Sunday, July 31, 2011
On the Evolution of Werewolves
When I was growing up, a werewolf movie usually involved someone who looked like Lon Chaney Jr—big, scary, and hairy. Or the product of insanity, like Oliver Reed in the The Curse of the Werewolf. Or creepy, as in Werewolf in a Girl’s Dormitory. And who could ever forget the classic comedy, Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, which not only features the hairy creature, but Dracula and Frankenstein’s monster as well, with a special guest appearance by the Invisible Man.
1981 saw a different type of werewolf film, when An American Werewolf in London was released. This was true for two reasons—the creature was CGI and not a guy in a rubber suit, and the unfortunate victim of the curse was actually cute. What a great concept—a werewolf doesn’t have to be old, ugly and hairy, he can be hot!
Flash forward to the present day. Nothing new on the werewolf film front per se, but the novels, oh the novels! Werewolves (and their close cousins the shapeshifters) have become extremely popular, especially among the authors of m/m romance, with the result that you can’t shake a literary stick without running into buttloads of them. What makes them different than their previous counterparts is that these gay werewolves are also hot hunky droolworthy guys that are definitely easy on the eyes.
Have you come a long way, baby!
Now they have packs, and forever mates. They’re heroes, not villains. And they have abs that are to die for!
The new werewolf has stepped into the shoes, or maybe he’s pushed the previous occupant out of the shoes, of the once king of the supernatural sweethearts—the vampire. Perhaps that is because of a glutted market filled with vampire tales. Some would say, quite cattily, that it’s Twilight’s fault, that it left a bad taste in people’s mouths. I would argue that point—perhaps the films did, but the books were good (even if the last one could have been better, especially if it had been split in two). Be that as it may, werewolves are here, and many of them are queer, and they’re jonesing for the attention of the reading public.
A few years ago, when the most popular werewolf around was Remus Lupin of HP fame, I heard a voice in my head who said he was a gay werewolf. I ended up writing his story. His name is Max Montague, and that story became To the Max, which was published March 26th, 2010. Max continued to talk to me, and I’m happy to say that a sequel was born, with the continuation of Max’s story, carrying on where the first one left off. The second book is For Love of Max, and is available today from Silver Publishing.
Max is not your typical werewolf hero. He’s not an alpha, and he’s not a candidate for the cover of a men’s magazine (although Richard would argue that point, but I suspect he is biased). He’s forty-four years old, has a large heart, and a lot of strange friends and family, not to mention a longtime lover, Richard. Despite being a werewolf, which is only a once a month stint, he is a very human, very likeable guy, who is often loath to speak up to defend himself. Like a lot of people. The conflicts of the first book have been happily resolved. Well, not all of them, there are some ongoing problems to be dealt with. And new ones rear their ugly heads. But that’s life, right?
I hope you enjoy reading about a werewolf who isn’t your typical steroid case with the desire to bash skulls at the least provocation. Max Montague is a gentle sensitive soul. But sometimes even nice guys can reach their limits.
No matter what kind of werewolf you prefer, they’re all fun, and that’s what counts. What will the next supernatural darling be? Perhaps dragons. That would be interesting!
Thanks for having me, Heather! Have a great day! I’d love to hear from all of you! What do you think? Do you have a favorite type of werewolf, and what is it?
Excerpt: For Love of Max
Now, where were we? Oh yes, Richard and I have our lips locked together like a couple of love-starved fools, and we're crying and laughing at the same time, and I've just agreed to marry him….
Yes, I did say marry, and I know there are those who will look upon us askance. Gay marriage is far from an accepted lifestyle in this country, even in this supposedly enlightened day and age. In fact it is not only frowned upon, but largely banned. And mostly by people who are afraid of us. Why? Good question. I won't even get into religious ethics, or a discussion of the Bible, nor Christian precepts. Let me just say that disliking or hating someone on the basis of their sexual orientation is just as wrong as hating them for the color of their skin, or for their religious beliefs. And forbidding people to legally wed for the same reason is simply wrong. Where do you draw the line? Mixed race couples, mixed religion couples? What happened to loving one another, regardless of who they are? We are not sinners, we are simply human….
