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October 24, 2013
Write On The Edge
Public floggings, naughty GRL swag, writing characters that may or may not be stereotypical, and writing about a blowjob before Grandma's 73rd birthday party.... you can hear all that and more on the latest episode of Write On the Edge with guest author JA Rock.
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Current Standings for NaNoWriMo Contest
Groom of Convenience: 11Dakota: 9Clint's Alpha: 4Inner Beauty: 2Lenny's Aussie: 1
-Current Standings for Help Me Choose My NaNoWriMo Story Contest.
Keep sending in your votes. Voting ends on the 30th!
-Current Standings for Help Me Choose My NaNoWriMo Story Contest.
Keep sending in your votes. Voting ends on the 30th!
October 23, 2013
Help Me Choose for NaNoWriMo
Hey Vicksters!
So I decided to do NaNoWriMo this year (yay!), but of course with my brain I can't choose which story to write (boo!). But that's where YOU all come in (applause!).
I'm going to post up the five stories/blurbs/ideas that I'm trying to choose between and you all have until October 30th to choose which one you want me to work on (I should hopefully have "The Beginning" done by then). These are not the official blurbs, just what I wrote down so that I could know what idea I was going for.
So here they are:
Groom of Convenience
In an alternate universe, in the year of His Royal Majesty, 1814, men and women lived lives of culture and class. The wealthiest of families attended dinners, banquets and balls. Gentlemen went to Remmington’s, a gentlemen’s club to wile away their time boxing, drinking, betting, playing cards and discussing mergers through marriages and business partnerships. Ladies of the gentry spent their days embroidering, playing cards, shopping, tending to their children, and going for carriage rides in the park.
It was a time of courtships, debutante balls, marriages of convenience, titles, wealth, and honor. Where proper behavior and a good family name could make for a good marital match and an entire family ruined by scandal.
However, gender lines are blurred in this universe, for both males and females could be lords, dukes, earls, baronets, marquis or viscounts and both males and females could be considered ladies, duchesses, countesses, baronesses, marchionesses, or viscountesses. Everyone wants to make a good match to continue their family line and children are born to either male or female which has led to the acceptance of many same-sex marriages.
Lord Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is the only son of Earl Annabelle and Countess Rosemary Hawthorne. Having grown up surrounded by his four sisters, he’s anxious to one day be out on his own. To find adventure and to maybe find love. He is shocked, disappointed and angry when his mothers come to tell him one day that he has been betrothed to a duke, a man twenty years older than Lucien, with vast holdings and considerable wealth. A man who is feared by all because of the scar on his face he sustained during the war and his self-imposed isolation. A man who is known only as “The Duke,” Duke Heathcliff Eddington, III.
Heathcliff finally gives in to his mother and father’s constant nagging and makes an arrangement for a marriage of convenience. Though his father would have preferred that Heathcliff had chosen a female, he relents when Heathcliff chooses to tie himself to Lucien Hawthorne, the beloved son of the Hawthorne family, one of the most respected in the country. Heathcliff has no delusions that his match will be one of affection. He prepares himself to marry Lucien, have an heir and two spares as soon as possible and then to set out to find the love of his life. When he goes to Remmington’s one night, however, he throws caution to the wind and sleeps with the beautiful young man drowning his sorrows at the bar.
Heathcliff begins to correspond via letters left at the bar with the bartender with the young man known to him only as “Timmy” and soon finds himself falling in love. He makes up his mind to run away with Timmy and prepares to do just that when he finally meets his betrothed, Lucien, who is also his beloved Timmy, but Lucien has a secret one that requires them to make haste in their nuptials, and though both men desired a marriage of love, they’ll quickly find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love if given the right circumstance.
Inner Beauty: Unconventional Matings: 1
Patrick is leaving Walmart late one night when he hears the sound of someone being beat up. He rushes over and smells blood, and not just any blood but the blood of his mate. He rushes over and fights off the group of men. He lifts his unconscious, overweight mate into his arms and takes him home. He waits for his mate to awaken and when he does Patrick is forced to try and keep the other man there when he tries to run away. Patrick tells Donnell that he’s his mate and Donnell accuses Patrick of only wanting to be with him because of that reason. Donnell leaves and Patrick is forced to woo his own mate, which subjects him to teasing by his friends and older brothers. Donnell is not only freaked out about the whole wolf shifter thing but about the fact that Patrick is so attractive and seems to want him. Patrick must convince Donnell that he wants him, in spite of the "mating chemical attraction," while simultaneously keeping him safe from the vampires who are determined to not only rule the world but to kill every wolf shifter in existence and those who stand with them. When Donnell is kidnapped, Patrick must rescue his new mate even if he loses his life in the process.
Clint's Alpha
Alpha wolf shifter, Isaac Green, who is a father of two, Joseph and Karen, meets his mate, Clint Lockhart when he takes his kids to have their pictures taken for a family portrait and since all pack children are home-schooled, he has extras made. He decides to court Clint. They have sex and Isaac almost mates Clint, he stops himself in time and decides to reveal himself to his mate. Clint has a bad reaction and runs away when Isaac reveals that he’s a shifter days later. Clint leaves town and Isaac goes into a downward spiral, he’s only ever calm and rational around his children, his Beta, Brian Prater, and his enforcers, twins, Liam and Leon Thatcher. Clint is haunted by thoughts and dreams of Isaac and can’t eat and barely sleeps, he finally flies back home and finds Isaac trapped in his animal form. He must talk Isaac into shifting back into human form but if he does so he knows that he will not only be taking on the role of an Alpha mate but of a stepfather and that scares him because Clint can barely take care of himself.
