Hello and welcome to a lovely Sunday with Joyee Flynn and one hot M/M excerpt! Keep reading to learn more about her caffeine addiction, themes in her writing, and even some advice for all of you aspiring writers out there. Joyee is also holding an exciting contest!: Comment to enter in to win the first book in an exciting new series from Joyee Flynn-My Maven, My Everything. Contest runs till April 18th and winner to be announced in comment section of post.
How long have you been an author?
I was first published May 2010
What's the one thing you can't write without?
Caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine.
Where do you find inspiration?
My dreams or nightmares, believe it or not. A lot of times I have some crazy dream that develops into something I can use in a story and I just run with it after I mull it over.
Do you have a favorite place to write?
Curled up on my couch with my laptop. It's comfortable even if I get stiff sitting that way and pup can come put his head on my knee every so often to offer support.
Do your stories tend to have a recurring theme? If so, what is it?
Yes, several actually but I have two main ones that readers can see often in my books.
1-Bigger isn't always better or stronger. I like to show that size isn't always reflected in the character of a person. Sometimes my smallest characters are the ones who are the physically strongest along with mentally and emotionally.
2-No matter who you are or your background, everyone has a breaking point. And I truly believe that. I don't follow the stereotypes that real men don't cry and a strong person can handle anything. That's just bullshit to me. I've seen some of the most manly, strong men I've ever known break down and cry when they experience tragedy or loss and it doesn't make them weak. It makes them human. Emotions to me aren't male or female and everyone has that line that once crossed just falls under too much to handle without cracking.
What books and/or writers have inspired you?
That's a LONG list. I'm a very eclectic reader, though I do tend to stay in fiction. Dante's Inferno is a big one. I love the idea that Hell isn't just Hell and Heaven isn't always Heavenly. Anne Rice is another one. My dog's named after one of her characters, Marius, after all. Laurell Hamilton's Anita Blake series takes the cake to me for originality and breaking molds. I'm all about pushing boundaries and reading authors like her shows me that I'm not the only one. And Charlaine Harris who I'd love to be when I'm all grown up. She's another one who doesn't write within the preset ideas of characters. The woman writes some bad ass fairies that don't make you think Tinkerbelle.
Do you have any weird writing habits?
Yes, I time myself. I know, that's one most people don't hear. After about forty-five minutes my hands and wrist start cramping from a college injury. So I have my little timer where ever I'm working and finish the sentence I was writing when it beeps. Then I take about a ten minute break, get up, stretch, let the pup out, throw some laundry in, or other chores that bring me back to the real world for a while. And it helps me plot out where the story's going when I sit back down for the next round of writing.
What advice would you give to any aspiring writers that might be reading this?
Run. Run far away… okay, not really. But think about it very hard if this is a career you can handle. There is a LOT more to being an author than I would ever have thought. And while I love it and wouldn't give it up for any other job in the world, I do wish I'd been better prepared for what I would have to face daily. I work 80-90 hour work weeks and maybe 35-40% of that is writing time. There's about 1k emails a day I have to filter through, read, and figure out which ones I need to reply to. And not all of them are very nice. Hell, some are just downright mean at times. But then there are the ones that are great and have me tearing up that my work has touched someone or gotten them through a rough patch in their life. And that's all any author wants, that their story took the reader out of reality for a while and gave them a good time. Being an author is a roller coaster, from the reviews, to the edits, to release days sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to see how your newest book is going to do. So I would say that any aspiring author understand that before submitting any manuscript. This is not a profession you can wade into, it's jumping in the deep end and seeing if you sink or swim.
Blurb: My Maven, My Everything
Madden "Mad" Forrest is a Son of Thanatus, a secret order rumored to be descended from gods. The members possess the ability to hear the souls of the dead and travel the country speaking for those without a voice and helping to lay them to rest. After a particularly stressful job Mad heads to New Orleans and picks up a hot twink in the hotel bar.
Josh McGreggor is out for a night of pleasure before heading off to a new job. The perfect man who invites him over to his table is answer to his desires. What neither expected was the strength of their feelings after one night's passion or that they don't want to part in the light of day.
Can the two men navigate through the minefield that arises from their roles to find love or will they be destined to continue their lives all alone?
