Baby Jesus is Crying

Let’s start out this clusterfuck with a little information about my own religious background. I’ve been raised Catholic and through the whole religious education regiment. There was a time in my life where I didn’t bother with church and became disenchanted with the whole concept. I flat out told the priest that would eventually perform my marriage ceremony that you didn’t need to go to church to believe in God. I still am firm in this line of thinking. however, I attend church regularly now in a small Catholic church–the same one I got married in–and I am a member of the choir. With all that, I do see things I feel are hypocritical in my chosen religion. Their views on gays, for example. Last I remember, Jesus didn’t preach hate.

No religion is perfect. I like to say that God and I understand each other. Whatever humans want to say is insignificant to the relationship I’ve built with the supreme being. I believe that Mother Nature cares for the earth and you should treasure the meat carcass your soul lives in until the next life. Yeah, not really the Catholic norm. Don’t care.



On to the point of this post and boy is it going to be a long one. Unless you’ve been living without outside news sources or don’t have internet (and can’t read this anyways) you might have seen the ‘delightful’ story about the vagina clown car family the Duggars. Specifically, Josh Duggar.

Not allegedly, Josh Duggar–at the ‘tender’ age of fourteen–decided that it would be super awesome not only to molest girls younger than him (some way younger) from other families but his own sisters as well. Of course when his father found out, he was suuuper sad. So of course the best course to deal with this was to go to the police.

No … wait a minute. That’s right! The church elders. Silly me to think going to the authorities outside the church would be the best course. My bad. That’s okay. He’ll get the help he needs by going to a treatment center and the victims will also get help.

…. four months of hard labor helping to remodel a building counts right? And just getting the victims to realize it was their fault counts also, right? Women are supposed to submit. All that suffragettes stuff was just a waste of time. Women need to just stay home and squeeze out several dozen children from their super elastic vagina cars. And for gosh sakes–stand by your man even when you know he fondles young children. God will save him! /insert eye roll here/

Fucking creepy.

After this ‘treatment’, Josh Duggar got a stern talking to from a family friend. This person was a cop named Joseph T. Hutchens, who didn’t report the incident, but maybe that’s because he liked child pornography. You can’t make this shit up.

Now let’s remember they home school and the advice on sexual assault is scary as H-E-double hockey sticks.

The verses quoted on Counseling Sexual Abuse are to the right. Yikes.

The verses quoted on Counseling Sexual Abuse are to the right. Yikes.

Deuteronomy 22:22-24 King James Version (KJV)2If a man be found lying with a woman married to an husband, then they shall both of them die, both the man that lay with the woman, and the woman: so shalt thou put away evil from Israel.

23 If a damsel that is a virgin be betrothed unto an husband, and a man find her in the city, and lie with her;

24 Then ye shall bring them both out unto the gate of that city, and ye shall stone them with stones that they die; the damsel, because she cried not, being in the city; and the man, because he hath humbled his neighbour’s wife: so thou shalt put away evil from among you.


John 1:9  New International Version (NIV)

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.


Romans 12:1-2 New International Version (NIV)

A Living Sacrifice

12 Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

I am beyond pissed off at religious zealots who exude the air of perfectionism in public and behind closed doors like are perverted fucks that think themselves above the law. It sickens me to see women so brainwashed that they don’t see that they’re cowed by the men who supposedly love them. Seriously, would you marry a guy who confessed about the molestation and then have children with him? Dafuq?

Because his father hid this from the police–or police that gave a shit–the statutes of limitations are up on even attempting to prosecute. No, Baby Jesus does not approve. No matter what the religious nut jobs think, God doesn’t strip away the sickness within a child molester no more than he can ‘cure’ someone of being gay. That’s just putting your delusional blindfold on and playing in traffic. So stop being huge dicks and get the fuck down from your high horse. Your nose is bleeding, douchewad.

