We are so excited to have Lynn Kelling with us today as she celebrates the release tomorrow… 12th April …of her latest book Caged Jaye the prequel to Arctic Absolution. But… she’s not on her own as she has invited Jaye to pop in with her for a chat. Go check it out and don’t forget to enter the giveaway.
Character Interview with Jaye
Lynn: It’s good to see you. Thank you for agreeing to be here and talk about this part of your life. I know it’s not easy. Please, tell us who you are.
Jaye: Loaded question. Depends who’s asking, really. Dix calls me J-bird. Cash calls me Johnny. Jaye’s in there somewhere.
Lynn: Is he?
Jaye: Always. In some form or other.
Lynn: How about to everyone else. Who are you then?
Jaye: Jaye Larson, ex-con, boyfriend of Trooper Dixon Rowe, sixteen-year-old-looking tattooed motherfucker who worked at the truck stop for a while, but now’s over at the power station and owns a shitty cabin. Fan of sugar, sex, and fair deals.
Lynn: You still think the cabin’s shitty?
Jaye: Nah. It’s kind of nice now. It used to be an absolute fucking mess until Dix got his hands all over it and turned it out.
Lynn: Did you phrase your answer that way intentionally?
Jaye: I’m always intentional.
Lynn: So, how are you? How are things with Dixon?
Jaye: (laughs) I’m just fine, thanks. Dix is great.
Lynn: Is that sincere? You seem a little hostile. I’m not your enemy, you know. Does Dixon know you’re here talking about this with us?
Jaye: No, he doesn’t. I didn’t want to get into it. We haven’t gotten into it.
Jaye: It’s complicated.
Lynn: Well, I know that, but you are going to have to elaborate a little for everyone else. Please. I promise Dixon won’t read this, if it helps.
Jaye: Dix knows a lot, all right? That I was attacked, and how. That I got locked up and for how long. That shit went down. He knows about the Disciples. He’s seen all the scars. Probably knows ‘em better than I do at this point with how often I get naked for him. We fuck like rabbits, you know.
Lynn: Yeah, I know.
Jaye: Every day, several times a day.
Lynn: Got it. You’re not gonna shock me, so stop trying. Keep going.
Jaye: Whatever. It is funny how often I’m naked these days. It was different with Cash, when I was inside. We were always watched in some way or other, or it was dark as hell, so it was constantly more of a drop-your-pants and go-someplace-else-in-your-head situation than what it is now. I mean, there were the times in the showers, but that was always an in and out deal. No time to study the details. All they cared about was my ass anyway.
Lynn: What doesn’t Dixon know?
Jaye: Plenty. He wasn’t there. No one who wasn’t there is gonna get it. Not even Dix. But it doesn’t matter. He loves me for who I am now, not for who I was.
Lynn: Are you really saying you’re not Johnny anymore?
Jaye: Lynn, I really don’t wanna talk about this shit.
Lynn: I get that, but my job is to show how hard you fought for yourself in FCI Sheridan, and everything you went through there. It matters. You’re not going to get past it if you don’t face it now and then. So. Are you Johnny?
Jaye: Of course I’m Johnny. You can’t undo that shit. It doesn’t go away. I wouldn’t even want it to. Johnny knows how to survive. Johnny takes care of me and Dixon.
Lynn: How about Cora’s boy? The person you were before FCI Sheridan? Where is he?
Jaye: Are you fucking kidding? You know he’s dead. He’s a fucking corpse.
Lynn: I don’t believe that. Are you really telling me that when you’re alone with Dixon, you don’t go back there sometimes?
Jaye: There’s no going back to being someone who’s been dissected, murdered, raped, and been driven insane. Like, actually nutso, highly-medicated, danger-to-himself-and-others insane.
Lynn: Are you still insane?
Jaye: I’m doing okay.
Lynn: Hearing your ghosts?
Jaye: Not as much. Everyone has their bad days.
Lynn: Who are your ghosts?
Jaye: Burt. Earl. Ecker. Dorrance. Cash. Hax. Tio. Stick ‘em in a blender, dice ‘em into pieces, pour ‘em in a tumbler and take the shot.
Lynn: Why do they talk to you?
Jaye: To make sure I never forget.
Lynn: Forget what?
Jaye: Who I really am. What I am. What I did. Why…
Lynn: Why what?