The Tame Excerpt: My Maven, My Everything
“And people wonder why I demand witnesses,” I grumbled to myself as I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length black hair. I knew I was so going to tie one off when I got back to my hotel room after this shit.
“Fuck you!” Mike made a lunge for me, but I stepped to the side as Tim grabbed his arm. “You’re just a fucking nut job who thinks he sees dead people! Next you’re going to tell us that you can talk to them, too.”
“No he’s not, Boyle,” Chief Handly said calmly as he joined us with Officer Sanchez right behind him. “I called him in here. Are you questioning my orders and ability to be a cop?”
“No, sir.” Mike got himself under control then as Handly gave him a nod and then waved me to follow him. We walked about twenty feet away before the Chief turned to stare daggers at me. He was shorter than me, but only by a few inches. I was six-six, which helped people not fuck with me often, given what I did.
“Start talking, Forrest.”
“I need to know a few things before I risk you killing me for what I’m about to tell you,” I said slowly, eyeing the man over. He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest before giving me a nod. “How did you find out about me, or I guess who to contact for help?”
“A buddy of mine who works for the FBI. He and I served together in the Army years ago. When I told him about my missing officer, he told me who to contact and what you guys did. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I’m buying what you can do. But if he believes it, and he’s one jaded son of a bitch, I’m willing to take a leap of faith.”
“Did he tell you that we can do more than just find a body?”
“Yeah,” Handly answered slowly, his eyes starting to go wide. “He said you can hear the last thought the person had before they died. Something like the soul repeats it over and over and cannot rest until it’s heard.”
“That’s about right,” I said, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. “How long have you had Mike Boyle in your department, Chief?”
“A long time. Are you getting at what I think you are?”
“Yeah, and it’s not just Garrett over there, it’s his wife, too.”
“Why would Boyle—” Chief started to ask but then cut himself off. “He was banging Garrett’s wife, wasn’t he? Did Garrett find out?”
“Garrett walked in on them, and Boyle killed them both so he didn’t lose his plush life when his wife divorced him. I guess she’s got a nice prenup.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Handly swore, his voice rising in volume each time. “I can’t prove this off of what you’re saying, Madden.”
“No, but it gives you a step in the right direction on how to solve it. And it also makes me think I’m his planned scapegoat. So that’s why I asked Sanchez to get you in here.”
“You didn’t tell any of them where you were staying, right? You got a hotel in a different town?”
“I always get one at least a county over. As soon as I show you, I’m getting the hell out of dodge,” I answered firmly. This wasn’t my fight, and I wanted no part in it. I was about to do what I was sent here for, and only that. “You ready for this?”
“No, but let’s do it anyways.” I felt bad for the Chief. This was a mess I wouldn’t want to clean up either. He suddenly looked older as he shook his head and turned to walk back to his men. I followed him, feeling the urge to help the two poor murdered souls get stronger the longer I was around.
Once we got back to the group, I took the lead and led them to Garrett and his wife. As soon as they were visible, Mike made his move and launched at me. He was lucky that Meyers stepped in because I had no problem laying the asshole out. And again, with what I do, knowing how to defend myself was a must. I had black belts in several forms of martial arts, and also was as an accomplished marksman.
“Sanchez, escort Madden back to his car,” the Chief ordered as he and Meyers restrained Boyle. He turned to me then. “I’ll be in touch. Thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied with a solemn nod. We didn’t get paid for what we did from law enforcement or most people who contacted us. It was more a trade of favors. The Chief knew if one of our people was ever falsely accused of a murder when we were called in, he’d be asked to step in and attest to what we could do. It wasn’t blackmail or asking for the police to be in our pockets. It was about having credible references.
“I don’t know how you did what you just did, or what the fuck is really going on,” Sanchez said as we got to my car. He stuck out his hand for me to shake. “But thank you. Garrett was a good guy, and no one deserves to just get dumped like a bag of trash like that.”
“I agree. It’s why I do what I do.” I shook his hand and got in my rental car. I know it might seem cold to find two murdered people and leave like that. But given everything that was going on with Boyle being involved, I wanted to get the fuck out of there for self-preservation.
