Vicktor Alexander's Blog, page 44

I had three really AWESOME book ideas and I lost them before I had a chance to write them down (do you see now why the Nieceling said "Uncle Vic, write it down before you forget everything"?) and now I can't remember them.

So if you find my flat puppies can you return them to me?

I'd really appreciate it.

Just so everyone is aware: Yes, I was bullied.  I spent most of my life being bullied, at school, at church, and in my family.  Not for being gay, no, because coming out as transgender homosexual is something fairly new for me, but I got bullied for hanging out with "the gays," and "the goths," and "geeks," and "the drama kids."  I got bullied for being "ugly," for being "flat chested," for being "fat," for being "too skinny," for being "too white."

I got bullied for being black.

When I was ten I was walking home and was pelted by rocks from some Caucasian boys in a truck as they laughed at me and told me to go back to Africa.  I remember how confused I was by that because A) I've never been to Africa B) I have Caucasian in my bloodline so not all of me would fit in in Africa and C) I have Cherokee Indian blood running through my veins (my granny was half Cherokee) so technically, they'd come onto "my people's" land and really, shouldn't they be the ones leaving?

So when I first started writing "The Augean Tasks" I had not planned to really have a bullying scene, but today, before even watching "Happy Feet 2" (I'll talk about that on my other blog), I got the idea to make one of the main characters get bullied because of the name of his spirit guide.  I shared it with my Nieceling and her wise words to me were:

"Uncle Vic, write it down before you forget everything."

The kid's an effing genius.

So I did and before long my hand was flying across the page there in the movie theater and I'd written this bullying scene, and it's one of many in this book, I can already tell, but for me, I felt a part of me connect with the character of Amorien.  This is the first book that I'm writing where both main characters are Native American and I'm excited.  I don't know the name of my own spirit guide just yet (I have not gone on a spiritual quest yet) but I'd like to think that if I ever did one that I'd have one half as cool as Amorien:





Amorien stumbled into the wall with a hard thump, his cheek and chin connecting with the rough edges of the brick and slicing open. He hissed under his breath and then turned to face his attackers.  He groaned when he saw who it was.  Why couldn't they just leave him alone?  He swallowed back the tears that tried to choke off his air supply and square his shoulders in a false show of bravery.

"What the hell do you assholes want?" he asked angrily, hiding his shaking hands by folding his arms across his chest.

"Hey Amorien!  I hear your spirit guide is a flaming eagle?  Well, the ancestors sure got that right, because you're the most flaming bird that I know!" Lechan teased him, his friends laughing in delight as they formed a half circle around Amorien.  They were all a bunch of mindless drones.  Laughing when Lechan told them to laugh, moving when Lechan told them to move, bullying people when Lechan told them to bully.  Amorien had always wondered what would happen if anyone ever opened their heads.  Would they even find anything inside?

Amorien tried to calm his racing heart and call upon the spirit of his dead father to protect him.  His grandmother had always told him that it would work if he believed hard enough.  Please dad, please don't let them hurt me, and if I have to be beat up to become a man, just don't let it hurt too bad.  Please dad.  His breathing increased rapidly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he struggled not to let the fear overtake him and send him into a full-blown panic attack.

"Hey More!  Why're you standing there looking all scared?" A voice questioned from in front of him.

Quirking open one eye slowly, Amorien looked around and noticed that the only person standing in front of him was Balquo, his best friend, and the only other boy on the whole Reservation who didn't try to beat him up...besides Ashton.  But Ashton wasn't really a boy.  Ashton was a man.  And that meant that Balquo was the only boy who never tried to beat him up.

"Where's Lechan?" Amorien asked in wonder, both eyes opened wide as he quickly scanned the area.

Balquo shrugged, his black hair falling behind his shoulder.  "Him and his buddies took off like they'd seen a ghost or something," the other boy stated nonchalantly.

Amorien breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes sliding closed as his head rested back against the wall.  He couldn't believe that it actually worked.

