Welcome to the official website of author Jayson James!

Tormented Discovery

Justin and Derrick have a secret that they revealed only to their closest friends as their story continues.

Drifting

What happens when the one you love, might not be the one?

Read My Story…

As I share Ryan’s and my experiences together during our last year of high school.

T.E.D.

TIM is being bullied. ERIC is frustrated with life. DELSIN is gay and ready to come out.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Guest Blogger = Alina Popescu


7 Crazy Things Authors Do or Say

Writers are a crazy bunch, and I say that with all the love in the world. I am one, I have friends who are writers, I stalk enough authors, in a word, I am dedicated to the trade… Yet we are as crazy as they come and some of the things we say or do are just way too out there! So this is a humorous take on the many little things that we say or do that drive our fans and friends and families and pretty much everyone positively insane.  *Insane in the brain being shouted in the background for a little musical stimulation*

#AmWriting

Yes, we need to share with the world every time we’re at our keyboards, typing away our stories. Why? Cause we’re sadistic little bastards who like to keep their readers on edge. They have to know about each and every phrase and sentence we add to the story they have been waiting for. We’re like the ultimate teases, keeping people right on the edge, tormenting them for days and weeks and months on end, but failing to provide the much needed release. And we wonder why readers growl at us when we post yet another teaser…

“I’m not writing”

Writer’s blocks are just as big of a topic as the times when we are coming up with new stories. We complain and when all else fails? We write tips about dealing with writer’s block.  We’ve obviously become very good at dealing with it.

Post our visual inspiration

Want photos of men and women to drool over? Follow a few writers. The amount of toe curling images they provide is unmatched. You’ll sob and swoon and fall in love every five minutes, I tell you.

Dance like a crazy person when we get good reviews

Nothing like a good review, pouring love and appreciation and everything cute and cuddly in the universe! The sun shines brighter, birds singing are no longer waking us up at ungodly hours, they just delight our ears, everything tastes better… You get the general idea!

At the opposite end are the bad reviews. “Any publicity is good publicity! Any publicity is good publicity! It’s good, all good, I’m breathing.  Nooooooooooooo! That review sucks, it’s mean, and unfair, and the reviewer does not get me… Oh, mother of pain so profound!” Again, you get the picture.

Drink too much coffee/tea or make huge amounts of chocolate disappear

It’s like our coffee or our tea or our sweets are what powers our ability to write. Can’t write? Get more coffee! Those edits killing you? Chocolate helps. We have evolved into these peculiar organisms that turn their favorite foods or drinks into story lines and characters and conflicts and cliffhangers.

Get their revenge by creating characters in your image and killing them off

Yup, that, or worse, making the character in your image the most hateful one in the whole damn novel! So not only do I hate you, but I get the whole world to hate you with me! Brilliant, isn’t it? While you read the story, you know it’s you, and you can’t help but cringe at the world of pain you’re being put through.

Worst off, you inspire a main character and writers show their love for you by putting you through even more pain! Does not matter, it’s all washed away in the end with a happy ending and the knowledge that you made it out alive. Unless we’re talking George R.R. Martin or someone of similar convictions and then… everybody dies!

Explain everything with research!

You never, ever want to go through the browsing history of an author. Ever! Everything from murder and mayhem and weird diseases to giant beasts, enough legal procedures to make your head spin, to very detailed encounters of the sexual nature, a whole lot of Tumblr and Pinterest, and impressive amounts of time spent on Facebook… all that huge mess and procrastination, all of it is actually research :D

Last but not least, writers do something that I’ve been doing for the past… oh, almost 700 words! Admit to their crazy, embrace it, love it, and go forth to victory with it!

 


About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and even won awards in local competitions. She has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm, and has recently released The Edge of Hope, the first novel in the Bad Blood Trilogy.

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1) Living in Bucharest, Romania, how much do you know about Romanian Tale of Der Grossman?