Dakota: The Sevion Brotherhood: 1
Dakota Sevion loves his life. He’s the Chief of Surgery at Gelreen Memorial Hospital in Loweston, Mississippi, he hangs out with his brothers every weekend, and since he works at the hospital he has unlimited access to blood. As an unmated vampire, it’s the best thing Dakota could have hoped for. While he longs for a mate and a family of his own, at two hundred and eighty six years old, Dakota has resigned himself to a life of one-night stands. Then he switches shifts with another doctor and his whole world changes.Nishan “Nimo” Moore is a professor of mythology at Loweston University who is still trying to find his footing as a single father, three years after having his son left on the doorstep of his apartment and three years after being disowned by his parents. He rushes to the hospital one day when he receives word that his son, Isaiah, has been hurt at daycare. While standing at his son’s bedside, Nimo looks up and finds himself staring into the gunmetal gray eyes of Dr. Dakota Sevion.Dakota is pulled into the hospital room by his newly forming mate bond with the gorgeous single father and knows that he only has two weeks to complete it or he will die from starvation. But what will he do when Nimo doesn’t react well to the news that Dakota is a vampire? And what about when someone from Nimo’s past comes to kill him? Will this mating last or will is break under the strain of a inter-species pairing?
Lenny's Aussie: Judah's Fire On Tour: 1
Judah's Fire is the hottest rock band in the world. Everyone knows them and everyone loves them. The world is their oyster. Parties, the greatest hotels, guest appearances on television shows, billions of screaming fans, each member has multiple homes, and even the stalkers let them know that they have truly made it, not to mention the dozens of Grammys they've won. But when the last note fades away, these seven men are lonely. All of them are single, in spite of the number of men and women who throw themselves at them, even sneaking into their beds at night, and they're finally sick of it. When Judah, the group's leader, challenges the group to find love while on their worldwide tour-From America, to Europe, to the Caribbean, to Australia, to Canada, and even to Asia, the guys are skeptical but soon agree to the terms. What they could have never anticipated was just who they would end up meeting and falling for.Lenny Tolen, the group's drummer, is used to being overlooked. He's not the lead singer, he's a backup, and he doesn't play guitar. So when the group arrives in Australia for the first leg of the tour, Lenny is surprised when he is not only approached, but pursued, by the hottest man he's ever seen in his life.Peyton Brady is a proud Judahite. He has bought every album the group has ever put out, follows them on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, reads their blog and goes onto their website at least four times a day. But he's not a stalker. No, he's hopelessly in love with Lenny, the drummer. So when Judah's Fire shows up in his country, Peyton takes a vacation from his job and travels over to Sydney to see all three shows and to finally, finally meet his crush. But when Peyton discovers that there's more to Lenny than just being a drummer, his celebrity crush turns into something more.But the band must move on, they can't stay in Australia forever, so when push comes to shove will Lenny let Peyton go and return to a life of being the background in Judah's Fire or will he finally make a stand and go after what he wants?
There you have it you guys, the five stories I'm trying to choose between. Go ahead and leave me a comment letting me know which one you think I should work on. I'll have a surprise for those who choose the story I write.
-Vicktor Alexander
So I decided to do NaNoWriMo this year (yay!), but of course with my brain I can't choose which story to write (boo!). But that's where YOU all come in (applause!).
I'm going to post up the five stories/blurbs/ideas that I'm trying to choose between and you all have until October 30th to choose which one you want me to work on (I should hopefully have "The Beginning" done by then). These are not the official blurbs, just what I wrote down so that I could know what idea I was going for.
So here they are:
Groom of Convenience
In an alternate universe, in the year of His Royal Majesty, 1814, men and women lived lives of culture and class. The wealthiest of families attended dinners, banquets and balls. Gentlemen went to Remmington’s, a gentlemen’s club to wile away their time boxing, drinking, betting, playing cards and discussing mergers through marriages and business partnerships. Ladies of the gentry spent their days embroidering, playing cards, shopping, tending to their children, and going for carriage rides in the park.
It was a time of courtships, debutante balls, marriages of convenience, titles, wealth, and honor. Where proper behavior and a good family name could make for a good marital match and an entire family ruined by scandal.
However, gender lines are blurred in this universe, for both males and females could be lords, dukes, earls, baronets, marquis or viscounts and both males and females could be considered ladies, duchesses, countesses, baronesses, marchionesses, or viscountesses. Everyone wants to make a good match to continue their family line and children are born to either male or female which has led to the acceptance of many same-sex marriages.
Lord Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is the only son of Earl Annabelle and Countess Rosemary Hawthorne. Having grown up surrounded by his four sisters, he’s anxious to one day be out on his own. To find adventure and to maybe find love. He is shocked, disappointed and angry when his mothers come to tell him one day that he has been betrothed to a duke, a man twenty years older than Lucien, with vast holdings and considerable wealth. A man who is feared by all because of the scar on his face he sustained during the war and his self-imposed isolation. A man who is known only as “The Duke,” Duke Heathcliff Eddington, III.
