Caio Limerent Series Book One by LS Delorme - Paranormal, Romantic, Thriller
Inspiration for
"Caio"
By LS Delorme
As a rule, I write to process things that I don't understand,
or have mixed feelings about, as this helps me see situations from a variety of
perspectives. Maybe that's the lawyer
in me, or it may be the part of me that lead me to becoming a lawyer in the
first place. The creation of the
characters of Sarah and Caio, as well as the interest in the themes of form vs
substance and the dangers of systemic imbalances of power, came from
the merging of several different experiences: watching the movie Big before
kids and after kids, a legal internship, a messy divorce, and roundworms.
The movie Big dealt with a 12-year-old who finds
himself in the body of an adult man, and the relationships he has with those
around him, including a grown woman.
This made me wonder what it would be like in the opposite situation, for
a much older person to be trapped in the body of a youth in that awkward time
of life. When I was working in a
genetics start up, I learned that there are mutations in roundworms that can
cause them to be almost immortal, and thus the idea of Caio and his backstory
were born.
Sarah is basically an amalgam of all the people I've known
who have been through abusive relationships and messy divorces. Her painful existence demonstrates how even
the strongest people can be beaten down by continuous emotional and physical
abuse. This is particularly true for
those who don't have a support system. To have someone like Sarah encounter someone
as extraordinary as Caio reminds her of who she is and "wakes her up"
to her own potential.
The legal thriller side of this book came directly from different
things I saw during my time in law. I saw
the ways in which systemic power imbalances played out every day in fairly
horrific ways. The areas in life where
power is, by definition, unbalanced are fraught with opportunity for those who
would abuse that imbalance.
What I hope, and what inspired me, is to create something that can challenge people's brains as well as touch their hearts.
Excerpt:
How can you be as smart as you are and have no backbone, girl? or You’re not pretty enough to be able to expect a man to take care of you, so you better find an administrative job so you can support yourself, or Self-consciousness is just another form of vanity. It’s just you thinking about yourself too much.That simply scratched the surface of what Sarah heard on a daily basis growing up. On the positive side, she could take criticism with the best of them. She had also learned to channel her sensitivity into an awareness of people’s motivations that coworkers called “uncanny.” On the negative side, when her parents died, she had absorbed their voices into those that already spoke inside her head, and now they were the loudest ones.
It was her heightened awareness that told her that something was not quite right with the Davies case. She wasn’t sure what, and she would need to be careful about how she researched, but it tickled her curiosity.
Sarah was lost in these thoughts as she left the grocery store and made her way home, past the park and toward the basketball courts. When she realized where she was, her heart started to race a little bit at the thought of seeing the boy she had seen last week.
There were some boys playing on the court. She scanned them for someone in grungy clothes, but from a distance, they all looked like they were wearing appropriate attire.
Sarah’s heart sank a little.
Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. Although she wasn’t exactly sure what she was chiding herself about, it was nice when the voice doing the talking was her own.
As she got closer, she saw the tall, red-haired boy miss a shot and retake the ball. He was one of the regulars. When the red-haired boy landed, he jostled one of the other boys near him. That boy staggered, regained his footing, and in the process deftly stole the ball. When she saw his face, Sarah actually heard herself gasp. The boy who had been pushed, the one who now had the basketball, was the boy she had seen before. She hadn’t noticed him because his appearance was quite different. His shoulder-length dark hair had been cut. He had on a red-and-black striped shirt that didn’t look expensive, but did look brand new, as did the matching shorts. His sneakers were black with pristine white soles. And right at the moment, he was dribbling the ball down the court—straight at her.
Sarah froze. She was standing on the sidewalk behind the basket on the other side of the chain-link fence. She felt like her feet had grown roots as she watched him set up, jump, and make the basket. He came down right in front of her. As he landed, before turning to run back down the court, he stopped and caught her eye. His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he smiled.
For a moment, he looked directly in her eyes and she felt a strange dizzy feeling in seeing him and being seen by him. No one in her life ever seemed to actually see her. No one ever had.
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