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May 30, 2013
Tate Pack Thursday: Tommy's Diary (NSFW)
May 30, 2013
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning to the worst possible thing ever! Lady Madonna Streisand had knocked over my makeup bag and was eating my favorite tube of lipstick! I didn't know whether to be angry that she was eating my makeup or worried because she was eating my makeup. So I did both. I scolded her and shooed her away from the overturned bag as I cleaned everything back up. I put it in the bathroom, made a mental note to always put it in there and then I rushed back to check on her.
The little terror was laying on the floor, licking her lips and her paws like she hadn't done anything wrong! I was furious, so I scooped her up and told her that her spa day was canceled. She told me I was mean and that she hated me.
Okay, she didn't tell me that but she barked at me and growled. I knew what she was trying to say.
Then something even worse happened. I stepped out of the bedroom and Ton was sitting in the living room with his buddies, talking and laughing and all I had on was my blue silk nightie. My hair wasn't done, I had on no makeup. I hadn't tucked and I didn't have my breasts on. I stood there frozen in shock. Then I squealed and turned around to run back into the bedroom. Well, I must have miscalculted because I hit the wall and fell right on my ass.
Talk about embarrassing! I was having the worse morning of. My. Life!
But then, what had started as a shitty morning turned into one of the best. I heard Ton tell his friends to leave and he rushed over to me, scooped me up into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. He said he had to check and make sure I hadn't reinjured myself. He's still worried that I'm going to be paralyzed again.
And guess how he checked me?
He kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of my body. He started with my toes (which I had painted a lovely hot pink color, I bought it from Claire's for two dollars) and kissed and licked his way up to my knees. I had no idea that was an erogenous zone for me. My cock was so hard and I was whimpering and shifting on the bed. He made his way up to my hips and licked the crease where my thigh and hip met. I was kinda mad when he didn't take my dick in his mouth, but I got over it when he made his way up to my nipples and sucked and nibbled on them until I had a puddle of pre-cum on my stomach.
He pulled my nightie off me and pushed my legs up until my knees rested on either side of my head. He told me that he needed to check my ass and make sure that I hadn't hurt it too bad. He kissed and licked my ass. Stuck his tongue in my hole and had me trembling with passion so hard I almost shook him off me.
When he felt I'd been "checked" thoroughly, he lowered my body back to the bed, pulled off his clothes and spit on his very long, very thick cock, until it was coated in his saliva and then he pushed his way into my body. Oh, Diary, it was amazing to feel him inside of me. I felt so fully, so at peace.
I forgot about Lady Madonna eating my makeup, I forgot about how embarrassed I was to be seen without being completely dolled up, and I forgot about my mortifying meeting with the wall. In that moment the only thing that existed to me, the only thing I could think about was my mate. My man plowing my ass until all I could do was babble his name and clutch his shoulders.
My hair covered my face as I tossed my head back and forth on my pillow, Ton growled above me, chanting my name over and over like a prayer. And then, just when I thought I was going to die if I didn't come, he buried his canines in my mating mark sucking my blood into his mouth, claiming me again.
I screamed his name as I splattered my seed in the space between us and then I felt the wet heat of Ton's sperm filling my ass. Oh. My. Gaga, it felt SOOOO good! Even as he pulled his teeth from my neck and licked the wounds I continued to shoot my load.
Ton never collapses on top of me. He did one time and I couldn't breathe. He freaked out so much that he's always careful to collapse beside me, but he immediately pulls me into his arms so we can cuddle. This time was no different.
Being in Ton's arms is unlike anything else in the world. His scent surrounds me and makes me feel safe, protected and loved. I purred then, Diary. I actually purred as Ton continued to kiss and lick my neck.
"Everything okay now, baby?" he asked me. All I could do was nod.
And when he slipped out of bed to go back to work, I didn't even complain when Lady Madonna Streisand hopped up in the bed to sleep beside me.
Even with her lips stained red from my lipstick.
-Tommy
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning to the worst possible thing ever! Lady Madonna Streisand had knocked over my makeup bag and was eating my favorite tube of lipstick! I didn't know whether to be angry that she was eating my makeup or worried because she was eating my makeup. So I did both. I scolded her and shooed her away from the overturned bag as I cleaned everything back up. I put it in the bathroom, made a mental note to always put it in there and then I rushed back to check on her.
The little terror was laying on the floor, licking her lips and her paws like she hadn't done anything wrong! I was furious, so I scooped her up and told her that her spa day was canceled. She told me I was mean and that she hated me.
Okay, she didn't tell me that but she barked at me and growled. I knew what she was trying to say.
Then something even worse happened. I stepped out of the bedroom and Ton was sitting in the living room with his buddies, talking and laughing and all I had on was my blue silk nightie. My hair wasn't done, I had on no makeup. I hadn't tucked and I didn't have my breasts on. I stood there frozen in shock. Then I squealed and turned around to run back into the bedroom. Well, I must have miscalculted because I hit the wall and fell right on my ass.
Talk about embarrassing! I was having the worse morning of. My. Life!
But then, what had started as a shitty morning turned into one of the best. I heard Ton tell his friends to leave and he rushed over to me, scooped me up into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. He said he had to check and make sure I hadn't reinjured myself. He's still worried that I'm going to be paralyzed again.
And guess how he checked me?
He kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of my body. He started with my toes (which I had painted a lovely hot pink color, I bought it from Claire's for two dollars) and kissed and licked his way up to my knees. I had no idea that was an erogenous zone for me. My cock was so hard and I was whimpering and shifting on the bed. He made his way up to my hips and licked the crease where my thigh and hip met. I was kinda mad when he didn't take my dick in his mouth, but I got over it when he made his way up to my nipples and sucked and nibbled on them until I had a puddle of pre-cum on my stomach.
He pulled my nightie off me and pushed my legs up until my knees rested on either side of my head. He told me that he needed to check my ass and make sure that I hadn't hurt it too bad. He kissed and licked my ass. Stuck his tongue in my hole and had me trembling with passion so hard I almost shook him off me.
When he felt I'd been "checked" thoroughly, he lowered my body back to the bed, pulled off his clothes and spit on his very long, very thick cock, until it was coated in his saliva and then he pushed his way into my body. Oh, Diary, it was amazing to feel him inside of me. I felt so fully, so at peace.
I forgot about Lady Madonna eating my makeup, I forgot about how embarrassed I was to be seen without being completely dolled up, and I forgot about my mortifying meeting with the wall. In that moment the only thing that existed to me, the only thing I could think about was my mate. My man plowing my ass until all I could do was babble his name and clutch his shoulders.
My hair covered my face as I tossed my head back and forth on my pillow, Ton growled above me, chanting my name over and over like a prayer. And then, just when I thought I was going to die if I didn't come, he buried his canines in my mating mark sucking my blood into his mouth, claiming me again.
I screamed his name as I splattered my seed in the space between us and then I felt the wet heat of Ton's sperm filling my ass. Oh. My. Gaga, it felt SOOOO good! Even as he pulled his teeth from my neck and licked the wounds I continued to shoot my load.
Ton never collapses on top of me. He did one time and I couldn't breathe. He freaked out so much that he's always careful to collapse beside me, but he immediately pulls me into his arms so we can cuddle. This time was no different.
Being in Ton's arms is unlike anything else in the world. His scent surrounds me and makes me feel safe, protected and loved. I purred then, Diary. I actually purred as Ton continued to kiss and lick my neck.
"Everything okay now, baby?" he asked me. All I could do was nod.
And when he slipped out of bed to go back to work, I didn't even complain when Lady Madonna Streisand hopped up in the bed to sleep beside me.
Even with her lips stained red from my lipstick.
-Tommy
May 29, 2013
WIP Wednesday: The Beta Prince
Heya Vicksters!
So in addition to writing Chain Me, the prequel to The Dom series, I am also working on a ton of other books. Here's one of them:
The Beta Prince, if you've read The Alpha King, you will notice some familiar characters:
Prince Buckington Roughshire was drunk. He was very, veeerrryy drunk. He was also only sixteen and if his father ever found out that he was drunk, he’d be in a heap of trouble. Exactly why he had chosen to drink in Quire, a city two hours away from Roughshireson, where the palace was located. He grinned sloppily at the other men at the bar whenever they looked at him. Lifting his glass of Namprincian whiskey to swallow the intoxicating, blue liquid down, he hissed at the slight burn, travelling down his throat and settling into his gut. He was so sick of his older brother Blazell. Their parents doted on his only living sibling. They treated Blaze as if he were the only surviving Roughshire pup. Buck had survived as well, the only one of his litter to still be alive, they should love him too. He exhaled in disgust, rolling his eyes at his own inner musings, his hands slamming onto the bar counter as the room spun slightly. He giggled when it finally stopped spinning and lifted his glass for another sip. Yes, he knew Blaze was the Alpha Prince, the heir to the kingdom but shit...Buck was the Beta, and just as important as the Alpha…at least that’s what his mother had always told him. With a long, loud, drawn-out sigh of disappointment and sadness, he lifted his hand and gestured for the bartender to give him another drink. The air escaping his lungs sounded as if it were being pushed out of an inflatable device, causing his shoulders to fold inward, the burden of being himself too heavy to carry any further, before he allowed the very heavy limb to fall hard onto the top of the bar. He’d finally reached his limit with his family. It was clearly time to kill himself with whiskey.“What are you doing out here at this time of night Prince Buckington?” The deep voice rasped in his right ear and Buck pressed his lips together tightly, barely controlling the moan that threatened to erupt from his mouth, as a shock of need zapped down his spine. His cock lengthened behind his pants, his heartbeat sped up and his breath stuttered from between his lips. How long had it been since he’d been with another man? Too long if he couldn’t even remember. All that time trying to prove to my father that I’m not a screw up and that I’m just as capable as Blaze at handling matters of the kingdom, for nothing. I was the one who pointed out that the Versuthion family had some sort of tie to our ancestor Joshua, but they gave the credit to Blaze, just because he’s the oldest. I hate him. I hate them. They would be so sorry if I wasn’t around anymore. Although, the fact that they hadn’t even invited me to the celebratory drinks probably means that they wouldn’t be. That final thought sent a heavy lead ball of disappointment and despair falling from his heart to land in his gut before he turned his wobbly head to the right to look into the face of the man who had just spoken to him.“Whuda hell…are you…doin here?” Buck’s words were slurred and he figured he probably made no sense at all as he questioned the man. He was not totally sure of whom he was but he noticed the green, black and gold of the Tumaron royal guard and realized that this guard had probably been sent by his father to find his “troubled son.” He wasn’t troubled, his father never totally got that, he was just sick of being the barely tolerated fucking spare. He’d thought maybe Blaze had finally gotten how he’d felt all these years, but he’d found out the hard way that he was wrong.“Why Prince Buckington, I’m only here to watch over you. But maybe you’ve had enough to drink, huh?” the unnamed guard advised.Buck snorted at the other guy before leaning closer as if he were about to share a secret. “Didju know that it takes a-ap-approximantly twenty-one, no wait, twenty-two…yeah, twenty-one double shot glasses of Namprincian whiskey to gedda fully grown Tumaron shifter drunk?” he stated, his words slurred.The guard chuckled before leaning closer. His hand settled on Buck’s thigh, close to his groin. Buck’s cock hardened further. He grinned widely at the other man before throwing his left arm out in a wide, sweeping arc. “I’ve had twenty-four!” he declared proudly, before tipping to the side and almost falling off the chair. He felt himself pulled up and held firmly to the chest of the guard. Buck buried his face in the other man’s chest.He inhaled deeply and almost gagged. The guard smelled…off. His scent seemed all wrong, as if only the top layer of his body was Tumaron and the rest of him was something else entirely. Buck inhaled again. Then he coughed to cover up the retching sound he made as bile climbed up his throat. He had to swallow the foul stuff back down. The waves of nausea kept rolling over him at the smell of…what the hell was that? Snake? Was this guard a hybrid? Half Tumaron and half Strawxigian? That was weird. Tumarons and Strawxigians had an almost visceral reaction to each other, so how could they possibly get past their body’s reaction to the other enough for a baby to be created?“I’ll take him back to the palace,” Buck heard the other man speaking to the bartender. He lifted his head, blinking blearily up at the other man’s face. The guard looked slightly familiar. Not in an immediate, I know exactly who this person is, we had dinner together last week, kind of way. No, the sense of familiarity was... Buck sloppily tried to snap his fingers, the digits slipping off each other, fascinating him for a moment. Turning his attention back to his previous thoughts with a groan he tried to remember how he knew the guard. The older man seemed almost as if he were the genetic copy of a picture that Buck’s father had shown him. A picture of a man he was supposed to stay away from. What was the man’s name again? And why the hell did he feel so dizzy?He blinked his eyes rapidly and felt himself lifted up into the other man’s strong arms and carried from the bar. He waved over the other man’s shoulder at all of the patrons within the building, loudly telling them all to have a good time. Only a small, easily ignored part of his brain registered the narrow eyed look of suspicion in the bartender’s face and the subtle trace of fear that wafted from the man’s skin.“You make sure that you take him right to the palace. No stops or detours and you deliver him straight to the Alpha King, do you hear me? I don’t want any trouble from the palace coming down on my establishment at all,” the bartender, a tall, robust man with dark brown hair and a face always flushed red, which looked almost as if he were constantly blushing. Buck thought that the bartender looked like a Tumaron version of the human’s Santa Clause, a fictional character he’d so enjoyed learning about in school. He could never let anyone know that piece of information of course. According to the historical documents that his father kept in their library, humans always stopped believing in Santa Clause after their tenth birthday. Buck had tried hard to forget about the man who’d willingly flown around the Earth to deliver presents but even after all of these years he found himself still going to bed early on the 24th. He just knew that one day he’d forget himself and be asking the bartender, his own personal Tumaron Santa Clause, for presents in Decemvier.“Got it. I’m taking him straight to the palace. You have my word,” the guard stated. He carried Buck out of the bar and towards the parking lot. He grunted slightly as he opened the door, before placing Buck into his hovercraft. Buck tried not to be offended at the grunt the other man had released, knowing that while he was fit, he was certainly not fat, and settled into the seat. His head lolled from side to side as he took in his surroundings. He sighed. A vague coldness settled into his chest at the sight of the almost deserted street. The sight of the dilapidated buildings caused his heart to pound in his chest and his stomach to roil. He wondered if his father had ever been to the city of Quire and if he had been why the Alpha King hadn’t put the city on his list of renovation projects. How strange that was. Then again, it was his father, the Great Almighty Alpha King, with his Great Almighty Alpha King Heir, Blazell, at his side.
