Suzanne Jefferies's Blog, page 3
January 14, 2019
RELEASE DAY 25 FEBRUARY 2019

#erotica #eroticaromance #contemporaryromance #tango #wildrosepress #shortstory
Published on January 14, 2019 02:13
January 7, 2019
2019 - the year of the question mark
The big upset of the Golden Globes was Bohemian Rhapsody’s win, snatching it from front-runner A Star is Born.
I wasn’t surprised.
Bohemian Rhapsody is actually a pretty shite film. It’s so obviously someone’s version of what happened and not what did, in fact, happen. There was drama in getting it made, controversy dogging its every move, and critics hated it. A Star is Born is way better in many respects.
But, it didn’t have him.
Freddie Mercury.
Freddie Mercury. On. The. Big. Screen. Or rather Rami Malek as Freddie (and it’s so damn close it could almost be.)
That’s it.
The man is a legend. And has tons of fans. Who cares that the film bobbled along on well-worn biopic tracks? Who cares that big chunks were left out? Or that canned drama took the place of character development (sorry, John Deacon, but you are clearly awesome and all anyone can say is that you were played by the kid from Jurassic Park).
Watching Bohemian Rhapsody, we get a little closer to his and their ‘kind of magic'.
I know a lot of people comment that there’s an irrational amount of grief for superstars we never knew. What aboutery abounds.
I remember when Freddie died. It was the same day our Grade 11 marks were returned. I sat sulking, waiting for my cue as a shepherd in the nativity play rehearsal. Rain clouds threatened and all I could think was that my life was over as I’d ploughed Afrikaans, again. And then, the shattering news arrived. Freddie. Gone.
We used to sing Flash Gordon in the lounge to my dad’s tape. The Innuendo album played on repeat when we were racing yachts just outside Durban harbour. Whenever I felt shite about my expanding arse, I’d turn to my personal feel-good anthem, Fat-Bottomed Girls.
Queen sang to me, bolstered me up, made me feel I could be a ‘Prince of the Universe’. An ally. A friend. An icon.
This year hasn’t started well for me. My heart is broken. My dreams in tatters. I have no idea what this year will bring and I hope for kindness, but somehow, that’s not always what will transpire.
I cannot think of a better song, from a band and a man who fill me with such inspiration I can barely breathe.
Hope 2019 is good to you.
I wasn’t surprised.
Bohemian Rhapsody is actually a pretty shite film. It’s so obviously someone’s version of what happened and not what did, in fact, happen. There was drama in getting it made, controversy dogging its every move, and critics hated it. A Star is Born is way better in many respects.
But, it didn’t have him.
Freddie Mercury.
Freddie Mercury. On. The. Big. Screen. Or rather Rami Malek as Freddie (and it’s so damn close it could almost be.)
That’s it.
The man is a legend. And has tons of fans. Who cares that the film bobbled along on well-worn biopic tracks? Who cares that big chunks were left out? Or that canned drama took the place of character development (sorry, John Deacon, but you are clearly awesome and all anyone can say is that you were played by the kid from Jurassic Park).
Watching Bohemian Rhapsody, we get a little closer to his and their ‘kind of magic'.
I know a lot of people comment that there’s an irrational amount of grief for superstars we never knew. What aboutery abounds.
I remember when Freddie died. It was the same day our Grade 11 marks were returned. I sat sulking, waiting for my cue as a shepherd in the nativity play rehearsal. Rain clouds threatened and all I could think was that my life was over as I’d ploughed Afrikaans, again. And then, the shattering news arrived. Freddie. Gone.
We used to sing Flash Gordon in the lounge to my dad’s tape. The Innuendo album played on repeat when we were racing yachts just outside Durban harbour. Whenever I felt shite about my expanding arse, I’d turn to my personal feel-good anthem, Fat-Bottomed Girls.
Queen sang to me, bolstered me up, made me feel I could be a ‘Prince of the Universe’. An ally. A friend. An icon.
This year hasn’t started well for me. My heart is broken. My dreams in tatters. I have no idea what this year will bring and I hope for kindness, but somehow, that’s not always what will transpire.
I cannot think of a better song, from a band and a man who fill me with such inspiration I can barely breathe.
Hope 2019 is good to you.
Published on January 07, 2019 03:29
Coming Feb 2019

Published on January 07, 2019 03:27
December 13, 2018
The Voluptuary Pleasures series

Published on December 13, 2018 02:30
November 27, 2018
Release Day
Published on November 27, 2018 22:37
November 26, 2018
Less than 48 hours to release day...have you pre-ordered your copy?

Published on November 26, 2018 11:58
November 19, 2018
Have you pre-ordered your copy yet?

Published on November 19, 2018 01:37
November 5, 2018
Trailer Release: Touched
#darkromance #eroticromance #darkerotica #erotica #kissmelikeyoumean it
Published on November 05, 2018 02:16
November 1, 2018
28 November 2018
Published on November 01, 2018 02:46
October 25, 2018
Releasing 28 November 2018
Only one person knows Max Montgomery’s deepest, darkest synesthesia secrets — Billy Jorge. But he ran out on her after six months, when she was still a teen, leaving her to deal with the fallout. A year before, Max arrived back in Liberty to bury her mother, pack up and sell the family house and head out to pursue the rest of her life. So, why’s she still there? Because Billy’s back in Liberty in his role of local preacher, Father William Jorge. Because he’s still the only person who knows her, who she can trust herself with - or can she?
#DarkRomance #DarkErotica #Erotica
#DarkRomance #DarkErotica #Erotica

Published on October 25, 2018 06:19