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April 06, 2012

Hoppy Easter Blog Hop

AVAILABLE: Saturday, April 7th


[Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]

With the threat of a mysterious enemy hanging over their heads, the last thing on Cedric Barrows's mind is finding his mate. A vampire mate is even worse, but it's not easy to resist the way Cash's very presence soothes the pain inside him.

Cash Gavin berated himself for months trying to figure out why Cedric ran from him, slamming the door on their budding relationship. Everyone says the shifter needs time, but Cash wonders if there isn't something more keeping his mate from him.

Secrets aren't so much revealed as unraveled, and neither can believe they let things go so far. Between Cash's guilt and the new reality Cedric must face, the road to love won't be an easy one. As they're tested time and again, the pair will have to learn to trust in their bond if they have any hope of overcoming the obstacles in their path.



STORY EXCERPT
“I think this is where I leave you,” Cash said from behind him. Slowly, almost seductively, he reached into Cedric’s pocket and extracted his cell phone. After a few rhythmic beeps, he pressed it back into Cedric’s hand. “Now you have my number. Think about what I said and call me when you feel like you’re ready to talk.”
He was being so damn nice, which was just confusing Cedric further. And the guy had dimples, for crying out loud! What kind of homicidal monster had dimples? His bright smile was more charming than Cedric cared to admit, especially with the lack of fangs he knew the guy sported when he got all blood-lusty.
Cash was trying so very hard, and the least Cedric could do was give him a chance. They were mates after all. He didn’t know about vampires, but cat shifters only got one shot at the whole eternal bond thing. “Let me give you my number.”
His mate’s smile widened as he pulled his own phone from his pocket and passed it over. “I promise to let you make the first move.”
Cedric would believe that when he saw it, but to say so out loud would be unkind. So he just smiled in return, punched in his digits, and handed the phone back to Cash. “I just need some time to think.” Time away from Cash’s delicious scent and the way his very presence seemed to make the air around them sizzle. Sizzling air was too distracting for him to think coherently.
With a great deal of care, Cash cupped the side of Cedric’s face and brushed a thumb over his cheek. He didn’t come any closer, though. For a long time they stood in the circle of light on Cedric’s porch and just looked into each other’s eyes. Gods, Cash had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen, like the color of fresh spring grass with little flecks of dark brown around the pupils.
They were hypnotizing, holding Cedric immobile and unable to look away from the penetrating stare. He wasn’t sure what the vampire was searching for, but the look in his eyes was a little too probing. Could he see down to Cedric’s soul? Once he had everything bared before him, would Cash use those things against him?
There were too many questions that lacked adequate answers. As much as Cedric wanted to pull away and run into the safety of his home, he still couldn’t move. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he fought against the desire to reached up and lace them through Cash’s thick, black hair. Maybe a little touch wouldn’t be so bad, just a caress of the locks that brushed over the vampire’s shoulders. He really wanted to know if the strands felt as silky as they looked.
Before his body could rebel against what his mind said was a bad idea, Cash dipped his head, leaning forward to touch his lips to Cedric’s forehead. It was so soft, barely a ghost of a touch, but it sent electricity sparking throughout his entire body. So easy. It would be so easy to fall into the promises that simple touch offered.
“Good night, Cedric,” Cash whispered against his brow. Then he was gone, moving quicker than Cedric’s eyes could follow.
Stepping into his house, Cedric moved in a daze, his mind reeling with all the events that had happened that night. It was good that Cash had left. He told himself that he needed time to work out what was real and what was fabricated by the desire he felt to mate with the man simply because of their natures.
That was what he told his overactive libido. Now he just had to make himself believe it.
“Hello, Mr. Barrows.”
Pausing just inside his entryway with his hand still on the doorknob, the first thing that concerned Cedric was that someone was in his home. The second thought that occurred to him was that he’d just heard the stranger’s voice inside his head.
Releasing his death grip on his door, he turned slowly, surprised to find the cable repairman who’d come to fix his DVR the previous day. Well, he supposed that explained how the man had garnered an invitation into his home. What was the world coming to when it wasn’t even safe to let the cable guy in?
“Don’t scream,” the man warned him, the words slipping into his mind instead of being spoken aloud. He smiled brightly at Cedric, showing off his elongated canines.
Vampire. Short, spiky hair, bright green eyes, more muscles than a defensive line, and stunning good looks that would put the most highly paid romance cover model to shame, the vampire definitely wasn’t what Cedric expected a killer to look like. He had no doubt that was exactly what the man was, though. Why else would he be lurking in Cedric’s house and telling him not to scream?
So, with that understanding, his next question was kind of stupid. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Oh, no, little one.” The vampire’s voice was smooth, rich, and almost hypnotic. “You, my friend, are a very important part of the plan.”
Cedric didn’t know what that meant, and he didn’t get a chance to ask. His attacker was on him before he could suck in his next breath, pinning him to the door while those long, vicious fangs sank unmercifully into his neck.
