. I see children running about, unaware of the strange somberness.
Here I sit outside, waiting in my car, smoking a cigarette, my back wet with sweat, pressed against my seat. I am nauseous, pallid…. a disaster. No one knows I'm here. No one knows who I am.
This is impossible, I think. It can't be. My hands are shaking.
The congregation start to file out of the church, my heart races in my chest. I can’t catch my breath. I have to get out of here. I turn the key of the old Buick's engine and drive away.
How can she be dead?