I’ve come across many fairy tales re-telling, but this is the first time I find this fairy tale, and it’s amazing.
The story is CUFFED: A Detective Goldie Locks Mystery by J.A. Kazimer, an adult, fantasy romance that released yesterday.
Detective Goldie Locks isn’t looking for just the right bed. Or any bed for that matter. She’s on the hunt for a killer. When she discovers the fingerprints of a once-upon-a-time lover, a man who jumped over a candlestick and out a window to leave her facing some serious trespassing trouble alone, at a crime scene, she vows to see him in handcuffs.
Jack B. Nimble has other ideas.
He threatens her adoptive family if Goldie doesn’t help him clear his villainous name, much to the chagrin of her current boyfriend and quite possibly the next mayor, Beau White, the fairest man in all the land.
Please help me welcome today’s guest, J.A. Kazimer…
Good morning, J.A. So happy to have you as my guest today. Please tell us a little about yourself, where are you from? Where do you live now? Family? Pets?
Thank you, Alicia. So excited to be here.
I’m originally from Cleveland, Ohio (home of the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame and the only river that’s ever caught on fire, more than once). I moved to Denver, CO so many years ago that I feel like a native. My family consists of a 14-year-old Weimaraner, a 7-year-old (thirty pound) Chihuahua, and a 6-month-old Minnie mutt. In case it’s not obvious, I am that friend on Facebook. The one who drives you nuts with puppy pictures. You’re welcome.
Was there anything unusual, any anecdote about this book, the characters, title, process, etc, you’d like to share?
I’m a huge Regina King fan, and last night’s Golden Globes proved why. As the music tries to play her off for her Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture for If Beale Street Could Talk award, she shouts above it.
She vowed that within the next two years she will ensure that all projects she produces will be staffed by 50 percent women.
Yesterday we lost another important musical legend, Leonard Cohen. Odd since I listened to his latest release two days ago. I never thought he would die. He was one of those voices. Forever ingrained in the consciousness.
My love grew from a single song. A single lyric so many years ago:
In case you slept through yesterday, let me say, Prince died. (BTW, Whitney and Micheal are gone too.)
Today there is speculation about painkillers being involved. I sincerely hope not. Those are dangerous, deadly things.
But I don’t want to focus on that. I’d rather talk about Prince, or rather my sister, Jennie. I was a little too young for music when Prince first hit the scene. But my sister wasn’t, and she developed this fascination with this little androgynous man. Not that I knew the word for it. I just knew I was witnessing something special.
As I grew up, I came to appreciate him, in all his weird, sexy glory. Name changes. Funky hair. Superbowl performance. And most importantly, some of the best music of my lifetime.
So thank you, Prince, for a funky time.
Here’s still my favorite song of his: Darling Nikki
I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how’d you like to waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me to her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started to grind
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell you what she did to me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin’ will kick your behind
Oh, she’ll show you no mercy
But she’ll sho’nuff sho’nuff show you how to grind
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn’t there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said thank you for a funky time
Call me up whenever you want to grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
Come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
“Hello, how are you? I’m fine. ’cause I know
That the Lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon.”
I know my cousin. He’s not perfect. But he does the job because he wants to help people. This is apparent, when, after shooting the suspect, who was wanted on multiple felonies and carrying a gun in his waistband-a gun he clearly reaches for in the video-John saves the man’s life by using his former medical training.
None of that is my point though. My point is this. I believe some cops are bad. That they kill innocent people because they can. Often it’s about race.
I also believe this, my cousin isn’t one of those. He didn’t shoot this man because he could. He is a veteran cop, as well as a veteran. He faces the possibility of death everyday. He loves his city.
I am proud to be a Kazimer, though I was lucky enough not to get the Kazimer nose. I am also proud to support the Black Lives Matter movement.
Yesterday, PW had an article about Amazon pulling an eBookmemoir of the infamous serial killer, Robert Pickton, who is convicted of killing six women in B.C and might be responsible for at least 40 more. The book was transcribed from Pickton’s own words by his cellmate. The retailer pulled the book, published by Outskirt Press, here in CO and a total vanity press, after an online petition surfaced. The publisher has since stopped publishing the work
Now I am in no way condoning his actions. In fact, as far as I’m concerned he should spend his days tortured by the faces of the dead.
However, I do wonder about the ability to pull a book of the e-shelves due to who writes it or it’s content. Are we setting a continued bad precedence of banning books we as a society deem too much? Then again, should this bastard benefit in any way from his murders?
Amazon has every right to rid their shelves of anything. It’s a retailers prerogative.
I also as a reader have every right to decide for myself what to read and what not to. And trust me, his book is on my NOT list.
Do I have any answers? Nope. Just questions. Getting older is hell. You start seeing more gray than black and white.