Surprisingly, the vampire didn’t drain him, but he did take enough for Cedric to feel weak and shattered, unable to fight back. A large, cool palm pressed to the center of his brow, holding his head firmly against the wood behind him.
“What are you doing?” he slurred, trying desperately to keep his eyes open against the drowsiness he felt.
“Shh, little kitty. Don’t fight it.” The stranger’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he mumbled words in a language Cedric didn’t understand. “Almost done.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Lifting up on his elbows with the intentions of rolling Cash to his back, Cedric moved a bit too quickly and ended up smacking their foreheads together. “Oww!” Well, that had been smooth.
Cash barely paid attention, shaking it off quickly and diving back into the kiss. Assured that he hadn’t screwed everything up, Cedric tried once again to roll his mate, but this time crushed their mouths together rather than their heads. The coppery taste of blood trickled over his tongue, and his bottom lip stung like crazy.
Groaning in defeat, he dropped back to the pillow and threw his forearm over his eyes. “I quit. I suck at this.”
A warm, slippery tongue licked over his wound, soothing it and cleaning the blood away. Perks of mating a vampire. The snick of a bottle cap caught his attention, and he jerked his arm away from his eyes—only to have his knuckles graze across Cash’s temple, making him grunt in pain.
“Oh, just fucking shoot me.” He’d never been so clumsy outside of the bedroom, but he was doing a spectacular job of it now.
Cash chuckled as he urged Cedric’s legs apart and pushed his knees toward his chest. “Relax, darlin’. Just be still for a while and let me do the work.”
What choice did he have? Every move he made ended up getting one or both of them beat up like a punching bag. The movies made it look so natural, like everyone was born to be a porn star. Cedric wanted to sue for false advertising, because this was anything but easy.
A slick finger prodded at his opening, applying steady, gentle pressure that his virgin hole shied away from instantly. Cash didn’t stop, though. He simply continued ringing the guarding muscles while he laved kisses down Cedric’s torso. Then that very talented mouth captured the head of his cock, surrounding it in the most glorious heat he’d ever felt.
His hips arched, pushing his throbbing length farther into Cash’s mouth at the same moment that thick digit pushed into his entrance. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, it was too much. Sweat beaded across his body, his belly tightened, and a barrage of sensations battered against him.
Cash moved his hand and mouth in tandem, dragging his lips up Cedric’s shaft as his finger plunged into his body. A second finger was added to his clenching channel, stretching him wider, but Cedric barely even felt the burn through the overwhelming pleasure.
When yet another finger plunged into his hole, Cedric gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in the sheets at his sides, trying frantically to keep his orgasm at bay. Cash wasn’t making it easy on him, though. In fact, his lover seemed intent on torturing him until he begged for mercy. If begging was what Cash wanted, Cedric was more than willing to oblige.
“Please! Oh, fuck, damn. I can’t. I need. Cash!” Okay, a bit incoherent, perhaps, but surely he’d gotten his point across.
Cash’s fingers slipped from his hole, his mouth popped off of Cedric’s cock, and he chuckled hoarsely. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You. I need you, Cash. Now, stop messing around and just fuck me.”
“No toppin’ from the bottom, brat.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” He barely knew his own name in that moment. His entire universe centered around the beautiful cock jutting from Cash’s groin while his lover stroked the rigid flesh from base to crown, slicking it with lube.
“Flip over. Hands and knees.”
If Cash had told him to stand on his head and suck his thumb, he’d have done it happily if it meant the mind-numbing pleasure would continue. In his eagerness to comply, his inner klutz made another appearance and his heel connectedly solidly with Cash’s hipbone. “Crap, I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter.” His lover’s arm looped around him, and his back was covered by Cash’s warm weight. The soft ends of his black hair tickled over Cedric’s shoulder, and moist breath puffed against the nape of his neck. “You are so very perfect.”
The spongy tip of Cash’s dick pressed at his hole, and to Cedric’s surprise, he didn’t tense this time. Instead, he rocked backward, silently offering his approval and acceptance. He wanted this. His cat wanted this. And as long as they were on the same page, everything would be fine.
“Breathe,” Cash whispered into his ear, holding him even closer as he slowly worked his way inside Cedric’s yielding passage until he bottomed out.
Surprisingly, the burn was minimal, the fullness felt amazing, and all Cedric wanted was more. “Move. Please, move.”
Cash’s thrusts were slow and steady, his hips moving in gentle waves as he allowed Cedric to become accustomed to the invasion. Raw, animalistic emotions flowed off of him like a tangible force, blanketing Cedric and warming him from the outside in.
His inner walls contracted around Cash’s thick cock, massaging it and causing his lover to growl loudly as the rhythm increased. The faster he moved, the harder he plunged into Cedric’s body, the more the emotions flowed off of him and into Cedric—feeding him, fueling him, and increasing the ecstasy he felt.
His lover’s hold on him never loosened, even when the snap of his hips became untamed and erratic. Cedric’s balls rolled inside his tight sac, his dick jerked hard, and tiny explosions rocked his body, sending lights flashing before his eyes.