Jaye: Never mind.
Lynn: Are you afraid that by letting go of the ghosts, you’re letting go of your guilt? Do you keep them around so you don’t have to forgive yourself?
Jaye: I’m not answering that.
Lynn: What would you do if you ran into your old boyfriend, Kris, again?
Jaye: (laughs and shakes his head) You really don’t wanna know.
Lynn: How about your mother, Cora? Come on. Humor me. She finds out where you’re living. She shows up on your doorstep, fresh from rehab. What would you do?
Jaye: That’s not fair.
Lynn: Come on, Jaye. Please.
Jaye: That would never happen.
Lynn: Imagine it could. Try.
Jaye: (stands up and walks a short distance away)
Lynn: Would you introduce her to Dixon? Would you show her the life you’ve made with him?
Jaye: I’m not doing this. Ask a different question.
Lynn: Okay. How do you feel about Cash?
Jaye: (sits heavily) Grateful. I feel grateful. He kept me alive.
Lynn: So does that mean you feel you owe him?
Jaye: I’ll always owe him.
Lynn: I thought you had a deal. Even trade. You gave him a lot. Don’t you think that’s settled your debt?
Lynn: If Dixon was able to know Cash as well as you do, what would be Dixon’s reaction to Cash?
Jaye: He’d hate his fucking guts more than he’s ever hated someone’s guts in his whole life. If Dix was another kind of guy, he might try to hurt Cash. Kill him. But he’s not. So it’d just tear him up inside. That’s why I don’t tell him. It’s better.
Lynn: What would Cash think of Dixon?
Jaye: (shakes his head) Nope. Next question.
Lynn: Okay, last one. What would Dixon do if he knew what you’re really capable of?
Jaye: Oh, he knows. I’ve had enough bad days where Dix was the only one there to pick me back up again. I tend to say shit out loud when I’m down in it, about the things I least want to talk about when I’m right in the head. So trust me, he knows. He loves me anyway. That’s why I let Johnny protect him when necessary. It’s my job. It’s what I do. Nothing matters more than keeping Dixon safe.
Lynn: Thank you again for being here, Jaye. I’m sorry for everything you’ve gone through. I hope things keep getting better for you.
Jaye: Yes, ma’am. I hope so too.
Prequel to Arctic Absolution
Publisher ~ Forbidden Fiction
Published ~ 12th April 2016
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Drama
It’s Jaye Larson’s nineteenth birthday, and all he wants is to spend time with his boyfriend, Kris, and his mother — the people he loves most, who make life worth living. But faced with his mother’s demons, the imperfections of his relationship with Kris, and dangerous, homophobic strangers, one by one, all of Jaye’s dreams are soon derailed. Plunging into a waking nightmare, shortly after going to bed alone, Jaye wakes in an alley, pinned down by two men with slow, bloody rape and murder in mind. It’s just the start of Jaye’s fight for his life, and his sanity, as time and time again, he’s forced to make impossible choices to survive, no matter what it costs. (M/M)
::: DEBRA’S REVIEW :::
Dixon Rowe is a good man and a good cop who keeps finding himself in bed with the enemy. After he picks up a young ex-con named Jaye Larson for stealing food, Dixon is seduced by the possibility of helping someone truly in need. He tells himself he’s assisting young Jaye out of the goodness of his heart—not because of how sexy Jaye is under all of the tattoos and defiance. But temptation entangles them as the malicious ghosts of Jaye's past return to haunt their every step. Jaye’s ghosts are bad enough, but the demon from Dixon's past is real enough to put both of their lives in danger. (M/M)
Story Page: http://forbiddenfiction.com/story/lk1-1-000188/
Meet Lynn Kelling
Lynn Kelling began writing in order to tell stories that aren’t afraid of the dark, don’t hold anything back and always strive to be memorable, forging lasting attachments between character and reader. Her inspiration comes from taking a closer look at behaviors and ideas lurking at the fringes of life—basically anything that people may hesitate to speak of in mixed company, but everyone wonders about anyway. Her work is driven by the taboo in order to expose the humanity within it. Lynn is an artist, designer and lover of any form of creative self-expression that comes from a place of honesty and emotion, whether it's body art or opera. She has had multiple novels published, has written over seventy works of erotic fiction of varying lengths, and always has several novels in progress. email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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