So in addition to writing Chain Me, the prequel to The Dom series, I am also working on a ton of other books. Here's one of them:
The Beta Prince, if you've read The Alpha King, you will notice some familiar characters:
Prince Buckington Roughshire was drunk. He was very, veeerrryy drunk. He was also only sixteen and if his father ever found out that he was drunk, he’d be in a heap of trouble. Exactly why he had chosen to drink in Quire, a city two hours away from Roughshireson, where the palace was located. He grinned sloppily at the other men at the bar whenever they looked at him. Lifting his glass of Namprincian whiskey to swallow the intoxicating, blue liquid down, he hissed at the slight burn, travelling down his throat and settling into his gut. He was so sick of his older brother Blazell. Their parents doted on his only living sibling. They treated Blaze as if he were the only surviving Roughshire pup. Buck had survived as well, the only one of his litter to still be alive, they should love him too. He exhaled in disgust, rolling his eyes at his own inner musings, his hands slamming onto the bar counter as the room spun slightly. He giggled when it finally stopped spinning and lifted his glass for another sip. Yes, he knew Blaze was the Alpha Prince, the heir to the kingdom but shit...Buck was the Beta, and just as important as the Alpha…at least that’s what his mother had always told him. With a long, loud, drawn-out sigh of disappointment and sadness, he lifted his hand and gestured for the bartender to give him another drink. The air escaping his lungs sounded as if it were being pushed out of an inflatable device, causing his shoulders to fold inward, the burden of being himself too heavy to carry any further, before he allowed the very heavy limb to fall hard onto the top of the bar. He’d finally reached his limit with his family. It was clearly time to kill himself with whiskey.“What are you doing out here at this time of night Prince Buckington?” The deep voice rasped in his right ear and Buck pressed his lips together tightly, barely controlling the moan that threatened to erupt from his mouth, as a shock of need zapped down his spine. His cock lengthened behind his pants, his heartbeat sped up and his breath stuttered from between his lips. How long had it been since he’d been with another man? Too long if he couldn’t even remember. All that time trying to prove to my father that I’m not a screw up and that I’m just as capable as Blaze at handling matters of the kingdom, for nothing. I was the one who pointed out that the Versuthion family had some sort of tie to our ancestor Joshua, but they gave the credit to Blaze, just because he’s the oldest. I hate him. I hate them. They would be so sorry if I wasn’t around anymore. Although, the fact that they hadn’t even invited me to the celebratory drinks probably means that they wouldn’t be. That final thought sent a heavy lead ball of disappointment and despair falling from his heart to land in his gut before he turned his wobbly head to the right to look into the face of the man who had just spoken to him.“Whuda hell…are you…doin here?” Buck’s words were slurred and he figured he probably made no sense at all as he questioned the man. He was not totally sure of whom he was but he noticed the green, black and gold of the Tumaron royal guard and realized that this guard had probably been sent by his father to find his “troubled son.” He wasn’t troubled, his father never totally got that, he was just sick of being the barely tolerated fucking spare. He’d thought maybe Blaze had finally gotten how he’d felt all these years, but he’d found out the hard way that he was wrong.“Why Prince Buckington, I’m only here to watch over you. But maybe you’ve had enough to drink, huh?” the unnamed guard advised.Buck snorted at the other guy before leaning closer as if he were about to share a secret. “Didju know that it takes a-ap-approximantly twenty-one, no wait, twenty-two…yeah, twenty-one double shot glasses of Namprincian whiskey to gedda fully grown Tumaron shifter drunk?” he stated, his words slurred.The guard chuckled before leaning closer. His hand settled on Buck’s thigh, close to his groin. Buck’s cock hardened further. He grinned widely at the other man before throwing his left arm out in a wide, sweeping arc. “I’ve had twenty-four!” he declared proudly, before tipping to the side and almost falling off the chair. He felt himself pulled up and held firmly to the chest of the guard. Buck buried his face in the other man’s chest.He inhaled deeply and almost gagged. The guard smelled…off. His scent seemed all wrong, as if only the top layer of his body was Tumaron and the rest of him was something else entirely. Buck inhaled again. Then he coughed to cover up the retching sound he made as bile climbed up his throat. He had to swallow the foul stuff back down. The waves of nausea kept rolling over him at the smell of…what the hell was that? Snake? Was this guard a hybrid? Half Tumaron and half Strawxigian? That was weird. Tumarons and Strawxigians had an almost visceral reaction to each other, so how could they possibly get past their body’s reaction to the other enough for a baby to be created?“I’ll take him back to the palace,” Buck heard the other man speaking to the bartender. He lifted his head, blinking blearily up at the other man’s face. The guard looked slightly familiar. Not in an immediate, I know exactly who this person is, we had dinner together last week, kind of way. No, the sense of familiarity was... Buck sloppily tried to snap his fingers, the digits slipping off each other, fascinating him for a moment. Turning his attention back to his previous thoughts with a groan he tried to remember how he knew the guard. The older man seemed almost as if he were the genetic copy of a picture that Buck’s father had shown him. A picture of a man he was supposed to stay away from. What was the man’s name again? And why the hell did he feel so dizzy?He blinked his eyes rapidly and felt himself lifted up into the other man’s strong arms and carried from the bar. He waved over the other man’s shoulder at all of the patrons within the building, loudly telling them all to have a good time. Only a small, easily ignored part of his brain registered the narrow eyed look of suspicion in the bartender’s face and the subtle trace of fear that wafted from the man’s skin.“You make sure that you take him right to the palace. No stops or detours and you deliver him straight to the Alpha King, do you hear me? I don’t want any trouble from the palace coming down on my establishment at all,” the bartender, a tall, robust man with dark brown hair and a face always flushed red, which looked almost as if he were constantly blushing. Buck thought that the bartender looked like a Tumaron version of the human’s Santa Clause, a fictional character he’d so enjoyed learning about in school. He could never let anyone know that piece of information of course. According to the historical documents that his father kept in their library, humans always stopped believing in Santa Clause after their tenth birthday. Buck had tried hard to forget about the man who’d willingly flown around the Earth to deliver presents but even after all of these years he found himself still going to bed early on the 24th. He just knew that one day he’d forget himself and be asking the bartender, his own personal Tumaron Santa Clause, for presents in Decemvier.“Got it. I’m taking him straight to the palace. You have my word,” the guard stated. He carried Buck out of the bar and towards the parking lot. He grunted slightly as he opened the door, before placing Buck into his hovercraft. Buck tried not to be offended at the grunt the other man had released, knowing that while he was fit, he was certainly not fat, and settled into the seat. His head lolled from side to side as he took in his surroundings. He sighed. A vague coldness settled into his chest at the sight of the almost deserted street. The sight of the dilapidated buildings caused his heart to pound in his chest and his stomach to roil. He wondered if his father had ever been to the city of Quire and if he had been why the Alpha King hadn’t put the city on his list of renovation projects. How strange that was. Then again, it was his father, the Great Almighty Alpha King, with his Great Almighty Alpha King Heir, Blazell, at his side.
May 28, 2013
Ask Author: Gabrielle Evans-Time to Submit Your Questions & Schedule
The next author in the hot seat is: Gabrielle Evans!
Woohoo!
So it's time to submit your questions for the lovely, talented, amazing author.
Gabrielle will choose 20 questions that she wants to answer so there's no limit on how many questions you can submit.
Send all of your questions to: [email protected]. Nothing too personal but you can ask her whatever you want about her writing, books, hopes, dreams, fears, if she likes chocolate, stuff like that. LOL. Gabrielle will decide what she wants to answer but it will be 20 questions from you the readers. Make sure you come by every time we have an Ask Author because some of the authors will be doing giveaways.
Thursday night is the cut off to submit questions because I'll be sending them to Gabrielle Friday morning.
So get your questions ready and submit them to me and we'll see Gabrielle Evans in the hot seat on June 3rd.
And here's the schedule for the rest of the month:
June 10th: Lor Rose, start submitting your questions on June 4th-6th.
June 17th: Stephani Hecht, start submitting your questions on June 11th-13th.
June 24th: Toni Griffin, start submitting your questions on June 18th-20th.
And then July 1st or the 8th (we haven't confirmed the date yet): Stormy Glenn! Start submitting your questions June 25th-27th.
After Stormy we'll have Jana D. Downs! Start submitting your questions for her on July 2nd-4th.
And we'll see who wins this poll to see who I try to get for the hot seat after Jana.
These are the names that I saw repeatedly. So vote for which one you want to see in the hot seat the most and if I can't get the winner, I'll try for the next one.
Who Would You LIke to See in the Hot Seat Next?Mary CalmesTJ KluneJoyee FlynnCardeno C. pollcode.com free polls
Woohoo!
So it's time to submit your questions for the lovely, talented, amazing author.
Gabrielle will choose 20 questions that she wants to answer so there's no limit on how many questions you can submit.
Send all of your questions to: [email protected]. Nothing too personal but you can ask her whatever you want about her writing, books, hopes, dreams, fears, if she likes chocolate, stuff like that. LOL. Gabrielle will decide what she wants to answer but it will be 20 questions from you the readers. Make sure you come by every time we have an Ask Author because some of the authors will be doing giveaways.
Thursday night is the cut off to submit questions because I'll be sending them to Gabrielle Friday morning.
So get your questions ready and submit them to me and we'll see Gabrielle Evans in the hot seat on June 3rd.
And here's the schedule for the rest of the month:
June 10th: Lor Rose, start submitting your questions on June 4th-6th.
June 17th: Stephani Hecht, start submitting your questions on June 11th-13th.
June 24th: Toni Griffin, start submitting your questions on June 18th-20th.
And then July 1st or the 8th (we haven't confirmed the date yet): Stormy Glenn! Start submitting your questions June 25th-27th.
After Stormy we'll have Jana D. Downs! Start submitting your questions for her on July 2nd-4th.
And we'll see who wins this poll to see who I try to get for the hot seat after Jana.
These are the names that I saw repeatedly. So vote for which one you want to see in the hot seat the most and if I can't get the winner, I'll try for the next one.
Who Would You LIke to See in the Hot Seat Next?Mary CalmesTJ KluneJoyee FlynnCardeno C. pollcode.com free polls
Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday
Hey Vicksters!
So I'm going to try and get back into posting something every day on the blog (no promises though). So for today, since it's Tuesday, I've got a teaser (unedited) from Chain Me, which I'm currently working on.
Enjoy this teaser!
Etan swallowed thickly and barely bit back the moan that threatened to explode out of his chest at the sight of his lover sucking the stranger’s cock. When the other man had walked into the bar, Etan had been the first to notice him. There had been something about the other man that had called to him and he’d pointed him out to Travis. He’d known without even knowing the other man’s name that he was the one, their third, their Dom and they wouldn’t give up until they got him. Now that they were finally here, in this place where they could touch, taste and stroke the other man, this “Sir”, why was Etan suddenly feeling a little disappointed? He slowed down his thrusts as he watched Travis sucking the other man’s cock and when the stranger looked up into Etan’s eyes, he suddenly knew why he felt disappointed. Though it wasn’t really disappointment he was feeling, it was… jealousy. He wanted to be the one sucking the other man’s cock. He wanted to be the one in a position of submission, and even though Travis’s ass felt like heaven wrapped around his cock, Etan wanted to be filled in that moment. He wanted to be the one getting fucked within an inch of his life and he wanted it so bad that he whimpered just a bit, in the back of his throat.
“Don’t worry sweetness,” Sir said with a wolfish grin in Etan’s direction. “You’ll get a piece of this cock soon enough.”
Etan nodded as he continued to pump his hips, back and forth, his dick moving in and out of Travis’s tight channel. He could feel the eyes of the other club goers on him and Travis as they made love out in front of them all and where he would usually be embarrassed or shy about having sex in front of a bunch of strangers there was something about “Sir” that made him want to do whatever he could to prove himself to the other man.