--Gabrielle Evans


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February 15, 2012

Blog Hop Winner

A big thank you to everyone who participated!

Congratulations to Ellie Heller, winner of the $50 Amazon gift card.

February 11, 2012

With Love Blog Hop!


Hello and welcome! I’m Braxton Carmichael and will be hosting this shindig since Ms Evans is elbows deep into her next book.



With the release of the Sexually Awkward series just around the corner, I thought I’d invite one of the new guys over and grill—er, ask him a few questions.



Braxton: Okay, the first book in this series is called Custom Toys Made to Order. Where does a title like that come from?

Atticus: Well, that’s what we do. My friends and I own Fantasy Creations where we create custom-made toys for seriously kinky paranormals.



Whoa. I totally didn’t see that one coming. What the hell did Ms Evans get me into? Then again…


Braxton: So, I could call up and order something specifically for my mate? Completely custom designed?



Atticus: Absolutely. We aim to make your fantasies reality.


Images of Xander strapped to the mattress with black leather covering all of that deliciously caramel colored skin flashes through my mind. That idea gets squashed in a hurry, though. I’m not saying I wouldn’t be into it, but the last thing I need is to get a woody during an interview.

Braxton: Okay, hmm, so have you ever tested any of your own toys?

Atticus: My mate is a horndog. The very first thing he had made for me was this extremely elaborate and complicated restraint system. We’ve added a couple more to our collection since then, but I don’t test stuff I design for other people.



Yeah, I totally get the horndog thing. I can’t get within twenty feet of Xander without him going in heat. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.


Braxton: How did you meet your mate?



Atticus: At a club.

It’s a short answer, and he won’t look me in the eyes. There’s a story there, and apparently not a very pleasant one. Having been through my own share of drama, I get it, and decide not to pry.


Braxton: What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?

Atticus: Ha! Probably the time I kicked Salem in the ribs while he was trying to give me a blow job.

I have no idea how that even happens, but it’s damn funny. Still, it seems kind of rude to laugh.
Braxton: Salem? I’m guessing that’s your mate?


Atticus: Yes, that’s him. He’s a little overprotective, but he’s pretty to look at, so I let him get away with it.


Braxton: Honey, I think it comes with the title of alpha. It’s like they think we can’t tie our own shoes without their help.


