Book cover for novel to be published in September.
EDIT - JUST WANT TO BE CLEAR - THIS BOOK IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL 'SEX'
NOVEL, IN FACT IT'S NOT A SEX NOVEL AT ALL. YES, IT'S SET IN BARS AND
NIGHTCLUBS BUT NOT BARS LIKE GOGO BARS - SO BACKGROUND WITH LOTS OF
FLASHING LIGHTS WON'T WORK.
ALSO THE WORDS BELOW ARE TO BRIEF YOU ON THE STORY - THEY ARE NOT FOR
REPEATING ON THE BACK COVER - I WILL PROVIDE A SYNOPSIS AND A BIO FOR
THE BACK COVER LATER. THANKS.
Set in Philippines, Singapore & Malaysia covering adventures of
beautiful but every-so-slightly crazy girl as she experiences life
working overseas in bars and clubs. Her name is Jocelyn Ann Flores, or
Jaf for short.
There are 2 other main characters - Sam a western ex-pat from UK and
MalayGuy - a Malaysian businessman (I have uploaded image of how I
imagine them to look but you have some flexibility.
The Wingman Tales – Being the Jafster - 1,000 Word Synopsis:
Just how many scrapes could a simple but beautiful girl with a
Catholic upbringing and harking from a poor Philippine province get
into as she struggles to support her good-for-nothing family - the
alcoholic, debt-ridden father, the miracle-working mother and numerous
lazy siblings? As Bob Dylan once sang: the answer my friend is blowing
in the wind, but it might as well have said many and often.
The Wingman Tales – Being the Jafster is the story of one Jocelyn
Ann Flores – or Jaf to her family and friends. It is her tale, her
thoughts and her opinions but relayed to and documented by a guy
called Sam who was at various times was present, absent, the cause,
the solution, the future and the very much the past. Their paths are
forever intertwined and he is able to add colour and clarity to the
times when Jaf - let’s say – was not exactly compos mentis. Half a
story is about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike as he is fond of
As Jaf lies on what passes for a bed in those parts, listening to the
sound of a lone ceiling fan grating as it labours to part the thick
humid late afternoon air and the distinctive thwack of flip-flops
being dragged lazily across carpet-less concrete floors, she finally
allows herself to reflect on the events of the previous five years.
Her story starts in a poor Philippine province where, after a short,
unsuccessful but certainly memorable stint as a trainee sales clerk
where she is pursued relentlessly by a lecherous department head, she
seems destined to follow the rest of her siblings into a lifetime of
torpor, raising copious children and never venturing more than a few
miles from where she was born. But there is something different about
Jaf – her looks for one – and during a beer-fuelled conversation
in the welcome shade provided by the trees next to the ubiquitous rice
fields with her equally beautiful cousin who had just returned from
working overseas – she gets seduced by stories of wealth and bright
lights and with it sees a chance to escape the poverty. She has found
Her own march to the bright lights of Singapore is less than smooth
and is halted by an over-zealous immigration official and she is
forced to call Manila airport home for a night but she eventually
makes it and begins a new life as a dancer, meeting Sam and his
friends on her first night. Her shyness means that she is never
destined to be a big earner but with Sam’s patronage she manages to
meet some of the draconian targets set by unscrupulous bar managers.
After much prompting and debate she agrees to meet Sam on the island
of Sentosa on a day off but in true Jaf style things somehow snowball
and Sam is met not by his princess running towards him on an idyllic
beach but by a full scale Philippine posse, including – bizarrely -
a Russian James Bond look alike. Her time in Singapore is cut short
after what she sees as determined defence of her realm and she is
deported, but not until experiencing a crazy final few days where,
amongst other things, she realises that she loves Sam but has left it
too late, smashes her most precious possession, reverts to a childhood
propensity for self-harm, spends a night in McDonalds, stakes out
outside a bar toilet and is perilously close to be being banned from a
In her desperation to return to Singapore she takes the first job on
offer which turns out to be in a pokey downmarket bar where, whilst
she is successful, is restricted to drinking sweet cider. The booze
has a catastrophic effect on her svelte figure but her wallet is at
last full. Again she meets Sam and she starts to see a future with him
but the venue is not conducive to a developing relationship and they
drift apart again.
Bitten by the bug of working overseas and the lure of the dollar, she
grasps at another assignment, this time in Johor Baru, Malaysia where
she quickly realises her mistake and is forced to make contact with
Sam again. Sam agrees to fly there after a business trip and upon
seeing her pitiful state buys both lots of beers and a Red Cross food
parcel for Jaf. Sam’s attempts to take Jaf out for the night are
thwarted by the bar manager who has his own designs on her, having
offered her the post of his personal –ahem - housekeeper, and take a
turn for the worse when she is assaulted by a local taxi driver who
can’t take no for an answer.
Not having the funds to buy herself out of her contract she runs away
with her sister to KL where things fail to improve as she is exposed
to drug trafficking with tragic results and is forced into a return to
JB with her tail between her legs.
Whilst in JB she agrees to move in with a local Malay businessman as
his housekeeper but once the line between maid and mistress is
crossed, things again spiral downwards and she is held captive until
yet again she contacts Sam and he sends money for what he says is the
last time so she can run away to the Philippines.
Still needing to earn money to fix the family’s financial issues,
she is amazed to learn that MalayGuy is still interested in her and
staggered when he simply arrives at her front door. She had to come to
terms with the surreal experience of being traded in return for the
payment of her family debts.
Her return to JB follows a depressingly similar series of events and
yet another escape is planned, only this time MalayGuy is far more
aware of Jaf’s cunning and won’t give up on his prize so easily.
Again, she realises she is totally reliant on Sam – Mr Big Gesture
– to secure her release from a situation she believes she had no
part in creating.
And finally, sitting in her favourite coffee shop she can relax and
plan for a vacation with her Prince. What could possibly go wrong?