 

To be honest, I have no real clue about the Slenderman. Before seeing your interview questions, I didn’t even know it was supposedly a Romanian folk tale. I did not grow up with it, and I think it’s nothing but an urban legend born outside of Romania. Why I believe this? Well, Sorina is a pretty modern girl’s name. Some of our folks tales and fairy tales are a little twisted, granted, but this one has nothing familiar about it and I honestly couldn’t find any information on it from Romanian sources.

 

2) What makes you excited to get out of bed every day?

A very excited dog? Does that count? Unfortunately, I don’t have time to wake up fully or think about what’s exciting to me before he drags me outside to play with his friends. Leaving all jokes aside, I am usually excited about everything, because I happen to be a morning person and every beginning is wonderful to me. Yes, I am one of those weird people that love Mondays.

 

3) Do you have any rituals you do when you are writing, like listening to music?

Coffee and music are almost always part of my writing process. I can do without either or both, but I prefer to have them close by. I don’t need to be in a certain room, or type on one laptop, or write at a certain time of day. Music and coffee I am strict about though, but I don’t necessarily need to listen to my own music.

 

4) Speaking of music do you have a favorite song or band?

No, I don’t. I have favorite songs and bands and solo artists, but I can’t come up with a short enough list.

 

5) What writing projects do you have for the near future?

I am currently working on book two of Bad Blood and an MM romance project that seems to be getting most of my attention these days. It’s a fantasy/historical type of setting, without any real magic or mythical creatures. It does have the gorgeous, antihero warriors, the scheming and plotting rulers, and a pretty difficult road to a happy ending for the main characters.

 

6) When you are writing a book how much research do on the subject?

It depends on the subject. In some cases I spend a lot of time on research, in others, not so much. With my vampire trilogy, for example, the research was limited because vampires have always fascinated me and I knew a lot on myths, literature, ideas, real life cases… Also, most of the places I described in the book are destinations I’ve traveled to before.

 

7) Have you had any fans that have scared you by the way the act or things they have done?

I’ve just lunched my debut novel, so I am relatively new at this. Nothing scary so far, but I have been brought to tears quite a few times by artwork they did, the support they’ve shown or the reviews they’ve written.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Guest Blogger = JC Wallace


Hi, everyone! I want to thank Jayson for hosting me!

 

I want to talk about M/M and vampires!! Very Hot!

 

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So, I wrote a vampire story when the market is flooded. Why? Why not, lol. What I tried to do was something different in this story. One way I did this was to add supernatural/magical elements to an already varied depiction of vampires and their world.

 

Carson Locke is a rare Tabula Rosa vampire. Tabula Rosa is Latin and loosely translates into blank slate. When he bites another vampire, their mind is wiped clean, erased, creating a reprogrammable, blank slate, which can take on any personality, including mindless killing machines. That is why Carson has been sheltered his entire life and hidden away. In the past, Carson was forced to bite someone he cared for deeply and is haunted by the terror of that memory.

 

Commander Lincoln Samuels is a Sanatore vampire. In Latin (I love Latin if you hadn’t noticed), Sanatore means healer. Lincoln’s blood has the ability to heal other vampires. However, there is a possible side effect - Lincoln could bond physically and mentally with that vampire. In the past, Lincoln bonded with another vampire with near disastrous results. Now, he must decide if he will save Carson and risk that happening again.

 

And, then, there is the Salutem vampire...but to get into that would be a spoiler so you will have read the story to find out about that vampire.

 

Add in a shaman with supernatural powers and the ability to predict the future, and a destiny put into place hundreds of years before Carson was born, and, I hope, this vampire tale will satisfy the most die-hard fans of the genre.

 

 

 

 

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Blurb:

Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

 

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

 

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?

 

 

Excerpt:

Carson Locke was starving. Thoughts of veins and warm blood flowing through arteries clouded his thinking. His stomach had hollowed. His bones protruded and his muscles shook from weakness. His self-control, held by a fragile thread, stretched to the breaking point. When it snapped, he’d turn into the monster he’d avoided becoming for over twenty-three years.