Atticus dissolves into laughter at this, so I know he gets what I’m talking about. If I had a nickel for every time Xander overreacted, I’d be able to pay for that pool Keeton wants to have installed.



Braxton: What’s the most insane toy you’ve ever created?


Atticus: Actually, the toys our mates had made for us are probably the most inventive. Ms Evans threatened my life if I told what they were, though.



Braxton: How about names? Can you give us that much?


Atticus: Yeah, I guess that would be okay. Well, Salem had this thing called Ring Around the Rosy designed for me. Nigel’s favorite toy is the Thundering Boomstick. Brenner’s mate came up with this really neat contraption we called the Cat’s Cradle. Cedric’s mate is a cowboy and came up with this toy called the Eight Second Ride. It’s kind of wild what they think of really.


I’m dying to know what each one of those toys are,  but I know Ms Evans will skin us both if I push. Curiosity killed the cat and all that jazz.


Braxton: Speaking of cats…


Atticus: When did you bring up cats?


Braxton: Never mind. So, are all of you cat shifters?


Atticus: Well, me, Thaddeus, Dorian, Nigel, Cedric, and Brenner are. Though we’re kind of a feline menagerie.


Braxton: Is there anything else you want to say before we wrap this up?


Atticus: I just want to thank everyone for being here. I have no idea why they’d want to listen to me ramble, but I’m grateful they did.


Okay, I wasn’t sure at first, but I definitely like the guy, and I hope everyone else does as well. Be sure to check out his story Custom Toys Made to Order coming March 10th from Siren-BookStrand.


And don't forget that Invincible [Haven 5] just released!

Aslan is used to everyone considering him to be flighty, clueless, and confused. That doesn’t mean it’s true, but the constant cacophony of voices inside his head makes it kind of hard to pay attention to anything else around him.

Torren Braddock has his hands full as a new elder, trying to clean up the mess the former Council members left for him. Adding a mate to his agenda is the last thing he wants to do, but he can’t deny the way Aslan draws him in like a moth to a flame.

Torren is meant to be his champion, his protector. Aslan is sure of it. When the voices in his head grow louder and more demanding, he realizes something big is coming, something that has the potential to destroy everything—and he’ll need his new mate at his side if he hopes to survive it.



Now, on to the prize!

One lucky winner will receive a $50 Amazon Gift Card! So comment below (and please remember your contact info) then click the button to bounce on to the next blog and the next chance to win!

February 06, 2012

Winners

Sorry I'm late with the post. Last week was extremely busy and stressful for me.

So, on to the last week of winners:

January 27th -- Cindy Jacks -- Laurie

January 28th -- Rose Anderson -- Susan

January 29th -- Bonus Prize -- Kat, Talia, Carrie

January 30th -- TN Tarrant -- Cathy

January 31st -- Gabrielle Evans -- Jessica

And the grand prize winner of the Kindle Fire is Ms Yvette Ganoe!

Congratulations to all the winners. Thanks to everyone for coming out and I hope you had fun. Again, sorry for the lateness of this announcement.

January 30, 2012

I've Been Ambushed!


So, the guys got together and decided they were going to interview me. I told them to do their worst. In hindsight, that may have been a really bad idea.



Lark: A lot of readers have asked about Hades and my mate’s brother, Miles. Do you have any plans to write their story?

Gabrielle: To be honest, I hadn’t really planned on it when I first wrote Howl and Harmony. I mean, they were already together, just some secondary characters to liven things up a bit and help your ass out of a sling. They also don’t fit into the realms of the Midnight Matings series. However, with that being said, I probably will write their story at some point. I’m just not sure when.

Craze: What about me? Don’t I deserve my story told?

Gabrielle: *sigh* Yes, darlin’, you deserve a story. And I promise I’ll get to it, along with Gage, Ares, Lorcan, and the rest of the coyote pack—and maybe a couple of more Fatefully Yours books. I have a lot going on right now, so you’re going to have to sit down, play nice, and color until I can get to you.

Braxton: I'm sure you're asked this a lot, but do you have any advice for aspiring authors?