Also, Mike Huckabee is a huge douchebag. Not voting for you, jagoff. On the plus side, TLC has done the right thing by pulling the show off the air. I suspect that the show will go away like Honey Boo Boo did when the mother thought dating a known child molester was a good thing.

WTF, Game of Thrones?

wpid-20150515_145822.jpgI have to admit, though I have them, I haven’t read the books. Between my own writing and maintaining a house on my own, I don’t have the reading time I’d like. I will get to the paperbacks but in the meantime, I’ve been watching the show. From what friends have told me that have read the books, the show itself doesn’t follow it to the letter. Honestly, I have yet to find a book that’s turned into either a television show or movie that doesn’t take liberties. I still remember my son getting agitated when I took him to the first Harry Potter movie and it didn’t follow the book. Try telling a seven year old who loved reading and the books that Hollywood takes liberties.

So some of the new season has been hit or miss for me as far as intriguing. Of course my favorite character Tyrion is getting in and out of trouble with ease only to be thrown to the wolves again. He’s a survivor and will always find his way out of the rabbit hole. Then there’s Littlefinger that manipulates people as well as professional organist. He has an agenda and someday we’ll be in on it.

Cersei and Ramsey? Yeah, I hope they trip off a tall tower and fall into boiling lava with birds shitting on them as they descend.

The episode that aired on 17 May 2015 I was absolutely loving … until the last scene. To say I was appalled is an understatement and if you haven’t seen it yet, I suggest you stop reading because I’m about to spoiler the shit out of it.

We have the wedding of Sansa Stark and el Douchebag Ramsey Bolton. Something Littlefinger set up so I’m wondering what his angle is on that beyond the obvious pull the Stark name still has in the North and Winterfell. My first impression is that Sansa has that fire in her belly when she refuses to allow Theon “Reek” Greyjoy take her hand to lead her down the aisle. I see a slight hesitation in Sansa’s demeanor when she’s asked if she wants to marry the man that makes Christian Grey look like a Boy Scout. Maybe she’ll tell them to piss off with all the support for her family, not the Boltons, that has been shown thus far. Nope. She goes with Littlefinger’s match.

It’s the wedding night and Theon shows the wedded couple to their room. Ramsey shows his ‘winning’ personality by telling Sansa to strip while Theon stays in the room to watch. All this after he grills her about whether she’s pure. I mean Tyrion could have popped the old cherry. All her protests aren’t going to mean a thing, really. Out of the frying pan into the fire. Which husband would have been worse? Ramsey or Joffrey? Toss up, really.

Sansa’s composure crumples a little as she turns and unlaces her sleeves. I pray that there’s a knife somewhere in there but I’m deeply disappointed. It only goes downhill from there. Ramsey rips the back of her dress and presses her to the bed, all the while acting the pompous ass he is. In the corner, Theon looks on with tears aplenty as off camera the cries of Sansa build. Married or not, Ramsey forces himself on Sansa in nothing short of rape.

Do I hope Sansa will be alright? Boy I hope so. She’s been showing those flashes of “don’t fuck with me” and I want to see a strong female character. Yeah, I don’t think that Cersei fills that role. She’s a vengeful bitch that’s grasping at straws.

the fact that burns me the most is the confirmation that this scene NEVER existed in the books. What the fuck is wrong with an industry that uses rape as a plot device? With all that Sansa has been through, is it necessary to add one more debauched layer of shit? Absolutely Fucking NO. That satisfying end to Ramsey doesn’t come at that moment and I wonder if it ever will. So fuck you writers. Stop thinking it’s okay to debase a female character to move your dodgy plot along and get back to killing the asshole characters. That’s what we’re used to and that’s what we demand.

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Longing For Her by Lynn Burke #giveaway

When I planned out the first Risso Family novella Susceptible to Him, I had no intentions of beginning a series. Lia’s brother, Cole, however, started whispering in my brain, telling me all about his infatuation with Lia’s best friend Gwen.

