Friends Friday -Julie Lynn Hayes!
posted in Blog | Tagged: erotic romance, Forbidden one: sanctum, Friends Friday, Julie Lynn Hayes, M/M, Priest
Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes to Friends Friday today!
When it comes to books and films, there are generally two basic stereotypes used in the portrayal of priests—the genial, loving father and shepherd, or the perverted pedophile. When the Thorn Birds came along, we were presented with a third option—namely, that of the priest as seductive and forbidden fruit, as personified by Richard Chamberlain. Fast forward a few years, and this same tradition of blatant sexuality in the priesthood can be seen once again in Showtime’s series The Borgias in the form of Cardinal Cesare Borgia (Francois Arnaud) who is sex on legs.
There is something titillating about a man in skirts who is also unavailable because he’s taken a vow of chastity. Something that makes us want to see him in a sexual light. There is definitely a lot to be said for forbidden fruit—the more we can’t have it, the more we crave it.
Therefore, turning a handsome priest into the object of a m/m romance novel seemed logical enough. And when I saw the picture of an Italian model named Raffael, I knew I’d found my Father Sergio. But where was my story? I wanted to do something different, so I began to picture the United States, but in a future form. After Armageddon. A time when the Church and State have become more closely entwined than ever. And there I placed my priest, Father Sergio. However, I changed up the usual story a bit, gave it a little twist. Instead of the priest lusting after the handsome young man, I have the handsome young man lusting after the priest. Will Father Sergio succumb to the blandishments and blatant seductions of Jerico James? Only time will tell.
This is something a little different for me. A futuristic, sort of a sci-fi tale about survival and endurance and the need for mankind to love and be loved. I hope that my priest has a happier ending than Father Ralph did in the Thorn Birds. Ironic that the actor who played the seductive priest should in real life turn out to be gay himself, although he was not out at that time.
In recent years, there have been many stories of priests revealed to be pedophiles. I have to believe that is, or should be, an argument against mandatory celibacy in the priesthood. After all, men are meant to be sexual creatures, whether their love is for women, or for other men. That which is denied must seek other outlets.
Romance novels abound in characters seeking love by their very natures. So is it so unbelievable to find a priest in that position? A man seeking love? I don’t think so. The combination is very inflammatory. And I’m exploring it to my heart’s content with Forbidden, my new series at Romance First Publishing.
Jerico didn’t want to go to Sanctum. He didn’t want to become no more than an unpaid overworked laborer, a servant of the state, toiling for the betterment of the poor and downtrodden, the huddled unwashed masses. But the alternative undoubtedly involved serving time in one of the federally mandated prisons. No one wanted that. Conditions had become so harsh, at least from the stories which had been gleaned from former inmates, that the mere threat of penal incarceration had become an actual deterrent to crime. There were whispers of punishments carried out within the high prison walls that went far beyond any treatment ever mandated by civilized nations, of tortures not seen since the days of the Inquisition. But no proof existed, and the stories were denied as being the tales of criminals. It was better to play safe than sorry. Money did still have its privileges.
“Dru.” He changed tactics, switching to his wheedling voice, the one which usually got him anything he desired from any woman he desired it from, even his sister. When Jerico was little, he couldn’t quite manage to say Jerusha, and his childish lips had run all the syllables into one—Dru he’d called her, and Dru she stayed, especially in moments such as this. “Dru, can’t Micah do something about it? Isn’t that why I pay him all that money, to handle these things?”
“Father pays him all that money, you mean,” she replied without batting an eye or giving an inch, “and he’s doing what he can.” Micah Caulfield was Jerusha’s handsome older husband. A close associate of their father, he was one of the best attorneys working for the government of what was now known as the Alliance of States. Or more precisely for its President, Alistair Boothe. Micah was also the one that pulled Jerico out of the trouble he invariably got himself into. His lifeline, as it were. But this time, Jerico had embroiled himself too far for even Micah to extract him. They threaded their way through the roiling masses of humanity, too focused on their own destinations to pay attention to the brother and sister in their midst. Wherever they were heading, Jerico was pretty sure it wasn’t where he was going. Not very likely, anyway.