Gabrielle: I don't know all the ins and outs of being published or writing a good story. It's a learning curve, and I'm still working on it, but there are a few things I've figured out in the past year.

Don't revolve your writing style around a certain publisher. I'm not saying don't follow the rules. Every publisher has rules. Write what is in your heart, what you feel, and let your characters show you the way. If one publisher doesn't like, there are countless others who will. So, write your story first, and then find it a home. Not the other way around. You'll be much happier in the end.

However, with that being said, if you have your heart set on a certain publishing house, read their submission guidelines, familiarize yourself with what sales at this house, and know what they're looking for.

Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but it's not going to get you anywhere. We all have our favorite authors in our favorite genres. There is a reason they're favorites. We love their stories, their characters, their ability to draw us into this world of fantasy and hold us until the very end. So, yes, read these authors, study the way they construct their stories, and aim to be great.

But with that, find your own voice and style. Readers will appreciate it and so will you when the day is done.

Read, read, read!

Ask yourself these basic questions when writing. Who, what, where, when, why, and how? Who is the character (and not just his/her name)? What are they doing? Why are they doing it? Where is this happening? When did this happen? How did they get to this point?

If you don't have an answer to any one of these questions--find one.

Write what you like. It's tempting to write what's "hot", but if you're not into it, that comes across in your writing. Be passionate about the story you tell, and readers will be as well.

Rayne: What do you have in store for the rest of the Gods of Chaos series? How far ahead have you plotted?

Gabrielle: I don’t really plot my series. I kind of just have a whiteboard full of ideas. Sheriff Luke Rivera is up next, however, and so far I have a tentative 18 books planned. I figure after the Gods of Chaos are finished wreaking havoc, they should get what’s coming to them. *wink*

Asher: Are you going to write any more Midnight Matings books?

Gabrielle: I just don’t know. I don’t have any ideas for a book in that series right now. Maybe down the road.

Lawton: So, you started the Howl at the Moon series, but I also hear that you’ve started a few others as well. Can you tell us a little bit about them?

Gabrielle: A little, I suppose. I’ve really learned not to talk too much about series until at least the first book has been released. However, I can tell you that I just submitted the first three books in the new Sexually Awkward series. Custom Toys Made to Order releases on March 10th, with Atticus and Prince Salem Constantine up first.

I have also started a new series titled A Hero Within. It’s a really fun series with some ancient warriors who are sure to make you drool. And then there’s the Guide to the Apocalypse series. This one is different from anything I’ve ever written. It’s still paranormal and filled with lots of sexy supes, but the rules have changed. Both series are more side projects right now with no real timeline of when I'd like to have the first books finished.

Sly: What are some of the strangest questions you’ve ever been asked? How did you respond?

Gabrielle: I don’t know if there have ever been any strange questions. Maybe about how to get books onto a Kindle. I’m not really tech support. I have been asked some rather rude questions, though, but I always try to respond politely.

Sly: What kind of questions? And how do you wish you could respond?

Gabrielle: Hmm, there are three that come to mind.

Q: I didn’t like “x” book. Why did you write that?

A: I’m sorry that you didn’t enjoy the story, but that is simply the way it came to me.

How I’d really like to respond: I wrote that book just for you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.


Q: I can’t tell who the alpha in this relationship is. I hate that! Why did you write that?

A: Sometimes the characters are stronger than I originally imaged them. They take on a life of their own, and whether they are both alphas or both “betas” I just have to let them be who they are. I’m sorry you were unhappy with the book.

How I’d really like to respond: I apologize for inserting any kind of equality into the relationship between my characters. Because, you know, equality is bad.



Q: Why is one of your characters always more dominant? I hate that! Why did you write that? (you see the contradiction here, right?)

A: I have a lot of smaller, fragile characters chattering away inside my head. These guys need heroes and champions, someone to slay their dragons while at the same time, giving them room to grow. I’m sorry you didn’t like the story.

How I’d really like to respond: Apparently, I just enjoy pissing people off. It’s a gift. You’re welcome.


Raven: So, you believe manners are important? Can you give us some examples of bad manners? Things that have happened to you in the past year?