“Come,” Sir said and without warning Etan felt his balls pull up tight to his body and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as his cock shot forth a volley of cum deep within his lover’s ass. His body jerked and shook as he continued to feel the after effects of his orgasm and he felt Travis’s hole clench down on his still twitching dick as he experienced his own orgasm. Etan clenched his jaw then as he rode out the blissful, mind melting orgasm that rolled over him. He clenched his hands on Travis’s hips as the other man continued to shake and whimper through his own orgasm, even as he tried, valiantly, to continue to suck “Sir’s” cock.
As the last tremors of Travis’s orgasm rolled through him, Etan held onto his lover. Finally when they’d both come down from the high of their first foray into public sex, Etan was aware of the applause. He opened his eyes, when had he closed them, and looked around the room with a small smile. He felt Travis tense in his arms as Etan slowly withdrew his cock from the younger man’s rectum.
“Good boys,” “Sir” said. “I do believe that you will do very well under my guidance.” He nodded at the both of them before putting his cock away.
“Oh! But I didn’t make you come, Sir,” Travis exclaimed, holding out his hand to the other man. Etan noticed that his over was completely unmindful of the fact that his cock was still hanging out and he reached out to help Travis pull up his boxer briefs and pants before doing the same to himself. He could tell that Travis wanted to chase after the other man, after “Sir” but he couldn’t let the younger man do that with his pants around his ankles.
“You will, Little One,” Sir said with a smile at them. Eta’s face flamed with a blush as he grinned shyly back at the other man.
“Come now. Get dressed and come with me.”
Etan quirked an eyebrow at the other man. “Where are we going?” he asked, clearing his throat when he heard his voice. It sounded as if he’d been gargling gravel. Swallowing repeatedly he returned his focus back on the man before them. Etan was selfishly glad to feel Travis moving closer to him as they watched Sir warily.
“I am taking you to my home so that I can teach you what it means to be true subs,” Sir said with a small smile at them. “Normally I would not allow you to speak unless I ask you a direct question, normally you would not be able to question me before following a direct order, but we have not established any ground rules just yet and I haven’t taken you on as my subs so I will allow you this pass, but from here on our you only speak when spoken to and you will address me as Sir at all times are we clear?”
Etan swallowed nervously and looked over at Travis hoping to gauge what his partner was thinking. They’d been together for a long time and didn’t need words to have a conversation. Etan could tell from looking in Travis’s eyes that the other man was thinking about how long they’d been looking for a Dom. For so long they’d felt almost incomplete. While they loved each other fiercely and completely, they’d felt as if someone was missing from their home, from their bed and how could they walk away when they’d quite possibly found the man who was made to complete their little family?
Etan nodded and was aware of Travis doing the same. They had their disagreements but on this they were both in agreement. They wanted to be with “Sir.”
“Yes Sir,” they both said simultaneously.
“Good boys,” Sir said with a wide grin. He turned to the tall, muscled black man who stood next to him. “Reidel, can you go and pull the car around for me? It’s the 2008 Cadillac Escalade with the color spinners on the tires.”
Etan watched as the other man, Reidel, turned and left the club without a word and he wondered briefly if the large, muscled black man was Sir’s sub as well. He looked up at Sir and barely stopped himself from asking the other man about it. He noticed the smirk on Sir’s face and knew that his unasked question was displayed clearly on his face.
“No, Reidel is not my sub,” Sir said softly as he gestured with a hand for Etan and Travis to follow him. “He is a Dom that I am considering training. He’s going to sit in and watch as I take you both through a scene. I hope that’s okay with the both of you.”
“Yes Sir,” Etan and Travis once again answered simultaneously.
“Good,” Sir said as he continued to walk in front of them. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at them, Etan tightened the arm he’d placed around Travis’s waist as he looked up at the gorgeous tanned man.
“My name is Ahijit Gupta Khan. My friends call me Jit. But you will address me as Sir.”
So I'm going to try and get back into posting something every day on the blog (no promises though). So for today, since it's Tuesday, I've got a teaser (unedited) from Chain Me, which I'm currently working on.
Enjoy this teaser!
Etan swallowed thickly and barely bit back the moan that threatened to explode out of his chest at the sight of his lover sucking the stranger’s cock. When the other man had walked into the bar, Etan had been the first to notice him. There had been something about the other man that had called to him and he’d pointed him out to Travis. He’d known without even knowing the other man’s name that he was the one, their third, their Dom and they wouldn’t give up until they got him. Now that they were finally here, in this place where they could touch, taste and stroke the other man, this “Sir”, why was Etan suddenly feeling a little disappointed? He slowed down his thrusts as he watched Travis sucking the other man’s cock and when the stranger looked up into Etan’s eyes, he suddenly knew why he felt disappointed. Though it wasn’t really disappointment he was feeling, it was… jealousy. He wanted to be the one sucking the other man’s cock. He wanted to be the one in a position of submission, and even though Travis’s ass felt like heaven wrapped around his cock, Etan wanted to be filled in that moment. He wanted to be the one getting fucked within an inch of his life and he wanted it so bad that he whimpered just a bit, in the back of his throat.
“Don’t worry sweetness,” Sir said with a wolfish grin in Etan’s direction. “You’ll get a piece of this cock soon enough.”
Etan nodded as he continued to pump his hips, back and forth, his dick moving in and out of Travis’s tight channel. He could feel the eyes of the other club goers on him and Travis as they made love out in front of them all and where he would usually be embarrassed or shy about having sex in front of a bunch of strangers there was something about “Sir” that made him want to do whatever he could to prove himself to the other man.
“Come,” Sir said and without warning Etan felt his balls pull up tight to his body and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as his cock shot forth a volley of cum deep within his lover’s ass. His body jerked and shook as he continued to feel the after effects of his orgasm and he felt Travis’s hole clench down on his still twitching dick as he experienced his own orgasm. Etan clenched his jaw then as he rode out the blissful, mind melting orgasm that rolled over him. He clenched his hands on Travis’s hips as the other man continued to shake and whimper through his own orgasm, even as he tried, valiantly, to continue to suck “Sir’s” cock.
As the last tremors of Travis’s orgasm rolled through him, Etan held onto his lover. Finally when they’d both come down from the high of their first foray into public sex, Etan was aware of the applause. He opened his eyes, when had he closed them, and looked around the room with a small smile. He felt Travis tense in his arms as Etan slowly withdrew his cock from the younger man’s rectum.
“Good boys,” “Sir” said. “I do believe that you will do very well under my guidance.” He nodded at the both of them before putting his cock away.
“Oh! But I didn’t make you come, Sir,” Travis exclaimed, holding out his hand to the other man. Etan noticed that his over was completely unmindful of the fact that his cock was still hanging out and he reached out to help Travis pull up his boxer briefs and pants before doing the same to himself. He could tell that Travis wanted to chase after the other man, after “Sir” but he couldn’t let the younger man do that with his pants around his ankles.
“You will, Little One,” Sir said with a smile at them. Eta’s face flamed with a blush as he grinned shyly back at the other man.
“Come now. Get dressed and come with me.”
Etan quirked an eyebrow at the other man. “Where are we going?” he asked, clearing his throat when he heard his voice. It sounded as if he’d been gargling gravel. Swallowing repeatedly he returned his focus back on the man before them. Etan was selfishly glad to feel Travis moving closer to him as they watched Sir warily.
“I am taking you to my home so that I can teach you what it means to be true subs,” Sir said with a small smile at them. “Normally I would not allow you to speak unless I ask you a direct question, normally you would not be able to question me before following a direct order, but we have not established any ground rules just yet and I haven’t taken you on as my subs so I will allow you this pass, but from here on our you only speak when spoken to and you will address me as Sir at all times are we clear?”
Etan swallowed nervously and looked over at Travis hoping to gauge what his partner was thinking. They’d been together for a long time and didn’t need words to have a conversation. Etan could tell from looking in Travis’s eyes that the other man was thinking about how long they’d been looking for a Dom. For so long they’d felt almost incomplete. While they loved each other fiercely and completely, they’d felt as if someone was missing from their home, from their bed and how could they walk away when they’d quite possibly found the man who was made to complete their little family?
Etan nodded and was aware of Travis doing the same. They had their disagreements but on this they were both in agreement. They wanted to be with “Sir.”
“Yes Sir,” they both said simultaneously.
“Good boys,” Sir said with a wide grin. He turned to the tall, muscled black man who stood next to him. “Reidel, can you go and pull the car around for me? It’s the 2008 Cadillac Escalade with the color spinners on the tires.”
Etan watched as the other man, Reidel, turned and left the club without a word and he wondered briefly if the large, muscled black man was Sir’s sub as well. He looked up at Sir and barely stopped himself from asking the other man about it. He noticed the smirk on Sir’s face and knew that his unasked question was displayed clearly on his face.
“No, Reidel is not my sub,” Sir said softly as he gestured with a hand for Etan and Travis to follow him. “He is a Dom that I am considering training. He’s going to sit in and watch as I take you both through a scene. I hope that’s okay with the both of you.”
“Yes Sir,” Etan and Travis once again answered simultaneously.
“Good,” Sir said as he continued to walk in front of them. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at them, Etan tightened the arm he’d placed around Travis’s waist as he looked up at the gorgeous tanned man.
“My name is Ahijit Gupta Khan. My friends call me Jit. But you will address me as Sir.”
Congrats Hop Against Homophobia & Transphobia Winner!
Congratulations Nancy! Your name was picked as the winner of my Hop Against Homophobia & Transphobia giveaway.
As stated you have the privilege of choosing either Impossible, Tate Pack Book 6 as your prize when it releases or any book from my backlist, as well as $20 in Strandbucks for use at Bookstrand. I will contact you soon to get the details from you.
Thank you to all of you who commented. I knew that writing about religion was going to be tough and very politically incorrect for many people but it's such a big part of my life that I can't and won't pretend that my being trans*, black, and gay doesn't cause some friction and I also can't and won't pretend as if religion isn't where homophobia and Transphobia exists the most.
Thank you all for reading the post, for being involved and I hope one day very soon that this sort of blog hop won't be needed.
Hugz, Squeezes, Fist Bumpz, Tight Italian Hugz, and Sexy French Kissez (and an ass squeeze if you're cute),
-Vicktor Alexander
As stated you have the privilege of choosing either Impossible, Tate Pack Book 6 as your prize when it releases or any book from my backlist, as well as $20 in Strandbucks for use at Bookstrand. I will contact you soon to get the details from you.
Thank you to all of you who commented. I knew that writing about religion was going to be tough and very politically incorrect for many people but it's such a big part of my life that I can't and won't pretend that my being trans*, black, and gay doesn't cause some friction and I also can't and won't pretend as if religion isn't where homophobia and Transphobia exists the most.
Thank you all for reading the post, for being involved and I hope one day very soon that this sort of blog hop won't be needed.
Hugz, Squeezes, Fist Bumpz, Tight Italian Hugz, and Sexy French Kissez (and an ass squeeze if you're cute),
-Vicktor Alexander
May 27, 2013
Ask Author: Ask Vicktor Alexander 30 Questions
One of the biggest things that I have noticed when authors do interviews is that they are usually almost the same questions each time. The “acceptable” questions from other authors or professional bloggers or publishers, but in the Yahoo groups, on Facebook, and even on Twitter, the readers have free reign to ask the authors whatever they want, like: “When is this book coming out? Why do you write shifters? Can you never stop writing?” And I love that because in those moments you, the readers, are actually getting an answer to the questions that you really want to know. And for that reason I decided to start up the 20 Questions With [Insert Author Name Here]. I can’t guarantee that I’ll always have authors you want to hear from, I can’t even guarantee that I can get more than three or four on here (fingers crossed), but I can promise that I’m going to try. I can also promise that the questions will be your questions. I won’t interject at all (unless it’s to ask when a highly anticipated book that I want to read is coming out). Finally, finally, you, the readers, control the interview. There will only be 20 questions, so make sure your questions are good, and try to ask them first. If you want to leave your name you can, and if I get an author with an overwhelming number of questions, I’ll ask them to come back to answer more.
But to kick things off, I am throwing myself into the hot seat first and with 30 questions instead of the usual 20. And oh man, did it start off hot. You guys did NOT take it easy on me. Right out the gate, you went for the personal question (remember no personal questions unless the author gives you permission to do so):
1. Let’s start off with: how come you claim you are loveless when you are such an interesting man? - this is the only personal question I am going to ask.
LOL. I don’t honestly know how interesting I am. I think I’m kinda boring. I don’t really like going to clubs anymore. I’m much more of a theater, opera, movies, dinner, family time at home guy. I wouldn’t say I’m “loveless” (wow, where’d that term come from?) because I have the love of my daughter, family and friends, and that of my readers (I hope. You guys love me right?) but I AM single. This is not from lack of trying on my part, but I did just recently move to Polk county (Lakeland), Florida and it’s not really San Francisco when it comes to the gay community. Plus I don’t get out much and I’m always at home working. Honestly at this point, some guy would have to start a relationship with me online because that’s where I always am, and then slowly draw me out into the world.
