Lonely Planet, indeed.

.For those of you who don’t know, for the past few months I’ve been in Mexico, working hard on my latest travel novel.

If I had to describe it, I would say that it’s a coming-of-age erotica meets sci-fi thriller, a gripping page-turner of thought-provoking non-fiction that entertains as it informs and combines my ebullient prose with my eerie sixth-sense. Also, it’s about traveling.

Because I’m a charitable person by nature and also want others to see how talented I am,  I’ve posted the entire Mexican chapter of my novel below.

**To read what will likely be my “About the Author” page, click here

Chapter 13- All My Amigos Are Dead

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**Note the indigenous skirt and sombrero


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Hector is dead.

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Juan is dead.

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Hank = Dead As a Doornail

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Mr. Disgusting Eyesore and his obviously blind wife are dead.

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I can’t remember her name, but she was really friendly!

And now she’s dead.

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Anna-Maria was alive, once.

But that was before she was dead.

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Susie and Laura? Dead and dead.

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Carlos is just taking a short nap.

Just kidding! He’s dead.

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This kid didn’t like me much.

Which would explain why he’s dead.

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Shortly after this was taken, the boat capsized.

And now they’re all dead.

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To be fair, I think Maria might just be disoriented.

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Whoever these guys are going after is obviously dead.

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The guy tried to resuscitate him, but he was already too dead.

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.Babe is just a head.

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The guy on the left looks like my Uncle. The other guy is dead.

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Whatshisface is dead.

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Okay, so technically Carl isn’t dead.

But I find his “stunned vagina” expression to be a real buzz kill.

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**If you’d like to pre-order a copy of my book, just send me an email and I’ll have my agent/mom get back to you.

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Update:  After spending the last 12 hours on a rickety bus driven by a 95 year-old man with cataracts and seated next to an even older man whose gout-ridden hand somehow kept finding it’s way to my upper thigh (karma’s a bitch), I discovered my blog has been nominated for an award in the Canadian blogger category.

Now, normally when it comes to these things I would tell you to listen to your heart, but if being physically violated by a geriatric tells you anything, it’s that I’m obviously worthy of this honor.

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