Thanks dad, he whispered mentally before allowing Balquo to take him to the Shaman for healing.

So because I am an United States Army Veteran I thought I'd share with you "The Soldier's Creed" which is something that we were required to say every morning in formation.  It reminded us of why we enlisted, it reminded us of who we were and what was required of us.  I thought that in light of it being Veteran's Day, that this would be pertinent to share.


The Soldier's Creed

I am an American Soldier.
I am a Warrior and a member of a team.
I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values.

I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills.
I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.
I am an expert and I am a professional.
I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the
United States of America in close combat.
I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.
I am an American Soldier.




Happy Veteran's Day to the rest of my veterans out there.  And if you're not a veteran but know a veteran, then today, thank them for their sacrifice, whether you agree with it or not, because unless we all put our lives on the line for the freedoms of others.



HOOAAHHH!!



PFC V.V.B.-Delta Company

Vic

So since moving to Buffalo, NY with my adopted big sister the "flat puppies" or what's known as "plot bunnies" to other authors, have been flying around the apartment smacking both my adopted sister (who's a published author) and myself in the head.

Most of them are being thrown around by my nieceling and I've been catching them and writing up a storm.

I've started on a series entitled:  The Last Men on Earth that's in addition to The Virgin Special Forces series that I'm dedicating to Matt and Brad of the blog 2 Boys In Love.  There's the stand alone books: Light the Way, An Agean Task, and Not a Second.


You'd think that's be enough, but beyond those, there's the other 13 stand alone books, then the other six series that I'm writing (Can you say: That's a LOT Vic!).

Ahhh but you see...my brain has said that that's not enough because The Nieceling inspired 2 single title YA books: My Best Friend Shay, Friends Like Mine (which turns into a series but the last two books are 18+), and then there is the Sacred Duets series for YA.

Yep, I think I'm pretty much set as far as writing goes for the next few years.

But can I say how wonderfully exciting that is?  Because I can write here and the inspiration is just all over the place, the apartment is littered with "flat puppies," but it's all good because the more inspiration, the more books I write, the more books you all get to read.


V. Vee

As promised! Here's another excerpt of Book One of my series: Virgin Special Forces: The Alpha Team and it picks up right after First Sergeant Connor Wilkins has overheard Luke O'Malley talk about losing his virginity to him before the end of the week.

Also, just so you know, I have talked to an author friend of mine and we're going to be writing the VSF series together.  So that should make you ALL happy and she's an EXCELLENT author.  Brilliant really.  And the names of the books in order is: The Alpha Team, The Bravo Team, The Charlie Team, The Delta Team, and The Sniper Team-which is a menage story (how awesome is that?!).  Anyway, here's a little more of Connor to whet your appetites:



With a wolfish smile Connor pushed away from the wall and sauntered back towards his office.  He could feel the pep in his step and grinned wider.  He had a reason to be a lot happier than he had been only thirty minutes prior.  A very young, very gorgeous, very untried reason.  He'd been watching Luke O'Malley since the young boy had first raced into his three o'clock in the morning formation at three-oh-five.  His eyes had taken in the younger man's pale legs and thin arms before he catalogued his beautiful almost angelic looking face.  He'd had to clench his hands and grit his teeth in order to prevent himself from reaching out towards the younger man and crushing him to his own massive chest.  As time had progressed, that feeling of mind-blowing possessiveness and the need to mark the smaller man as his own, as if he were some sort of wolf staking a claim, like in those dumb romance novels that he secretly read and hit under his mattress when deployed, had only grown stronger.

He wasn't stupid.  He'd known that the Private had a crush on him.  He'd reveled in it, had taken his own throbbing hard erection in hand and jerked off to the younger man's image in his mind, more than once.  The hot, foamy, white liquid of his come painting his chest and hand as he'd sighed Luke's name into the darkness of his private quarters was a regular occurrence for him.  This day was different, however, because this was the day that he'd found out that not only did Luke O'Malley want him, but Luke O'Malley was a virgin and there was nothing that Connor liked more than fucking the shit out of a virgin.  Their asses were tight, they always squirmed away, even while they begged for more and best of all, they couldn't compare him to anyone and wouldn't know what a fuck-up he truly was.  He didn't know Luke as well as he planned on knowing him just yet, but he had a funny feeling that the beautiful Irish American boy was going to be his last virgin.