2. Do you have a special someone? Or someones?
I have a lot of special people in my life. My daughter, my friends… oh, did you mean like “bow-chicka-wow-wow”? Oh, then, no. Not yet. I’m working on it though. I do have someone, Lor Rose, that I call my wifey, because she’s pretty much just like my wife, but other than her, no.
3. If what you really claim that there is really NO ONE, what would be your ideal?
Are we talking like dick size or personality traits? Because dick size I’d say anywhere from 8-12 inches. LOL. Personality wise: Someone who’s trustworthy, faithful, who doesn’t play games, who gives as well as takes (that’s a big thing), who’s open-minded, who wants a big family, who wants to settle down, who’s okay with not going out all the time, who loves to travel, who wants to help the world and make sure we leave it better than how we found it. Someone with a sense of humor, who wants kids (did I say that already?). Someone who is supportive, understanding, loving, caring, forgiving. Who is slow to anger, slow to judge, quick to love and quick to forgive. Someone not given into pettiness, who knows how to submit as well as how to lead and dominate. Someone who can be my champion, my hero, but who will also let me help and rescue them. Someone who I can vent to and know my words are safe with. Someone who will take care of me and who will let me take care of them. Someone who wants to be a husband and a father, not only to the children we will have together but to the daughter I already have.
So… pretty much somebody perfectly imperfect, you know, since John Barrowman is married and Shemar Moore is still under the assumption that he's not gay or at least bisexual.
4. Who are your favorite authors?
Oh man. This list is almost as long as my ideal man. (takes a deep breath): Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans, Ally Blue, Lynn Hagen, Jana Downs, Mary Calmes, Amy Lane, Andrew Grey, Toni Griffin, Piper Vaughn, TJ Klune, Cardeno C, Tara Lain, Tia Fielding, Joyee Flynn, Scarlet Hyacinth, Susan O’Mallery, Eloisa James, Brenda Jackson, Zane, Ariel Tachna, Lor Rose, Patricia Lynn, Jambrea Jo Jones, Jaime Samms, Lori Toland, Stephani Hecht, Carol Lynne, Jackie Nacht, Amber Kell, Stephanie Laurens, NJ Nielsen, Faith Aisling, Gale Stanley, Pelaam, Iyanna Jenna, Shawn Lane, Kimberly Gardner, SJD Peterson, Shae Connor, Kim Dare, AKM Miles, Marie Sexton, Heidi Cullinan, Xara X. Xanakas, and Charlie Richards, just to name a few off the top of my head.
5. Do you read MF or MFM books?
I do read some MF books, though not as much as I used to and only by a select few authors: Lisa Kleypas, Susan O’Mallery, Brenda Jackson, Eloisa James, Stephanie Laurens, Sabrina James, Zane
6. How about the FF genre?
I haven’t read any yet, but that’s only because I haven’t looked for any. I’m sure if someone mentioned or suggested one to me I’d read it if it sounded appealing to me. I mean the thought of two or more men getting it on is
definitely my biggest trigger, but love is love to me and the gender of a person is not really a deterrent to me anymore.
7. It is quite noticeable that female writers of the MM genre outnumber that of men – why is that you think?
I think it’s because women outnumber the men in actually being the READERS of the genre and no one knows what a woman wants more than another woman (it’s why so many lesbians are happy. J/k. I jest… well… sorta). For a long time men were raised to believe that men were too busy working and providing for their families to do any type of recreational reading unless you were wealthy and then it was only action, horror, and mysteries. Then science fiction (if you were a nerd), or the paper or a book about sports. Romance was really a “woman’s private reading genre.” Something housewives read when the kids were napping or off at school and they’d finished cleaning. While we know that these images aren’t true, that’s the subconscious belief that I believe has been perpetrated and passed down from generation to generation. As more men, more gay men, realize that it’s okay to read romance, they’ll feel more at ease to write romance and then maybe the numbers will even out. Even so, the women writers we have now are FANTASTIC and I wouldn’t trade one of them for a male writer any day. Add to? Yes. Trade? Absolutely not.
8. I have noticed that there are only a handful of successful male MM genre writers out there, you being one of them. What makes you different?
I have absolutely no idea. When you find out let me know. LOL. I just know that I write what I like to read. I don't turn away from certain genres or ideas or pairings if it's something that I'd like to read. Hell, if I had a story I’d try to write a book about twelve men all falling in love with each other. Everyone's tastes are different. What I enjoy reading someone else might not. So what I enjoy writing is unique unto me, even if it's in the same genre as others. My stories are my own. I just know that while I write for my readers, I mostly write for myself. I write the stories that I would love to read if
someone else had written them. Stories with interracial couples, because I’m one half of an incomplete interracial couple. Stories where men can get pregnant because if a man could impregnate his lover and a woman could impregnate hers, so many things in this world would be different. I write about shifters because I love the idea of someone being created for someone else. The idea that a little possessiveness is okay. That there’s a beast inside of all of us just waiting to come out and growl and charge and snarl to protect our loved ones. I write it all, I don’t try to write like Chaucer or Alfred Lloyd Tennyson or even Shakespeare. I write how I talk. I write so that people can read it and understand what I’m saying. I write so that one day, when I’m old and starting to go even more senile than I already am, I’ll be able to read and understand my own damn writing. I think that appeals to readers when they don’t feel like the author is talking above their heads like we all speak in fifty-dollar words and they also don’t feel like the author is talking to them like they’re dumb. It’s that middle ground. That language, those stories, that line right in the middle and I cross it every so often because I don’t see it’s there, but I never stray too far in one direction.
9. Why mpreg books? Of all things to write about, why this particular focus on men getting pregnant?
I think it’s fascinating. It all started with that movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger getting pregnant. You know the one, Junior. When I was a kid and I saw that movie, I was equal parts horrified and fascinated. Fascinated because I thought about how great it would be for a man to give birth to a child for the person that he loved and horrified because I could only conceive of one place for that baby to come out of and that was just DISGUSTING! LOL. I have since matured about things going in or coming out of that region and it’s still such an amazing, fascinating idea to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of a surrogate and adoption. I’ve done one and I’m making plans to do the other one very soon, within the next year, but the idea that two men could have sex with each other and create a child that’s a part of both of them, or three men or four men or five… you get the picture. We always hear how a woman getting pregnant is the most beautiful display of love and I always think of how it would be JUST as beautiful if a man did it.
10. When can we expect the next installments for the Wilgrin Chronicles and Passion’s Hero as we are on the topic of pregnant men?
LOL. They are both on my short list. I have to finish up the first two books in The Dom series, but after that I’ll be moving on to Passion’s Hero and HAIC and Wilgrin and Ti Voglio Bene and a host of other books that would take up too much space for me to name here.
11. Jumping to Marriage Groups – again, another mpreg series - do you think ménage relationships could work/could not work in real life?
I know they can. Not necessarily from personal experience, but when I was in college at USF, my freshman year, my roommate had a boyfriend and a girlfriend and last I heard they were still together and that was over 12 years ago. They fuss and fight, have disagreements and get mad just as much as other couples, no more and no less just because there are more people, but because there are more, there’s a lot more talking and communication required. The best thing for them is that there’s a lot more sex as well. Because if one of them isn’t up to it, but the other two are: YEEHAW!
12. Some actors cannot watch themselves onscreen – as an author, What goes through your mind’s eye when you read your own work?
Who told you that vicious lie that I read my own work?! LOL. I don’t really read my stuff once it’s published. I used to skim it for character information but that was before I discovered the wonder of the notes form (shared with me by Cherie Noel who I believe got it from another author). I listened to my book Unthinkable for the first time when Sean Crisden did the audio for me and I enjoyed it. I really did. Then I listened to the rest of the books he’d done for me as well. I also read The Alpha King… three times. I really loved that one. The reason I don’t read my own stuff is because I constantly catch mistakes or I berate myself over lines or descriptions or, what mostly happens, the entire book. I’ll get to the end and go “Why the FUCK would someone want to read that? That was utter garbage! They should never let me write again. Never buy anything of mine again!” And then I don’t want to write for a while and I go weeks without writing. See? Bad spiral. The good thing now is that I have all of these wonderful readers, who call themselves The Vicksters (yes, I call them that too) and they constantly encourage me. It’s awesome.
13. Have you ever thought of collaborating a book? If yes, who would be the author that you would want to work with? If no, why not?
Oh hell yeah! I’ve collaborated a series already but if I could write a book with anyone? Well I have a few on my list but I’m going to pick the top four: Mary Calmes, Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans and Ally Blue. The reason for this is because I have bought almost every book of each of these women at least twice, but more often than not four, five and six times (I bought one book of Ally’s six times and read it each time I bought it) because I love their writing so much. I love their characters. I love the way their characters stay with me even when the book is over. I love the way their writing speaks to me. And I love that I can tell you which book of theirs helped me through a painful situation or a low point in my life. I would be BEYOND honored to have my name on the cover with one of theirs.
14. If you were stranded on an island with 3 authors, 3 items, what would they be?
Only three authors? Well hell… Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans and TJ Klune would be my three authors. Stormy and Gabrielle because we’d eat, drink and be merry and TJ because he’d keep me
laughing so hard I’d forget I was stranded on an island. The three items would be: An endless supply of liquor. An endless supply of food, and a cellphone that I would hide until the right moment to call for help. Or no, a laptop. Because I’d make them all sit down and write whatever book of theirs I’m waiting on (Stormy: Viking Lore, Book 2. Gabrielle: Boomshackalaka-LOL. TJ: BOATK 3 or Elementally Evolved 2.).
15. What is your favorite genre to write about? Shifters, Scifi or like alpha king a mix of both?
I love trying to see how many genres I can mix into one book or one series. I love shifters with a passion, but I grew up a Trekkie child and so Scifi is in my blood. Mixing them together gave me delightful little author mini-multiple orgasms. But I don’t really have a favorite to write. I just write whatever. Although if interracial is a genre, that would probably be my favorite because in so many different romance books (except for African-American romances), black characters aren’t written about. And in the M/M genre it’s starting to grow and more authors are writing about them (Charlie Richards is like my she-ro when it comes to this and Ally Blue’s Graceland is amazing and so is Mary Calmes’s Mine) but I want it to be to the point where writing an interracial couple or writing a black gay character or writing a black main character in a romance isn’t abnormal or seen as a “extraordinary situation” but it’s the norm. I want my daughter to come and tell me about how many book covers she saw in the bookstore with couples of all ethnicities, genders, sexualities and beliefs on them.
16. If you couldn't write what would you do?
Well if that last answer didn’t clue you in… I’d be a diplomat or a philanthropist. I’d be a business owner. Own a restaurant, a club or something and then take the money and pour it into a charity or group home or something. I’d make sure I was doing my part to help to change the world for the
better.
17. What is your favorite thing to do to decompress from life(stress)
Smoke (yes, I know it’s bad for you but it’s what I do to decompress). Read. Take a long hot shower. Sing along with my music, listen to a movie, do Yoga.
18. How long have you wanted to be a writer?
It all started when I was ten. About nineteen years ago. My family and I were on a road trip on the way back from a family reunion. My brother and sisters were making a lot of noise in the car and it was starting to bug my mother and grandmother so I, being the eldest, decided to tell them a story to get them to go to sleep and quiet down. I didn’t like any of the stories that I could remember so I told a story about a young girl named Lisa, who destroyed the world with her breath. The story made my entire family laugh so I moved on to a story about a young boy named Stephen, who destroyed the world with his body odor. And then one about a girl named Tina, who destroyed the world with her stinky feet. Those stories got us about halfway where we needed to go and then after that I told the story about a little girl who had a doll and the doll’s eyes would come to life at night and terrorize the town. When we got home and no one left the car, not even the adults, until I’d finished telling the story, I realized then that perhaps I should try to be a writer.
19. What made you start to write about paranormals?
A couple of things actually. I loved reading about paranormals so of course I wanted to write about them. It’s my response to the whole Twilight thing and my obsession with True Blood. Then there was the whole someone created just for you thing that I mentioned above. But quite frankly it was Mary Calmes’ Change of Heart series and Stormy Glenn’s Wolf Creek Pack series.
20. Do you write about more than one story at a time?
Of course I do. When you have a WIP list that might last you for the next ten or more years, you have to write more than one story at a time, that way you’re that much closer to finishing more than one book. Each of my WIPs have been started and have at least 500 words to them. At least.
21. Do you plan on writing for a while to come?
Yeah, my whole 200+ WIP list sort of demands it.
22. Would you ever write about a man and a woman?
I actually have an entire series that’s M/F. But it’s Historical/Interracial/M/F. I started writing it back in 2005 and I’m definitely going to finish it. I’ve got friends waiting on it.
23. Have you ever wanted to write any other types of books like horror, mystery?
Funny you should ask that. I have a book that I write in between everything else called: Evil’s
Midnight Kiss, and it’s a murder mystery. No romance, no sex. Just gritty, blood, gore, guts, murder, mystery, criminals and law enforcement.
24. Will there be more books like The Besties book you have written
Do you mean more in The Besties series or more romantic comedies? Because the answer is yes to the second and no to the first. The Besties was a standalone and while there are many who want more of Kelly and Hawk, they haven’t told me that there’s more to their story. Then again, The Tate Pack was only supposed to be 5 books and it’s now turned into this whole 30 book dynasty or whatever. So don’t quote me that there won’t be any more of The Besties because there might be.
