You Do NOT Get to Sneer at Greatness

So… I was sitting by the kitchen table with my four children eating lunch, and the girls were teasing my son because when they’d gone up that morning, they heard a weird song on his radio. He was sleeping with music on and hadn’t heard it. They were mocking him for listening to opera. Going by their description, I whisked out my phone, opened youtube and put on: 

Yes. It was that song, and it was terrible. I took a deep breath and started a lecture, telling them how they need to understand the significance of that song. How two great singers from different genres came together and created magic. How there will never be a performance like it again since both of them now are gone, and this song is part of the legacy they left behind. 

*Wide eyes* 

I realised that maybe I was being a bit too emotional, using a tad too many big words, but… Freddie Mercury was important to me growing up, and his death robbed the world of an amazing voice and an outstanding performer.  

*blank faces* 

I went on to talk about how important he was and still is, to people all over the world. He was a bisexual man, an immigrant, and at the end of his life and after his death, he became a face for AIDS Awareness. 

 More blank faces until one of them asks: What’s AIDS? 

Ah, yeah, the lecture continues. I kept it pretty light but talked about how after Freddie’s death, many artists got together and played at Wembly as a tribute to him but also for AIDS Awareness.

I showed a short clip from Live Aid, also at Wembly, and talked about the importance of artists in all shapes and forms. You don’t have to like their music, but you are not allowed to belittle what they do. 

*They’re getting restless* 

I continue with: It’s like Jimi Hendrix played the Star-Spangled Banner at Woodstock (I know, I know, I’m torturing them LOL). I can’t say I like it very much, but you have to understand that this was in the Summer of Love, the US was in the middle of the Vietnam war, and we’re in 1969, so the civil rights movement were fighting hard for equal rights. On stage we have a young black man, a guitar god, playing the Star-Spangled Banner in front of 30.000+ hippies. 

It must have pissed off so many ‘patriots’. A brilliant move on Jimi’s part. I did not tell the kids that, but they know what racism is, so I emphasised this being a long time ago when the world was even more unfair than it is now, and how much it must’ve meant for people of colour to see him there. 

Then I decided to torture them some more and talked about the strength in artists and how by doing one performance they can bring awareness to something. Melissa Etheridge performing while in cancer treatment always gets me emotional. 

It was evident I’d lost the majority of them, so I figured I need to connect it to their reality somehow. They listen to what’s playing on the radio, so I tried to come up with one modern-day artist worth mentioning. One. *Please brain, give me one*

Beyoncé!  

Beyoncé is important. I might not voluntarily put her music on though my son absolutely loved Single Ladies when he was little ❤️ so that song I still know by heart. But I picked: 

Why? Because then I got to talk about Tina Turner too. You can’t tell me Tina Turner isn’t important. Tina is damn important. 

So how did the midday lesson end? 

There was only one way it could end. You don’t have to like it, but you have to show R.E.S.P.E.C.T because what these people have accomplished is so much greater than what most of us ever will. 

Guest Post | Meet Cute Chronicles

Guest-Post

Hi everyone *waves happily* Thank you Ofelia for having me back here on your blog, you’re the best. I’m here to talk about my book addiction newest release 😊

Box sets, don’t you just love them? It’s the gift that keeps on giving, because when you’ve finished one story, the book isn’t over. No, you can turn the page (physical or digital) and—bam!—there’s a new story for you to dive into.

It’s also great value for money since you don’t have to pay the individual price for each story. I say it’s great value for money…but that’s not entirely true. Not if you’re like me, at least, and buy box sets of books you already own because you love them so much.

Don’t you already have all the Jane Austen books?” the hubby asked when I was looking longingly (like this) at yet another Collected Works of Jane Austen-book.

Yes?” I said, trying to stare down my nose at him (which is difficult when someone is several inches taller than yourself)

Don’t you also own several different copies of Pride and Prejudice?” he insisted.

So what?” I harrumphed, turned my back and him, and bought the box set just to spite him (and also because it’s very pretty in my bookshelf) because he clearly doesn’t understand!! 😁

So if you’re like me and want ALL THE VERSIONS of books you love, you’ll be happy to know all three of my They Met in the… books are now collected in one glorious box set. I say glorious because look at this pretty cover! 😍

Blurb:

Meet Cute Box Set

Three accidental meetings. Three cases of instant attraction. Three HEAs.

What do one dyslexic man overwhelmed by too many books, one man walking a dog getting caught in the rain without an umbrella, and one man lost in the woods have in common? Nothing, except unexpectedly meeting the man of their dreams …

Contains the stories:

They Met in the Library: Adrian, librarian at a small community library loves his job and helping people. When a huge man walks in looking terrified, Adrian’s skills are tested. Manne’s dyslexic and past events have made him fear books. With Adrian’s help, the experience turns positive. Their chemistry is instant. But can someone who has trouble reading ever fit into the life of a man whose passion is the written word?

They Met in the Park: Jacke can’t take his eyes off the adorable man walking a spoiled dog in the park every day after work. One day, Jacke takes a chance and speaks to him. David. The attraction is mutual and instant, and a second meeting in the park turns into a date. Jacke starts longing for something he thought he’d never have; a partner. Does David feel the same? Will a chance meeting in the park turn into love?

