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Blurb

Desperate to find a soulmate, Shawn goes on one awkward date after another until he encounters the alluring Violet. He starts dating her, but his autism keeps him from realizing that she’s actually a prostitute.

Shawn thinks he’s found a potential wife while Violet thinks she’s found her ticket to a brand new life. This hilarious and dramatic award-winning story has been adapted into a major motion picture.

PRAISE FOR THE SOUND OF VIOLET

Excerpt

Extract from Chapter 3

Shawn stood on the curb in front of a large warehouse where techno music boomed. The Manhattan Bridge stretched overhead with the city as its jeweled backdrop. Men and women dressed as 1970s pimps and hos mingled and laughed as they passed by Shawn to line up at the warehouse entrance. A burly man dressed from head to toe in black leather took passes at the door and unhitched the velvet rope to allow people inside.
Dressed in a ruby smoking jacket and velvet pajamas, Shawn shifted his weight from one leg to the other, doing his best to look comfortable but failing miserably.
“What’s up, bro?” Shawn turned to see Colin dressed in a shimmery gold suit, white platform shoes, giant glasses, and a feathered hat.
“This is a pimps and hos party. Why are you dressed like Elton John?” Shawn asked.
Colin looked over his outfit, nodding. “I should’ve asked myself in the mirror.” He shrugged and pointed to Shawn’s outfit. “And you are…”
“Hugh Hefner. He was the ultimate pimp.” Shawn beamed proudly. “I read that online.” “Surprised Grandma didn’t give you a hard time.”
“She made me swear on the Bible.”
“Typical. You get away with a lot more than I did when I lived there,” Colin said.
They strolled toward the warehouse. “Not really,” Shawn said as he put in earplugs. “I’m just not as obvious as you were.”
Shawn and Colin made it past the velvet rope and pushed their way through the crush of colorful pimps and hos who mingled around the warehouse, shouting to be heard above the music. The women wore a range of styles, from tight miniskirts to barely anything at all, complemented with fishnet or torn stockings, stilettos, or thigh-high boots. The men were dressed in colorful suits with bell-bottom pants, some donning oversized Afro wigs. One of the men kept his ‘hos’ on a studded leash, which Shawn found disturbing.
“I need to hit the restroom,” Colin said. “I’ll meet you back here.”
Shawn nodded and watched Colin wedge into the crowd. He scoped the room and noticed a woman in a polka dot mini skirt and beaded wig sipping her drink nearby. This was his chance. He made his way over to her. “I sure hope we don’t have to ration gas,” Shawn said.
“Excuse me?” the woman asked with a confused look on her face.
“That’s what America had to do when OPEC embargoed oil in 1973. Then we had to do it again after the Iranian Revolution.” Shawn wiped his forehead. It suddenly felt scorching hot, and butterflies were partying in his stomach.
The woman’s face tightened as her eyes focused on Shawn. “I need a refill.” She strode away with a completely full drinking glass. If she realized most people at this party are in 1970s costumes, she would’ve appreciated my geopolitical references.
A tall blond woman who reminded Shawn of a grown-up version of a Barbie doll stood hunched over a few feet away, texting on her phone. Here’s my chance. Shawn got close enough so she’d notice him.
“You have to hold your phone directly in front of your face when you’re texting,” Shawn said. “You’re talking to me?” Barbie asked.
Nodding, Shawn motioned to her phone. “Text neck. It’s a thing that happens when people lean over to use their phones. It causes too much strain.”
The woman raised her eyebrows. “Never heard of text neck.”
“It’s a thing.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“No, but I’ve been to many of them.”
Barbie pointed across the room. “I gotta meet up with someone.”
Shawn came very close to asking her if his name was Ken, but he resisted. “I can go with you.”
“We need to talk in private. Sorry. It’s a thing.”
Shawn stepped back and pulled at his collar. “Of course. Go ahead. No big deal.”

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