Anyway, we are here and warm… and touching, and loving, and all of the bad air has been expelled, and all that is left is the love in our hearts, the love we bear for one another, which envelops us and cradles us gently. Now we truly begin….
Principessa, our darling King Charles spaniel and our only child, is running circles around us now, excited by our excitement. Her daddies are together again, and very obviously happy. We break the kiss to bestow caresses on our baby. She clambers in between us and we manage to cuddle around her.
"Max, I'm so sorry…"
"Shhh." I lay a finger against his lips. "No apologies, no regrets. Just us and the future. Our future. Together."
He nods solemnly. "I'll never leave you again, Max," he swears, "I'll never disappear without a word, I promise. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."
"And I am yours," I echo, "'til death do us part."
Our lips come together with soft sighs, and sensual shivers that run between us like electrical charges. We haven't touched at all since the ill-fated night of the last full moon, and the undischarged desire we bear for one another is enough to jump-start a dead car battery.
"I've missed you so much," he murmurs into my lips, "I need you, Max, I always will…."
"And I need you Richard," I reply softly. "Nights without you are far too long… and lonely…."
He moves closer now, his tongue seeking and receiving permission to enter my mouth, his fingers winding through my hair. We are content to let our lips do all the talking. No need to rush, we have all the time in the world—now that we are together again, never to be parted. Our eyes locked in mutual admiration. Our hearts bound in mutual bliss. Our puppy becomes bored with us, and our apparent inactivity, and settles down for a nap, watching us with those big, brown spaniel eyes. We stretch out together in the grass, oblivious to what we might be doing to our three-piece suits. Stains are made to be removed, are they not?
He rolls me over to take the dominant position above me—I love when he does that, for just between us he does dominate and I do tend to submit—it's simply the natural order of our lives. He catches my wrists in his strong grasp, pulling them over my head, holding them against the soft grass, showing me who’s in control—not that I don't know that already.
"Tell me what Max wants." He rubs against me suggestively; the material separating us only serves to enhance the friction between our hardening cocks in a delightfully maddening way.
"Max wants Richard," I respond promptly, predictably. "Max wants Richard to come back home, where he belongs… in Max's bed… their bed…."
"Our bed," Richard echoes, licking my chin softly, squirming against me.
God, I want him so badly.
"And by the way, who's been sleeping in Richard's bed while he's been gone?"
"Not the wolf," I chuckle softly, "that would be Rachel. She's been staying with me. I let her have the bed and I'm in the library, on the couch. All alone…."
"Not tonight, sweet thing." He moves his tongue along my jaw line, sending chills all through me.
"I hope Rachel doesn't mind, but she is officially dispossessed."
"She won't mind, now she can go back to Mark. I'm sure he'll be happy, too."
"I'm sure," he replies. "Max, you wanna take a shower?"
My cock twitches at his suggestion. "I think we can do that." I attempt to maintain an air of casualness, but I fail—miserably. I’m far too excited to be suave and detached.
He brushes his fingertips lightly over my cheeks. "Max could use a shave too," he observes. "I can do that for him, if he likes?"
If he likes? I purr warmly at his touch. Max the recluse hasn't been as diligent as he should have been in keeping the five o'clock shadow at bay. Not that it's much of a shadow, my hair is too light for that, but being a wolf does have its disadvantages. One of them is a tendency toward hirsuteness. But this works out, 'cause I love the way Richard handles a straight razor—deftly, surely, and very, very sensually. I’m about to tell him so, but Swan Lake begins. Damn, someone has horrible timing.
I try to ignore it, but some people don't take a hint.
"Max, go ahead and get it, they'll just call back," my lover points out, releasing my hands. With a sigh, I squirm, raising my hips so that I can pull the phone from my pocket.
"Max?" It's Juliet. Interruptus maternus. "You were supposed to call me…."