He chuckled huskily as he stepped into his office, hopefully his private living quarters wouldn't be so private anymore and he could find something a whole lot more fun to do in his office than just work.

"You could get a court martial for that and you know it," the voice of his best friend, Sergeant First Class, Womain, said from the chair he sat in, directly in front of Connor's desk..

Connor spun around quickly, his hands shooting forward to grab hold of the front of Womain's shirt before flipping the man over his shoulder and turning to land on top of him with his knee pressed to his throat in a defensive maneuver.

"What the FUCK Wilkins!" Womain's voice came out harshly as he jerked frantically again the hold that Connor had on his hands and against Connor's knee which pressed against his windpipe in an effort to dislodge the other man.

Connor couldn't hear his best friend, however, his mind raced with images of bodies exploding into pieces from well placed bombs, blood splattering the thirsty ground as organs filled with shrapnel and bullet fragments.  All around him he heard the sound of screams, babies crying, women pleading for protection from Allah.  His limbs shook violently, his knee pressing deeper into the throat of his oldest and dearest friend, effectively cutting off the other man's air supply completely, without an conscious thought on his part.

Suddenly, Connor felt himself being jerked away from Womain violently.  He fought against the arms and bodies grabbing at him and it was only the un-moving, hard impact of the wall slamming into his back that jerked him out of his horrific flashback and pulled him away from the gut-wrenching memories of his last deployment to the very place that he was set to deploy to soon.

He blinked in complete stupefication as his eyes took in his surroundings.  His office that now looked as if a tornado had blown through.  The group of guys comforting and reassuring his best friend.  And the wall that he had come to rest against.

He'd allowed his brain to snap, all because he'd let his guard down while he was thinking about Luke and overreacted to the presence of Joseph Womain, the only person who knew about his plans to seduce Luke that week, before they deployed again, and had attacked the man.

He knew that he was looking at having his ass chewed by his commanding officer, an extra session with the base psychologist and a lot of apologizing to his best friend for overreacting to his presence.

Luke had better be worth it.

Here's an excerpt from The Cowboy's Fireman, that I wrote thanks to the email I got that said: "Aye yo, Vic, what the fuck's up with The Cowboy's Fireman?" and propelled me to write some more.  So enjoy!!