It would be so easy to just skip out. To get on another bus, go to another place, and once there to lose himself in the crowds of that new city, become someone else and forget all this bullshit. But there were reasons why that couldn’t be. One was that he’d never supported himself in his entire life, and would be somewhat at a loss to do so. The second reason was that although he was walking side by side with Jerusha, he was more than aware that he had an escort just a few paces behind them. Someone whose sole purpose in being there was to make sure that Jerico James boarded the bus to Sanctum. The third reason was the chip which had been implanted in his left wrist by the court. If he were to go somewhere outside of the help center, he would set off alarms whenever he passed by any of the government sensors. And since no one knew exactly where those were located, just that there were an unknown number of them, the chances of being caught were pretty good.
All in all, Jerico had to admit he was pretty well screwed and without any choice in the matter—apparently he was going to Sanctum.
Julie’s Links:
Blog: http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes
Publishers:
Romance First Publishing: http://romancefirst publishing.blogspot.com/
Silver Publishing: http://silverpublishing.info/index/typefilter/book_authors/book_authors_id/88
Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222
Thank you for having me here, Victoria. I’d like to offer a copy of Forbidden One: Sanctum. All you have to do is comment, either on this blog or on my own. And don’t forget to leave an email address. I’ll announce a winner on Monday. Thanks for stopping by!
posted in Blog | Tagged: BBW, beautiful as you are, curvy, healthy eating, Loose weight, New Year Resolution, please don't diet, Rubenesque, self confidence, Victoria Blisse
You know it’s New Year when you start to see the myriad of adverts on TV for many ways to loose weight. It can be a club to join, a brand of food to eat, a diet consultant or even a pill that will magically eat away the fat.
I, and my big, beautiful characters today plead with you to ignore it all and DONT go on a diet for New Year.
It’s all a big con, a huge con. The food is food, you eat alot of it and you’ll put on weight no matter what brand it is. The diet consultants and clubs design their plans so that you will loose weight but eventually (when you get to eating properly) you’ll put weight on and go back to them and you don’t need me to tell you that the pills really are just tosh.
And you are beautiful just the way you are. You’ve got to love yourself as you exist right now ‘cos if you don’t love you you’ve got a hard uphill battle on your hands. Take it from me. I’ve battled for years with low self esteem attached to my weight. Indulge me a moment whilst I tell you the history.
I’ve always been big. Tallest in my class until the second year of secondary school when the lads got their growth spurts on. Here’s a few pics of me when I was little, wasn’t I cute? But I was teased for being fat right from Junior school.
But now when I look back at me as a teenager, the below photo was of me at about 15/16 years of age, I realise that really, I had a pretty damn good figure and if I had realised that, well, maybe my teen years would have been different.
Now I dieted in my teen years, my mum , bless her, got into Weight Watchers and decided it’d be good idea for me to try it too. So it sort of set the tone for my attitude from there on in. I’d diet then slip away then diet then slip away and you can see it in the photos of me over the years and it comes from connecting my self esteem with my size.
Which is why I urge you to seek to love yourself just as you are, that means loving the bits you’re not keen on. For me I need to learn to love my thick thighs for example. They’re a part of me and I’d be lost without them! You are brilliant, you really are and it’s not big headed to recognise that fact. Remind yourself of the fact now and then and treat yourself well.
Now this last point leads me on to say I am not in any way shape or form telling you to eat what you like, drink what you like and to hell with health and sensible living. No, I’m not saying that at all. As people who follow me on facebook, G+ and Twitter will know I’ve been losing weight of late. In fact I lost 21lbs from August to the middle of December last year. Here’s a picture of me from my book Launch in November.
Now I do believe you might think I’m being hypocritical and I can understand that and I’ve felt it a time or two as I’ve crowed about my weight loss but I think there is a world of difference between losing weight because I’m learning to eat healthily to benefit my fitness and health than simply dieting to “look better”.
