Now we move on to Selena Kitt. If you haven't heard of Selena Kitt then...where have you been? Hanging out in a rock garden? She is the driving force behind Excessica (one of my publishers, woohoo!) and a writer to be marveled at. She's got quite the back list under her belt and is a marketing phenom. Selena is the kind of person that makes you take a step back and take notes. At least, after all the years I've known her, I'm still taking notes and learning things.
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The 1950s is often pictured in film and literature as an “innocent” time in American history. Nostalgia reigns supreme when it comes to that decade, especially since our historical perspective gives us a view of what was to come during the 1960s and the sexual revolution. Compared to the 1960s, the 1950s is virginal territory. So were people really repressed? Were they really not having sex?
If the Baby Boom generation is any indication, our idealized view of the 1950s is inaccurate. The reality of sex in the 1950s is that people were definitely doing it. Kinsey’s infamous report came out in 1948, before the decade in question. And teen pregnancy in the 1950s grew exponentially compared to decades before and after. People were having sex but they had incomplete knowledge about birth control, pregnancy and sexual relations in general. Teenagers were especially vulnerable, given the drive of their hormones, the advent of drive-in movie theaters and parking in the back seats of cars, coupled with a cultural attitude of abstinence until marriage.
The church had a great influence in the 1950s, spreading the ideal of morality, especially the Catholic church. The church was incredibly powerful in the 1950s. Most people went to church every Sunday and aspired to be “good Catholics” or “good Christians” depending on their denomination. We know now that the sexual repression of the 1950s was being played out in the church itself by priests and, to a lesser degree, nuns, who were sexually abusing their young, impressionable charges.
Sexual repression, any sort of repression, will force that which is repressed to appear in shadow form. In other words, denial gives power to that which is denied. In the 1950s, there is no doubt that people were having sex, but they weren’t talking about it. That repression led to serious consequences and repercussions in communities and churches all over America, not the least of which included the sexual abuse happening in churches and teen pregnancies occurring at alarming rates in schools.
We live in a world where single motherhood is common, where gay couples can live openly as parents, and birth control is taught and even handed out in some schools. Imagine what it must have been like as a young person, living in the 1950s, the paradox of a church and community that insisted “good girls” waited until marriage, and only “bad girls” gave into temptation and had sex with their boyfriends, even if they were intended future husbands.
The myth of the 1950s was that everyone waited until they were married, married people even slept in twin beds, copulating only for procreation, and no one ever, ever talked about sex. Pregnancy was something to be avoided before marriage and sought out after marriage, but information about how not to get pregnant or even how to get pregnant wasn’t forthcoming from any direction. Abortion was illegal, and the pill had yet to be invented.
And of course the double standard labeled only that which could be seen—the pregnant unwed mother—as “sinful.” Most of the time, boys were let off the hook. It was a girl’s responsibility to keep herself chaste, because it was she who openly paid the price for a dalliance.
That’s the world I wanted to explore in Temptation, a world where sex was occurring but not being talked about, where teen girls gained a reputation for being “fast” if they gave into temptation, where the secrecy and repression of a culture was played out in the microcosm of the family. The world was a different place, and we were living in a different time, but our basic drives, and biological needs, never changed.
The Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed trilogy, Temptation, Confession, and finally, Grace, takes us back in time to a world labeled “innocent” where nostalgia has too often had us looking at the decade through rose-colored glasses, where sex was happening but no one was talking about it, and where the consequences for “immorality” were experienced far more deeply and profoundly than they are today.
This is the world Erica and Leah live in, two curious college-aged girls whose strict Catholic upbringing and sexual repression have them bursting at the seams, ready to explode in a fiery display of lustful thoughts, sinful acts, and wicked choices that lead them down a road forbidden to them by parents, clergy and community alike.
Join Leah and Erica on their journey of sexual discovery.
“Lead us not into temptation…” ~Matthew 6:13
What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s father?
Leah is a good, Catholic girl, and she and Erica have been best friends since their first communion. Sure, Erica’s father is handsome and charming, but Leah spends so much time at the Nolan’s—just Erica and her famous, photographer father now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family.
Both girls have led privileged, sheltered lives and are on the “good girl” track at St. Mary Magdalene’s Preparatory College, Leah pursuing her love of dance and Erica sating her endless curiosity as editor of the newspaper. Neither of them could have ever imagined that one fateful discovery will not only push the boundaries of their strict, repressive upbringing, but the bonds of their friendship as well.
Leah certainly never could have imagined finding herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father. Sure, Leah’s mother had always talked about Mr. Nolan as “a catch,” but Leah herself had never thought of him as anything other than just Erica’s dad—until the girls discover something darkly erotic under Mr. Nolan’s bed, a deep, shameful secret that will not only lead them into temptation, but will deliver them into a far greater revelation than any of them could ever have imagined.