Changing Traditions and Dirty Little Lies
In this modern world, the family holiday ain’t what it used to be!
Rising divorce rates, re-marriages, and blended families have changed the dynamics of how we celebrate the holidays. It’s no longer a simple trip to Grandma’s house, or a one stop family function. Now families often divide their time, and that of their children, between two or more celebrations, which requires juggling time and resources.
Sometimes the solution to doing everything is to do it yourself, and let the guests come to you, but that isn’t an option for everyone. Or you can hold a second holiday, after the fact, for those people who couldn’t make the first. So if you go to visit with Cousin Peter’s family on the day of the holiday, perhaps you can host Aunt Ethel and her clan on a separate day. Share the fun and the cooking!
As children leave the next and scatter, holidays can present their own special challenges, and it isn’t always possible to share the day in person. But a phone call is an easy alternative, and the next best thing to being there. My kids are mostly scattered around the country – Hawaii, Washington, Indiana, and Illinois, with one at home. This year, we’re heading up to Indiana, but we’re going to make our own turkey dinner when we get back. That’s the only way to get leftovers, right?
So, holidays are what you make of them, and there is no one size fits all plan. Do what Is right and comfortable for you.
In Dirty Little Lies, Levi Thornton has decided to out himself on his father’s live Christmas telecast, his father being televangelist Marshall Thornton. Like inviting America home for the holidays! And making Dad squirm at the same time lol.
Thanks for having me on your blog, Michelle!
Levi Thornton is the closeted gay son of homophobic televangelist Marshall Thornton. So what’s the perfect gift for the father who never cared? Levi’s going to find a yummy young man on Christmas Eve, fuck him all night long and six ways to Sunday. And then he’s going to out himself on live national TV on Christmas Day in front of his father and God and everyone else.
The problem is he’s having no luck at finding that special someone to share this moment with. Just when he thinks his quest is hopeless, in breezes Darjeeling Crane, and it’s off to the family hideaway for a night of fun. This will be a Christmas to remember, if Levi has anything to say about it.
Levi rose, loosened his red houndstooth tie, plastered a beatific smile on his handsome face, and strode purposefully toward the blond, never taking his eyes from him. He dropped onto the empty stool beside him, swinging it to face him, their knees touching.
“Merry Christmas,” the blond greeted him.
“It will be,” Levi replied. “It certainly will be.” At that moment the counter girl laid down a menu, a glass of water, and tableware. “Take your time, honey,” she said, walking away before he could comment.
The stranger flipped the menu open. “Anything you recommend?”
Levi blindly jabbed a finger at the open page. “Yeah. Me,” he brazenly replied. “I can give you something a whole lot better than anything you’ll find here. And then I’ll feed you, too.”
“That’s quite an offer, Mr…?” He looked at Levi, the question hanging from his pretty lips.
“You can call me Levi. What should I call you, pretty thing?”
“I like that, but you can call me Darjeeling.”
Auburn eyebrows arched in disbelief. “Like the tea?”
Levi leaned in, his lips brushing against the other man’s ear, his breath warm against his flesh. “I have a place where you and I can go, if you’re interested. Someplace a whole lot better than this ptomaine palace. And a hell of a lot more private. What do you say?” He ran his tongue along the outer shell of Darjeeling’s ear, felt his shiver.
“What do I say?” He laid his hand on Levi’s arm, turned his head just enough that their lips were mere micro-centimeters apart. “I say how soon can we leave?”
Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one.
She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done; she feels compelled to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stich, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Amber Quill Press, Torquere Press and Wayward ink.