Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation?
My name is Jesse Colter. I’m 32, a former SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, the small, sleepy town I grew up in. My childhood basically sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used me for his punchin’ bag—until I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he pretty much steered clear of me after that.
I never knew my Native American mother. She disappeared before I was outta diapers. My father always claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her one night in a drunken rage and disposed of her body.
I came to my author’s attention the day I rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from falling out of a tree. Actually, that’s not quite true. I came to her attention long before that. She just had to think about me for a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who rescued Sarah. She wanted us to have a happy ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to us. (Lol)
What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?
Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love. I met her the summer she was 13. I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up.
I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground. Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me! I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me.
She was this amazin’ combination of child and adult. She grew up rich, but her childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten. Just ignored. Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and nannies.
She was the first person who treated me like I really mattered, you know? The first person who ever really listened to me. She actually valued my opinion! She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite books just so she could have someone to discuss them with. She turned me into an avid reader, for which I’ll always be grateful.
When I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty and had filled out. Boy, had she filled out! God, she was so gorgeous and I knew I was in trouble. When I was at work, I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her.
But I was bad news. Six years older than her, a biker, and a Dom. And even though I suspected she was a natural submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin her life.
After all, she was rich, the daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats, while I was the bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town drunk. At that point, my life was a steamin’ pile of crap. What kind of a future could I possibly give her?
I didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every night in my dreams. I tried to stay away from her, but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a truck and goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me. Boy, were they pissed! Then, three years later, my cousin over-heard a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth birthday party and havin’ some “fun.” So I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to try and stop ’em.
I managed to keep the one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly did. I left town that night. Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to the only person who’d ever really mattered to me.
I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found myself the next mornin standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the Navy recruitment office. I enlisted that day. I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy, but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did, with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long years. It was a crappy thing to do because it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us. Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life makin’ it up to her. Because now that I have her, I can’t imagine ever livin’ without her.
What’s your greatest fear?
My greatest fear is losin’ Sarah. I already lost her once, that night I left town. It took me eight years to admit how much I needed her, and how wrong I’d been to leave her. I nearly lost her again when I introduced her to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and told her we wanted to share her in a D/s menage relationship.
Adam was already in love with her just from hearin’ me talk about her while we were servin’ with the SEALs over in Afghanistan. But I needn’t have worried. As soon as they met each other, the attraction was instantaneous. It was like…completin’ the circle. Then I almost lost her when her ex-fiance tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of her money.
Fortunately we got to her in time. Once the SOB who nearly raped her got out of prison, he kidnapped her and sold her to a slave trafficker. Nearly got away with it, too. Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her before she was flown out of the country beyond our reach.
What’s your motto in life?
No secrets. There must be open, honest communication at all times about everything. It’s the only way a D/s relationship, especially a menage, can survive and flourish.
How do the other characters in your book view you?
My best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle and integrity. We love and admire each other as friends, brothers, and, in Keeping Sarah, as lovers. Sarah, the love of my life, sees me as macho, bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying. Oops, I forgot sexy (lol). She also sees me as one of the two men who love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her from harm. The bad guys view me as their worst nightmare.
What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?
I’m sexy as hell (lol). Seriously. I am. I love fiercely and forever, and will fight to the death to protect those I cherish. I don’t suffer fools lightly and I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any women. Women are to be loved, revered, protected and treasured. With a few spankings, a little harmless torture and lots of orgasms thrown in just to spice things up a bit. I am, after all, a Dom. [Grins]
What was your happiest moment?
The first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up at me, beggin’ me to let her come…I knew I had found my joy. I knew I would spend the rest of my life wantin’ to make her scream with pleasure.
What trait in others do you find most deplorable?
Dishonesty and lack of respect
What is your favorite time of day?
First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I wake up with Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious. We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much we adore her.
Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to us. We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.
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EDITOR’S COMMENTS ON KEEPING SARAH
“I heartily enjoyed this book. It’s truly an erotic BDSM ménage epic, and it’s extremely well written. The locations are sweeping and exotic, the food is lusciously described, the sex scenes are plentiful and romantic and delightfully perverse. Pacing is breezy throughout, even though this is a fairly long novel, and the suspense plot keeps the reader wanting more. It’s excellent that the menage relationship features a lot of hot M/M scenes between Jesse and Adam, not to mention the pegging by Sarah. I can’t compliment Keeping Sarah highly enough.
Special mention should be made of the Sybian competition and slave auction scenes. These were both highly unique, beautifully written, disturbing, and felt like Sadean ceremonies. The Sybian competition had an exuberance and weirdness about it that was both comical and surreal. It showed great imagination. The slave auction was nightmarish—imagining this secret organization existing was very frightening. The poetic details were what really made it—the fact that the boy being auctioned was chubby and albino, the disturbing concept of “pony girls,” and the appearance of the sinister Mistress Diabolica. I loved it.”
Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for Kidstuff, a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.
For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource. She has also written other resource materials for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex. (y)
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