The Cowboy's Fireman Excerpt:              
               Reggie watched Kent's face pale and then flush bright redand wondered what the cowboy was about to say. He ignored the fluttering in his stomach and the pounding of his heartas he thought about what he wantedthe other man to say and focused instead on what the big cowboy was more likelyto say.                "So Iguess you hit your head a lot harder than what you thought huh Mayr?" Kentresponded sardonically, his lips pulling up in a slight snarl, his eyesnarrowing as he stared at Reggie, his gaze unwavering.                Noddinghis head, not the least bit surprised by Kent's response, Reggie pulled backhis shoulders and cleared his throat.  Hewouldn't think about how much Kent's words disappointed him, how the other man'sglare and snarl pierced his heart.  Heespecially wouldn't examine the reason he seemed to care so much.  It was ridiculous really.  To think that he, "Sexy Fireman Mayr" couldcare about "Hot and Brooding Hunter" was a laugh riot.  A riot and a half.  It was stupid.  It was laughable…it was so true that hewished he had one of the firehouse's axes so that he could cut out his owngoddamn heart.  He inhaled deeply, hiseyes closing against the moisture that burned at the back of his eyes andswallowed thickly.  With a quick exhalehe opened his eyes and returned Kent's glare.                "Yeah.  That's what I fucking thought you'd say, youpussy-ass closeted homophobe.  How aboutthis?" he leaned over the bed's railing and stared intently into Kent'seyes.  He struggled not to inhale theother man's intoxicating scent that still managed to wrap itself around hissenses in spite of the smell of antiseptic and smoke that lingered on theinjured man's skin.  "You ever figure outhow to be a real man and own up to how you feel.  You decide that you want to see what it trulymeans to walk around town knowing who you are deep down inside.  You ever truly want to use your dick the waythat the good Lord intended?  You look meup.  I'm in the fucking phone book.  Right between fag and queer, under theheading of real.  You should probablycheck it out."                With theend of that scathing retort still vibrating on the tip of his tongue, Reggiepulled back from Kent's face.  Just intime too.  Kent's fist came flyingforward, right where his face had been moments earlier.                "Getsome fucking rest Hunter.  You can't keeprunning from who you truly are if you're still laid up in this hospital bed,"he said with a cocky grin before turning to stride out of the room, his longlegs eating up the distance between him and the door.                He hadto get out of there.  He had to get awayfrom Kent Hunter.  He had to get awayfrom the emotions that were threatening to choke the ever living hell out ofhim.  More than that, he had to get awayfrom the clawing fear that still rode his ass as he thought of Kent still lyingin that bed, injured, burned, his lungs filled with smoke.  Kent had almost died and Reggie had almostlost him.  A statement that didn't maketoo much sense to him because didn't he have to have Kent first, before hecould even think about losing him?                Shakinghis head against the turbulent thoughts that were rolling around in his head,he barely heard the sound of someone shouting his name.                "Reggie!!  Reginald Mayr if you don't stop walking rightthis instant, I swear to all that is good and holy that I am going to put youover my knee and tan your hide!" a voice, a woman's voice, husky and firm, witha sexy Southern drawl jerked him out of his musings and his body frozeinstantly.                Therewas only one person who could make him come to such an abrupt halt.  Only one person could make him obey theirwords so quickly.  Especially since he'dspent most of his life rebelling.  It hadto be Georgia Hunter, Kent's grandmother and the fiercest, baddest woman thisside of the Mississippi.  With a barelyaudible groan rumbling up from his chest and his fist clenching tightly as hestruggled not to yell at the older woman that he had other places to be, Reggieturned to face the one woman that reminded him of not only his grandmother, buthis mother as well.                True toform Georgia did not dispense pleasantries and got right down to business.                "So areyou just going to leave my grandson in this hospital and not even stick aroundto make sure that he's feeling better?"                Reggierolled his eyes mentally.  Mrs. Georgiasure did know how to pour the guilt on a person.  The only problem with her trying that withReggie was that he was already so filled with guilt, remorse and regret thather guilt barely even registered on his shoulders.

Here's some Saturday Snark for you all from Passion's Hero: The Alpha King, my current WIP.  That damn Tal sure does love embarrassing the hell out of himself.