Gabrielle: You guys are really trying to get me into trouble, but sure. Let’s see…

Asking me if there will be more Midnight Matings books after going out of your way to inform me that you have never read a single one of my books is just in poor taste. I’m not a secretary.

Posting on my Facebook wall about how much you love another author’s work and wished I wrote more like them is rude.

Winning a book I’m giving away and then informing me that you want a different one because you don’t like that series is not cool. Why enter the contest if you didn’t want the book?


Just because you type a smiley face or "lol" after saying something particularly negative or hateful does not make it okay. Frankly, it just makes you look like an asshole.  J



Oscar: So, what are you working on now, Ms Evans?

Gabrielle: Your story, sweetie. Just the way you told me to write it.

Oscar: What if people don’t like the next Moonlight Breed?

Gabrielle: Well, then they don’t. We’ll dust ourselves off and move on.

Xander: Is there anything else you’d like to say before we announce the prize?

Gabrielle: I’d like to thank everyone for coming out to celebrate with me this month! It’s been crazy, but I hope everyone had fun!

Also, I'll be chatting at TwoLips Yahoo Group tonight (January 31st) with Jana Downs from 8:00-10:00 pm EST. I'm offering up some never before seen excerpts, and we're giving away even more prizes, including a chance to win another Kindle Fire, ebooks, and print books. So come hang out with us later!!


And finally, the next character interview, hosted the by one and only, Braxton Carmichael, will be posted on February 11th for the With Love Blog Hop. :)

Kendall: I get to say the prize, right?

Gabrielle: Yes, sir. You certainly do.

Kendall: One lucky winner will receive a $50 gift card for BookStrand.

Like that, Ms Evans?

Gabrielle: Yes, Kendall. Just like that.


Comment below to win $50 in Strandbucks (and don’t forget your contact info!)

Contest ends February 2nd at midnight EST.



***All comments posted today will count as 2 bonus entries into the drawing for the Kindle Fire.  Contest ends February 2nd at midnight EST and the winner will be announced the following morning.***


Why can't you write something like Twilight and other questions....

Please welcome aspiring author, TN Tarrant!
           

            First of all, I want to thank Gabrielle for giving me the opportunity to confuse you all, hopefully enough to make you curious about my creations, the Rimalians, and for her contributions to my book addiction....It's a good thing I don't have to answer to anyone about the absurd amount of money I spend on books.


            I'm very new to the writing scene, and as of this writing, unpublished, but that's okay.  I'm meeting some wonderful and wonderfully odd people.  Since I'm very much one of the oddballs, I can't but think that's a good thing.  Most of those I've talked to have been encouraging, and supportive, including Gabrielle, which leads into the questions I've gotten in the year or so that I've actually been writing with intent, so to speak.


            I have always written, and even gotten some stuff published, in high school, but you don't get paid for the high school paper, and one thing has been consistant:  Don't quit your day job.  Writing's great, but it doesn't pay the rent.  Well, that's good advice, although it's not very encouraging, is it?  And that advice always seems to be followed, at least for me, with, "Why write anyway?  You're not likely to get published...."  Thank you very much, for assuming, without having read anything I've written, that I have no chance.  I'm well aware that it takes not just good stories, but good luck to get published, that doesn't mean I or anyone else shouldn't bother trying.  Besides, not to put too fine a point on it, but what else can we do with ourselves?  If your characters are like mine, they yammer, whisper, scream, talk over each other and otherwise set up such a ruckus you have to write them down just to shut them up-unless you write something that hurts them, then they get pissy with you for that,even though they insisted you write the bad happenings (picture aggravated expression here.)


            The other week I had a conversation with some of the women in my family, two aunts, a grandmother, and young cousin.  I was proudly telling them that I had just received my first rejection notice (from Silver Publishing:),) and this lead to several comments.  One, that the notice was just a form letter, (it wasn't, but it wasn't worth arguing about it) two, that I'll get a lot of them, (probably, but that's okay), and my favorite, why can't I write something like Twilight? 


