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Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and
writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up.
Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still
her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the
world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and
fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves
stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is
a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her
daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world
traveler some day. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write
her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the
internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to
the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at
Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing, and No Boundaries Press and she has
also begun to self-publish at various places on the Internet.
Blurb:
Judas has never been very popular, not in any
incarnation that he and Jesus and the others have lived through. But he doesn't
care about that. All he cares about is following the instructions of God as set
forth in the script that they follow. And Jesus. For Judas has secretly loved
the son of God for over two thousand years.
But now he decides that enough is enough, and he's
tired of watching Jesus die far too early, and for what? This time Judas is
determined to see that Jesus lives a long and happy life, no matter what price
he has to pay to accomplish it...no matter if he has to make a deal with the
devil himself.
Revelations is a story of what could be, told by those
who play it out, time after time after time, unbeknownst to the rest of
mankind. They've come back again, for yet another round. But this
time is going to be different.
Excerpt:
Prologue:
God
It's not always easy to sit
on the sidelines and watch what is happening, to resist the urge to intervene
in his best interest. My son's that is. Jesus. But I do so, because I know it's
for his own good. As well as for the good of mankind. I can't let my concerns
as his father override my vested interest in the fate of man. But sometimes
that is easier said than done.
This morning I am not alone.
Someone else is with me, someone with his own agenda, although we are not as
diametrically opposed as some would imagine us to be. Good and evil aren't the
simplistic concepts some would portray them as being—there are more grey areas
there than you might think. And rightly so.
He smirks. Too much for my
taste, I have to admit, but sometimes he does have his moments, and he too has
a part to play in what is happening in the world of men. Someone needs to fill
the role of the villain, after all.
The stage is being set for
the third act, the scripts have been handed round, and the actors are taking
their places. Will this time end any differently than the others? That depends
on my son, on Jesus. I'm thinking this will be the time when he'll make the
change.
He'll change nothing,"
Lucifer interjects, although I've asked him nothing, certainly not inquired as
to his opinion.
I glance at him. He's dressed
to within an inch of his life, and wears the most ridiculous sunglasses I've
ever seen. I decide not to comment on his fashion sense. "I think he
might, this time. I think he's ready for change."
Lucifer snorts. "It's been
two thousand years, and neither one has exactly caught on yet. Why should this
time be any different?"
"Care to put your money
where your mouth is?"
He eyes me carefully. "I
would, but you see you have this whole mystic omnipotent God thing going on. Personally,
I don't care for those odds."
I arch an eyebrow. "I
may be omnipotent, but Jesus does have free will and he does possess the
ability to make his own decisions. You think I'd stack the deck in my son's
favor? Just to win a bet with you?"
"Let's say I'm taking no
chances." He smiles. "Tell you what, though—give me free rein. Let me do what I want, and you not say anything or do
anything to interfere with me? As far as they're concerned, that is."
I open my mouth to object, he
hastily interjects. "No killing, I swear to it."
That's better. I still have
some measure of control over the serpent.
"So be it." I
agree, turning my attention back to where it had been, to my son. I'm smirking
now. Openly.
O ye of little faith, watch
and learn.
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