Reception
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Tatum O'Shea, however, is neither selfish nor calculating. Most of her decisions are based purely on emotion, made in the spur of the moment, with very little thought process behind them. At first, she was very difficult for him to understand. Her bold personality refuses to be ignored and she doesn't care if someone doesn't like her – that combination is what broke down Sanders' walls. Once he realized that she came from a place of love and wanting to be loved, he found her easy to understand, as well.
He has an impressive IQ and an astounding intelligence. Book learning of any kind comes naturally and easily for him. He was sent to expensive private schools and excelled in virtually every subject. He also took well to some sports, including horse riding. He declined college because he felt it would be pointless to go to school when he didn't know what exactly it was he wanted to focus his studies on.
He only wears custom made suits. He has three shops he buys them from – one in London, one in Manhattan, and one in France. He rarely wears the same tie twice and has a collection of thousands. He does his own laundry when he can, and the rest he has dry cleaned.
His preferred music is classical, though he also enjoys quite a lot of '80's music. His favorite painter is Bouvier de Cachard, his favorite composer is Vivaldi, and his favorite television show is “Billions”.
He identifies as heterosexual and he finds women sexually attractive. However, people in general make him nervous, and also annoy him, so he avoids them and most relationships. He has explored his sexual wants and desires, but has never once come close to finding anyone he would ever even consider having a relationship with, nor is he looking for anyone like that. He likes his solitude and is quite content in it, which is very unfortunate for the rest of us.
Soundtrack
Kane mash-up – my fave songs from the trilogy's soundtracks and songs that make me think of the one and only Satan. Lady Gaga – Bad Romance
30 Seconds to Mars – Up in the Air
Lisa Fischer – Ruler of My Heart
Neon Hitch – Some Like it Hot
Natalia Kills – Problem
Miley Cyrus – Wrecking Ball
Bryan Ferry – Slave to Love
Stromae – Tous Les Memes
John Mayer – Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
Lo-Fang – Boris
Chris Isaak – Wicked Games
Adam Lambert – Better Than I Know Myself
Natalia Kills – Wonderland
Lifehouse – You and Me
NEIGHBORS
A Twin Estates Novel excerpt
Author's Note: I am including this excerpt because the character of Wulfric Stone from Neighbors was inspired by Jameson Kane and patterned after him.
“I'm sorry, have we met?” Katya asked, glancing around, glad to see there were other people around them.
“No, not officially. I'm Liam Edenhoff, I live in the building next door,” he explained, and she finally smiled. That's why he was familiar – she must have seen him around.
Katya lived in an apartment building just outside of downtown San Francisco – really it was two buildings, together called Twin Estates. Her building and the one next door were twins. Identical and managed by the same company, they shared an alleyway and dumpsters between them. She'd probably bumped into him while taking out the trash at some point.
But why was he looking for me?
“Oh, hello. I'm Katya,” she introduced herself, but didn't offer her last name.
“I know.”
Creepy just got bumped up to totally weird.
“Oh. Um ...”
“Sorry, I'm coming off totally weird,” he laughed, reading her mind. “I've seen you around the buildings, and then I was on this website, and I saw your profile.”
Oh. Jesus. She was really going to murder her roommate. It was one thing to have a bit of fun and put some naughty stuff up on a website, but when it brought random strange men to where she lived, it was going too far.
“Ooohhh, yeeeaaahh. That website,” she grumbled, finally kneeling down to pick up her bag.
“Yeah. I gotta say, I've noticed you for a while, and I always thought you were …”
“Were what?” she asked, glancing up at him. He shrugged.
“I don't know. Just … I read that profile, and I had to meet that woman.”
Katya wasn't sure what to make of his statement – she was a little insulted that the woman he'd seen around the building hadn't been interesting enough to meet. But she was also a little flattered – and, admittedly, excited – that he'd sought out the woman from the profile.
“So if you hadn't seen my profile, you would never have introduced yourself?” she double checked. He chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.
“Honestly? No. I mean, don't get me wrong, you seemed like a really sweet girl, and you're gorgeous, but I'm not exactly a sweet guy. I didn't want to waste your time, or freak you out,” he said.
“Freak me out?”
“Yeah.”
“How? What do you mean?”
“Well, like I assumed you were a Sunday school teacher or something,” he explained. “I own and operate a club downtown. The two don't exactly match.”
“Sunday school teacher? Why?” she was a little surprised, then was even more so when she watched his gaze blatantly travel up and down her body.
“My other guess was librarian. You just always seemed … sweet. Innocent,” he said.
Sweet and innocent. Translation: boring. Tori was right. I'm dull, and it took a made up online profile to get a guy to notice me.
Katya should've been angry at him. For judging her before he'd met her, solely based on her outward appearance. For perpetuating the stereotype that a woman had to be overtly sexy in order to be interesting. For only giving her the time of day because of some ridiculous website.
But she was actually angry at herself. She felt like a prisoner of her own inhibitions, her own naiveté. She was angry that deep down, she wanted to be an overtly sexual woman, the kind that could draw men in with a single glance.