He needed food. He needed blood. Now.

Despite crouching behind a Dumpster in the dark, the cold wind reached Carson, biting at his thin skin. Ten days. Ten days since he’d last eaten. Ten days too long for a young vampire. Ten days since he’d fled his home. Ten days since his mother and brother and uncle had been slaughtered and he’d run for his life. They were all dead because of what he was. Choking back a sob, he forced himself to focus on the back door of the building he’d been watching.

This was his last chance. If he couldn’t get the blood he needed here, that last thread of self-control would snap and he’d attack someone. The memory of the last time he’d been forced to bite—the screaming, the wide, vacant staring eyes, the nothingness—still haunted him. Carson squeezed his eyes tight and drew in several deep, steadying breaths. This task was too important to mar with past horrors he couldn’t rectify.

Two women bundled against the cold and a large, dark-haired man exited the back door he’d been staking out. As the women shuffled off to their cars, the man punched numbers into a keypad, securing the door. Carson clenched his fists as the man pulled out a cigarette and patted his pockets, no doubt searching for a lighter.

“Just leave,” Carson said in a pleading whisper.

Cigarette finally lit, the man moved toward the parking lot. Carson held his breath as the man disappeared around the corner. A siren blared in the distance, startling him. He clenched his teeth, drew air in through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. The beating of his heart threatened to fill the night air. He was terrified, but he was more hungry than scared.

Creeping from behind the Dumpster, Carson pulled his parka up over the lower half of his face. Jumping up, he grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape and struggled to pull himself up.

His arms shook with the effort. Sweat broke out on his skin as he managed to get a foot on the rung. The idea that vampires possessed superhuman strength was a myth, but damn, he was about as strong as an eight year old. He just had to climb to the roof, drop through the small window, and get the blood. Then he could worry about bigger issues.

Carson climbed over the ledge of the old brick building on shaky legs, propelled by his adrenaline. Without that extra push, he would have been flat on his face. The night before he’d been in this same spot on the roof and had jimmied the lock on the old wood-framed window. Before he could enter, the sound of a door slamming somewhere had scared him away. Being caught trying to enter the VMB could bring certain death, but that was better than starving.

Carson sighed in relief as the window slid open easily. His hands were so cold that he would have been unable to jimmy the lock again. Feet first, he shimmied into the dark room. He was on the third floor and unsure what he would find there. During the three days he’d staked out the building, he hadn’t seen any lights on this floor. Pulling out a flashlight, he surveyed the empty room and located the door.

The blood roared in his ears, and his speeding heart felt as if it would explode as he opened the door. Of course, the damn thing would creak. Stepping lightly, Carson walked down a hallway filled with closed doors. Undisturbed dust covering the floor spoke of the vacant nature of this floor of the building. Within the corridor, the noises of the surrounding city were faint, yet still pushed his heart rate faster. In the floor beneath his boots, the constant hum, like an engine running, vibrated up into his legs. At the end of the hall was a steel door with a small dark window that he hoped led to the stairway. The longer he spent wandering, the higher his chances of being found. Clenching his jaw, he pushed open the heavy door, the cold metal chilling the sweat on his palms. His light flashed over the edge of a railing. He found stairs going down to the left. Walking down one flight, he found another door, but what he needed was on the first floor.

Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze. Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory. Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what he needed.

At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the same consequence as stealing blood.

Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case, he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”

Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.

“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of Carson’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.

“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”

Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.

“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.

Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.

Please, do it quickly.

Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far. This was the perfect ending.

The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the floor. NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood, an act punishable by immediate death.

“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code number 456.5, I, an enforcment officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this judgment is carried out?”

 

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About JC Wallace

 

JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).

 

In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.

 

 





Sunday, June 29, 2014

My Interview with My Number One Fan

Mary’s Interview with Jayson James

My number one fan, Mary came up with some interview questions for me to answer. Below are the questions and my responses to them.