Heathcliff finally gives in to his mother and father’s constant nagging and makes an arrangement for a marriage of convenience. Though his father would have preferred that Heathcliff had chosen a female, he relents when Heathcliff chooses to tie himself to Lucien Hawthorne, the beloved son of the Hawthorne family, one of the most respected in the country. Heathcliff has no delusions that his match will be one of affection. He prepares himself to marry Lucien, have an heir and two spares as soon as possible and then to set out to find the love of his life. When he goes to Remmington’s one night, however, he throws caution to the wind and sleeps with the beautiful young man drowning his sorrows at the bar.
Heathcliff begins to correspond via letters left at the bar with the bartender with the young man known to him only as “Timmy” and soon finds himself falling in love. He makes up his mind to run away with Timmy and prepares to do just that when he finally meets his betrothed, Lucien, who is also his beloved Timmy, but Lucien has a secret one that requires them to make haste in their nuptials, and though both men desired a marriage of love, they’ll quickly find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love if given the right circumstance.
Inner Beauty: Unconventional Matings: 1
Patrick is leaving Walmart late one night when he hears the sound of someone being beat up. He rushes over and smells blood, and not just any blood but the blood of his mate. He rushes over and fights off the group of men. He lifts his unconscious, overweight mate into his arms and takes him home. He waits for his mate to awaken and when he does Patrick is forced to try and keep the other man there when he tries to run away. Patrick tells Donnell that he’s his mate and Donnell accuses Patrick of only wanting to be with him because of that reason. Donnell leaves and Patrick is forced to woo his own mate, which subjects him to teasing by his friends and older brothers. Donnell is not only freaked out about the whole wolf shifter thing but about the fact that Patrick is so attractive and seems to want him. Patrick must convince Donnell that he wants him, in spite of the "mating chemical attraction," while simultaneously keeping him safe from the vampires who are determined to not only rule the world but to kill every wolf shifter in existence and those who stand with them. When Donnell is kidnapped, Patrick must rescue his new mate even if he loses his life in the process.
Clint's Alpha
Alpha wolf shifter, Isaac Green, who is a father of two, Joseph and Karen, meets his mate, Clint Lockhart when he takes his kids to have their pictures taken for a family portrait and since all pack children are home-schooled, he has extras made. He decides to court Clint. They have sex and Isaac almost mates Clint, he stops himself in time and decides to reveal himself to his mate. Clint has a bad reaction and runs away when Isaac reveals that he’s a shifter days later. Clint leaves town and Isaac goes into a downward spiral, he’s only ever calm and rational around his children, his Beta, Brian Prater, and his enforcers, twins, Liam and Leon Thatcher. Clint is haunted by thoughts and dreams of Isaac and can’t eat and barely sleeps, he finally flies back home and finds Isaac trapped in his animal form. He must talk Isaac into shifting back into human form but if he does so he knows that he will not only be taking on the role of an Alpha mate but of a stepfather and that scares him because Clint can barely take care of himself.
Dakota: The Sevion Brotherhood: 1
Dakota Sevion loves his life. He’s the Chief of Surgery at Gelreen Memorial Hospital in Loweston, Mississippi, he hangs out with his brothers every weekend, and since he works at the hospital he has unlimited access to blood. As an unmated vampire, it’s the best thing Dakota could have hoped for. While he longs for a mate and a family of his own, at two hundred and eighty six years old, Dakota has resigned himself to a life of one-night stands. Then he switches shifts with another doctor and his whole world changes.Nishan “Nimo” Moore is a professor of mythology at Loweston University who is still trying to find his footing as a single father, three years after having his son left on the doorstep of his apartment and three years after being disowned by his parents. He rushes to the hospital one day when he receives word that his son, Isaiah, has been hurt at daycare. While standing at his son’s bedside, Nimo looks up and finds himself staring into the gunmetal gray eyes of Dr. Dakota Sevion.Dakota is pulled into the hospital room by his newly forming mate bond with the gorgeous single father and knows that he only has two weeks to complete it or he will die from starvation. But what will he do when Nimo doesn’t react well to the news that Dakota is a vampire? And what about when someone from Nimo’s past comes to kill him? Will this mating last or will is break under the strain of a inter-species pairing?
Lenny's Aussie: Judah's Fire On Tour: 1
Judah's Fire is the hottest rock band in the world. Everyone knows them and everyone loves them. The world is their oyster. Parties, the greatest hotels, guest appearances on television shows, billions of screaming fans, each member has multiple homes, and even the stalkers let them know that they have truly made it, not to mention the dozens of Grammys they've won. But when the last note fades away, these seven men are lonely. All of them are single, in spite of the number of men and women who throw themselves at them, even sneaking into their beds at night, and they're finally sick of it. When Judah, the group's leader, challenges the group to find love while on their worldwide tour-From America, to Europe, to the Caribbean, to Australia, to Canada, and even to Asia, the guys are skeptical but soon agree to the terms. What they could have never anticipated was just who they would end up meeting and falling for.Lenny Tolen, the group's drummer, is used to being overlooked. He's not the lead singer, he's a backup, and he doesn't play guitar. So when the group arrives in Australia for the first leg of the tour, Lenny is surprised when he is not only approached, but pursued, by the hottest man he's ever seen in his life.Peyton Brady is a proud Judahite. He has bought every album the group has ever put out, follows them on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, reads their blog and goes onto their website at least four times a day. But he's not a stalker. No, he's hopelessly in love with Lenny, the drummer. So when Judah's Fire shows up in his country, Peyton takes a vacation from his job and travels over to Sydney to see all three shows and to finally, finally meet his crush. But when Peyton discovers that there's more to Lenny than just being a drummer, his celebrity crush turns into something more.But the band must move on, they can't stay in Australia forever, so when push comes to shove will Lenny let Peyton go and return to a life of being the background in Judah's Fire or will he finally make a stand and go after what he wants?
