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You’ve time-travelled back to the 1970’s. It’s an icy, rainy night and you’re out the front of a movie theatre, shivering and indecisive in your green flares and massive orange bobble hat. You stuff your hands into your purple pea coat just as you spy the poster for a dark, erotic thriller starring a very young, extra-broody Kris Kristofferson as a messed up surfer-dude. Decision made! Now, what size popcorn shall you get …?
Disclaimer: Bran emphatically does not look like Kris Kristofferson 😉 Well, maybe if Kris had a son with a viking-princess super model we might be getting closer. I jest! Sorry, Kris!!
If you have the old version and would prefer the 1970’s sex-noir one – let me know – I’ll send it to you!!
Gorgeous shot of Hanna Sorheim and Ton Heukels by Matteo Montanari for Cargo Collective.
“Well, that’s confirmed it. I reckon you’re about seven parts optimist and three parts moron. That’s a dangerous combo, Ava.” – Bad Bran, Thin Ice.
“Finally,” she said. “You’re a bit slow, aren’t you?” His scowl grew. Don’t believe me. I’m lying, she thought. The words tried to break through her lips, but she wouldn’t say them. He needed to move on already, bother a different girl. – Angry Ava, The Kitchen.
Gripping the table with both hands, his eyes gleamed a translucent blue-green like chunks of raw beryl. “I . . . well . . .” He closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead and took a breath. “How can I say it, Ave? You’re the water. The wave. The ride. The whole lot.” – Brave Bran, This is What You Want.
“Okay then. I know you’ve never said it in the whole of your life. It’s hard. I understand that and I’ve been patient, but it’s only three words. And if you mean them, it should be okay, right? So I’ll be the brave one and say it first.” She took a big breath. “I love you.” Ava grimaced at her food. “Wow, it does make you feel vulnerable. But does that help?” – Amiable Ava, This is What You Want.
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” – Carl Jung, Swiss psychoanalyst.
According to Jung, our dreams deliver subconscious information, long neglected or ignored, needing to be integrated into our waking lives. I like the concept of our wily night-minds waiting for the opportunity to show us things hidden from the daylight. ‘Yes, asleep again! Now come on you fool, look at this. Look!’
A while back, this vivid image of me on a mountain, for some reason naked and unusually happy about the great wave roaring forth, startled me awake and made me get the paints out before breakfast!
As you can see, I’m certainly no Van Gogh, but the picture rocked and rolled around inside my head, demanding to be exorcised.
I’m glad that I didn’t let it fade away and scratched it out onto canvas because it contained symbols that hovered and sparked feelings that eventually became my book, Siren’s Wave. So, from the watery dream realm came an earthy enterprise that kept me entertained and busy. And a little obsessed? Probably. Something long neglected was brought to life in Bran and Ava’s story. What exactly? Hmm, let’s see … Be brave. Face fears. Share the past. Be open. Be yourself. And more. So much more, in fact, but that’s another story.
Another lovely photo splice of Ton Heukels and Marthe Wiggers by Alvaro Beaumud Cortes for Stylist France…
As Bran and Ava’s story continues, the flames are burning several degrees hotter than in Siren’s Wave. Strangely, this seems to be happening beyond my control, and it’s got me thinking about the frequency and detail of sex scenes in contemporary romance novels and at what point it becomes a bore-fest or crosses over into the realms of erotica? Not that there’s anything wrong with erotica. If you’re into it—enjoy—I say.
Personally, rather than endure a blow-by-blow account, I like my imagination to get a good workout. Too many ginormous, clever appendages thrusting at quivering, slippery slopes start me yawning and skipping pages, hunting for the next bit of plot action. The real emotion. Or the heavy feels, as we like to say in romance land.
So, in book 2 I have a fairly hot scene in chapter 3. Good God, I hear you cry. In book 1, after our reluctant lovers finally got it on the main event pretty much happened off screen. Well, for their first session at least. How cruel of me!
Right now, this extra intensity between the sheets feels a vital energy that needs to burn a little wild, like their current relationship. And, yet, I don’t want to be overly descriptive and curb readers’ imaginations with surplus stage directions. Have I got the balance right? I’m not sure yet. At some point, Bran and Ava will likely tell me.
How much sex is good for you in a love story? If you dare, comment below, or email me at email@example.com and tell me if you like the heat in your books turned up, down, or set to a steady simmer?
The tale of a damaged, up-and-coming rock star who doesn’t know what love is. Even when it smacks him in the face. Twice. When he falls hard for a girl who’s determined to resist him, what else can he do but break apart?
On sale from the 18th through to the 24th of March!
Ton Heukels, Marthe Wiggers - splice of a gorgeous shot by Alvaro Beaumud Cortes for Stylist Magazine.
“Five Stars. A fabulous novel, one with drama and details, edge and emotion, love and lust but with a story that unfolds so very different from so many Rock band romances.” – Jeannie Zelos Book Reviews
“Great debut … Siren’s Wave was a great 5 star read.” – M Austin, Alpha Book Club
“Spicy, salty and sweet! … I loved the dream imagery and metaphors … I would recommend this book even if you don’t typically do romances – it’s a gem!” – Jillian
“Siren’s Wave turned out to be the book I’ve been waiting for – the true well-written smart romance.” – Syrene
“The style of writing is unique and the way the two characters interact is genuinely funny and such a tease. The pace of the story is very well designed to keep you interested right up until the end.” – S.J. Main
Siren’s Wave, A Rock and Roll Love Story, J.A. Hazel
Well, by now regular readers of my reviews will know I have a weakness for rock star/film star romances, so when I was asked to read this I was a happy bunny.
Did my usual checks first though because there are hundreds of thousands ( or so it feels) of novels in this genre and I know from experience that 90% of them just don’t do it for me. They work for others, dominate best sellers but I need something a little more, a story with an edge.
I want a novel that’s true to the music industry, that brings in all that band life, celebrity/media excess if they’ve found fame, the struggle to climb up if they haven’t, one that shows the underbelly, the grittiness and stuff we don’t often get. Things like how common drug/alchohol use becomes, first to…