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The heat wave was just beginning. In one week, Shana had successfully unpacked all of her kitchen supplies, and now she could barely bring herself to move. The children were outside playing again. Someone had managed to break open a fire hydrant, and there was no point in letting the cool water go to waste.Shana sat in front of the television set. She couldn't afford cable, so she watched soap operas, barely able to pay attention for the sweat that dripped down her neck and between her breasts. She had to leave for work in five hours--a night shift. Ms. Fifi had been kind enough to agree to come over and watch the boys for her that night.
Shana closed her eyes and sighed, pulling the thin fabric of yet another tank top high on her torso, until it barely covered her breasts. And she was already in the shortest shorts she could find. She was half-worried she'd die of heatstroke. Where was Coffie and that fan?
Shana had hoped it was an excuse, a reason to see her again. The very thought of him heated her veins, as the sun heated her skin. He was so beautiful, with his dark skin, the color of night, and his deep, sexy voice.
She must be hallucinating. The pretty blond opened her eyes, and sure enough the man himself stood in her doorway, bearing what she hoped was a working box fan.
She realized her haggard, barely-covered state and stood immediately, straightening her clothes and hair. Coffie's eyes raked shamelessly over her body.
"You look like a snowflake about to melt in this heat."
"I feel like it, too."
Coffie grinned and set the fan on the table. He helped himself to a glass of water in the kitchen, already comfortable enough to make himself at home in hers. And she didn't mind it. Not one bit. He took a long sip, then offered the glass to her. Shana licked her lips. The gesture was intimate. In the back of her mind, she knew this was progressing quickly, and she let it. She raised the glass to her lips; the very knowledge that his had been there was more than enough to spread wet heat between her thighs.
Her heartbeat quickened, and her tongue darted out once more to rid her lips of excess moisture. Coffie's eyes were fixed on the movement. She shifted and squeezed her thighs together, trying to sate the desire she felt.
"Thank you," she murmured.
The tall, statuesque man didn't respond. Instead, he reached his hand out to take the cup away and put it on the counter, then he reached out once more to touch her waist and pull her close. Shana glanced at the open door, but Coffie didn't seem to care if anyone walked in on them. He pressed his soft, smooth lips to hers, kissing her sweetly at first, then harder, his tongue begging entry to her mouth as their cravings grew stronger.
Shana's head was spinning. She hadn't experienced this type of pulse-pounding desire in too long. Her breasts heaved, heat coming at her from every direction now. She felt blissful, dizzy. His lips moved to her neck, slowly teasing the sweet spot beneath her ear as his hand worked its way up her thigh. She held on tightly for the ride as his fingers breached the defense of her shorts easily, pushing aside the thin denim and thinner cotton panties. Then his large fingertips worked their magic. He held her steady with one arm, and used his other hand to toy ruthlessly with the hard nub of her clit.
Shana gasped and shook against Coffie. God, he was amazing. Waves of pleasure swept over her in a steady, methodic rhythm. And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Coffie dipped his index finger between her damp folds of flesh, stimulating her from the inside and out, bringing her swift and sense-shattering climax.
The pretty blond's body quivered in the arms of a tall, well-built black man. Her cheeks blushed, and she glanced around quickly to make sure there were no gawkers at her windows. She saw none and moved her gaze back to Coffie's dark eyes. He raised his fingers to his mouth, tasting her juices, heating her blood all over again.
And although she could feel his large, hard need pressing against her thigh, he asked for nothing in return.
"I'll see you again, Shana," he murmured in her ear.
"Looking forward to it."
Shana watched him leave, lust and desire barely satisfied. Then she turned on the fan, ready to wait out the heat once again.
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Ryssa Edwards (m/m)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Shana was the only white woman on the block. It was summertime and the heat was scorching outside. Her first floor apartment was muggy—there was no AC—and all she could do was open the windows and hope a breeze might pass through. She was a single mom with two children, waitressing six nights a week, daydreaming about rich men and a better life. But for now, this was it. She’d had such little time to herself, and even after three weeks, she was living mostly out of boxes.