1) When you sit down to write, do you make an outline for your book or do you just go with what comes to you?

I do it in a variety of ways.  It all depends on the book.  Most of the time I have a general idea for what I want for a storyline and I will sit down and write it out along with notes (especially if I’m afraid I will forget what it was.) Sometimes I have a complete idea in my head and then I outline most of the book because as I get into writing there are other ideas that pop into my head.  These parts (I call them inspirational parts) are often people’s favorite parts of the book.  They are scenes that pop into my head and I will incorporate them immediately in the book. 

I have a board by my desk, on which at some point during the project, I will jot down notes directly onto it or using Post-It notes.  My board has always been too small for me, yet I have never gotten a bigger one!  It is typically when it gets overflowing with idea that I buckle down and get these ideas written.

In short, yes, I do outline.


2) If Cooper could tell us a few secrets about you what would they be?

Oh my goodness!  That’s a scary thought!  Cooper is with me most of the time when I am not at work.  She is always the one insisting I take a break.  I think she would say that I am always on the run, and that I am busy and always have something going on.  Though I know she is spoiled, she is not bratty, so I don’t think she realizes it.  I think she would say that I am busy and always have something going on.  She would tell you that our walks are twice as far and long when I am talking on the phone.  I cannot think of anything else she might share. Wink Wink!


3) You always post about movies and television shows that you are watching while writing or drawing, BESIDES One Direction (HEEHEE), is there another go to show that you put on?

Ha!  Most of the time I listen to either a movie or music, depending on my mood I suppose.  The movie has to be one that’s both a favorite of mine and one that will not distract me, but has parts that I can watch as I work out ideas in my head.  Some of my favorites, those I will watch over and over while writing are:  Easy A, Go, Pitch Perfect and Shelter. These are just a few of that come to mind immediately.  One Direction This Is Us has been great to have playing though – I will let it play all the way through several times during my writing time.

As far as television shows go, I cannot think of any that do not distract me from my writing, drawing.   There are a few that I like to put on for background noise and then I get sucked into them.  The O.C. is one that I have tried several times and get into a full on marathon of taking a break and watching the whole series.  Each time I put it on I think I am not going to get sucked into it, yet I do! 

Music can be good, as long as the tunes I listen to match my creative mindset.  There have been times when I’ve been all set to write, turn on one of the music channels to a song that inspires me and two songs later they are playing something that doesn’t sync with my writing mood.


4) Has there ever been a time that you would jump into one of your books to interact with your characters? Which book and which characters would it be?

Derrick Wilson and Justin Parker from the Finding Our Way Series for sure, seeing as they are so much a part of me.  A few of my friends suggested that I do something with them, although I was not ready to write another book with them, I did miss writing them.  I came up with these posts where they high -jacked my blog as well as those of a few others.  I have always enjoyed writing them as I have an idea for them.  They are always well received too!


5) Do you plan to draw all of the covers for your books?

If it were up to me, there are times I would like to say no.  When I went to publish Finding Our Way, my friends were all over me to put one of my drawings on the cover.  I thought I would later go back and change the cover to real models, if I could ever find one that looked just right (and not on other covers).  I was more afraid of my drawings being bashed more than my book.  My drawing was something I had always kept private, beyond my various cartooning and I was embarrassed about using it.  I laugh at that now.  I get more fan mail and various compliments about my drawing than I do any of my books.


6) If you were having lunch with someone that is not in your everyday life, who would it be and why?

Finally an easy question to answer!  You Mary and Claudine Clarke most definitely would be the pair I would like to lunch with.  From the moment I met each of you, as we have discussed, we just seemed to click.  I have always been able to just be myself with each of you and feel as if I could tell you anything.  Although we have yet to meet in person, we “get” and know each other well.  It is rare that you find someone who gets who you really are and still appreciates you.  That is what I have with you two.  I could see us talking and laughing together long after we’d worn out our welcome at wherever we had lunch.