As far as romantic comedies. Hell yeah. I can totally see me writing more of those. As a matter of fact my Ti Voglio Bene series is a romantic comedy series centered around a group of gay, Italian guy friends who all work in the restaurant business in some way. Hilarity, mayhem and foolishness will ensue.
25. What would you recommend to other people who would like to start writing for the first time?
Start writing. You’ll get better as you go on, but start writing. Write for yourself before you write for
anybody else and even if you never get published, if you write for the pure love and joy of writing,
then never stop.
26. On a rainy day when you feel like just laying in bed and cuddling what is your go to book? Ya know the one that always feels good?
Change of Heart by Mary Calmes. Every. Single. Time.
27. What are some of your favorite books? Not just recently but what books did you enjoy as a kid? teenager?
I loved “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein. The Secret Diary of Miranda Cheever. Any book by Brenda Jackson (especially her Delaney series). Any book by Zane. I was obsessed with William Shakespeare as a kid. The Hawk and the Jewel by Lori Wick. A Wife for Donnigan by Janette Oke. Love Comes Softly by Janette Oke. Bamboo and Lace by Lori Wick. Change of Heart series by Mary Calmes. The Matter of Time series by Mary Calmes. The Wolf Creek Pack series by Stormy Glenn. The Blachleah Brothers series by Stormy Glenn. The Haven series by Gabrielle Evans. The Marius Brothers by Joyee Flynn. The Farm series by Andrew Grey. Promise Rock series by Amy Lane. And the Bay City Paranormal series and Untamed Heart by Ally Blue.
28. Did you ever think you would become a published author? or did you always think it was only a "dream"?
I didn’t think I was ever going to be an author. I thought that I’d be a pastor or a teacher or a soldier or a business owner or a philanthropist and writing was going to be my hobby. I never thought that I’d be a published author and able to make a living at it. I’m humbled by the whole concept of it. I used to write little short stories and never let anyone read them because I thought they were stupid or that people would laugh at me but it’s great to know that there are people out there who want to read my stories. It’s amazing. I never thought it would happen.
29. If someone were to make you a present of a hardback print book of any book you like, which one would it be? or is limiting it to one an impossible task?
It is almost impossible, because I like so many books but I think if I got a hardback print book of
“Where the Sidewalk Ends” or “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein that would be the greatest gift because I loved that book when I was younger. I used to try to memorize everything in it so I could recite it for people. I just love the ideas and the stories and the lessons that float within that book. It would be like recapturing a part of my childhood.
30. If you could have any of your books presented to the Library of Congress and displayed in the great hall (or whatever they call it nowadays) which one would you pick?
Damn. Only one? Probably The Alpha King. Not just because it’s a fun book with lots of steamy man-sex but because of the fact that it starts off with humans appealing to other planets to save them from the destruction of Earth because they were going to die. All because they didn’t take care of the
Earth like they should have and Earth had turned on them. TAK has got a very good lesson in there… a few of them, and that’s the one I’d choose.
Thank you all for your questions! (And many thanks to my baby sis, L, who added the pictures to the blog) They were good questions and actually made me think before answering. And now…
WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD BE AN AUTHOR IN THE HOT SEAT?
Leave a comment to let us know who your choice is, the top three authors will be put in a poll and you guys can vote on who it is. After the author is chosen I'll start accepting questions to my email address: [email protected], please put "20 Questions for [Author's Name]" otherwise it's just going to get lost in the pile.
NEXT WEEK GABRIELLE EVANS WILL SIT DOWN WITH US AND ANSWER 20 QUESTIONS, SO YOU HAVE FROM TODAY UNTIL THURSDAY EVENING TO SEND ME QUESTIONS FOR HER TO CHOOSE FROM.
The week after The Purple Fantasy Den will welcome Lor Rose and then the week after that we'll be welcoming Stephani Hecht.
Also, leave a comment and be entered for a chance to win either my next release, Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 or any book from my backlist. I'll try to do this either every Monday, every other Monday or the last Monday in every month, depending on the authors and the questions (try not to be too filthy you all!)
Thanks for stopping buy! Hope to talk with you all next time!
-Vicktor Alexander
But to kick things off, I am throwing myself into the hot seat first and with 30 questions instead of the usual 20. And oh man, did it start off hot. You guys did NOT take it easy on me. Right out the gate, you went for the personal question (remember no personal questions unless the author gives you permission to do so):
1. Let’s start off with: how come you claim you are loveless when you are such an interesting man? - this is the only personal question I am going to ask.
LOL. I don’t honestly know how interesting I am. I think I’m kinda boring. I don’t really like going to clubs anymore. I’m much more of a theater, opera, movies, dinner, family time at home guy. I wouldn’t say I’m “loveless” (wow, where’d that term come from?) because I have the love of my daughter, family and friends, and that of my readers (I hope. You guys love me right?) but I AM single. This is not from lack of trying on my part, but I did just recently move to Polk county (Lakeland), Florida and it’s not really San Francisco when it comes to the gay community. Plus I don’t get out much and I’m always at home working. Honestly at this point, some guy would have to start a relationship with me online because that’s where I always am, and then slowly draw me out into the world.
2. Do you have a special someone? Or someones?
I have a lot of special people in my life. My daughter, my friends… oh, did you mean like “bow-chicka-wow-wow”? Oh, then, no. Not yet. I’m working on it though. I do have someone, Lor Rose, that I call my wifey, because she’s pretty much just like my wife, but other than her, no.
3. If what you really claim that there is really NO ONE, what would be your ideal?
Are we talking like dick size or personality traits? Because dick size I’d say anywhere from 8-12 inches. LOL. Personality wise: Someone who’s trustworthy, faithful, who doesn’t play games, who gives as well as takes (that’s a big thing), who’s open-minded, who wants a big family, who wants to settle down, who’s okay with not going out all the time, who loves to travel, who wants to help the world and make sure we leave it better than how we found it. Someone with a sense of humor, who wants kids (did I say that already?). Someone who is supportive, understanding, loving, caring, forgiving. Who is slow to anger, slow to judge, quick to love and quick to forgive. Someone not given into pettiness, who knows how to submit as well as how to lead and dominate. Someone who can be my champion, my hero, but who will also let me help and rescue them. Someone who I can vent to and know my words are safe with. Someone who will take care of me and who will let me take care of them. Someone who wants to be a husband and a father, not only to the children we will have together but to the daughter I already have.
So… pretty much somebody perfectly imperfect, you know, since John Barrowman is married and Shemar Moore is still under the assumption that he's not gay or at least bisexual.
4. Who are your favorite authors?
Oh man. This list is almost as long as my ideal man. (takes a deep breath): Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans, Ally Blue, Lynn Hagen, Jana Downs, Mary Calmes, Amy Lane, Andrew Grey, Toni Griffin, Piper Vaughn, TJ Klune, Cardeno C, Tara Lain, Tia Fielding, Joyee Flynn, Scarlet Hyacinth, Susan O’Mallery, Eloisa James, Brenda Jackson, Zane, Ariel Tachna, Lor Rose, Patricia Lynn, Jambrea Jo Jones, Jaime Samms, Lori Toland, Stephani Hecht, Carol Lynne, Jackie Nacht, Amber Kell, Stephanie Laurens, NJ Nielsen, Faith Aisling, Gale Stanley, Pelaam, Iyanna Jenna, Shawn Lane, Kimberly Gardner, SJD Peterson, Shae Connor, Kim Dare, AKM Miles, Marie Sexton, Heidi Cullinan, Xara X. Xanakas, and Charlie Richards, just to name a few off the top of my head.
5. Do you read MF or MFM books?
I do read some MF books, though not as much as I used to and only by a select few authors: Lisa Kleypas, Susan O’Mallery, Brenda Jackson, Eloisa James, Stephanie Laurens, Sabrina James, Zane
6. How about the FF genre?
I haven’t read any yet, but that’s only because I haven’t looked for any. I’m sure if someone mentioned or suggested one to me I’d read it if it sounded appealing to me. I mean the thought of two or more men getting it on is
definitely my biggest trigger, but love is love to me and the gender of a person is not really a deterrent to me anymore.7. It is quite noticeable that female writers of the MM genre outnumber that of men – why is that you think?
I think it’s because women outnumber the men in actually being the READERS of the genre and no one knows what a woman wants more than another woman (it’s why so many lesbians are happy. J/k. I jest… well… sorta). For a long time men were raised to believe that men were too busy working and providing for their families to do any type of recreational reading unless you were wealthy and then it was only action, horror, and mysteries. Then science fiction (if you were a nerd), or the paper or a book about sports. Romance was really a “woman’s private reading genre.” Something housewives read when the kids were napping or off at school and they’d finished cleaning. While we know that these images aren’t true, that’s the subconscious belief that I believe has been perpetrated and passed down from generation to generation. As more men, more gay men, realize that it’s okay to read romance, they’ll feel more at ease to write romance and then maybe the numbers will even out. Even so, the women writers we have now are FANTASTIC and I wouldn’t trade one of them for a male writer any day. Add to? Yes. Trade? Absolutely not.
8. I have noticed that there are only a handful of successful male MM genre writers out there, you being one of them. What makes you different?
I have absolutely no idea. When you find out let me know. LOL. I just know that I write what I like to read. I don't turn away from certain genres or ideas or pairings if it's something that I'd like to read. Hell, if I had a story I’d try to write a book about twelve men all falling in love with each other. Everyone's tastes are different. What I enjoy reading someone else might not. So what I enjoy writing is unique unto me, even if it's in the same genre as others. My stories are my own. I just know that while I write for my readers, I mostly write for myself. I write the stories that I would love to read if
someone else had written them. Stories with interracial couples, because I’m one half of an incomplete interracial couple. Stories where men can get pregnant because if a man could impregnate his lover and a woman could impregnate hers, so many things in this world would be different. I write about shifters because I love the idea of someone being created for someone else. The idea that a little possessiveness is okay. That there’s a beast inside of all of us just waiting to come out and growl and charge and snarl to protect our loved ones. I write it all, I don’t try to write like Chaucer or Alfred Lloyd Tennyson or even Shakespeare. I write how I talk. I write so that people can read it and understand what I’m saying. I write so that one day, when I’m old and starting to go even more senile than I already am, I’ll be able to read and understand my own damn writing. I think that appeals to readers when they don’t feel like the author is talking above their heads like we all speak in fifty-dollar words and they also don’t feel like the author is talking to them like they’re dumb. It’s that middle ground. That language, those stories, that line right in the middle and I cross it every so often because I don’t see it’s there, but I never stray too far in one direction.9. Why mpreg books? Of all things to write about, why this particular focus on men getting pregnant?
I think it’s fascinating. It all started with that movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger getting pregnant. You know the one, Junior. When I was a kid and I saw that movie, I was equal parts horrified and fascinated. Fascinated because I thought about how great it would be for a man to give birth to a child for the person that he loved and horrified because I could only conceive of one place for that baby to come out of and that was just DISGUSTING! LOL. I have since matured about things going in or coming out of that region and it’s still such an amazing, fascinating idea to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of a surrogate and adoption. I’ve done one and I’m making plans to do the other one very soon, within the next year, but the idea that two men could have sex with each other and create a child that’s a part of both of them, or three men or four men or five… you get the picture. We always hear how a woman getting pregnant is the most beautiful display of love and I always think of how it would be JUST as beautiful if a man did it.
10. When can we expect the next installments for the Wilgrin Chronicles and Passion’s Hero as we are on the topic of pregnant men?
LOL. They are both on my short list. I have to finish up the first two books in The Dom series, but after that I’ll be moving on to Passion’s Hero and HAIC and Wilgrin and Ti Voglio Bene and a host of other books that would take up too much space for me to name here.
11. Jumping to Marriage Groups – again, another mpreg series - do you think ménage relationships could work/could not work in real life?
I know they can. Not necessarily from personal experience, but when I was in college at USF, my freshman year, my roommate had a boyfriend and a girlfriend and last I heard they were still together and that was over 12 years ago. They fuss and fight, have disagreements and get mad just as much as other couples, no more and no less just because there are more people, but because there are more, there’s a lot more talking and communication required. The best thing for them is that there’s a lot more sex as well. Because if one of them isn’t up to it, but the other two are: YEEHAW!
12. Some actors cannot watch themselves onscreen – as an author, What goes through your mind’s eye when you read your own work?
Who told you that vicious lie that I read my own work?! LOL. I don’t really read my stuff once it’s published. I used to skim it for character information but that was before I discovered the wonder of the notes form (shared with me by Cherie Noel who I believe got it from another author). I listened to my book Unthinkable for the first time when Sean Crisden did the audio for me and I enjoyed it. I really did. Then I listened to the rest of the books he’d done for me as well. I also read The Alpha King… three times. I really loved that one. The reason I don’t read my own stuff is because I constantly catch mistakes or I berate myself over lines or descriptions or, what mostly happens, the entire book. I’ll get to the end and go “Why the FUCK would someone want to read that? That was utter garbage! They should never let me write again. Never buy anything of mine again!” And then I don’t want to write for a while and I go weeks without writing. See? Bad spiral. The good thing now is that I have all of these wonderful readers, who call themselves The Vicksters (yes, I call them that too) and they constantly encourage me. It’s awesome.