            First, I'm not Stephanie Meyer.  I don't want to be.  She has made a great deal of money writing a very nice, fairly enjoyable piece of fluff.  I've read all four books, and eventually I'll see all five movies, and more power to her for having captured the perfect moment to be a success.  But I'm not trying to write for the teen market.  Maybe she wasn't either and that's just what happened when she sat down one day.  I'm writing for an adult market, and I seriously doubt that anything I write would translate well into a movie.  I'm not knocking fluff writing, because that's exactly what I'm writing, and indeed, most of us do.  I'm not writing the next world-changing book, I'm writing stories I hope will give somebody an escape from reality.  Just a break for an hour or two.  If you read something I wrote and you have a good cry, and a good laugh, and you don't feel it was time wasted, then I did exactly what I tried to-wrote something that others enjoyed.

            Then it was, "You know what sells in my consignment store?  Westerns.  Why don't you write those?  Those you could make money writing."


            Okay, let's pick that apart.  Westerns do sell.  A lot.  Having worked as a book manager in an entertainment store at one point, I know exactly how well they sell.   It's a comfortable little market, but still nothing on the romance genre.  Then there's the fact that I have absolutely no interest in Westerns.  I asked, "How can I write something I have absolutely no interest in?"  I was told, "Just train yourself to do so.  You can train yourself to write them."  "Not very well," I replied.  "Sure you could, if you just trained yourself to."    Well, that's kind of a compliment, isn't it?  Auntie has faith that I can learn to do well something I have no interest in doing at all.  And she does have a point, to a point.  We've all learned to do things we don't want to, and we can do them very well.  I hate janitorial work, yet I'm extremely good at it.  I hate math, but I can add, subtract, multiply and divide, all by hand if need be.  But there is a huge difference between doing something that is a necessary task, and doing something that requires inspiration.  I don't need inspiration to clean a toilet, but I do to write a story.  I'm not inspired to write about horse rustlers and saloon girls.  Hot guys driving each other 'round the bend, on the other hand, oh yeah, I can get behind that.  Throw in tangled cultural and familial issues, along with the occasional kitty cat that likes to go for walksies, and I'm your girl.


            Which brings us to how well can you write something you're not inspired to write.  How do you do that?  It's not a report that can be researched, after all.  How do you bring to life characters that you can't feel?  How can you lead a reader into laughing their hind ends off or crying their hearts out, if you aren't doing so when you write it?  I spend an embarrassing amount of time trying to act like I'm not crying when I'm writing, or trying to edit what I've written, if there are other people around.  People tend to be more accepting of the fact that you read something hilarious, than that you read something that made you cry.  The cultural impetus behind that is probably enough to fill a few sets of encyclopedia, so I'll leave that alone.  I can't imagine trying to write characters that I can't see and hear in my head, and I can't imagine that any other author could either.



            "Why write about gays?"  Okay, it wasn't put that politely, but still, that's how it should have been phrased.  Maybe the better question would be, "Why write about straights?"  What's the difference?  For me, it's as simple as that's what is flowing.  I have a M/F that may never be finished, I've only been stuck on it for eleven years, and it just doesn't talk to me.  Maybe I lost that window of opportunity when those characters would talk to me, because of other things going on.  Maybe I'll wake up out of a sound sleep tomorrow and finish the dang thing because they suddenly decided they want their story finished.  Or maybe they don't care because I know what happens in that story.  I know what happens to them, to the villain of the piece, the aftermath.  Maybe they don't care, because we know where the story goes.  Yet the first M/M/M story I wrote, was 104k in less than a week and a half(before you get too mad, I was unemployed at the time, so I had a LOT of time on my hands, lol,) and I was absolutely clueless as to who, what, where, when or how.  Maybe my imaginary friends are only interested if we're all clueless.  One character simply refused to take the blame for somethinng while admitting blame for something worse, forcing me to figure out who the other villain was.   


            Gay romance seems to flow pretty easily for me, to a point.  My characters argue and pout sometimes, and refuse sometimes to let me do nice things for them.  My favorite example of that is the pair that were supposed to meet at a Christmas wedding, and it be a nice, joyful, insta-happily ever after.  Noooo, they wanted instead to meet in ICU, after one of them was nearly killed by his wife.  Other times they do silly things, such as make very bad jokes(that's my fault after all, I don't know any good ones...)  They do truly stupid things, and they do truly wonderful things, because that's the way we all are in reality.  I've done some truly stupid things, and some truly wonderful things.  Isn't that true for all of us?