7) Can you tell us about a WIP that you have going now?

I have a book getting ready to published titled Pieces of Us. And I need to get my act together and work on the cover art!  I’m just waiting on my inspiration for that to kick back in.  The idea is in my head and I am working out the details.  Pieces of Us is about two best friends since elementary school, Jesse and Dylan, who are in the end of their freshman year of high school, looking forward to summer.  The story is set in 1988, when time and views were considerable different than they are now.  It takes place around the growing these two friends do together and apart as the summer moves forward. 

POU is about Jesse and Dylan, two best friends since middle school, looking forward to summer.  …..It involves the growing and self- realizations that these two friends do together and apart as the summer progresses.

Riding on the momentum of finishing one book, I have begun working on another.  This one is currently called How It Was Supposed To Be, but I am not sure if I am going to keep this title. We’ll see as work progresses on it.  This book is about Reese Chandler, a high school junior whose dad has lost his job and how quickly he goes from having the ideal life to being homeless.  Though the story might sound a bit depressing, I have, worked out in my head since I was kid, during various trips in the car with my family.  The story itself has evolved over the years and wasn’t until recently that that I felt I had enough of the story to write out. It’s funny because I already have 19,000 words on paper as well as the cover image drawn for it, yet I am not sure if it will be my next book.




I also have TNT a book that centers on Tyler and Tyson Hensley, the twins from the Finding Our Way Series.  This book takes place when the twins are in middle school and will give an insight into each of them as individuals as well as a pair.


8) When it comes to fans, what are your views on them?

Who doesn’t enjoy being appreciated?  Fans are great!  I am delighted to have gained a few loyal readers who enjoy and appreciate my work.  For them I am grateful to have in my life.  As crazy as it might sound, I have always thought that when I strike it big, I would love to have a big party for those who have and continue to support, promote and believe in me. 


9) Although you’ve done well as an Indy author, do you think you will ever go through a publisher?

Although a publisher expressed interest in publishing my first book, we were well on our way to self-publishing.  My friends have always been interested in reading through and editing my writing and it has been a real bonding experience for me with them.  When someone has decided they do not want to or can’t help out, I’ve gained a few others. Recently I had the chance to go with a publisher, interested in all of my current published work as well as the remaining books in the series.  As it stands right now, I am proud of what I have accomplished with the help of my friends and I want to keep things as they are.  Each time I release a book, I gain more readers and friends.  I like how things are.  As my friends know, if the chance arises for me to quit my day job and be able to survive on my creativity, I will.  We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. 


10) Who would you cast in a movie about Justin and Derrick? Feel free to add the rest of the cast if you'd like!

When I wrote all three books, I had Keir Gilchrist in mind for Derrick Wilson, however he never seemed right to me.  One day I saw Logan Lerman in an interview and I thought immediately he would be a much better Derrick.  As far as Justin Parker, I have always envisioned Josh Hutcherson when I was writing him and I still think he would be the best choice to play him.  Hayden I have always seen played by Johnny Simmons while Ryan I am always toying with different Mexican actors, currently I am undecided.  Tyson and Tyler Hensley I think would be played well (however, without the British accent) by Jack and Finn Harries, seeing that the two of them together capture both the look and attitude I imagined them having.  Stacy is another one I have not found the right person, the actress would need to be tough, but sweet. (I have yet to find the right actress to portray Stacy, but she would have to be tough but sweet)


11) Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Or what do you see yourself doing in 10 years

That’s a tough one.  I’ll be realistic with my answer.  If I have my way, I will be teaching and still publishing books that people like to read, as well as drawing; making money doing two of the things I love to do.


12) If you could go anywhere in the world you wanted tomorrow, where would it be and why?

Good question!  There are several places I would love to go visit: Hawaii
Pennsylvania, New York, Arizona, England, to name a few. There are so many! 



