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Thank you all SOOOO much for all of your support. YOU. ROCK!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Welcome 2014 and goodbye 2013!

May your 2014 be so much better than your 2013. May you laugh more and love more. May you have more joy and happiness. May you make more friends. May your family expand. May you give more and receive more. May you change the world for the better and have your world changed for the better.

And in the words of one of my favorite country songs:

I hope you dance.

Happy New Year!


-Vicktor Alexander

-happy dancing-

THE END!!!! I just wrote The End! Dakota, book #1: The Sevion Brotherhood is finished! Woohoo!!!! Yes!!! And it's done before the end of the year!

#MissionAccomplished

Hey All!A number of you have written and asked me about my two series: Passion's Hero and Flip the Coin and when the next book will be written in them. Currently there are issues with the series that are preventing me from being able to continue them, but as soon as the issues are cleared up I will return to them. Trust me, no one wants me to get back to them more than I do (wait, does that make sense?). But believe me when I tell you that I have every intention of continuing them, I have detailed and outlined the entire series, and every book in both series so as soon as the issues have been sorted out I will return to them.
In other news, as far as the Wilgrin Chronicles go, the third book in that series will (hopefully) be releasing in 2014, as will Untouchable, the 7th book of the Tate Pack series, and a number of other books that I hope you all will enjoy.I hope you all have a great New Year's!
-Vicktor Alexander

I wrote a guest post for J.p. Barnaby! I'm so excited. It's all about an author's power, will and capacity to spark change. And of course, about Raising Shawna. Here's the link:

http://www.jpbarnaby.com/?p=1653

Go check it out and leave a comment!

Enjoy another WIP Excerpt from Dakota!


“As you all know, I called you all over here because Dakotavitch has found his sufletul pereche. From the information I have received from him, Arizona, Utah, Carolina, Michigan and Washington, his name is Nishon Moore, whose nickname is Nimo, he is a single father, with a three-year old son named, Isaiah, whose nickname is Zay. Isaiah is a forziq.”Dakota watched as his other brothers gasped and began talking frantically amongst themselves. He stood to his feet quickly and glared at them all. “I just want you all to know, that no one is going to harm one hair on my son’s head,” he told them.“But your sufletul pereche rejected you,” Arizona pointed out and though he didn’t sound as if he were teasing or mocking Dakota about that, the words were like acid across his wounded heart and Dakota hissed, grabbing his chest. His legs shook and the room began to spin.“Grab him!” Decebal’s words snapped out quickly and Dakota felt someone’s hands on him lowering him back down onto the couch.“What’s wrong with him?” Colorado asked. Colorado, One of Dakota’s biggest brothers. He was a General Practice doctor. Lived his life wearing nothing but jerseys and jeans, with long, curly black hair to the middle of his hair. Colorado was always traveling or going to the theater whenever he had some free time and trying to drag one of them along with him when he went. None of them liked to go with him though. Not because they were not as cultured but because inevitably when they went with him Colorado would meet up with some guy or girl, twins, triplets, quads, whomever, and would abandon his sibling or siblings to go off to have sex. Repeatedly. Once, when Dakota was fourteen, just a baby vampire, Colorado, one hundred years old, which was about twenty-four in the vampire world, convinced their parents to let him take Dakota to Miami for a week. They’d been there for two days, having fun at the beach and shopping when Colorado met up with this fraternity. He’d ordered pizza, wings, soda, bought movies and toys for Dakota and told him to stay in the hotel room and left with the frat boys for another two days. When he came back he’d regaled Dakota with tales about how he’d fucked his way across, around, up, down, in and out of the fraternity. Dakota told him about how he’d cried himself to sleep the first night and then how he’d called their parents that morning. Decebal and Adelina had arrived hours later and left Colorado in Miami, but had taken Dakota home. Dakota hadn’t talked to Colorado for weeks after and while their relationship was fine now, it was still a bit strained.“The mate bond between Dakota and Nishon began to form and strengthen a lot quicker than it would have for any of you because of Isaiah. It is to help make sure that the forziq has protection. Since Dakota was denied, the thirst is overtaking him much sooner. No doubt his sufletul pereche is suffering similar withdrawals,” Decebal told them.“So we need to get them together and quickly,” Michigan reasoned.Arizona interjected. “Or we need to kill the forziq.”Everyone stared at Arizona in shock and horror. Decebal walked over to Arizona and slapped him hard across the face. “Your mamă and I raised you better than that. We do not slaughter the innocent. We especially do not kill children and family is off-limits unless they have gone rogue.”“But Tată he is a forziq!” Arizona protested.“I don’t care if he is the diavol himself!” Decebal said, referring to the Romanian belief of the devil, the ultimate being of evil incarnate. “He is a child. He is your nephew. You will protect him with your life.” Decebal sighed and grabbed Arizona’s face in his hands. “Arizona, he is not Mihai. You must stop comparing all forziqs to the one who so viciously hurt you.”Arizona glared at their father before looking at them all and jerking his face out of Decebal’s hands he spun on his heel and turned to leave the room. Dakota winced as his front door slammed behind Arizona at looked over at his father surprised at the tears that filled his father’s eyes.“Tată?” he asked cautiously.Decebal shook his head. “Your brother is hurting, Dakotavitch. He fell in love when he served in the Marines, the man was a forziq and he badly hurt Arizona. I am afraid that the saying that hurt people, hurt people, is very true. As much as I would like to believe that my son would not hurt my grandson, I am not so sure.” 

