Yes, in an unexpected move, romantic novel publishers, Mills and Boon has announced that they have commissioned a group of their authors to write specifically on Catholic subjects.
"It's part of our programme of reaching out to niche markets" explained Crispin de Warren Manley, Head of Marketing.
And here, as a total worldwide scoop we have an extract from the first novel, 'Not a marrying man'......you read it here first, remember:-
"Marjorie stepped out of the shower and admired her long, slim legs in the mirror.
It was Sunday and she had not attended Mass in months and so, she had decided to put on some of her best finery and go; after all, the unmarried Deacon Antonio was going to be in attendance and she had long harboured feelings of pent up passion for him, in spite of his acne problem and built up heels.
Quickly slipping into her flimsy top and flaired mini skirt she grabbed her handbag and made for the door, it wouldn't do to be late for Mass today.
She drove into the church car park and could not help noticing a tall, menacing figure in black at the foot of the church steps.
"Who could that be?" she wondered. "It's not one of our dear greeters"
Nimbly slipping out of the car she gaily approached the church entrance whereupon she was grasped firmly by one shoulder.
"Where do you think you are going dressed like that?" a voice hissed in her ear.
It was none other than Deacon Antonio.
"Antonio" exclaimed Marjorie. "Why are you handling me so roughly, you brute?"
Secretly Marjorie rather liked Antonio's firm, masculine approach, she had thought him somewhat limp wristed up until now.
"I've told you before" said the Deacon. "Don't call me Antonio, it's Reverend Mr Deacon if you don't mind"
"But Reverend Mr Deacon" gasped Marjorie throatily. "You have never spoken to me like that before"
"Things have changed" said Antonio, slightly relaxing his grip on her smooth, white shoulder, "We've got a new PP and he's a you know whatter"
"A you know whatter?" Marjories lisped. "Whatever do you mean Ant....Reverend Mr Deacon?".
"He's a Latinist" Antonio snarled. "And what is more he is celebrating a Latin Mass this morning. We are sunk".
"B-b-but" Marjorie stammered, "What does this mean?"
"It means" Said Antonio with heavy irony. "That you have to dress modestly for Mass and wear a mantilla"
Marjorie swooned and fell heavily against the deacon who propped her up on his broad, masculine chest.
"But where will I get some modest dresses from?" sobbed Marjorie, nestling into the rough, heavy tweed jacket of the man she secretly loved.
"You can borrow one of mine" said Antonio.
"You do know that I am gay don't you?"
To be continued.......
Apologies to M & B
"It's part of our programme of reaching out to niche markets" explained Crispin de Warren Manley, Head of Marketing.
And here, as a total worldwide scoop we have an extract from the first novel, 'Not a marrying man'......you read it here first, remember:-
"Marjorie stepped out of the shower and admired her long, slim legs in the mirror.
It was Sunday and she had not attended Mass in months and so, she had decided to put on some of her best finery and go; after all, the unmarried Deacon Antonio was going to be in attendance and she had long harboured feelings of pent up passion for him, in spite of his acne problem and built up heels.
Quickly slipping into her flimsy top and flaired mini skirt she grabbed her handbag and made for the door, it wouldn't do to be late for Mass today.
She drove into the church car park and could not help noticing a tall, menacing figure in black at the foot of the church steps.
"Who could that be?" she wondered. "It's not one of our dear greeters"
Nimbly slipping out of the car she gaily approached the church entrance whereupon she was grasped firmly by one shoulder.
"Where do you think you are going dressed like that?" a voice hissed in her ear.
It was none other than Deacon Antonio.
"Antonio" exclaimed Marjorie. "Why are you handling me so roughly, you brute?"
Secretly Marjorie rather liked Antonio's firm, masculine approach, she had thought him somewhat limp wristed up until now.
"I've told you before" said the Deacon. "Don't call me Antonio, it's Reverend Mr Deacon if you don't mind"
"But Reverend Mr Deacon" gasped Marjorie throatily. "You have never spoken to me like that before"
"Things have changed" said Antonio, slightly relaxing his grip on her smooth, white shoulder, "We've got a new PP and he's a you know whatter"
"A you know whatter?" Marjories lisped. "Whatever do you mean Ant....Reverend Mr Deacon?".
"He's a Latinist" Antonio snarled. "And what is more he is celebrating a Latin Mass this morning. We are sunk".
"B-b-but" Marjorie stammered, "What does this mean?"
"It means" Said Antonio with heavy irony. "That you have to dress modestly for Mass and wear a mantilla"
Marjorie swooned and fell heavily against the deacon who propped her up on his broad, masculine chest.
"But where will I get some modest dresses from?" sobbed Marjorie, nestling into the rough, heavy tweed jacket of the man she secretly loved.
"You can borrow one of mine" said Antonio.
"You do know that I am gay don't you?"
To be continued.......
Apologies to M & B
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