THANK YOU!!!
Mary for such great questions and giving me a chance to share with my readers. 

CC for editing and helping to pull this together.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Interviewed Guest = Jenna Galicki


Thank you Jenna, for taking time out of your busy schedule to sit down with me today.

Thank you Jayson, for having me as a guest.

1) When you write from a man’s POV, do you ever have difficulty with wording or how to talk as a man? Who do you use a reference for that?
I don't really find it hard at all.  I guess it's because of all the outspoken men I've known in my life. Not much is sacred - they tell all, as it is, whether I want to hear it or not.
2) You are going on vacation to a Caribbean Island, what 3 things must you have with you? And who would be coming with you?  
The first thing is technology! I don't go anywhere without my laptop, tablet and cell phone.  Next would be shoes (gotta have several pairs of killer shoes on hand at all times!).  Third, I need to bring my own sheets.  (I have been scarred for life by that segment on TV with the black light!)  As for a companion, I'd bring The Hubbs with me. We travel a lot and have a good time together.
3) How do you research the music scene to make it so realistic? The Prince Of Punk is very much like what a show really is in person. 
I go to A LOT of concerts and they span many different genres.  When I write about the scenes on stage, I recall what it's like to be front row at a concert.
4) What makes Jenna happy on a daily basis?  
Interacting with people (I love making new friends), music and my dogs.
5) If you could write a different genre, what would it be and why?  
I think it would be suspense because I love the build up and those "OMG, what's going to happen next?!" moments.
6) What do you hope people remember most about you?  
I really want people to regard me as a kindhearted person. I have great compassion for all living things and love all people, regardless of their differences.
7) Have you had any fans that have scared you by the way the act or things they have done?  

Not at all.  It takes a lot to get under my skin or illicit a negative reaction from me. :-)

Thanks again Jenna for taking time to be my guest today.  Below is more information about Jenna and  her books.


The Prince of Punk Rock

I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret. It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom. Jessi’s only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that the men are one night stands. But when Angel Garcia enters their life, it’s like a match to gasoline.

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is used to getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner.

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband's bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage. He makes her life hell . . . and heaven. He’s her damnation and her salvation. She wants to hate him. She wants to despise him. But his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist. Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband's gay lover.

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom.

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice. Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions.

They aren't your ordinary rock stars. They're radical rock stars. And they have a big story to tell.

Amazon:
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Jealousy

He's the shoulder she leans on.
He worships her.
She shields and protects him.
He watches over her.
They're soul mates for life.
They're not lovers; they're best friends.
Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache.
Follow their journey to find love.

When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.

Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.

In this modern day ‘Will and Grace’ meets ‘Sex and the City’, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.

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Jenna Galicki, Author of Contemporary Romance
The Prince of Punk Rock: http://amzn.to/MG7R3u
Twitter:  @jennagalicki


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Mary the Magnificent


Although I am ready to crash (hard) this evening, I needed to share that I am so grateful to Mary.  We became friends after she read my books and we conversed and long story short, clicked!  There are so the many things so does for me.  Although Mary is not my only friend that is willing to help me out and want to help me succeed, she has taken on the role of being my assistant.  She is always willing to pitch in and lend a hand for a variety of tasks.  Plus she deals with me -- as an author and an artist!

This week, Mary shared with me the promo spots she put together to advertise my books.  What she out together far exceeded what I was hoping to get.  Not only did she come up with some great images and a theme, she put together a full fledged ad campaign.  I am looking forward to seeing this posted and shared.

Thank you Mary for being my number one fan!







Sunday, June 15, 2014

Interviewed Guest = Felicity Nichols

My featured guest today is, Felicity Nichols from Mad in Wonderland Reviews, who has taken time to sit down and answer a few questions for me today.

1) Being a reviewer how do you balance the authors that would like you to review their books?
I am currently trying to find a unique balance for that. I am giving my review family a master list to choose from unless it's due for a promotional event then it gets first priority.