There you have it you guys, the five stories I'm trying to choose between. Go ahead and leave me a comment letting me know which one you think I should work on. I'll have a surprise for those who choose the story I write.
-Vicktor Alexander
Write On the Edge Tomorrow night!
Mychael Black will be my cohost tomorrow night and our guest is: JA Rock!
So make sure you have your liquor and your shot glasses ready because tomorrow night we're going to the EDGE!
So make sure you have your liquor and your shot glasses ready because tomorrow night we're going to the EDGE!
October 21, 2013
Coming Soon!
I'm turning 30 next month (Nov. 16th) and I asked some author friends to help me celebrate. I'll have a list of everyone at the beginning of November for you. They are either writing flash fiction pieces, blog posts about birthdays, giving away free eBooks or making a donation to one of my favorite charities (some are doing it all)!
Until I announce them all, enjoy the banner:
Until I announce them all, enjoy the banner:
October 5, 2013
Quitting
I am not a quitter.
I've never been one who just quits without thinking about it and having no other option but to walk away. I'd much rather be kicked out than to walk off and find out that I could have stayed around.
I'm also not very emotional or sensitive.
I've been through way too much in my life to be mired down in emotions. You can't go through the hell I've gone through and be emotionally sensitive. And I've endured a lot. The end of an eleven year friendship over a guy who wanted to have both me and my friend at the same time so he lied on the both of us to each other. I've survived hell, gossip, lies, criminal activity I've done and that I've had done to me, I've survived losing my family and I've survived getting them back, I've survived medical problems, losing people I thought cared about me, finding out that some people just are not trustworthy no matter how "nice" they seem, I've survived heartache, heartbreak, and everything in between.
But for the last two weeks I've thought seriously about quitting.
No, not quitting life, quitting writing.
I really got sick of the pettiness, the lying, the gossiping, backstabbing, the negativity, and the "clique" mentality. It weighed heavily on my soul. I couldn't take it. Not the two-faced behavior or the superior attitudes. I couldn't write because every time I sat down to do so I was bombarded with tweets, Facebook statuses, blog posts, reviews, etc. not necessarily about me but about other people, other authors, bloggers, reviewers, readers... I have teased with other authors about having graduated from high school over 12 years ago but it's not a joke. I didn't want to deal with it.
I've learned the beauty of forgiveness, second chances, and moving past a hurtful incident just in dealing with friends and family over the past few years but how do you handle an environment that's constantly toxic?
My thought for a week and a half was to leave it. Walk away and never look back. That's what I was gonna do. This was gonna be my last year as an author. I was going to shut down everything and just turn to something else to do with my life.
Then, while talking to an aspiring author who is a friend of mine, who really just encouraged me, I realized that the best way to try and handle a toxic environment is to take your medication to build up your immune system and then go into that toxic environment and change it from the inside out.
So, I didn't tell anyone besides those who needed to know that I was thinking of quitting, but the encouragement I got from those who didn't know was just as refreshing and beautiful as the encouragement from those who did know.
So, while my soul is still battered, and my spirit is still bruised and my heart is still a little broken I have decided not to quit writing.
Thank you to those of you who have supported me tirelessly and unconditionally. Thank you to those of you who encourage me daily, weekly, monthly, or even yearly. And for those of you who have decided to stick by me after either having to forgive me or having to ask for my forgiveness, thank you.
And to every author, blogger, reviewer, and reader who has thought, is thinking, or will ever think about quitting this genre because of all the nonsense and negativity, remember that there are just a few bad apples, but the whole bunch isn't bad. We have to stop walking away and taking away the goodness because of the badness out there. If anything, we need to stand together more and make that light shine brighter.
I hope you all have a great weekend!
-Vicktor Alexander
I've never been one who just quits without thinking about it and having no other option but to walk away. I'd much rather be kicked out than to walk off and find out that I could have stayed around.
I'm also not very emotional or sensitive.
I've been through way too much in my life to be mired down in emotions. You can't go through the hell I've gone through and be emotionally sensitive. And I've endured a lot. The end of an eleven year friendship over a guy who wanted to have both me and my friend at the same time so he lied on the both of us to each other. I've survived hell, gossip, lies, criminal activity I've done and that I've had done to me, I've survived losing my family and I've survived getting them back, I've survived medical problems, losing people I thought cared about me, finding out that some people just are not trustworthy no matter how "nice" they seem, I've survived heartache, heartbreak, and everything in between.
But for the last two weeks I've thought seriously about quitting.
No, not quitting life, quitting writing.
I really got sick of the pettiness, the lying, the gossiping, backstabbing, the negativity, and the "clique" mentality. It weighed heavily on my soul. I couldn't take it. Not the two-faced behavior or the superior attitudes. I couldn't write because every time I sat down to do so I was bombarded with tweets, Facebook statuses, blog posts, reviews, etc. not necessarily about me but about other people, other authors, bloggers, reviewers, readers... I have teased with other authors about having graduated from high school over 12 years ago but it's not a joke. I didn't want to deal with it.
