A dear friend bought a signed copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY here on the first day of 2013. How lovely.
Surprised and saddened to discover ‘umbrella authority’ is alive and well in Christendom. The ultimate authoritative umbrella, GOD the Father, is missing from this line drawing found at Anointed Wives’ Ministry through Facebook social media.
I first learned of ‘umbrella authority’ at a two or three-day conference in Columbus, Ohio in the late 1980s. I learned that as a woman, if I step from underneath the protective authority of a man, I stand unprotected and exposed to the forces of evil – as if I do not have God the Holy Spirit indwelling me. Somehow I am a lesser being than the ‘husband’ solely because I am the ‘wife’ – i.e. the woman.
In my novel, I flesh out this distorted view of godly marriage – of godly relationships between men and women – to its extreme conclusion – misogyny, lust, rape, murder, mayhem.
Not to be taken lightly, ‘umbrella authority’ is looking through a glass darkly, forgetting who we are meant to be as Christian men and women.
I read through IN THE SEVENTH DAY this morning, and cried again at my ending. Erotic? Somewhat? Tragic? Definitely. Engaging? Assuredly.
The first 3 copies – yep, only 3 – arrived yesterday. I’m sure they were delivered to the wrong address because they showed up late last night on my doorstep. I do hope UPS doesn’t work its delivery drivers after dark – like – after 9 p.m.!
The red color of the font works! Yes, I was worried. Unfortunately it appears a tad dark online, but in person it’s vivid enough and conveys blood quite well.
Re-reading the back cover description, I found myself running through tag-lines again! A Twisted Religion came through this time.
Settling down on my couch with my coffee to read through IN THE SEVENTH DAY – book in hand. What a delight!
Apparently little ol’ ladies like erotic fiction – or so says a small bookstore owner in a small southern Indiana community. He used to put a certain highly popular piece of erotica behind the counter until little ol’ ladies came into the store to ask if he sells it. Now he puts it out, low on a shelf, almost out of sight, but not –
I told him he ought to carry IN THE SEVENTH DAY.
My main character, smooth-talking, handsome, outwardly-kind Kevin Hillar is inwardly without conscience, unaware that what he does is wrong. In his mind, his actions are perfectly logical.
He’s come to Vevay, Indiana – a very small community between Louisville, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio – to plant a church which he does in a local tobacco farmer’s barn.
As soon as the reverend meets the Gateway family, he knows what he wants. From his desire comes many evils.
Correctly titling your work is paramount; perhaps the tagline – if you have one – is equally important. I’ve called IN THE SEVENTH DAY a “crime novel,” “erotica,” “erotic literature,” [ or is that literary erotica? ]. My mother and daughter – who’ve not read it yet – call it “pornography.”
IN THE SEVENTH DAY contains – for certain – some explicit sexual encounters that emerge from Kevin Hillar’s personality.
Being true to a character and his or her nature is equally vital in good writing.