            Why can't you change ____ about this character?  Because then it's a different story, and that's not what's yammering in my head.  I have several manuscripts that may never see light of day (unless I self-publish them somehow), simply because certain aspects of the story are taboo.  Can I change those aspects?  Sure, when I want to destroy a perfectly good story.  Might as well say, "Excuse me, would you mind cutting off a couple of fingers please?  I'm not comfortable with how they fit you."  Don't get me wrong, I understand the problems involved, yet the fact remains, to change the story to fix those problems, would destroy a good story, and give a lesser one in it's place, I refuse to do that.  So you may never meet some of my characters, except in passing, in other peoples stories.  That's sad, but those characters remain whole, instead of maimed.  I'd rather they collect dust than get maimed.  Why should our muses inspire us if we're just going to maim the gifts they give us, hmm?


            Which, of course, leads to: What inspires you?  No clue.  I've written three shorts directly because of open submission calls from Silver, and two of those were related to two manuscripts that may end up collecting dust, so they will collect dust too, yet I wrote them anyway.  Talking to another author led to inspiration for a character, yet the character is nothing like the person who inspired him.  Some that are only supposed to be background...coloring... turn into main characters themselves, such as a certain cat named Empress.  Many of my characters have traits that I see in the people around me, from sweetness and innocence, to judgemental ignorance, and everything in between.  Pride, fear, loneliness, hope, stubborness, tenacity, pettiness.  All the good, the bad, the pretty and the ugly, it's part of all of us.  I try not to make my characters too perfect,  but on the other hand, isn't a Happily Ever After story supposed to be perfect?  I've merrily been typing away on one story when suddenly another set of characters start talking over the ones I was working with, until I set aside the first and start writing them, instead.  What else can I do?  If I ignore them, I may lose a wonderful story, and the others aren't going anywhere, and sometimes it's better for the break.  Sometimes going off to do something else lets me see a problem with the first WIP, and even give me another direction to take it, so it works better.  I've created a wonderful culture, the Rimalians, with a long history, and lots of background to create stories with.


            What if you never get published?  Then I'll keep doing what I'm doing now.  I'll go to work at my Every Day Job, so I can pay the rent, because unless you're lucky enough to be fairly well established and published with enough of a following to make enough to pay the bills, writing isn't going to pay the rent.  Do I want to get there?  Oh yeah.  I'd love to be able to just write for a living.  But unless and until then, writing isn't paying the rent, so I'd better keep going to the EDJ.  I'll just keep writing what my imaginary friends want, to whatever noise they want, whether it's cartoons, music, or marathon repeats of T.V. shows.  There's no rhyme or reason to that either, the weepiest story I've written so far insisted on being written to Looney Tunes in the DVD player.  Another insisted on Monty Python episodes, and another wanted shake the walls thumping rock music.  One of my current WIPs insists on on repeats of MASH, and weepy music and it's one of the funniest I've written.  I don't argue about it, I just drive everybody else crazy.  I don't want to lose a fight with an imaginary person after all.  That's just embarrassing.              


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January 28, 2012

Week 4 Winners and Bonus Giveaway

Going to keep it simple this weeks. First, congratulations to last week's winners!


January 20th -- Keeton Taylor -- Chris

January 21st -- Stacey Espino -- Teena

January 22nd -- Stormy Glenn -- Briannah

January 23rd -- Embry Carlysle -- Jewel

January 24th -- Julie Lynn Hayes -- Susie

January 25th -- Michael Mandrake -- Jim

January 26th -- Devon Rhodes -- Connie



This week's assignment -- recommend a book. That's it. Just comment below and recommend a book that you've read recently that rocked your socks off. Any genre, any pairing, anything that made you say "WOW!"

Three commenters will win their choice of any two (2) ebooks from my backlist. Please remember your contact info.

Contest ends January 31st at midnight EST.