Hey Everyone!

How's everyone's Sunday going so far? Mine is going well so far.

I have done a bit of thinking about things and decided to share my conclusions with you all.

Since I receive my royalties four times a year I have decided to focus on four charities next year:


St. Jude's Children's HospitalThe Trevor ProjectThe Trayvon Martin FoundationElton John AIDS Foundation
So a portion of my royalties will go to each of these charities next year as well as setting some aside for The Promise House. They are each so amazing and each touch on a different amazing cause that I support that I am really excited about getting involved with.
I've got my writing schedule set up for 2014, hopefully I'll be able to stick to it (fingers crossed) and I know that I'll be at RainbowCon in April down in Tampa, Florida and at GRL in Chicago, Illinois in October.
So I'm tentatively geared up for 2014, hopefully everything goes according to plan.

-Vicktor Alexander

OMFG!! Look what's available for early download at Totally Bound! My book The Perfect Mistake, book one of the Mistakes series.

https://www.totallybound.com/the-perf...

Enjoy another unedited WIP excerpt from Dakota!!!


“Daddy?” a small voice called from the bed and Nimo’s attention instantly turned to his son. He leapt from his chair and sat on the side of Isaiah’s bed. He took his son’s small hand in his own and swallowed back the tears that clogged his throat.
“Hey munchkin,” Nimo said, pasting a small smile on his face.
“I huwt,” Isaiah said.
“I bet you do,” Nimo said with a small chuckle. “You hit your head pretty hard on Miss Norma’s desk. What were you doing?”
Isaiah’s eyes opened and Nimo smiled into the hazel gaze that were arched just like his own but looked absolutely nothing like his. Isaiah’s bows lowered as if he were trying to remember and he lifted a hand to rub his forehead, which Nimo captured and lowered back to the bed. It was a nervous gesture that Isaiah had picked up from Nimo and usually Nimo thought it was cute but with the bandage on his head, Nimo didn’t want Isaiah rubbing it and freaking his forehead.
“Wunning,” Isaiah said.
“Why were you running?” Nimo asked.
Isaiah shrugged, playing with Nimo’s fingers, refusing to look at his father.
“Zay,” Nimo said sternly.
Isaiah sighed as if his father were so tiresome and looked up. “Because Tewwy was a vampiyuh and he was biting the othuh kids and making them into zombies and I didn’t want to be one.”
Nimo sighed and shook his head, he should have known it had something to do with vampires.
“Well that’s certainly interesting,” a voice, deep as a bass guitar, smooth as silk, and sexy as sin said from the doorway and Nimo felt a shiver work its way over his entire body. He knew that voice. Had been bathing in its audio for over an hour and replaying it in his mind as he waited for his son to awaken for the last half hour. It was the sexy Dr. Dakota Sevion. The most gorgeous man to walk the face of the Earth. Ever. In history. And Nimo should know, he taught mythology, and he’d just spent the last half hour checking pictures online and no one came close.