The Wild Excerpt: My Maven, My Everything
“Do you want me to roll over?” Josh asked me moments later after I’d slicked up my hand and cock and was rubbing my fingers against his hole. “How do you want me?”
“I want to see you,” I answered, shocking myself down to my very core. It was a very intimate position, one I normally shied away from. But I wanted to see the gorgeous man, not just close my eyes and fuck him. “And then you’re going to ride me later. And then I’m going to figure out a way to play how you want without handcuffs.”
“Three times? You can go three times in one night?” He gasped and then moaned as I pushed a finger in. “I like the burn. I like a little pain.”
“Good to know,” I replied before latching back onto his nipple and biting down hard. “And I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
“Personally, I think we should go for four rounds. We started early. it’s only after ten.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” I slid a second finger as I squeezed his ass hard and went back to torturing his nipples. They seemed to be a major hot spot for him because he went wild under me.
“So close, I’m so fucking close.” Josh groaned as I quickly stretched him out.
“Do you want to come now or while I’m fucking you?”
“Both. I recover quickly,” he begged. I angled my fingers to rub over his sweet spot as I scissored them back and forth. Staring at his face, I thrust into him harder and faster. Josh’s eyes went wide a second before he threw back his head and arched his back, screaming as he came. I almost froze in shock as I witnessed the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Part of me wanted to grieve because one night with Josh was not enough.
“Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” I groaned as I slid in a third finger and made fast work of opening him up. His orgasm was just starting to ebb as he was ready for me. I pulled my fingers out of his hole and he moaned quietly and just that was almost enough to have me coming. As quickly as I could, I tore open a condom and rolled it on, wishing desperately that I could ride his sweet ass bareback. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Josh gasped and pulled his knees to his chest. “Hard and fast, my Greek god, hard and fast.”
“Why Greek?” I had to ask as I lined up my cock to his pretty pink hole.
“Long dark hair, olive skin, tall and muscular with deep, dark eyes? Yeah, you scream that you’re from Greece or European.” He snickered. He was fairly accurate. My lineage did date back to Roman times, but that really made me more Italian than anything.
“Glad you like.” I didn’t give him time to reply, pushing my cock in his ass instead. Sweet hell, he felt like nirvana. The further I pushed into him, the more I never wanted to leave his tight hold. We both moaned as I bottomed out inside of him, and he wrapped his legs around my hips.
“I’ve never been this full.” Josh gasped as he ran his hands up my arms. “Just how big are you? I didn’t get a chance to really look.”
I leaned over him further, pushing more of my cock inside of him as I went to answer. “Over ten inches. Us Greek gods have big cocks.”
“I can tell.” Just to feed my ego, I pulled out and thrust back into him hard. Josh gasped, smiling and squeezing the muscles in his ass. I knew it was his own way to drive me insane, and it worked.
“You want it hard and fast right?” I asked, silently begging that he wasn’t just teasing me.
“Oh yeah, pound that meat into my ass so I can feel you all week.”
I groaned at the image of him walking funny tomorrow from my being inside of him tonight. Then I took him at his word, fucking him harder than I can ever remember having sex before. Josh made the prettiest sounds while I slammed into his hole over and over again.
“Come for me right now,” I growled when I got close. I grabbed his cock and started stroking him in time with my thrusts. “I want your cum.”
“Fuck!” He cried out as he came, arching his back as his eyes fluttered. I’d never found makeup attractive on a man before, but on Josh it accented his features so perfectly that it made my mouth water. The second his ass clamped down on my cock, I followed him over, roaring out my orgasm as I thrust inside of him.
“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation.” I chuckled in his ear minutes later as I started to come back down from my orgasm.
“You’ve still not accepted mine.” He purred and thrust his hips up. “I’ve offered to let you tie me down and blow you on my knees.”
“Which do you want first?” I groaned as I pulled out of him. I left him to think it over as I took care of the condom in the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Normally I would have cleaned up my partner as well, but we were far from done for the night. I gasped as I came back to the bedroom and walked into another breathtaking sight. Josh was on his knees next to the bed, still naked as he eyed me over like I was his own personal wet dream.
“I figure I should get you hard again if I’m demanding more sex.” He winked up at me.