13. Have you ever thought of collaborating a book? If yes, who would be the author that you would want to work with? If no, why not?
Oh hell yeah! I’ve collaborated a series already but if I could write a book with anyone? Well I have a few on my list but I’m going to pick the top four: Mary Calmes, Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans and Ally Blue. The reason for this is because I have bought almost every book of each of these women at least twice, but more often than not four, five and six times (I bought one book of Ally’s six times and read it each time I bought it) because I love their writing so much. I love their characters. I love the way their characters stay with me even when the book is over. I love the way their writing speaks to me. And I love that I can tell you which book of theirs helped me through a painful situation or a low point in my life. I would be BEYOND honored to have my name on the cover with one of theirs.
14. If you were stranded on an island with 3 authors, 3 items, what would they be?
Only three authors? Well hell… Stormy Glenn, Gabrielle Evans and TJ Klune would be my three authors. Stormy and Gabrielle because we’d eat, drink and be merry and TJ because he’d keep me
laughing so hard I’d forget I was stranded on an island. The three items would be: An endless supply of liquor. An endless supply of food, and a cellphone that I would hide until the right moment to call for help. Or no, a laptop. Because I’d make them all sit down and write whatever book of theirs I’m waiting on (Stormy: Viking Lore, Book 2. Gabrielle: Boomshackalaka-LOL. TJ: BOATK 3 or Elementally Evolved 2.).15. What is your favorite genre to write about? Shifters, Scifi or like alpha king a mix of both?
I love trying to see how many genres I can mix into one book or one series. I love shifters with a passion, but I grew up a Trekkie child and so Scifi is in my blood. Mixing them together gave me delightful little author mini-multiple orgasms. But I don’t really have a favorite to write. I just write whatever. Although if interracial is a genre, that would probably be my favorite because in so many different romance books (except for African-American romances), black characters aren’t written about. And in the M/M genre it’s starting to grow and more authors are writing about them (Charlie Richards is like my she-ro when it comes to this and Ally Blue’s Graceland is amazing and so is Mary Calmes’s Mine) but I want it to be to the point where writing an interracial couple or writing a black gay character or writing a black main character in a romance isn’t abnormal or seen as a “extraordinary situation” but it’s the norm. I want my daughter to come and tell me about how many book covers she saw in the bookstore with couples of all ethnicities, genders, sexualities and beliefs on them.
16. If you couldn't write what would you do?
Well if that last answer didn’t clue you in… I’d be a diplomat or a philanthropist. I’d be a business owner. Own a restaurant, a club or something and then take the money and pour it into a charity or group home or something. I’d make sure I was doing my part to help to change the world for the
better.17. What is your favorite thing to do to decompress from life(stress)
Smoke (yes, I know it’s bad for you but it’s what I do to decompress). Read. Take a long hot shower. Sing along with my music, listen to a movie, do Yoga.
18. How long have you wanted to be a writer?
It all started when I was ten. About nineteen years ago. My family and I were on a road trip on the way back from a family reunion. My brother and sisters were making a lot of noise in the car and it was starting to bug my mother and grandmother so I, being the eldest, decided to tell them a story to get them to go to sleep and quiet down. I didn’t like any of the stories that I could remember so I told a story about a young girl named Lisa, who destroyed the world with her breath. The story made my entire family laugh so I moved on to a story about a young boy named Stephen, who destroyed the world with his body odor. And then one about a girl named Tina, who destroyed the world with her stinky feet. Those stories got us about halfway where we needed to go and then after that I told the story about a little girl who had a doll and the doll’s eyes would come to life at night and terrorize the town. When we got home and no one left the car, not even the adults, until I’d finished telling the story, I realized then that perhaps I should try to be a writer.
19. What made you start to write about paranormals?
A couple of things actually. I loved reading about paranormals so of course I wanted to write about them. It’s my response to the whole Twilight thing and my obsession with True Blood. Then there was the whole someone created just for you thing that I mentioned above. But quite frankly it was Mary Calmes’ Change of Heart series and Stormy Glenn’s Wolf Creek Pack series.
20. Do you write about more than one story at a time?
Of course I do. When you have a WIP list that might last you for the next ten or more years, you have to write more than one story at a time, that way you’re that much closer to finishing more than one book. Each of my WIPs have been started and have at least 500 words to them. At least.
21. Do you plan on writing for a while to come?
Yeah, my whole 200+ WIP list sort of demands it.
22. Would you ever write about a man and a woman?
I actually have an entire series that’s M/F. But it’s Historical/Interracial/M/F. I started writing it back in 2005 and I’m definitely going to finish it. I’ve got friends waiting on it.
23. Have you ever wanted to write any other types of books like horror, mystery?
Funny you should ask that. I have a book that I write in between everything else called: Evil’s
Midnight Kiss, and it’s a murder mystery. No romance, no sex. Just gritty, blood, gore, guts, murder, mystery, criminals and law enforcement.24. Will there be more books like The Besties book you have written
Do you mean more in The Besties series or more romantic comedies? Because the answer is yes to the second and no to the first. The Besties was a standalone and while there are many who want more of Kelly and Hawk, they haven’t told me that there’s more to their story. Then again, The Tate Pack was only supposed to be 5 books and it’s now turned into this whole 30 book dynasty or whatever. So don’t quote me that there won’t be any more of The Besties because there might be.
As far as romantic comedies. Hell yeah. I can totally see me writing more of those. As a matter of fact my Ti Voglio Bene series is a romantic comedy series centered around a group of gay, Italian guy friends who all work in the restaurant business in some way. Hilarity, mayhem and foolishness will ensue.
25. What would you recommend to other people who would like to start writing for the first time?
Start writing. You’ll get better as you go on, but start writing. Write for yourself before you write for
anybody else and even if you never get published, if you write for the pure love and joy of writing,
then never stop.
26. On a rainy day when you feel like just laying in bed and cuddling what is your go to book? Ya know the one that always feels good?
Change of Heart by Mary Calmes. Every. Single. Time.
27. What are some of your favorite books? Not just recently but what books did you enjoy as a kid? teenager?
I loved “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein. The Secret Diary of Miranda Cheever. Any book by Brenda Jackson (especially her Delaney series). Any book by Zane. I was obsessed with William Shakespeare as a kid. The Hawk and the Jewel by Lori Wick. A Wife for Donnigan by Janette Oke. Love Comes Softly by Janette Oke. Bamboo and Lace by Lori Wick. Change of Heart series by Mary Calmes. The Matter of Time series by Mary Calmes. The Wolf Creek Pack series by Stormy Glenn. The Blachleah Brothers series by Stormy Glenn. The Haven series by Gabrielle Evans. The Marius Brothers by Joyee Flynn. The Farm series by Andrew Grey. Promise Rock series by Amy Lane. And the Bay City Paranormal series and Untamed Heart by Ally Blue.
28. Did you ever think you would become a published author? or did you always think it was only a "dream"?
I didn’t think I was ever going to be an author. I thought that I’d be a pastor or a teacher or a soldier or a business owner or a philanthropist and writing was going to be my hobby. I never thought that I’d be a published author and able to make a living at it. I’m humbled by the whole concept of it. I used to write little short stories and never let anyone read them because I thought they were stupid or that people would laugh at me but it’s great to know that there are people out there who want to read my stories. It’s amazing. I never thought it would happen.
29. If someone were to make you a present of a hardback print book of any book you like, which one would it be? or is limiting it to one an impossible task?
It is almost impossible, because I like so many books but I think if I got a hardback print book of
“Where the Sidewalk Ends” or “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein that would be the greatest gift because I loved that book when I was younger. I used to try to memorize everything in it so I could recite it for people. I just love the ideas and the stories and the lessons that float within that book. It would be like recapturing a part of my childhood.30. If you could have any of your books presented to the Library of Congress and displayed in the great hall (or whatever they call it nowadays) which one would you pick?
Damn. Only one? Probably The Alpha King. Not just because it’s a fun book with lots of steamy man-sex but because of the fact that it starts off with humans appealing to other planets to save them from the destruction of Earth because they were going to die. All because they didn’t take care of the
Earth like they should have and Earth had turned on them. TAK has got a very good lesson in there… a few of them, and that’s the one I’d choose.Thank you all for your questions! (And many thanks to my baby sis, L, who added the pictures to the blog) They were good questions and actually made me think before answering. And now…
WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD BE AN AUTHOR IN THE HOT SEAT?
Leave a comment to let us know who your choice is, the top three authors will be put in a poll and you guys can vote on who it is. After the author is chosen I'll start accepting questions to my email address: [email protected], please put "20 Questions for [Author's Name]" otherwise it's just going to get lost in the pile.
NEXT WEEK GABRIELLE EVANS WILL SIT DOWN WITH US AND ANSWER 20 QUESTIONS, SO YOU HAVE FROM TODAY UNTIL THURSDAY EVENING TO SEND ME QUESTIONS FOR HER TO CHOOSE FROM.
The week after The Purple Fantasy Den will welcome Lor Rose and then the week after that we'll be welcoming Stephani Hecht.
Also, leave a comment and be entered for a chance to win either my next release, Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 or any book from my backlist. I'll try to do this either every Monday, every other Monday or the last Monday in every month, depending on the authors and the questions (try not to be too filthy you all!)
Thanks for stopping buy! Hope to talk with you all next time!
-Vicktor Alexander
May 18, 2013
Reminder of Gale Stanley Interview & Giveaway
Just wanted to remind you all about the interview with Gale Stanley that I did yesterday:
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May 17, 2013
Guest Post: Author Gale Stanley!
Hi all,
First I’d like to say a big thank you to Vic for helping me celebrate tomorrow's release of Symbiotic Mates 2: Peter and the Wolf. This series has been on hold for a while, and I'm thrilled that Siren is releasing the newly edited and expanded versions of the stories. Every celebration deserves a giveaway and this is no exception. Post a comment or a question and include your email address for a chance to win the first two ebooks in the series.
Now I'm ready to hop on the hot seat. Fire away!
What are 2 things that must be next to you for you to write?
That's an easy one. My two Tonkinese cats—Buffy and Spike. If they're next to me, all is good, but sometimes they decide they want more attention and they plop themselves down on my laptop. Then I don't get much writing done.
Do you prefer writing about perfect characters or flawed ones and why?
When it comes to writing—or reading—I prefer flawed characters. After all, none of us are perfect. I've always sympathized with the tortured hero, and if he's a supernatural being, so much the better. My love for dark, sexy paranormal heroes goes way back. I’ve been fascinated by fangs and fur since I first watched Lon Chaney Jr. transform into the Wolf Man. The contrast of feral predator with vulnerable human is intriguing. Troubled and broken characters grab at my heartstrings, and I want to fix them. I love when the characters finally overcome all their obstacles and get their happy ending.
Is it easier or harder to write the series books because of the world building that's taken place?
I always try to create a well-defined world for my characters, but my process is a little weird. When I start writing the first book, I focus on the characters and the story as if it were a standalone. Usually it’s the supporting characters that start planting the seeds of another book or books. Those voices in my head get louder and start clamoring for attention. That’s when I know I have a series on my hands.
Which was harder to write, the sex scenes involving multiple partners or the scenes between two guys?
Every sex scene has its challenges, no matter how many partners. The biggest challenge is to keep the scenes unique so the story doesn’t start sounding like a how-to book. I try to focus on the characters and their personalities. Their emotional response and sexual chemistry can add a whole new dimension.
When there're more than two lovers in a scene, I may do some research—on the internet. I always make sure every position I put my guys in, is doable. And then there are the pesky pronouns. Using he all the time can get confusing, so I mix it up with the character's names and physical descriptions.
Do you have a particular fondness for any of your characters? Who is nearest and dearest to your heart?
I love them all, but Jack Monroe and Alex James in Point of Beginning have a special place in my heart. Jack is a computer geek, a CAD technician in a survey construction office. Alex James is a hot construction surveyor, who moonlights as a stripper. I did both of those jobs myself (not the stripper), and I modeled their office after the one I worked in. Working with fifty-some men was a real trip. My co-workers were crazier than any I could make up, but I took bits and pieces of them, and put them into Jack and Alex. Last year, one of my closest friends went to that last stakeout in the sky, and I dedicated the book to him. Miss you, big guy.
Did you always know you were going to write erotic stories, or was it something you discovered along the way?
I always read a lot, and wrote my own stories. For a number of years I reviewed erotic romance and science-fiction for RT magazine. That's where I developed a love for explicit romantic stories. But the first stories I sold were personal memoirs published in the Cup of Comfort Anthologies. Talk about putting yourself out there, these were real snapshots from my life and they were about as far from erotic as you could get. But getting them published motivated me to write my first novel, which was a paranormal MF romance about wolf-shifters. I put explicit sexual scenes in the book because I had enjoyed reading and reviewing them. I think it's great that today we can give readers the whole package, an emotional love story and a look inside the bedroom—or wherever.
Please tell us about the projects you are currently working on; what can readers expect to see in the coming months?
Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer will be out June 8th, followed by Damian and the Doctor, Kade and the Captives and Lane and the Lycans. And then it's back to work on book 7, which will be a brand new addition to the series. I'm also working on The Gentlemen's Club 3, which is St Clair's story and TomCats 5, a story about critically endangered Florida Panthers that are being hunted by poachers. When one of the cat-shifters at TomCats finds out, he decides to rescue the panthers, but he ends up in danger himself.
Your work is very popular with readers and reviewers; how does it feel to have such positive recognition for your work?
It's the best thing in the world! I've gotten through some really bad times by escaping with a book. Knowing I can do that for someone else is an amazing feeling. I appreciate each and every reader and I love to hear from them. Please leave a comment with your email address so I can give away some books on Monday May 20th.
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Symbiotic Mates 2: Peter and the Wolf
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]
What happens when your blood adversary turns out to be your fated blood mate?
Tyler Woods tends bar at the Wolf Den to fill his lonely nights, but he still hasn’t given up on finding a mate. He had his eye on Hunter, a pack enforcer, but his friend killed a pack mate and found sanctuary at the Colony, home of the vampires. The alpha calls Hunter a traitor and wants him back dead or alive, but Tyler doesn't believe it. He allows himself to be captured in order to find out the truth. Instead he’s thrown into a dungeon and branded a blood slave to a blonde-haired vampire who wants more than blood.
Peter Shaw is a turned vampire, living at the Colony. When Tyler is put in his care, his human side surfaces and pity turns to love. An unlikely alliance is forged, and the line between captor and captive blurs.
Available at Bookstrand:http://www.bookstrand.com/symbiotic-mates-2-peter-and-the-wolf
Excerpt
The odor of rotten eggs tickled Peter’s nostrils as he descended the stairway.
Sulfur.
He loathed the subterranean chambers—the stink, the cold stone, and the claustrophobic feeling of interment. Once again, he asked himself why the hell he was doing this. There was no sane answer. Just pure stupidity. He’d been there yesterday when the lycan was captured, and he’d been hit with a jolt of déjà vu that made his head spin. One quick glance was all it took to recognize the fantasy lover from his erotic dreams. This was the face and body that had gotten him hot and hard when he was servicing Johns on the city streets. He’d leaned over for a closer look and knew for sure.
It was the wolf’s eyes. The same dark burnished gold that had captivated him in his dreams. Now, they were full of so much anger, they were almost black. And so fucking mesmerizing, Peter hadn’t noticed anything else. Not even the wolf’s big, and very naked, body. Those damn eyes…
At one time, Peter had thought Ethan might be the man of his dreams, but Ethan turned out to be a cruel and sadistic lover. Fortunately, Peter’s maker had tired of him in a short time and Peter had come to believe that his dream lover was only a figment of his overactive imagination.
Damn!
He would never have thought such a man existed in real life—until he laid eyes on the lycan. At the time, there was no way he could let Talon kill the man. Now Peter realized he might have been wrong to save the lycan’s life. A life under Ethan’s control could be worse than death. Overwhelmed with pity, the prisoner’s plight had tugged on his heartstrings. Peter knew what it felt like to be under Ethan’s thumb, and the bit of humanity that still warmed his heart wouldn’t let him rest until he made sure the man was okay.
Happy Reading! Gale
First I’d like to say a big thank you to Vic for helping me celebrate tomorrow's release of Symbiotic Mates 2: Peter and the Wolf. This series has been on hold for a while, and I'm thrilled that Siren is releasing the newly edited and expanded versions of the stories. Every celebration deserves a giveaway and this is no exception. Post a comment or a question and include your email address for a chance to win the first two ebooks in the series.
Now I'm ready to hop on the hot seat. Fire away!
What are 2 things that must be next to you for you to write?
That's an easy one. My two Tonkinese cats—Buffy and Spike. If they're next to me, all is good, but sometimes they decide they want more attention and they plop themselves down on my laptop. Then I don't get much writing done.
Do you prefer writing about perfect characters or flawed ones and why?
When it comes to writing—or reading—I prefer flawed characters. After all, none of us are perfect. I've always sympathized with the tortured hero, and if he's a supernatural being, so much the better. My love for dark, sexy paranormal heroes goes way back. I’ve been fascinated by fangs and fur since I first watched Lon Chaney Jr. transform into the Wolf Man. The contrast of feral predator with vulnerable human is intriguing. Troubled and broken characters grab at my heartstrings, and I want to fix them. I love when the characters finally overcome all their obstacles and get their happy ending.
Is it easier or harder to write the series books because of the world building that's taken place?
I always try to create a well-defined world for my characters, but my process is a little weird. When I start writing the first book, I focus on the characters and the story as if it were a standalone. Usually it’s the supporting characters that start planting the seeds of another book or books. Those voices in my head get louder and start clamoring for attention. That’s when I know I have a series on my hands.
Which was harder to write, the sex scenes involving multiple partners or the scenes between two guys?
Every sex scene has its challenges, no matter how many partners. The biggest challenge is to keep the scenes unique so the story doesn’t start sounding like a how-to book. I try to focus on the characters and their personalities. Their emotional response and sexual chemistry can add a whole new dimension.
When there're more than two lovers in a scene, I may do some research—on the internet. I always make sure every position I put my guys in, is doable. And then there are the pesky pronouns. Using he all the time can get confusing, so I mix it up with the character's names and physical descriptions.
Do you have a particular fondness for any of your characters? Who is nearest and dearest to your heart?
I love them all, but Jack Monroe and Alex James in Point of Beginning have a special place in my heart. Jack is a computer geek, a CAD technician in a survey construction office. Alex James is a hot construction surveyor, who moonlights as a stripper. I did both of those jobs myself (not the stripper), and I modeled their office after the one I worked in. Working with fifty-some men was a real trip. My co-workers were crazier than any I could make up, but I took bits and pieces of them, and put them into Jack and Alex. Last year, one of my closest friends went to that last stakeout in the sky, and I dedicated the book to him. Miss you, big guy.
Did you always know you were going to write erotic stories, or was it something you discovered along the way?
I always read a lot, and wrote my own stories. For a number of years I reviewed erotic romance and science-fiction for RT magazine. That's where I developed a love for explicit romantic stories. But the first stories I sold were personal memoirs published in the Cup of Comfort Anthologies. Talk about putting yourself out there, these were real snapshots from my life and they were about as far from erotic as you could get. But getting them published motivated me to write my first novel, which was a paranormal MF romance about wolf-shifters. I put explicit sexual scenes in the book because I had enjoyed reading and reviewing them. I think it's great that today we can give readers the whole package, an emotional love story and a look inside the bedroom—or wherever.
Please tell us about the projects you are currently working on; what can readers expect to see in the coming months?
Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer will be out June 8th, followed by Damian and the Doctor, Kade and the Captives and Lane and the Lycans. And then it's back to work on book 7, which will be a brand new addition to the series. I'm also working on The Gentlemen's Club 3, which is St Clair's story and TomCats 5, a story about critically endangered Florida Panthers that are being hunted by poachers. When one of the cat-shifters at TomCats finds out, he decides to rescue the panthers, but he ends up in danger himself.
Your work is very popular with readers and reviewers; how does it feel to have such positive recognition for your work?
It's the best thing in the world! I've gotten through some really bad times by escaping with a book. Knowing I can do that for someone else is an amazing feeling. I appreciate each and every reader and I love to hear from them. Please leave a comment with your email address so I can give away some books on Monday May 20th.
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Symbiotic Mates 2: Peter and the Wolf
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]
What happens when your blood adversary turns out to be your fated blood mate?
Tyler Woods tends bar at the Wolf Den to fill his lonely nights, but he still hasn’t given up on finding a mate. He had his eye on Hunter, a pack enforcer, but his friend killed a pack mate and found sanctuary at the Colony, home of the vampires. The alpha calls Hunter a traitor and wants him back dead or alive, but Tyler doesn't believe it. He allows himself to be captured in order to find out the truth. Instead he’s thrown into a dungeon and branded a blood slave to a blonde-haired vampire who wants more than blood. Peter Shaw is a turned vampire, living at the Colony. When Tyler is put in his care, his human side surfaces and pity turns to love. An unlikely alliance is forged, and the line between captor and captive blurs.
Available at Bookstrand:http://www.bookstrand.com/symbiotic-mates-2-peter-and-the-wolf
Excerpt
The odor of rotten eggs tickled Peter’s nostrils as he descended the stairway.
Sulfur.
He loathed the subterranean chambers—the stink, the cold stone, and the claustrophobic feeling of interment. Once again, he asked himself why the hell he was doing this. There was no sane answer. Just pure stupidity. He’d been there yesterday when the lycan was captured, and he’d been hit with a jolt of déjà vu that made his head spin. One quick glance was all it took to recognize the fantasy lover from his erotic dreams. This was the face and body that had gotten him hot and hard when he was servicing Johns on the city streets. He’d leaned over for a closer look and knew for sure.
It was the wolf’s eyes. The same dark burnished gold that had captivated him in his dreams. Now, they were full of so much anger, they were almost black. And so fucking mesmerizing, Peter hadn’t noticed anything else. Not even the wolf’s big, and very naked, body. Those damn eyes…
At one time, Peter had thought Ethan might be the man of his dreams, but Ethan turned out to be a cruel and sadistic lover. Fortunately, Peter’s maker had tired of him in a short time and Peter had come to believe that his dream lover was only a figment of his overactive imagination.
Damn!
He would never have thought such a man existed in real life—until he laid eyes on the lycan. At the time, there was no way he could let Talon kill the man. Now Peter realized he might have been wrong to save the lycan’s life. A life under Ethan’s control could be worse than death. Overwhelmed with pity, the prisoner’s plight had tugged on his heartstrings. Peter knew what it felt like to be under Ethan’s thumb, and the bit of humanity that still warmed his heart wouldn’t let him rest until he made sure the man was okay.
Happy Reading! Gale
Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia: Homophobia and Transphobia in Religion
Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia
-Leave a comment for a chance to win either a copy of Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 (when it releases) or any book from my backlist as well as $20 in Strandbucks to be used over at Bookstrand. Contest ends May 27th at 11:59pm, est.
-I will have a separate post to announce the winner, which I will do on May 28th. When I have announced the winner, I will contact the winner using the email that they have left in their comment
Homophobia and Transphobia in Religion
It's that time of the year again. The international day against homophobia and transphobia. Here's the link to the site: http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/
Last year I did a couple of posts, one of which I talked about my experience coming out and living as a transgender male.
This year I wanted to talk about the war that takes place daily within and outside of myself as a transgender gay man who is also a Messianic Jew. I grew up hearing about all of the evil things out there created to corrupt my soul (did you know that the Smurfs were evil? Yep, they use magic and magic is witchcraft which is evil.) and after I turned ten my parents latched onto the homosexual issue and my birth mother began to constantly ask my siblings and I what we would do if we had a female friend who went away and came back with a guy's name, dressing like a guy. I didn't know then that my parents had their suspicions about me, that the "deep" voice I had even as a kid and a teenager gave them pause in addition to other things. I do know that I was the child that they seemed to always worry about. Granted, I went through a lot, suffered a lot of pain, heartbreak, hell and torment and didn't really handle it well (a story for another day) but their almost obsessive need to make sure that I looked, acted, dressed and lived like a "girl" or a "woman" and the Scriptures they constantly brought up was slightly overboard.
So many Christians, conservatives, Republicans, and other fanatical religious groups (Jews, Muslims, Hindus, just to name a few) constantly talk about, condemn and disparage those of us who love differently from them. Those of us who struggle to live our truth. We know that love is love but for them, love is a man and a woman, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They use Scripture, either the Holy Bible, the Torah, the Qu'ran, or other holy texts to justify their bigotry. I know some of the ones that get thrown around a lot is Roman 1:26-27, 1 Corinthians 6:9 and Leviticus 20:13. Now, there are more that people use but these are the ones that are most consistently brought up. Now I could go off on a tangent and point out how the Scriptures were mistranslated from their original text into the English we have today, how those who translated the Bible were oftentimes anti-Semitic or extremely religious. I can even point out that much of the New Testament is not necessarily "the word of YHVH" but is merely the writer's interpretation of what he thought he heard YHVH [God] say.
I'm not going to though. I'm going to talk about the fact that people use religion to justify their hatred, their judgmental, condescending, bigoted attitudes. One of the biggest reasons that I hesitated on coming out to my family was because of how religious they are and the fact that I knew they would not take it well. They didn't. Over a year has gone by since then and while I am back with my biological family, none of their beliefs have changed, though their handling of the issue has.
There used to be a time when every day my birth mother was talking about "the homosexual agenda," my stepdad was talking about how "disgusting" the thought of two men being together was (while at the same time licking his lips and fantasizing over the image of two women-hypocritical, yes, I know) and other members of my family would turn up their noses at the thought that anyone they knew or saw was gay. Transgenders didn't exist in my family. It wasn't acknowledged or accepted, not just in family members but in anyone that they knew. "God made you the way you are and He doesn't make mistakes."
When I began talking to my birth mother again one of the biggest things I pointed out to her was that YHVH made me a man but that biology screwed up and made me a woman. She didn't understand that until we sat down and talked one day. That talk came about because I told her that I still listened to the Torah every day, still listened to gospel or Hebrew music, it was just that now I could listen to it and accept it as being applied to me.