Taking a deep breath Nimo turned with a smile for the doctor and felt all the breath rush out of his chest. He’d been expecting the doctor to be in his “doctor” clothes, as he’d been before: scrubs, and a white coat, all of which clung to his large, muscled frame. Instead, Dr. Dakota Sevion or “Doctor Do-Me” as Nimo thought of him in his mind, was wearing a pair of jeans, Doc Martens, a royal blue polo shirt that looked as if it were about to burst at the seams around his muscles, with the wisps of his chest hair peaking up from between the opening of the shirt, a leather jacket hooked over his finger, and held over shoulder. He was leaning against the doorway of Isaiah’s room and in that moment Nimo found himself wishing, if only for a moment, that Isaiah was either not there, or still asleep, so that he could climb the good doctor like a monkey.
Solid parenting there, Nimo.
“H-hu-hello, Doctor Sevion,” Nimo said with a smile.
“Hello Mr. Moore,” Doctor Sevion said with an answering grin in his direction.
“Daddy,” Isaiah whispered.
Nimo turned to look at Isaiah and noticed his wide-eyed gaze as he stared at Dr. Sevion and realized that his son had never seen anyone quite so big before. Nimo was surrounded by professors. Nerds, geeks, dweebs of the highest caliber. All of his friends that were in constant contact with Isaiah were either academics at the university, computer programmers, scientists, or researchers. They did have one fashion designer and one chef in their little group, but they were exceptions, not the rule. Isaiah was probably frightened, because besides on television and in movies, he’d never really seen a real-life… well, superhero.
Nimo leaned down and whispered, “He’s not really Superman or Thor or Hulk or any of the other superheroes, baby.”
Nimo turned to glare at the doctor when he heard the choked laughter from the doorway and realized he must not have been as quiet as he thought.
Isaiah shook his head. “I know that Daddy. He’s a vampiyuh.”
Nimo turned to look at the doctor and noticed that he’d grown extremely still. He turned to look back at Isaiah and shook his head. “No honey. We talked about this. First of all, I told you that vampires aren’t real and then I said if they were, how would you be able to tell that they were?”
Isaiah’s eyebrows lowered and then cleared. He lifted his hands and began counting them off. “They can’t walk in the sunlight. They are vewy skinny. They are vewy pale. They have weally long hayuh like that actuh you like in that movie.”
“Brad Pitt?” Doctor Sevion asked.
Nimo scrunched his nose in distaste and shook his head. “No. Too blond. Antonio Banderas. I like my men with some color.” He immediately looked away from Doctor Sevion when the man grinned and quirked an eyebrow. He looked back at Isaiah. “And what else, honey?”
“They have shawp fangs,” Isaiah continued counting. “They tuwn into bats. They sleep in coffins and live in Wo-Wo-“
“Romania,” Nimo supplied.
Isaiah nodded. “Thank you Daddy.”
“You’re welcome baby,” Nimo said with a smile. “So see? Doctor Sevion doesn’t meet any of the criteria, so he can’t be a vampire.”
“But he is Daddy! He is!” Isaiah protested.
“Why do you think I’m a vampire?” Doctor Sevion asked with a friendly smile.
“Because I can see it!” Isaiah said with a defiant lift of his chin. “I see vampires. You awe one and so awe the thwee men standing behind you.”
Nimo looked and noticed three equally large men, who all looked just like Dr. Dakota Sevion, standing directly behind him, all looking at Isaiah with looks of shock on their faces. Nimo wanted to laugh it all off and tell them that his son just had a wild imagination but then one of them, taller and bigger than even Dr. Dakota, and who looked as if he ate rabbits for breakfast, just for the hell of it stepped forward and crossed his arms.
“So what the fuck are we going to do about this?”