I’m learning that I need to value myself and my health no matter what my size because a healthy lifestyle makes the world of difference. I regularly exercise now, which is more than I did and I feel so much better for it. I can bend and stretch and tie my own laces without too much difficulty, all things I couldn’t manage before! I’m eating better so I don’t suffer from heartburn and indegestion so much, my skin is healthier and my my mood is better too.
I’m doing all this with the help of a Weight Matters Coach. It’s an NHS initiative in my area (I am sure there are similar things on offer in most areas of Britain) and I’ve done a 6 week course where I’ve learnt about healthy eating. How to read food labels, what the different fats are, the importance of exercise etc etc and after my course ended I’ve gone every week still to be weighed in and receive support and advice from my coach. It really helps to have someone to talk to about these things and to have the encouragement of a weekly weigh in to keep me actually eating somewhat healthily. *LOL*
So I’m not dieting. Nope, I’m not denying myself anything I’m just getting used to eating a better balance of food on a regular basis. It’s good for my health and I’m looking after myself better.Just means I’m losing a little excess fat. I’m never going to loose my curves, blimey, they’re part of my make up and I am very proud of them and always will be. That’s why I write about rubenesque ladies because we’re sexy just the way we are.
Terri from Getting Physical can’t beleive that tall, lithe John could ever be interested in her but it was her curves that attracted him to her.
Then look at Leanna in Naughty Rendezvous, she’s as nervous as I’ve ever been about having sex with a guy because of her curves but he loves them because they’re part of her and he wants her to be proud of the body she’s got.
Caroline is curvy and she ends up with not one but two hot guys to play with in Temporary Insanity and even Vampires like a woman with a bit of flesh, just ask Elizabeth from The Point.
So remember ladies, your curves are cute and you’re beautiful just the way you are so please, please, please don’t diet. It’s not good for you. Improve your health by all means but don’t diet!
posted in FlashFiction | Tagged: Arc, Feet, flash fiction, free read, Wank Wenesday
Today;s FLash Fiction is brought to you by the Wank Wednesday promt Arc and the formerly Silver Flash but currently between names Flash prompt of ‘Damn it’s cold.”
I hope you enjoy my little flash, I’ve not done it for a while so I might be a bit rusty!
Why then, you ask, am I out in the snow in the middle of a gloomy January. The answer is Ed. I’ve never met him before, not in the flesh anyway. We’ve spent many an hour in each other’s company online, I’d known him for a long time. He usually lives in a small time in the middle of nowhere USA, that’s his definition of it not mine but for some reason he decided it’d be fun to come to England in the middle of winter.
Actually, his bosses decided it for him. So Ed is trapped in a London hotel and I, winter hating harridan that I am have decided to trudge through the snow filled streets to meet him. It’s very strange walking down a main road where cars are not passing, people are not walking. It’s the worst snow storm on record, the whole country has ground to a halt. So Ed’s stuck in, unable to make his work meetings and when he asked me if I’d like to visit him I said yes.
I need my bloody brains feeling. But it is Ed. I’ve spent so many hours wondering about him, what it’d be like to chat to him there in the room with me. I’ve seen a few photos so I know he’s tall and dark haired with bright blue eyes and a sparkling smile but photos don’t tell the whole story.
I certainly found that out once I walked through the arches and arcs of the very swanky hotel that housed the man of my fevered fantasies. Oh come on, you had worked that out by this point hadn’t you? I was obsessed with this man. The guy who could flirt for England but would never give me more than the barest hint of anything actually sexual. He had me in the palm of his hand, or he could have if he wanted me, anyway.
I went up to the room he specified, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few moments later it opened. Now, I know first impressions matter but I’m not sure me wrapped up in my snow fighting gear is the best first impression I could give.
“Hey,” I heard the mellow voice before I saw his face, “you look freezing come in, come in.”
He was as expected, warm, welcoming, tall and definitely handsome. A scent of cinnamon pervades the room, it’s him, it’s masculine and deep and makes me feel light headed. Or maybe that’s just the intense heat after the ice cold of the streets.