Passion's Hero: The Alpha King

Tal watched as Blazewalked back into the sitting room, presumably to get food or to call for it.  Blaze's words echoed in his head.  A rushof feeling flooded his body causing his face to flush deep red and his limbs toshake.  He ground his teeth together.Tal surged up from hisformerly comfortable sprawl, shoving back the bedcovers, Tal jumped downfrom the excessive height of the royal bed. He hurriedly pulled on the first pair of pants he could find andsnatched up a shirt.  Both were lying on top of the large oak trunk thatsat at the foot of their bed…and both belonged to Blaze, which meant Tal wasswimming in them.  He was pretty sure thathe looked like a little boy playing dress up in his father's clothes but hedidn't care in that moment.  He had a bone to pick with his mate.  The man's entire antiquated thought processbrought infuriating tears of rage to Tal's eyes.  With one hand holding upthe oversized pants he stormed into the sitting room, gaze locked on the sourceof all of his frustration.  Blaze stood at the travel food cart preparinga plate, a look of smug satisfaction stamped over his stupidly handsome face,completely unaware of the danger that he was currently in or of the massivestorm of anger about to come his way.Fucking bastard.  Did he think dumping a few choice h'orduevreson a plate for Tal would excuse his condescending attitude?"So wait, let me makesure I'm understanding this correctly.  As the Alpha Queen Iam your equal in all things dealing with our people, theTumarons, but I'm not important enough, or smart enough, to deal with mattersof the galaxy?  What sort of fucked up bullshit is that, Blaze? Anything that happens in the galaxy affects Tumaro, which means I should be inevery, single, fucking meeting from here until the day I fucking die asthe fucking Alpha Queen and your fucking MATE!" Tal's chest heaved,every cell in his body vibrating with a barely controlled rage, his eyesfilling with tears, his heart pounding in his chest as he faced his mate."Maybe we should go." A hesitant voice spokebehind Tal.  He turned to see who was in the room.  His gaze spanningthe room he saw Buck, Elder Mailon, Josie, Gregor, Rico, another man who seemedto be staring at Tal's stomach intensely and Percy.  Percy who had spokenso hesitantly, whose eyes were filled with tears as he smiled tremulously atTal.  Little Percy, Tal's beloved Omega, loweredhis eyes quickly in an obvious show of respect for his Alpha Queen.  Tal'seyes closed, his lips pressing together tightly against the low vibrationstruggling to escape his chest.  A rush of heat swept up from his chestand burned in his cheeks as he opened his eyes to stare at Percy's loweredhead.How could he have beenso stupid?  His own eyes welled, a new sheen of moisture rising as hestared at the lowered head of the younger man.  His heart clenched, hishands shook, and he felt a rising tide of nausea clog his throat.  Tension continued to emanate from Percy'sform.  Tal wanted to kick hisown ass.  Him and his big mouth.  He apparently enjoyed making a fool out ofhimself, but he hated knowing that he had made his almost delicate Omega feelso horrible."Hi guys.  Sorryabout that, um, pregnancy…um…hormones.  You know carrying a full loadinside of me, they've got my body all haywire."  He laughed, the noisehigher and faster than his normal expression of amusement.  "Woo wee, woo wee."Tal uttered the typicalmockery of a mentally unstable person as he twirled his finger next to histemple.  Tal backed slowly away, his gaze darting from Buck's feral whiteslash of a grin still directed at Blaze, Percy's trembling mouth and Blaze'sfierce look of anger.  He sidled towardsthe door back to his bedchambers."You all stay. I'll go into the other room and hang myself in embarrassment."Turning his head to keepBlaze more fully in view, he took a few shuffled steps backwards.  Without another word, he turned and raced backinto the bedroom, Blaze fast on his heels.  He heard Blaze stop to talk to their guestsand knew that this time he may not be able to use his body to get him out ofthe trouble that his mouth had invariably put him in.  Blaze had told him once before that he wouldnever hurt him, he hoped that his mate wasn't a liar as well as a condescendingjackass.

Heya All!!  My Sisters: MJ O'Shea and Piper Vaughn are having ANOTHER contest, this time you have the opportunity to win a free copy of my gorgeous older brother Damon Suede's new book "Grown Men" and some wonderful swag!

*Sighs* Mmmmm....swag.....

So here's the link:

http://mjandpiper.blogspot.com/2011/11/giveaway-grown-men-by-damon-suede-swag.html?zx=6ca88647a9aee18a


And if you're on Twitter and not following them, you should be (and you should be following ME on Twitter as well).

Here's to the winner!  Their last contest my little brothers: Matt & Brad won (claps for the boys and glares at them at the same time) which means, no winning for them THIS TIME.  Just kidding.

Everyone go and sign up and follow their blog as well.  You should already be doing that.

And buy their books.

I'm just saying.