I've learned the beauty of forgiveness, second chances, and moving past a hurtful incident just in dealing with friends and family over the past few years but how do you handle an environment that's constantly toxic?
My thought for a week and a half was to leave it. Walk away and never look back. That's what I was gonna do. This was gonna be my last year as an author. I was going to shut down everything and just turn to something else to do with my life.
Then, while talking to an aspiring author who is a friend of mine, who really just encouraged me, I realized that the best way to try and handle a toxic environment is to take your medication to build up your immune system and then go into that toxic environment and change it from the inside out.
So, I didn't tell anyone besides those who needed to know that I was thinking of quitting, but the encouragement I got from those who didn't know was just as refreshing and beautiful as the encouragement from those who did know.
So, while my soul is still battered, and my spirit is still bruised and my heart is still a little broken I have decided not to quit writing.
Thank you to those of you who have supported me tirelessly and unconditionally. Thank you to those of you who encourage me daily, weekly, monthly, or even yearly. And for those of you who have decided to stick by me after either having to forgive me or having to ask for my forgiveness, thank you.
And to every author, blogger, reviewer, and reader who has thought, is thinking, or will ever think about quitting this genre because of all the nonsense and negativity, remember that there are just a few bad apples, but the whole bunch isn't bad. We have to stop walking away and taking away the goodness because of the badness out there. If anything, we need to stand together more and make that light shine brighter.
I hope you all have a great weekend!
-Vicktor Alexander
September 24, 2013
Raising Shawna
Raising Shawna has been contracted by Rooster & Pig Publishing with an expected release date of November 15th!!
Yay!!!
Yay!!!
September 20, 2013
Cover Art Reveal
I got the cover for my upcoming book The Perfect Mistake, book one in my Mistakes series from TeB releasing soon! W00t!
September 12, 2013
Share Your Muse Blog Hop
I was extremely honored when Iyanna invited me to take part of the "Share Your Muse" blog hop for a number of reasons.
1) I LOVE blog hops
2) It gives me a chance to give away free stuff
3) I get to share a few excerpts
4) And I get to talk about my two favorite people: Angel and Justin.
Because it's me and I don't just have one muse. I have two. My two best friends from high school: Angel and Justin. Angel who is still alive and available to annoy the hell out of me (which he does on a regular basis) and Justin who unfortunately passed away from AIDS three years ago.
I met Angel my freshman year of high school in our Fashion Design class. He immediately wanted to give me a makeover and told me that if we were going to be best friends then I had to look better. I let him give me a makeover, teach me about being gay, and then years later I let him be my biggest cheerleader when I came out.
Angel is a beautiful Puerto Rican man and while I won't ever share pictures of my family and friends without their express permission, and maybe not even then, I have gotten my sister to find a picture of someone who looks just like him.
So whenever you're reading one of my books and there's some twink, tiny guy, or a spitfire, know that it's based on Angel. He's the one that I tend to run my ideas by whenever I get the idea for a new story (which is like every day), so you can thank him for me having 300+ WIPs.
When I wrote my first gay story, I was in high school and Angel and Justin were the main characters. They laughed at the sex scenes (I used "manstick" a lot and no lube) but liked the story, from there on out I would write something every year for them to read and enjoy. Tommy is a mixture of Angel and my friend Richard who are both fabulous men.
But those burly, muscled, Alpha men? Well they're a mix of me and Justin. He wasn't an alpha, that part is all me, but the muscled, beautiful part? That's all Justin. Every character that can sing or dance is based on Justin. It's his voice that I hear whispering to me at times while I'm writing. His voice telling me that I can do it when I want to give up writing or want to quit a story. It's his laugh I hear when I write a funny part and he's the one who cries with me when I write a heartbreaking scene.
Justin is the one who I'd always seen myself with. No, not romantically, at least not completely, but I saw us spending our lives together. Christopher was the love of my life, Justin was my soul mate. So when I write about mates, love, finding the one meant for you, it's Justin's heart that is leading me.
So while I have my two muses none of that would be complete if I didn't have something, a goal, to work towards. That goal? Italy.
Angel, Justin and I had always planned on going to Italy one day because it's my favorite place in the world, equal only to Boston and Justin has family there (and Angel swears he would be able to fit in). So even though Justin is no longer with us, I write with that goal in mind that I have to get to Italy some day.
Justin is my muse for the love, soul mate part of my books, Angel is my muse for the sex and twinks, and Italy is my muse that helps me to stay focused. Of course it's how I will be able to make a difference in the world that is my muse that keeps me writing.
So I hear the beautiful voices of Angel and Justin in my mind, pushing me in every story to make it better than the one before. To learn from mistakes. To ignore haters and not let bad reviews make me give up. To ignore gossip and lies. To keep writing because I have something to work towards. Changing the world, a family, providing for my daughter, and Italy.
I think I probably have the greatest muses in the world.
Here's an excerpt from Chain Me which is out now and is an ARe and Bookstrand bestseller.
“Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. Travis trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan, his cock still pressed deliciously against his zipper. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass.
Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, the vibration of it hitting the club floor after bouncing off the back of his shoes made him shiver, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for.