Already in love with Gwen’s character, I was thrilled to know an HEA lay in store for her. Their story brought back to memory my own crush on older siblings’ friends. Couldn’t help myself—had to appease the muse and write Longing for Her.

From there, the other two Risso brothers started chatting in my mind, keeping me awake at night. Complete with Her is in final edits while Tempered by Her is still in the planning / scribbled notes on napkins and tissues stages. Hopefully, I’ll be able to share the last two stories with you all before the end of the year.



Happy Book Birthday to Longing for Her!

Longing for Her
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 7, 2015

Straight-laced Cole Risso has longed for his sister’s bohemian best friend Gwen since he first laid eyes on her as a kid. Now, as future patriarch of the Risso Family, he’s expected to marry well. A free spirit and unconventional daughter of a pot-toking hippie hardly qualifies. 

When one night of giving into temptation ruins them both for any other, Cole and Gwen are faced with a decision – love the other enough to let them go, or defy family expectations and fight for their hearts’ desires.  No matter the decision, their choices have the power to destroy all they hold dear.

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I rounded the couch, but halted as a body came into view.

Cole lounged against the far side, one hand behind his head, half-empty beer bottle in the other. “Hey.”

Our gazes collided, sending a shock wave of energy through my blood. My heel itched to spin, but his focus wandered down my body and back up again, lingering on my bare thighs.
Oh, the temptation to taste him one more time. Three years of simmering desire had my kettle ready to scream hallelujah. “Hey,” I whispered back. “I thought you’d left.”

His smile melted my bones. “Decided to stay a while and reminisce.”

My lips tugged up. “I was eyeing the back of the couch while stealing some whiskey and doing the same thing.” Kind of.

“Care to join me?”

I considered the cushion closest to me and bit on the inside of my lip as temptation and love for the sexy man a few paces away warred in my brain. Knowing I owed Cole an apology, I decided to sit, curling my legs under me. “Sorry for being so harsh earlier. I…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Cole twisted sideways to place the bottle on the coffee table. “I shouldn’t have cornered you like that.” He started to sit up, but hesitated, a question in his eyes.

“It’s all right. I won’t run.”

The leather squeaked as he swung his feet to the floor and leaned back, hands on his thighs. His blue tie hung loose, the top two buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. A hint of dark hair called out to my fingers. Averting my eyes, I focused on the tumbler clasped in both my hands.

“I know I’ve said it hundreds of times, Gwen, but I’m sorry. Please say you forgive me.”
Another gulp of whiskey gave me courage to speak. “Forgiving in my mind means making things right—getting back to normal and moving on.” I lifted my head enough to focus on the knot of his tie. “I can’t do that with you, Cole.”

“Why not?”

“Because even though it’s expected you’ll marry an uptight, snobbish princess,” I sucked in air and allowed the words to spew, “I want you every second of the day.”

His chest stopped its rise and fall, and I glanced up at his face.


Longing like I’d never known reached out from his eyes and froze me in place. My breath caught. Nipples pebbled beneath my thin shirt.

Every muscle in my body quivered as he stood and walked toward me, unwavering gaze on my face.

“What—” I licked my lips, hating how my voice wavered. “What are you doing?”

“Give me the whiskey.”

My pulse thrummed with life, and I put the glass in his outstretched hand.

He set it on the coffee table without breaking eye contact and leaned down, placing his hands against the back of the couch on either side of me, making an effective cage. His face hovered mere inches from mine.

I breathed in as he exhaled, the subtle scent of peppermint flooding my mouth with saliva. His lower lip called out to my teeth; the shadow lining his jaw begged for my tongue.

“Did you mean what you said about once being enough, Gwen? Because it’s not for me. I want to taste every inch of your skin. Bury myself inside you.”

My breath caught, and moisture flooded my panties making me squirm on the cushion.
I opened my mouth, having no idea what words would tumble out, but he swooped down, capturing my parted lips before I could speak.

Blessed Mary, mother of God.

About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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