They Met in the Woods: Måns had a plan to navigate through an unfamiliar forest. But his cell phone battery didn’t get the memo, died unexpectedly, leaving him lost … until he hears someone chopping wood. He follows the sound and finds Viggo, who’s kind, helpful, and smoking hot. Their connection is instant; will the sparks burn fast and fizzle out, or will the attraction grow roots, just like the trees in the forest?

M/M Contemporary / 52 809 words

Buy links:

JMS Books :: Amazon :: Books2Read

Meet Cute

About Nell

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bonafide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.

Find Nell on social media:

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Release Day | Deadly Sugar

It’s release day!!! Deadly Sugar is now back on the shelves. It was actually fun to read it again. I had forgotten most of the plot, so getting back to the root cellar was great… I feel fun is the wrong word, but you know, interesting. 

This doesn’t really fit with my other stories. It’s not a romance story. Jett is reunited with his man, but it’s at the end of the story. 

It’s been called disturbing, chilling, creepypasta etc LOL. So, you know, heed the warnings going in. 

I don’t think it’s scary, but it maybe it’s because I’ve written it 😄 

Blurb:

deadlysugar

After six years of a relationship going nowhere, Jett Thompson has moved away to start over. Maybe his new neighbour David can help distract him from the ache left by his ex’s absence. To get closer to David, Jett invites himself for a cup of tea, but things don’t go as planned. David is standoffish and secretive, and when Jett asks about the strange noises coming from the back of his garden, he gets no answers. 
David’s life is good. He has a whole root cellar full of lovers, and he doesn’t need a nosy neighbour meddling in his business. He doesn’t need a friend, but maybe he can make room for another lover. Jett might make beautiful cakes, but David knows nothing tastes as good as thin feels. 

Buy links:

Gay Horror: 20,281 words

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/Deadly-Sugar

Excerpt:

Jett felt more alive than he had in a long time. His kitchen smelled of chocolate and vanilla, and the sticky cake looked perfect. Not even the white blob of whipped cream that fell to the floor when he lifted the whisk out of the bowl too quickly could dampen his mood.

He put on his shoes, not wanting to wait another minute before he handed over this magnificent chocolaty creation to his neighbour. It would make any man melt, and he felt giddy at the thought of trying it on the thin, brown-haired man next door.

Cake in one hand, the bowl of whipped cream in the other, he was ready to go. Slowly, he made his way around the cardboard boxes to the front door. As he tried to open it with his elbow, the tune of Def Leppard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ cut through the air. Jett froze. He was dying to hear Josh’s voice, had been longing for it all day, for several days, but he needed to put some distance between them. The ache in his chest was overwhelming; he didn’t think he’d ever been this lonely in his entire life. He put the cake down on top of one of the moving boxes and took his phone from the pocket of his jeans. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering around, even though he tried to tell them it was over. Unless Josh changed his mind, they would never go back to being an item.

The display was lit, Josh’s name written in stark white over the black screen. Jett let his thumb hover over the green icon, the butterflies urging him on, but he managed to put the phone down without answering. He reached for the cake and hurried out the door. That didn’t stop him from hearing the phone start to ring again as soon as it had quieted. What’s making Josh so eager now?

The knot that had replaced the butterflies in his stomach made it hard to smile as he neared the neighbouring house. So typical of Josh. Jett had managed to forget about him for a few hours, had been excited about baking for the neighbour, and now all he wanted was to run back and fetch his phone so he could talk to his partner. His former partner, he reminded himself.

He tried to shut down his brain as he gazed up at the house. In the dark it almost looked like his, the white façade spooky in the moonlight, but still hauntingly beautiful. He shivered. He was being silly; this was the kind of house he’d always wanted. The fact that it was dark outside didn’t change that. It would’ve been better if Josh had wanted it too, but he hadn’t, and now here Jett was—in front of another man’s house.

With a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock on the door, but then he hesitated. Not a single lamp was lit. Maybe he wasn’t home. Jett listened. The wind rustled in the trees, and he thought he heard a soft clinking noise from the garden. Maybe he’s out working on something. Jett had seen some kind of garage on the side of the house, maybe it was a workshop of some kind.

He started to walk around the house. An owl hooted in the dark, making Jett flinch. He hesitated. He’d never been afraid of the dark, not really, but it was very dark. Raising his head and squaring his shoulders, he started walking, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. It’s just a few metres in the dark.

Where are you going?”

Startled by the harsh voice, Jett whirled around and almost dropped the bowl of whipped cream. “Oh, erm…I thought you were in the garage. Thought I heard a sound.”

As you can see, I’m not.” The neighbour stood inside looking at him, the door opened just a crack.

Jett tried to read his facial expression, but all he could see was the eyes glinting in the dark. “I brought cake this time.” He raised the plate and smiled.

The silence went on for a little too long before the man opened the door some more. “How lovely, why don’t you come in?”

Are you sure?” Jett suddenly didn’t feel certain about going inside, cold washed over him as he waited for the man to answer.

Of course, do come in. My name is David, by the way.”

Jett walked inside, carrying the cake as a shield. “Nice to meet you David. I hope you like chocolate.”