2) Are there any genres that you really don’t like to read?
I am not a huge paranormal fan, it's hard to get into for me.

3) What genre of book would you write yourself?
I would write erotica, it's my favorite to read.

4) Let’s pretend you are a secret agent, who are you guarding and why?
I would be guarding my daughter, always. I would guard her because there are too many evils in the world and too many negative people.

5) If you could go anywhere and do anything what would you do and where are you going?
I would love to just get in the car and drive. Let the roads take me wherever they lead me to.

6) Bridging the gap from reviewing to being an author, do you think that the reviewing you have done will help you avoid things that you have not liked in books you have read?
I have decided not to pursue writing but I think as a review it helps prep me for writing and seeing the things that upset me in writing and avoiding them.

7) When you are at peace, what take you there?
Honestly? Late nights with my daughter when she's fast asleep curled in my chest. It's moments like those that help me remember who I am and what my purpose is. I love my daughter and will always put her first.

Is there anything else you would like to share today?
If you are interested in reviewing for Mad in Wonderland Reviews or are an author seeking reviews, we would love to hear from you!    Link to our blog: http://madinwonderlandreviews.blogspot.com

Thank you Felicity for being my guest today!


Thank you Jayson for having me and featuring me today! It was a blast to chat with you!



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Guest Blogger = JC Wallace = Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!

Hi, everyone! I want to thank Jayson for hosting the
Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!

Dare to Love Forever is my second published novel, and I’m excited to share the story with you. At the end of this post, you will find the buy link, blurb and excerpt, as well as a chance to enter to win some great prizes at the end of the tour!

  Check here for links to all of the blogs in the tour.

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Kissing!! Who doesn’t like kissing? Yes, in my stories I have sex scenes and the supernatural and some kidnappings and bad guys and heroes...well, you get the point. But one thing I love is kissing, especially those first kisses where there are butterflies and anticipation and heat and hope and promise. So today, I am sharing with you kisses from three different stories of mine. Enjoy!


Dare To Love Forever
Lincoln raised Carson’s hand and rested it against his cheek. His dark beard scratched at Carson’s palm. Carson raised his chin, met hooded, lust-filled eyes. Butterflies the size of crows beat against Carson’s stomach. Lincoln’s tongue came out and licked at his own lips. Carson’s eyes flicked down to watch the erotic motion. Gods, he wanted to taste those wine-colored lips.

Maybe Lincoln was reading Carson’s mind because Lincoln lifted his other hand and laid it on the back of Carson’s neck. The skin-to-skin contact raced a shiver through Carson’s body all the way to his toes. His cock was so hard and aching, and he wanted to touch it but he refrained, waiting…breathing…yearning, as Lincoln continued to stare right into him.

The hand on his neck tightened and pulled Carson closer, leading him to Lincoln’s lips. Time stopped as he traveled the short distance to those moist lips. Just before they touched, Carson closed his eyes. Lincoln’s hot breaths hit Carson’s face and then their lips came together tentatively, as if they were both waiting for the other to make the move. The electricity sparking from just that touch zipped straight to Carson’s groin and he surged forward, turning his head and opening his mouth while wrapping his arms around Lincoln’s neck. Lincoln’s hand tightened on Carson’s neck and the other wrapped around Carson’s waist and pulled him hard against Lincoln’s chest.

Oh gods, the taste of the man was heavenly, and Carson attacked his lips, teeth clacking, and a moan rising from one of them. Lincoln turned his body and pulled Carson onto his lap. Instantly, Carson humped against Lincoln’s stomach. A scorching heat rose from within and Carson’s control held by only a fragile thread.


Curiosity Killed Shaney
Snuggling the large bear chest, Shaney reveled in their serene closeness. Hudson’s hand gently lifted Shaney’s chin. His gaze searched Shaney’s face for something. He tried to deny the lust he read in Hudson’s intense eyes. If only...