But today, she had the day off. The custody battle was settled, and her children had made friends. Shana’s white tank top stuck to her sweaty chest as she leaned out the living room window. Her two young sons were jumping through a stream of water on the sidewalk while a little dark-skinned girl held the hose. Her mother was sitting on the front step, talking on a cordless phone and keeping an eye on them. Shana was glad her boys had found a place. It was easy to tell they were mixed—their skin was very light brown, and Jasper, the youngest, had blue eyes. She knew they were beautiful and made sure they knew it, but acceptance wasn’t exactly easy for some—on both ends of the racial spectrum.
But the minute she’d moved onto this block, she’d felt the sense of home they’d all longed for. Neighbor after neighbor stopped by to introduce themselves, and all of them came bearing some kind of food. Shana sighed and glanced at her messy kitchen. She should return the favor someday. Soon. But all of these boxes just seemed impossible. She opened one with pots and dishes she’d never used. It was time to find a place for them.
But the pretty blond had barely gotten through half the hand-me-down Longaberger when a knock sounded on her open door. She turned, running a hand through her long hair, in an effort to keep it from sticking to her neck.
The sight that met her blue eyes was unexpected. A tall, smooth-skinned black man stood in the doorway, smiling with perfect white teeth. Shana had never seen anything like him. His skin was impossibly dark, straight African, and it glistened like melting dark chocolate under the heat of the sun.
Damn, there was something about hot summer days on the streets of New York City. Shana’s lust was instant.
“I’m Coffie,” the man introduced himself. “My mother lives next door—Ms. Fifi? I’m visiting and thought I’d come say hello.”
Shana wiped the dust from her hands onto her skin-tight jeans. Of course. She’d heard a bit about Ms. Fifi’s sexy son.
“It’s good to meet you. Ms. Fifi’s been so kind to us.”
She took his strong hand in hers and shook it. Her knees weakened instantly. God, he was beautiful. Late thirties, confident, proud. He was in dress slacks and a wifebeater—the perfect combination of clean and casual.
“Us?” he asked, glancing around the doorframe at the children playing. “The two light-skinned boys are yours?”
Shana nodded and joined him at the door. Her children had moved into the street now, and two girls just a little bit older than her sons were with them.
“The girls are mine,” Coffie explained.
“They’re gorgeous. Is your wife still visiting with your mother?”
“No wife. God knows where their mother is.” He gave a small smile, and Shana returned it.
“Would you like a drink?” she offered. “A soda or water…? I could make lemonade.”
“Lemonade sounds wonderful.”
Coffie sat his tall frame at Shana’s small kitchen table, and she took a pitcher out of a cabinet. Coffie was turning the dial of a box fan with no result.
“It’s broken,” Shana told him.
She was unapologetic, but simple things like that served to remind her that her life wasn’t everything she’d hoped for as a little girl. She was tired, single, broke, and…God…just looking at those large, strong hands made her all too aware of how long it had been since she’d been with a man.
“I can take it for you. I’ll fix it and bring it back in a day or two.”
Shana was surprised at the offer. But, then, she’d spent the last two weeks being surprised at people’s kindness. She’s barely known her neighbors when she was growing up, and she’d never expected to be accepted, to make friends here. But she had. And here was one more. One more incredibly gorgeous friend.
She nearly spilled some of her lemon juice and bit her lip quickly, trying to keep her desire from becoming obvious. But it was overwhelming her. She couldn’t explain it. Perfection had walked through her door, and she couldn’t help her attraction to it.
Shana opened the cabinet above her head and reached for the glasses. The only clean ones were on the very top shelf. In an instant, Coffie was there, very near to her, grabbing two of them easily.
“Thanks,” she murmured softly.
She poured the drinks and handed one to him. He remained standing as he took a long sip. Her gaze lingered on his smooth lips. He caught her looking and smiled. She returned the gesture and stared at a cardboard box on the floor.
“If you need help unpacking, I’m sure my mother and her sisters would be more than happy to come over.”
“She’s already offered, but thank you. I can handle it.”
“I bet you say that a lot.”
She glanced at him, confused and intrigued by his assumption. He didn’t even know her. “Why do you say that?”
“Single parents.” He shrugged, the muscles of his shoulders rippling beneath his dark skin. “We think we can do it all.”