“Now I desperately want to hug you but I think it would be somewhat of a challenge at this moment. Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
He smiled wickedly when he registered the shock in my eyes and before I could respond he lifted my golve covered hand in his and peeled it off and he continued, coat, scarf, jumper, cardigan all thrown down on a pile on the floor before he pushed me down onto the sofa and sunk to his knees before me.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I stuttered, “I can do that.” “No,” Ed responded, “I want to.” he fiddled with the knotted laces then freed the snow book from my foot. three layers of sock followed until my toes were naked. He stayed there, kneeling before me running his fingers lovingly up and down the arc of my foot. I’d never felt anything so intimate and a moment later when his lips followed the trail of his fingers I was overwhelmed with lust and want.
It was not how I imagined our first embrace but it was effective and worked just as well, if not better than an a conventional embrace.
“Ed,” I gasped, “Ed, I didn’t expect this.” “But you wanted it, right?” Under the full light of his gaze I could not deny it and I felt the heat amplify in my cheeks, not just from the effects of the central heating thawing me out.
His hands skimmed up the outside of my jeans and he moved forward on his knees. He split my thighs around him and came to a stop when he hit the sofa.He stopped there, giving me the chance to make the next step. I tipped his head back, my finger lifting his chin until our gazes met again. I arced over to place my kiss on his lips and give him the confirmation he needed to continue his seduction.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he whispered as he lifted my top over my head exposing my breasts. “Me too,” I moaned as his lips seared lust across my chest. “I wasn’t sure you’d come, with the storm and all.” His American twang came through and made me smile. “A little snow wouldn’t stop me meeting the man of my fantasies.” I spoke before I thought. He stopped kissing and looked up. My heart thumped, I was scared I’d given too much away, shown too much too soon. “Well then, darlin’ lets see if your fantasies are the same as mine.”
As it turned out they were very, very similar.
For more Flashing fun check out this weeks fellow Wank Wednesday Flashers and also be sure to visit:
Mathilde Watson
AJ Jarrett
Lily Sawyer
Julie Lynn Hines
My fellow Nameless flashers for this week. :)
posted in Blog | Tagged: BDSM Book Reviews, Janny G, Naughty Rendezvous, Review, rubenesque rendezvous
That’s what BDSM Book Reviews reviewer Janny G gives Naughty Rendezvous in her lovely review of said book. Here’s a few little snippets from the full, in depth review.
To read the review in it’s entirity check here.
To buy Naughty Rendezvous pop over to Xcite books and then pick up Seductive Rendezvous and Wild Rendezvous to make up the full series so you can find out what does happen to Leanna and Joe.
A bit of a Multiple this Monday!
posted in Blog | Tagged: Anthology, Competition, contest, giveaway, Maria-Clair Payne, Monday Multiples, Temporary Insanity, Tempting Temps, Tempting Temps 2 Print, Total-E-Bound, win, Xcite Awards
Oh yeah, baby. Maria-Claire Payne is hosting a HUGE New Years party which doesn’t stretch on for mere hours, not even days but whole weeks! And Each comment you make on each blog puts you in with a chance to win $100 to spend on Total-E-Bound books. Lots of sexy goodness to start off your year!
And I’m kicking off proceedings with a Monday Multiple which is a snippet from Temporary Insanity. If you answer my question in your comment, not only will you be in to win the gift certificate I’m giving away a copy of Temporary Insanity to a lucky winner too!
Hey, and did you know that Temporary Insanity is now part of a print anthology too? Oh yeah, you can get it with 3 other great tempting Temp stories by Allie Standifer, Rachel Randel and Scarlet Parrish in one hot to trot print volume!
And, did you hear me blowing my trumpet yesterday? I’ve been nominated in the Xcite Awards! How Xciting (sorry, I can’t help myself) is that, eh? I’d really appreciate your vote in the author website category please, if you’d be so inclined. Thank you kindly!
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