He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, for the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them.
“God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a whoosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again.
“I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor.
“Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded.
Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.”
His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair followed him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word.
When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis and Etan groaned. Travis could almost feel Etan’s vibrate through his back.
“You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said.
“W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat.
“Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Reidel here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said.
Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it.
“We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick.
“Prove it,” the stranger said.
Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and pulled the man’s cock deep into his mouth.
Here's an excerpt from my current WIP: The Beginning.
“What happened?” Benjamin asked softly.
“Idiot, you’re whispering in a room full of paranormals, magicks, and supernatruals. You might as well have shouted that,” a Hispanic man, who smelled of witch said with a sneer.
“Oh yeah,” Benjamin replied and then groaned when he realized what he’d said.
“He meant no disrespect, his brain has just taken a vacation since we’ve been on the run,” Cole tried to explain.
Ryland waved a hand and laughed. “It’s fine, people always think that about us,” his gaze grew very intense and Cole shivered at the light of danger that seemed to flicker in the small man’s eyes, even though the look was directed at Benjamin. “But they’d be wrong. I’m the top, the Alpha, the dominant in this relationship. I’m Master both in and out of the bedroom.” He grinned and snapped his fingers, Kareen instantly went to his knees behind Ryland and Ryland walked over to him and buried his fingers in the black man’s tight, black curls. “Kareen, who is your Master?” he asked.
Cole was amazed when Kareen shivered at the tone of Ryland’s voice, the smell of lust rose heavy and thick in the air, causing Cole’s own dick to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. Gods, he wanted to grab Ronny, bend him over the table and fuck him six ways from Sunday.
“You are my Master,” Kareen said and everyone in the room inhaled deeply and groaned.
Ryland smirked. “Oh, did I forget to mention that Kareen is also an empath witch? So he can either feel what you feel and erase it or make you feel what he feels. It’s quite handy,” he said. He leaned down and kissed Kareen passionately and Cole jerked back in his seat, it felt like he was being kissed and without thought, he grabbed Ronny up from his chair and quickly pulled the other man’s sweatpants down his legs, before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He might have felt embarrassed if everyone else in the room weren’t in their own state of sexual frenzy. Cole couldn’t pay attention to the men jerking off, or the women who were shoving fingers in their own pussies, or the men fucking each other, or the women licking each other’s privates. He didn’t even care that Benjamin was having sex with some strange man up against the wall, all he cared about was getting Ronny’s tight hole wrapped around his cock.
“This is going to be fast, Danish,” he growled in a low voice and bent Ronny over the table just as he’d been imagining only moments before and spread Ronny’s cheeks apart, before swiping his tongue over Ronny’s tight pucker. The musky taste of his mate filled Cole’s mouth and he growled before burying his tongue deep into Ronny’s channel. He waited only a moment, flicking his tongue deep within Ronny’s entrance, knowing by Ronny’s keening cries that the sandpapery feel of his tongue was driving the other man’s lust up to unprecedented heights. Unable to wait any longer, the lust and passion heating up his skin and causing his body to expand as his lion fought to get out, Cole shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees and put the head of his leaking cock against Ronny’s hole. With a firm press, Cole sheathed himself completely within the hot, velvety confines of his mate’s body.
“HOLY FUCK,” Ronny yelled and started scraping his nails on the table looking for something to hold on to. Cole set up a punishing pace, spitting on his cock to keep it lubed and slick as he continued to drive his cock in and out of Ronny’s ass.
The heat rose to an unbearable level and Cole felt as if he were going to melt where he stood, and then there it was. That tingle, that was more like an earthquake, at the base of his spine, rushed up to his head and exploded through every orifice, limb, nerve and blood cell. Letting out a loud roar, Cole leaned forward and buried his fangs in Ronny’s neck, tasting his mate’s orgasm in his blood. Starbursts exploded behind Cole’s eyelids and his hands gripped Ronny’s hips in an unyielding grip as he drank down the other man’s blood. When he felt their bond blaze brightly, Cole gently withdrew his fangs from Ronny’s neck, licking the wounds closed. The heat that had been burning within him only moments before had dulled to just a mild simmer and Cole hissed as he withdrew himself from Ronny’s entrance. Looking down he growled with satisfaction as he saw Ronny’s hole gaping wide and leaking Cole’s cum from within. Without thought he knelt behind his mate and swiped his tongue over the man’s retracting rectum, licking up his own fluids.
Ronny trembled above him and after cleaning his mate both front and back, Cole helped Ronny to right his clothes before helping him to sit back down in his seat, grimacing when he saw Ronny wince when his ass made contact with the cushioned seat. Cole quickly pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans over his now wet but softened cock and zipped up his pants before buttoning them. He sat down in his seat and noticed that everyone else was doing the same thing.
“Holy. Shit,” Benjamin breathed and Cole watched as his best friend walked on trembling legs back over to his seat to sit down. “That has never happened before.”
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1) I LOVE blog hops
2) It gives me a chance to give away free stuff
3) I get to share a few excerpts
4) And I get to talk about my two favorite people: Angel and Justin.
Because it's me and I don't just have one muse. I have two. My two best friends from high school: Angel and Justin. Angel who is still alive and available to annoy the hell out of me (which he does on a regular basis) and Justin who unfortunately passed away from AIDS three years ago.