She wanted to be that woman from her profile bio.
She just didn't know how, and before her anger could boil over, all her carefully built manners and over the top etiquette cooled her off. She managed a tight lipped smile for him.
He has an impressive IQ and an astounding intelligence. Book learning of any kind comes naturally and easily for him. He was sent to expensive private schools and excelled in virtually every subject. He also took well to some sports, including horse riding. He declined college because he felt it would be pointless to go to school when he didn't know what exactly it was he wanted to focus his studies on.
He only wears custom made suits. He has three shops he buys them from – one in London, one in Manhattan, and one in France. He rarely wears the same tie twice and has a collection of thousands. He does his own laundry when he can, and the rest he has dry cleaned.
His preferred music is classical, though he also enjoys quite a lot of '80's music. His favorite painter is Bouvier de Cachard, his favorite composer is Vivaldi, and his favorite television show is “Billions”.
He identifies as heterosexual and he finds women sexually attractive. However, people in general make him nervous, and also annoy him, so he avoids them and most relationships. He has explored his sexual wants and desires, but has never once come close to finding anyone he would ever even consider having a relationship with, nor is he looking for anyone like that. He likes his solitude and is quite content in it, which is very unfortunate for the rest of us.
Soundtrack
Kane mash-up – my fave songs from the trilogy's soundtracks and songs that make me think of the one and only Satan. Lady Gaga – Bad Romance
30 Seconds to Mars – Up in the Air
Lisa Fischer – Ruler of My Heart
Neon Hitch – Some Like it Hot
Natalia Kills – Problem
Miley Cyrus – Wrecking Ball
Bryan Ferry – Slave to Love
Stromae – Tous Les Memes
John Mayer – Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
Lo-Fang – Boris
Chris Isaak – Wicked Games
Adam Lambert – Better Than I Know Myself
Natalia Kills – Wonderland
Lifehouse – You and Me
NEIGHBORS
A Twin Estates Novel excerpt
Author's Note: I am including this excerpt because the character of Wulfric Stone from Neighbors was inspired by Jameson Kane and patterned after him.
“I'm sorry, have we met?” Katya asked, glancing around, glad to see there were other people around them.
“No, not officially. I'm Liam Edenhoff, I live in the building next door,” he explained, and she finally smiled. That's why he was familiar – she must have seen him around.
Katya lived in an apartment building just outside of downtown San Francisco – really it was two buildings, together called Twin Estates. Her building and the one next door were twins. Identical and managed by the same company, they shared an alleyway and dumpsters between them. She'd probably bumped into him while taking out the trash at some point.
But why was he looking for me?
“Oh, hello. I'm Katya,” she introduced herself, but didn't offer her last name.
“I know.”
Creepy just got bumped up to totally weird.
“Oh. Um ...”
“Sorry, I'm coming off totally weird,” he laughed, reading her mind. “I've seen you around the buildings, and then I was on this website, and I saw your profile.”
Oh. Jesus. She was really going to murder her roommate. It was one thing to have a bit of fun and put some naughty stuff up on a website, but when it brought random strange men to where she lived, it was going too far.
“Ooohhh, yeeeaaahh. That website,” she grumbled, finally kneeling down to pick up her bag.
“Yeah. I gotta say, I've noticed you for a while, and I always thought you were …”
“Were what?” she asked, glancing up at him. He shrugged.
“I don't know. Just … I read that profile, and I had to meet that woman.”
Katya wasn't sure what to make of his statement – she was a little insulted that the woman he'd seen around the building hadn't been interesting enough to meet. But she was also a little flattered – and, admittedly, excited – that he'd sought out the woman from the profile.
“So if you hadn't seen my profile, you would never have introduced yourself?” she double checked. He chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.
“Honestly? No. I mean, don't get me wrong, you seemed like a really sweet girl, and you're gorgeous, but I'm not exactly a sweet guy. I didn't want to waste your time, or freak you out,” he said.
“Freak me out?”
“Yeah.”
“How? What do you mean?”
“Well, like I assumed you were a Sunday school teacher or something,” he explained. “I own and operate a club downtown. The two don't exactly match.”
“Sunday school teacher? Why?” she was a little surprised, then was even more so when she watched his gaze blatantly travel up and down her body.
“My other guess was librarian. You just always seemed … sweet. Innocent,” he said.
Sweet and innocent. Translation: boring. Tori was right. I'm dull, and it took a made up online profile to get a guy to notice me.
Katya should've been angry at him. For judging her before he'd met her, solely based on her outward appearance. For perpetuating the stereotype that a woman had to be overtly sexy in order to be interesting. For only giving her the time of day because of some ridiculous website.
But she was actually angry at herself. She felt like a prisoner of her own inhibitions, her own naiveté. She was angry that deep down, she wanted to be an overtly sexual woman, the kind that could draw men in with a single glance.
She wanted to be that woman from her profile bio.
She just didn't know how, and before her anger could boil over, all her carefully built manners and over the top etiquette cooled her off. She managed a tight lipped smile for him.