{HUGZ, SQUEEZES, FIST BUMPS & "GROWN MEN"}

V. Vee

*Author's Note: I'll put up Part Two of the Virgin Special Forces: The Alpha Team, either tomorrow or over the weekend, depending on if I get any writing on The Alpha King done and also how long my VA appointments run tomorrow.  Enjoy Part Two of SLPM.*


Surviving Le Petite Morte Part Two


Detective Joshua Sutton stepped out of his patrol car with a scowl.  He couldn't believe that he was being called to a crime scene where the perpetrator was not only still with the victim but one where the suspect confessed to committing the crime at the same time that he called for help.  People were getting weirder and weirder when it came to committing crimes, but then again, if someone could sing a song about a day of the week and have everyone walking around singing about it being "Friday", even on the days when it wasn't actually "Friday," then he shouldn't be surprised that the criminals were being just as ridiculous.  He grunted when he realized that his train of thought had set up his mind to start playing the dreaded "Friday" song and he stomped towards the door of the apartment."Think it's murderer's remorse Sutton?" his partner, Casey Lonnigan asked as he followed him to the door.Joshua turned around and gave Casey a look of annoyance.  "It has been my experience, detective, that murderers are never that remorseful, that quickly.  I think that maybe this perp got caught and so he called and confessed," he admitted, noting the sound of movement from within the apartment."Sometimes someone kills someone else without truly meaning to though," Casey stated with a nod.Joshua snorted as he looked at his partner with fresh eyes.  "You really believe in that whole innocent until proven guilty thing huh?" he questioned the other man.  Casey was the perfect physical display of a teddy bear.  With his light brown skin, covered with black hair, and his very wide, somewhat "round" figure, and wearing his dark green police uniform, he looked like a stuffed teddy bear wearing a police uniform.  The kind given to little kids in the hospital.  Casey nodded at his question and Joshua sighed.  Casey was older than him.  At forty-five he should really know better that to still believe that all people are inherently good.  It wasn't true.  Everyone was a criminal or had the potential to do something illegal.  It's just that some people follow their natural urges while others resist those urges with all of their strength.  "Look Lonnigan.  This man, this…Duan, he's guilty okay?  He sounded like the type to have killed his boyfriend.  And the fact that he called to turn himself off doesn't mean that he confessed to murder out of grief for his partner.  It means that he confessed to throw suspicion off of himself-" his words cut off abruptly when the door opened.  Joshua turned around and felt his heart pound in his chest, his mouth went dry and all the moisture there went and covered his palms, as he stood looking down at the most attractive, the most beautiful man that he'd ever seen in his life.  The man in question stood looking at them with a scowl on his face."And sometimes the person confesses because their partner died while they were having sex and said partner was having an orgasm.  Think that could be the reason that I called and confessed, you asshole?" the beautiful man, with his milk chocolate skin tone, small, thin frame, big dark brown eyes, full lips and wide nose, asked, his words laced with tension, venom, disgust, frustration and was that?  Oh yes…it was pain.  Joshua felt like a shit.  For making Duan feel worse by reminding him of not only who it was that died and how he did so."I do apologize sir.  I'm Detective Joshua Sutton and this is my partner, Casey Lonnigan.  We serve the city of Fairburn, diligently and we would be devastated if you were offended by my callous words," Joshua watched as the man looked him over, a grin coming to his face, an answering smile stretched the muscles of his mouth."Don't be devastated.  Just don't be callous.  But it doesn't matter anyway.  I forgive your words and reject you and your partner's presence.  You want to see how evil I am?  Get the fuck away from my house.  I want someone who won't be looking for ways that I'm guilty, but ways to catch the criminal.  And you are not that someone," Duan answered before stepping inside the door quickly and slamming the door shut.  Casey jumped when seconds later they heard Duan's loud "ASS!" heard through the door and with a grimace Joshua turned to look at him."So what your plan now…………detective?" Casey asked with a smirk.

I was asked to be a guest blogger for Anne Tenino and Taylor Donovan's new blog: Chicks & Dicks.  I shared some fond memories and some not so fond memories and also gave some wisdom.  I think you all should go check it out and also start following their blog.  You won't regret it.

Here's the link:

Chicks & Dicks