I met Angel my freshman year of high school in our Fashion Design class. He immediately wanted to give me a makeover and told me that if we were going to be best friends then I had to look better. I let him give me a makeover, teach me about being gay, and then years later I let him be my biggest cheerleader when I came out.
Angel is a beautiful Puerto Rican man and while I won't ever share pictures of my family and friends without their express permission, and maybe not even then, I have gotten my sister to find a picture of someone who looks just like him.
So whenever you're reading one of my books and there's some twink, tiny guy, or a spitfire, know that it's based on Angel. He's the one that I tend to run my ideas by whenever I get the idea for a new story (which is like every day), so you can thank him for me having 300+ WIPs.When I wrote my first gay story, I was in high school and Angel and Justin were the main characters. They laughed at the sex scenes (I used "manstick" a lot and no lube) but liked the story, from there on out I would write something every year for them to read and enjoy. Tommy is a mixture of Angel and my friend Richard who are both fabulous men.
But those burly, muscled, Alpha men? Well they're a mix of me and Justin. He wasn't an alpha, that part is all me, but the muscled, beautiful part? That's all Justin. Every character that can sing or dance is based on Justin. It's his voice that I hear whispering to me at times while I'm writing. His voice telling me that I can do it when I want to give up writing or want to quit a story. It's his laugh I hear when I write a funny part and he's the one who cries with me when I write a heartbreaking scene.
Justin is the one who I'd always seen myself with. No, not romantically, at least not completely, but I saw us spending our lives together. Christopher was the love of my life, Justin was my soul mate. So when I write about mates, love, finding the one meant for you, it's Justin's heart that is leading me.
So while I have my two muses none of that would be complete if I didn't have something, a goal, to work towards. That goal? Italy.
Angel, Justin and I had always planned on going to Italy one day because it's my favorite place in the world, equal only to Boston and Justin has family there (and Angel swears he would be able to fit in). So even though Justin is no longer with us, I write with that goal in mind that I have to get to Italy some day.
Justin is my muse for the love, soul mate part of my books, Angel is my muse for the sex and twinks, and Italy is my muse that helps me to stay focused. Of course it's how I will be able to make a difference in the world that is my muse that keeps me writing.
So I hear the beautiful voices of Angel and Justin in my mind, pushing me in every story to make it better than the one before. To learn from mistakes. To ignore haters and not let bad reviews make me give up. To ignore gossip and lies. To keep writing because I have something to work towards. Changing the world, a family, providing for my daughter, and Italy.
I think I probably have the greatest muses in the world.
Here's an excerpt from Chain Me which is out now and is an ARe and Bookstrand bestseller.
“Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. Travis trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan, his cock still pressed deliciously against his zipper. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass.
Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, the vibration of it hitting the club floor after bouncing off the back of his shoes made him shiver, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for.
He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, for the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them.
“God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a whoosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again.
“I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor.
“Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded.
Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.”
His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair followed him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word.
When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis and Etan groaned. Travis could almost feel Etan’s vibrate through his back.
“You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said.
“W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat.
“Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Reidel here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said.
Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it.
“We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick.
“Prove it,” the stranger said.
Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and pulled the man’s cock deep into his mouth.
Here's an excerpt from my current WIP: The Beginning.
“What happened?” Benjamin asked softly.
“Idiot, you’re whispering in a room full of paranormals, magicks, and supernatruals. You might as well have shouted that,” a Hispanic man, who smelled of witch said with a sneer.
“Oh yeah,” Benjamin replied and then groaned when he realized what he’d said.
“He meant no disrespect, his brain has just taken a vacation since we’ve been on the run,” Cole tried to explain.
Ryland waved a hand and laughed. “It’s fine, people always think that about us,” his gaze grew very intense and Cole shivered at the light of danger that seemed to flicker in the small man’s eyes, even though the look was directed at Benjamin. “But they’d be wrong. I’m the top, the Alpha, the dominant in this relationship. I’m Master both in and out of the bedroom.” He grinned and snapped his fingers, Kareen instantly went to his knees behind Ryland and Ryland walked over to him and buried his fingers in the black man’s tight, black curls. “Kareen, who is your Master?” he asked.
Cole was amazed when Kareen shivered at the tone of Ryland’s voice, the smell of lust rose heavy and thick in the air, causing Cole’s own dick to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. Gods, he wanted to grab Ronny, bend him over the table and fuck him six ways from Sunday.
“You are my Master,” Kareen said and everyone in the room inhaled deeply and groaned.
Ryland smirked. “Oh, did I forget to mention that Kareen is also an empath witch? So he can either feel what you feel and erase it or make you feel what he feels. It’s quite handy,” he said. He leaned down and kissed Kareen passionately and Cole jerked back in his seat, it felt like he was being kissed and without thought, he grabbed Ronny up from his chair and quickly pulled the other man’s sweatpants down his legs, before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He might have felt embarrassed if everyone else in the room weren’t in their own state of sexual frenzy. Cole couldn’t pay attention to the men jerking off, or the women who were shoving fingers in their own pussies, or the men fucking each other, or the women licking each other’s privates. He didn’t even care that Benjamin was having sex with some strange man up against the wall, all he cared about was getting Ronny’s tight hole wrapped around his cock.