Shana smiled and finished the rest of her drink. “Yes, we do.”
Coffie set his empty glass down on the counter and reached his hand out to shake hers.
“It was good meeting you, Shana. I’ll see you again soon.”
He took her fan with him when he walked out the door. Shana went to the window to watch him wrangle his children. She bit her lip again, too aware of her body. He’d awakened something within her, and she knew the attraction was mutual. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
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Lindsay Klug (m/m)
Lily Sawyer (m/m)
Sui Lynn (m/m)
Pender Mackie (m/m)
Ryssa Edwards (m/m)
Sunday, July 10, 2011
What is the best dirty joke you've ever heard?
A: Ok here it goes….
Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something. The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.
The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, Well never forget you!'
What book that you've written so far is your favorite or the most meaningful? Why?
A: I think it would have to be Fiery Magic, book 3 in my Devon Falls series. It dealt with pregnancy, lovers torn apart and it was the most emotional book I have written. Most of my Devon Falls books are fun, light, steamy reads but this one took me in a direction that hadme crying in a scene as I was writing it.
Another is a WIP I am writing now. It is an M/M story that started with me listening to a song and the most heartbreaking scene literally came to me right then and there. I was writing it till one in the morning. My beta reader said as she read it, she was bawling. :) Guess that means I did good. *laughs*
How did you come up with your pen name?
A: Actually my one writer friend suggested my pen first name and I came up with the last name.
What made you want to become a writer? How do you define a successful writer?
A: I actually didn’t know I had it in me. :) I read a few boring filled with TSTL characters that had me throwing up my hands in disgust when a friend dared me to see if I could do better. That one book is locked away, never to see the light of day it was that bad. After that, my muse gave me inspiration for Devon Falls and the rest is history.
Where do you find inspiration?
A: Actually it can be a news article, a picture, a song…anything can hit me in regards to a story idea. The key thing is to see if I can make a whole story around it.
Do you have a favorite place to write?
A: Since I can’t go far to write (have a desk top computer), I write in the living room either at night (during summer vacations) or during the day an bit here and there when I am not working the day job.
Do your stories tend to have a recurring theme? If so, what is it?
A: That love is universal and can hit anybody…be it a wolf shifter, witch or a regular joe. I want to convey that everyone deserves love even if they think they don’t.
What books and/or writers have inspired you?
A: J. K. Rowling has inspired me once I heard how she started out in the business. Granted I don’t think I will ever make the billions she has made but to hear she started writing Harry Potter on napkins, etc at local pub, made me realize anything can happen in this business.
Were your stories secret projects or were you able to be open with your family and friends about your writing?
A: My family and a few close friends think, wrongly at times, that being a writer means I get million dollar bonuses and that it’s one of those jobs where if they hold their hand out I will slap them with some green. *sighs* unfortunately that isn’t the case and they haven’t supported me in this. I got lucky, though, with my DH being wonderfully supportive and always rooting for me to succeed. That helps make up for the lack of interest in my writing career.
Do you have any weird writing habits?
A: Actually no I don’t unless you count me eating red licorice bites while I write. :)
What advice would you give to any aspiring writers that might be reading this?
A: Don’t give up and yes rejection sucks but you can move on and find a new place for your "baby". Persevere and keep writing. :)
Devon Falls: Fiery Magic
Paranormal/Dragon Shifter Sensual Romance
Secret Cravings Publishing
Release date TBA
Tagline: Can Damien Dracon find a way to win back his mate before all is lost?
Damien Dracon is back in Devon Falls, and he is about to woo the one lady he left three years ago. Family secrets and youthful pride forced him to give up the one good thing in his life: the love of Alicia Stevens. What he doesn't expect is that Alicia has a secret of her own, and it may just tear them apart. Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart?
Devon Falls 4: Haunting Magic Book 4
Secret Cravings Publishing
Release date TBA
Tagline: Can a wolf shifter find his mate before Halloween or will he be a lone wolf forever?
Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. She is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?
Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream. :) Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas. Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t mind that she talks about her books like they are real people and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.
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