But wait, Vic! You said you're a transgender male homosexual, how can you possibly still be into religion?
Yeah, my birth mom pretty much asked me the same thing.
Contrary to popular belief, being a transgender man who craves sex with other men (yes, I put craves, it's been a while for me people) does not prevent me from being a Messianic Jew. If anything, having accepted my truth, it makes it much easier for me to accept the truth of a Higher Power. It makes it easier to believe in YHVH. It makes it easier for me to pray and to listen to the Torah without cringing the entire time.
And yes, I hear constantly that all of the medical issues and the fact that I went blind last year is all due to the fact that I'm "outside of the will of God" (yes, they said that to me) and that as soon as I return to "the path of righteousness" that everything will clear up, but here's the thing, I don't believe in a God that would punish someone for living their truth. I don't believe in a God who would curse someone for loving someone else. The God I believe in, YHVH [In the Tanakh, YHVH is the personal name of God- Yod, Hey, Vav, Hey-the Unutterable Name), is a deity who loves His creation. He does not curse them, or punish them for loving someone or living their truth, He did not allow Hurricane Katrina to occur, or AIDS to be spread to punish people, to punish a nation or a generation (contrary to what Pat Robertson says). You see, the YHVH I believe in loves His children and wants us to live our truth.
But having to face those who don't believe the same thing can be difficult. The underhanded jibes I receive daily. The refusal to call me by the correct pronoun or even the correct name (I went through all of the trouble to have my name changed and they don't even acknowledge it unless they have to) makes it very hard to be around my biological family. The discussions, heated debates and arguments that take place almost every day about homosexuality, transgenderism and religion is enough to make me want to pull my hair out or take other measures to just make it stop.
But then, there's that sliver of hope. An offhanded statement: You were right that if Jesus were alive today he would be pro-choice and for marriage equality. He was all about free-will and he would want everyone to have the option to do the right thing even if he didn't agree with it. An offer to help: I'll take you to the hospital to have your T-shot injected. A gesture of support: I'll let you get back to writing. What are you writing? I bought your books and read everything but the sex part. I told my friend that you were a really good writer and that you write about gay romance...
All of these things keep hope alive that maybe, just maybe, something is getting through.
With more and more organizations and churches standing up to say that they support marriage equality, after decades, hundreds of years, millennia of homosexuality being a crime, one that in ancient times was worthy of death, we have come a long way when pastors and other religious members and leaders are now supporting not only marriage equality but the gay lifestyle as well.
It sucks to have someone tell you that you're an abomination for loving someone or for living your truth (or in my case, doing both), but the saying is right: It Gets Better. It really does. We have to stay the course, keep up the fight and do what those Christians, conservatives, Republicans, and other religious groups are failing to do: Judge not and love.
Because what they have forgotten (and what I love to point out to them) is that Jesus ate with those who were different from the pharisees and sadducees. He ate and drank with them, he hung out with them, and the only people he ever got angry with were the "religious" ones. Why? Because they had essentially turned the temple into a place it was not meant to be. They had corrupted the very religion they were so proud of.
Sound familiar?
So yes, we face scorn, ridicule and hatred from the religious right. They can call us abominations, try to condemn us to hell, but as long as we continue to live our truth, continue to love, continue to fight with kindness and unwavering determination, there is absolutely nothing that we cannot accomplish. Even staring down into the hateful visage of homophobia and transphobia and telling them that they are no longer welcomed in our world. And while I know that not everyone shares my faith and beliefs, I respect them for theirs as I hope they respect me for mine. We are all a huge salad bowl of differences and experiences, attractions and expectations, childhoods and adulthoods that all make us who we are today. Let us honor that, and each other, as we take a stand against them.
Yes, they're out there: homophobia and transphobia, but I believe, I truly, truly believe that if we stay the course, continue in our fight for justice, support each other, and keep each other encouraged that one day there won't be a need for this hop at all.
All the Best and All my Love,
-Vicktor Alexander
-Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win either a copy of Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 (when it releases) or any book from my backlist as well as $20 in Strandbucks to be used over at Bookstrand. Contest ends May 27th at 11:59pm, est.
-I will have a separate post to announce the winner, which I will do on May 28th. When I have announced the winner, I will contact the winner using the email that they have left in their comment. -Also, don't forget to go and check out the other hops. There are a lot of giveaways going on! I'm sure you'll enjoy them.
Here's the link to the main blog: http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot....
-Leave a comment for a chance to win either a copy of Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 (when it releases) or any book from my backlist as well as $20 in Strandbucks to be used over at Bookstrand. Contest ends May 27th at 11:59pm, est.
-I will have a separate post to announce the winner, which I will do on May 28th. When I have announced the winner, I will contact the winner using the email that they have left in their comment
Homophobia and Transphobia in Religion
It's that time of the year again. The international day against homophobia and transphobia. Here's the link to the site: http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/
Last year I did a couple of posts, one of which I talked about my experience coming out and living as a transgender male.
This year I wanted to talk about the war that takes place daily within and outside of myself as a transgender gay man who is also a Messianic Jew. I grew up hearing about all of the evil things out there created to corrupt my soul (did you know that the Smurfs were evil? Yep, they use magic and magic is witchcraft which is evil.) and after I turned ten my parents latched onto the homosexual issue and my birth mother began to constantly ask my siblings and I what we would do if we had a female friend who went away and came back with a guy's name, dressing like a guy. I didn't know then that my parents had their suspicions about me, that the "deep" voice I had even as a kid and a teenager gave them pause in addition to other things. I do know that I was the child that they seemed to always worry about. Granted, I went through a lot, suffered a lot of pain, heartbreak, hell and torment and didn't really handle it well (a story for another day) but their almost obsessive need to make sure that I looked, acted, dressed and lived like a "girl" or a "woman" and the Scriptures they constantly brought up was slightly overboard.
So many Christians, conservatives, Republicans, and other fanatical religious groups (Jews, Muslims, Hindus, just to name a few) constantly talk about, condemn and disparage those of us who love differently from them. Those of us who struggle to live our truth. We know that love is love but for them, love is a man and a woman, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They use Scripture, either the Holy Bible, the Torah, the Qu'ran, or other holy texts to justify their bigotry. I know some of the ones that get thrown around a lot is Roman 1:26-27, 1 Corinthians 6:9 and Leviticus 20:13. Now, there are more that people use but these are the ones that are most consistently brought up. Now I could go off on a tangent and point out how the Scriptures were mistranslated from their original text into the English we have today, how those who translated the Bible were oftentimes anti-Semitic or extremely religious. I can even point out that much of the New Testament is not necessarily "the word of YHVH" but is merely the writer's interpretation of what he thought he heard YHVH [God] say.
I'm not going to though. I'm going to talk about the fact that people use religion to justify their hatred, their judgmental, condescending, bigoted attitudes. One of the biggest reasons that I hesitated on coming out to my family was because of how religious they are and the fact that I knew they would not take it well. They didn't. Over a year has gone by since then and while I am back with my biological family, none of their beliefs have changed, though their handling of the issue has.
There used to be a time when every day my birth mother was talking about "the homosexual agenda," my stepdad was talking about how "disgusting" the thought of two men being together was (while at the same time licking his lips and fantasizing over the image of two women-hypocritical, yes, I know) and other members of my family would turn up their noses at the thought that anyone they knew or saw was gay. Transgenders didn't exist in my family. It wasn't acknowledged or accepted, not just in family members but in anyone that they knew. "God made you the way you are and He doesn't make mistakes."
When I began talking to my birth mother again one of the biggest things I pointed out to her was that YHVH made me a man but that biology screwed up and made me a woman. She didn't understand that until we sat down and talked one day. That talk came about because I told her that I still listened to the Torah every day, still listened to gospel or Hebrew music, it was just that now I could listen to it and accept it as being applied to me.
But wait, Vic! You said you're a transgender male homosexual, how can you possibly still be into religion?
Yeah, my birth mom pretty much asked me the same thing.
Contrary to popular belief, being a transgender man who craves sex with other men (yes, I put craves, it's been a while for me people) does not prevent me from being a Messianic Jew. If anything, having accepted my truth, it makes it much easier for me to accept the truth of a Higher Power. It makes it easier to believe in YHVH. It makes it easier for me to pray and to listen to the Torah without cringing the entire time.
And yes, I hear constantly that all of the medical issues and the fact that I went blind last year is all due to the fact that I'm "outside of the will of God" (yes, they said that to me) and that as soon as I return to "the path of righteousness" that everything will clear up, but here's the thing, I don't believe in a God that would punish someone for living their truth. I don't believe in a God who would curse someone for loving someone else. The God I believe in, YHVH [In the Tanakh, YHVH is the personal name of God- Yod, Hey, Vav, Hey-the Unutterable Name), is a deity who loves His creation. He does not curse them, or punish them for loving someone or living their truth, He did not allow Hurricane Katrina to occur, or AIDS to be spread to punish people, to punish a nation or a generation (contrary to what Pat Robertson says). You see, the YHVH I believe in loves His children and wants us to live our truth.
But having to face those who don't believe the same thing can be difficult. The underhanded jibes I receive daily. The refusal to call me by the correct pronoun or even the correct name (I went through all of the trouble to have my name changed and they don't even acknowledge it unless they have to) makes it very hard to be around my biological family. The discussions, heated debates and arguments that take place almost every day about homosexuality, transgenderism and religion is enough to make me want to pull my hair out or take other measures to just make it stop.
But then, there's that sliver of hope. An offhanded statement: You were right that if Jesus were alive today he would be pro-choice and for marriage equality. He was all about free-will and he would want everyone to have the option to do the right thing even if he didn't agree with it. An offer to help: I'll take you to the hospital to have your T-shot injected. A gesture of support: I'll let you get back to writing. What are you writing? I bought your books and read everything but the sex part. I told my friend that you were a really good writer and that you write about gay romance...
All of these things keep hope alive that maybe, just maybe, something is getting through.
With more and more organizations and churches standing up to say that they support marriage equality, after decades, hundreds of years, millennia of homosexuality being a crime, one that in ancient times was worthy of death, we have come a long way when pastors and other religious members and leaders are now supporting not only marriage equality but the gay lifestyle as well.
It sucks to have someone tell you that you're an abomination for loving someone or for living your truth (or in my case, doing both), but the saying is right: It Gets Better. It really does. We have to stay the course, keep up the fight and do what those Christians, conservatives, Republicans, and other religious groups are failing to do: Judge not and love.
Because what they have forgotten (and what I love to point out to them) is that Jesus ate with those who were different from the pharisees and sadducees. He ate and drank with them, he hung out with them, and the only people he ever got angry with were the "religious" ones. Why? Because they had essentially turned the temple into a place it was not meant to be. They had corrupted the very religion they were so proud of.
Sound familiar?
So yes, we face scorn, ridicule and hatred from the religious right. They can call us abominations, try to condemn us to hell, but as long as we continue to live our truth, continue to love, continue to fight with kindness and unwavering determination, there is absolutely nothing that we cannot accomplish. Even staring down into the hateful visage of homophobia and transphobia and telling them that they are no longer welcomed in our world. And while I know that not everyone shares my faith and beliefs, I respect them for theirs as I hope they respect me for mine. We are all a huge salad bowl of differences and experiences, attractions and expectations, childhoods and adulthoods that all make us who we are today. Let us honor that, and each other, as we take a stand against them.
Yes, they're out there: homophobia and transphobia, but I believe, I truly, truly believe that if we stay the course, continue in our fight for justice, support each other, and keep each other encouraged that one day there won't be a need for this hop at all.
All the Best and All my Love,
-Vicktor Alexander
-Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win either a copy of Impossible: Tate Pack Book 6 (when it releases) or any book from my backlist as well as $20 in Strandbucks to be used over at Bookstrand. Contest ends May 27th at 11:59pm, est.
-I will have a separate post to announce the winner, which I will do on May 28th. When I have announced the winner, I will contact the winner using the email that they have left in their comment. -Also, don't forget to go and check out the other hops. There are a lot of giveaways going on! I'm sure you'll enjoy them.
Here's the link to the main blog: http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot....
May 15, 2013
Something New!
Hey Vicksters!
I'm starting something new on my blog called "Ask [insert author name] 20 Questions". To start it off I'm going to offer myself up on the chopping block and then I'd really like to know who you all want me to put in the hot seat next.
So what are 20 Questions you would like to ask me about my books, my series, my experiences as a writer, my thoughts on self-publishing, on starting up my own publishing house, on contracting with other publishers, etc. Anything about my life AS A WRITER is free game. The only personal question you can ask is about my love life. LOL and that's only because I don't have one.
So fire away!
I'm starting something new on my blog called "Ask [insert author name] 20 Questions". To start it off I'm going to offer myself up on the chopping block and then I'd really like to know who you all want me to put in the hot seat next.
So what are 20 Questions you would like to ask me about my books, my series, my experiences as a writer, my thoughts on self-publishing, on starting up my own publishing house, on contracting with other publishers, etc. Anything about my life AS A WRITER is free game. The only personal question you can ask is about my love life. LOL and that's only because I don't have one.
So fire away!
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