“This is going to be fast, Danish,” he growled in a low voice and bent Ronny over the table just as he’d been imagining only moments before and spread Ronny’s cheeks apart, before swiping his tongue over Ronny’s tight pucker. The musky taste of his mate filled Cole’s mouth and he growled before burying his tongue deep into Ronny’s channel. He waited only a moment, flicking his tongue deep within Ronny’s entrance, knowing by Ronny’s keening cries that the sandpapery feel of his tongue was driving the other man’s lust up to unprecedented heights. Unable to wait any longer, the lust and passion heating up his skin and causing his body to expand as his lion fought to get out, Cole shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees and put the head of his leaking cock against Ronny’s hole. With a firm press, Cole sheathed himself completely within the hot, velvety confines of his mate’s body.
“HOLY FUCK,” Ronny yelled and started scraping his nails on the table looking for something to hold on to. Cole set up a punishing pace, spitting on his cock to keep it lubed and slick as he continued to drive his cock in and out of Ronny’s ass.
The heat rose to an unbearable level and Cole felt as if he were going to melt where he stood, and then there it was. That tingle, that was more like an earthquake, at the base of his spine, rushed up to his head and exploded through every orifice, limb, nerve and blood cell. Letting out a loud roar, Cole leaned forward and buried his fangs in Ronny’s neck, tasting his mate’s orgasm in his blood. Starbursts exploded behind Cole’s eyelids and his hands gripped Ronny’s hips in an unyielding grip as he drank down the other man’s blood. When he felt their bond blaze brightly, Cole gently withdrew his fangs from Ronny’s neck, licking the wounds closed. The heat that had been burning within him only moments before had dulled to just a mild simmer and Cole hissed as he withdrew himself from Ronny’s entrance. Looking down he growled with satisfaction as he saw Ronny’s hole gaping wide and leaking Cole’s cum from within. Without thought he knelt behind his mate and swiped his tongue over the man’s retracting rectum, licking up his own fluids.
Ronny trembled above him and after cleaning his mate both front and back, Cole helped Ronny to right his clothes before helping him to sit back down in his seat, grimacing when he saw Ronny wince when his ass made contact with the cushioned seat. Cole quickly pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans over his now wet but softened cock and zipped up his pants before buttoning them. He sat down in his seat and noticed that everyone else was doing the same thing.
“Holy. Shit,” Benjamin breathed and Cole watched as his best friend walked on trembling legs back over to his seat to sit down. “That has never happened before.”
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September 11, 2013
Never Forget
I will never forget.
It is a day etched in my memory.
9-11-01.
I awoke after a night of drinking and sex, dazed and running late for my theater class at USF. I rushed to class noticing the lack of students out. When I arrived in my class the television was on and the class, usually full of energetic dramatists stood silent as they watched the horror unfold on the screen.
I thought of my friend, Justin, who lived in the city and my grandfather, aunt and cousins who lived in Harlem. I was afraid. I was angry. I was sad. But even more than that I was determined to do what I could to ensure that America stood strong.
I had a roommate who was in the Air Force who was immediately recalled and prepared to go to war. I had friends who were in the marines and the army who I can no longer speak to because their lives were lost. I have friends who fought, a stepfather who fought, in the military who will never be the same again.
Those acts of terror had far-reaching and permanent effects upon this nation and yet, even in our most difficult times we are a nation who will continue to persevere. We are a Phoenix rising from the ashes of despair, pain, fear, and grief to be a nation forged by fire, made of steel and wearing the beauty of our scars with honor and dignity.
My thoughts today turn to those who lost their lives on that day and days following on a day of terror. I remember and honor the officers and firefighters who jumped into the fire to rescue all that they could, many who ended up losing their lives. I offer comfort to those whose lives were affected and changed by the events of that day. I stand with the soldiers who took an oath to protect and defend America at any cost. And I join hands with a nation too strong to buckle or fall to terrorists.
We will never forget.
Where were you on 9-11-01? And how will you remember those who were affected?
It is a day etched in my memory.
9-11-01.
I awoke after a night of drinking and sex, dazed and running late for my theater class at USF. I rushed to class noticing the lack of students out. When I arrived in my class the television was on and the class, usually full of energetic dramatists stood silent as they watched the horror unfold on the screen.
I thought of my friend, Justin, who lived in the city and my grandfather, aunt and cousins who lived in Harlem. I was afraid. I was angry. I was sad. But even more than that I was determined to do what I could to ensure that America stood strong.
I had a roommate who was in the Air Force who was immediately recalled and prepared to go to war. I had friends who were in the marines and the army who I can no longer speak to because their lives were lost. I have friends who fought, a stepfather who fought, in the military who will never be the same again.
Those acts of terror had far-reaching and permanent effects upon this nation and yet, even in our most difficult times we are a nation who will continue to persevere. We are a Phoenix rising from the ashes of despair, pain, fear, and grief to be a nation forged by fire, made of steel and wearing the beauty of our scars with honor and dignity.
My thoughts today turn to those who lost their lives on that day and days following on a day of terror. I remember and honor the officers and firefighters who jumped into the fire to rescue all that they could, many who ended up losing their lives. I offer comfort to those whose lives were affected and changed by the events of that day. I stand with the soldiers who took an oath to protect and defend America at any cost. And I join hands with a nation too strong to buckle or fall to terrorists.
We will never forget.
Where were you on 9-11-01? And how will you remember those who were affected?
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