Hudson leaned closer, his gaze straying to Shaney’s mouth. Short gasps of air fanned his skin as Hudson’s seductive lips descended. Shaney closed his eyes. His breath ceased as a tentative caress and the swipe of a wet tongue played at his needy lips, sparking nerve endings that zipped straight to his groin.

Any misconceptions he’d had about Hudson’s orientation quickly dissipated. Shaney clenched at the cotton material on Hudson’s back, desperately pulling at the reins of his overwhelming need to rub and rut like a cat in heat. His growing erection pushed at the front of the oversized sweats he’d come to be wearing. The pressure on his lips increased as Hudson’s tongue explored his mouth. Hudson tightened his grip and lifted Shaney until his toes tickled the carpet. One of Hudson’s legs slid between Shaney’s thighs and Hudson lowered him onto that hard-muscled limb and, oh, God, the pressure felt so fucking good.

The kissing turned into an urgent battle of tangling tongues, clacking teeth, and moans filling their combined mouths. Hudson lowered his hand, kneading Shaney’s backside. His other hand ran trembling fingers through the waves at the back of Shaney’s skull, taking full control of the bruising kiss. Shaney rocked his pulsing cock against Hudson’s leg and Hudson’s immense bulge pressed hard into Shaney’s hip, increasing Shaney’s frenzied bucking. Sweat coated Shaney’s forehead and prickled the skin of his back. Growing pressure filled Shaney’s balls, and warm waves of euphoric pleasure filled every cell as Shaney chased his elusive orgasm. He needed to come so badly, wanted it with everything he was, wanted it with Hudson.

Waiting for Snow by JC Wallace

Strong fingers touched Dain’s neck, kneading the rock hard muscles. Dropping his head forward, Dain willed the relaxation to filter through every muscle of his body.

“What happened that night, Dain?”

Two thumbs rubbed over the top of Dain’s spine and he moaned. Any inkling of his migraine dissipated.  Soaking in every inch of those hands, he said, “If I tell, it’ll grow arms and legs and a head and fucking eat me alive.”

Jake leaned over his shoulder and whispered. “I won’t let that happen. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Dain shuddered, and fuck, if he didn’t believe every word. But the minute he spilled the details of that awful night and his past, Jake’s touches would stop and he needed that touch like a man dying of thirst. 

Warm air feathered across Dain’s cheek and Jake whispered, “I lied earlier.”

Dain licked at his dry lips. “About what?”

"I don’t want to be your friend, Sweetheart."

The seductive whisper ran straight to Dain's cock. Dain wanted to touch Jake, kiss him, lick him. No one had touched Dain since Mick. Fuck friendship.

“Don’t want that either.” God, his dick was speaking for him now.

Dain turned and a hot spike of desire shot straight to his core as their eyes connected. Jake’s chest rose rapidly and his eyes hooded. Dain placed a hand over Jake’s racing heart as Jake’s large hands settled gently on Dain’s hips. With shallow breaths, shaky legs, and heart pounding against his ribs, Dain lifted his chin.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

Their lips crashed together like a breaking tide. Tongues tangled and the kiss took on an increasing urgency, but Jake pulled back and, with a frowning confusion, searched Dain’s eyes for something. Dain wanted to question him, but need overruled. Opening for another kiss, Dain ate at Jake’s mouth as if he were starving. Jake’s hands ran down Dain’s back then squeezed his ass. Dain bucked his hips and Jake answered with a buck of his own. Shit, a mammoth bulge pressed into Dain’s stomach. God, he wanted this man here and now, forever.





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Blurb:
Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?


Excerpt:

Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze. Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory. Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what he needed.
At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the same consequence as stealing blood.
Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case, he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”
Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.
“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of Caron’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.
“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”
Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.
“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.
Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.
Please, do it quickly.
Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far. This was the perfect ending.
The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the floor. The letters NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood, an act punishable by immediate death.
“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code number 456.5, I, Chief Enforcement Officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this judgment is carried out?”

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About JC Wallace

JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).

In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.