Guest Z. A. Maxfield: Blog Tours, Christmas Gifts and the St. Nachos Zombie Attack

When I invited author Z. A. Maxfield to guest post on my blog about her upcoming release: My Heartache Cowboy

(scroll to the bottom for excerpt of My Heartache Cowboy & Rafflecopter contest),

I didn’t realize I’d learn so much about writing, the perfect gift to give a vampire, or the best place on the Central Coast of California to survive a zombie attack. 

Check out my interview with ZAM where she shares some writing techniques and answers the questions keeping me up at night:


 LE:     I’m always fascinated by authors writing routines. Do you have a set routine that you can share, or are you more of the “wing it & bring it” school of thought?

ZAM:    I started out in the “wing it and bring it” school. I think a lot of authors do that In the beginning. I was all like, where do I want to go today? That’s when I didn’t have outlines, but it’s also when I didn’t have deadlines. Of course, when you’re writing to deadlines, you have to have some sort of road map, I use a timeline printed onto an 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper in landscape, and I mark all the major story goals. That way, I know if I’ve missed something, or when I’ve jumped the rails.

 LE:      As a writer of gay romantic fiction, how are female characters utilized in your stories?

ZAM:    I find that I use female characters in stories almost like they seem to be in real life. They dot the landscape doing meaningful things: being friends, raising children, working at difficult jobs. I write them as intelligent and not so much, intuitive and ditzy, simple and complex, happy and unhappy, and good and bad. (Almost as if women were real people and made up half the human race.)

LE:     Have you noticed any recurring themes as you look back over your writing career?

ZAM:    I always write about family, faith, loyalty, and love. I like a happy ending. I often take wholly flawed people and redeem them. In fact, if there is one major theme, I’d say it’s redemption. Often my books have an inspirational message. I get a lot of smile mileage at writer’s groups when I say I write Inspirational Erotica.

LE:     Do you prefer writing short stories, novellas, or novel length works?

ZAM:    I like to work between 60 and 90 K. I find that any less doesn’t let me tell the whole story, but any more and people start checking their watches.


LE:     Zam, these are three of my favorite characters from your books. I’m assuming they’re all still together (you never know, real life does happen even in fantasy), but can you tell me what these fine men got their significant others for Christmas this year?

               Yamane (Drawn Together)

ZAM:    Rory is taking Yamane on a month long tour of Japan this year in the spring, when the cherry blossoms bloom. Lots of Onsen adventures.

             Adin (Nottorno/Vigil)

ZAM:    Adin has hired a gardener to create a fragrant moon garden. He’ll fill it with flowers that bloom at night and they’ll make a patio room out there with a giant chaise for making love. It will be a beautiful place for the two of them to sit and enjoy their evenings together. It’s not going to be ready until summer, but plans are going forward.

             Ari (Rhapsody for Piano) Bonus question: If Julian & Serge could…what would they be exchanging in 2014?

ZAM:    Ari wrote a song for Fitz, called My One Thing True . He recorded it in his home studio and it’s become something of a YouTube sensation. Of course, Julian and Serge would be exchanging wedding vows. They might go back to Paris where it all began, as same sex-marriage is now legal in France, but they’re going to have a hard time getting a license.

LE:      If there were a zombie attack on St. Nachos, how would the town fare? (This is an open book question, extra points if you utilize sources from the entire series).

ZAM:    Izzy, from Physical Therapy is the one I’d put my money on to survive and save the day. First of all, she could tell you if someone was turning Zombie by their aura, and second, she’s tough. From Book of Daniel — Cam would be in the thick of things on the side of right while Daniel would be the first guy on the highway out of town. From St. Nacho’s — you know Cooper and Shawn would just bar the door and stay in bed. From Jacob’s Ladder — Jacob would be manning a soup kitchen for the survivors with Mary Catehrine and the gang, while JT would be rendering first aid.

I hope Zombies don’t attack St. Nacho’s but if they do, I think St. Nacho’s will be ready.

LE:     If you could live in one of your books, (the setting, the people, the plot)…

              …which book would it be?

ZAM:    I’d live in St. Nacho’s, Physical Therapy.

              …would you still be you?

ZAM:    You bet. I’d be one of the Red Hat ladies puttering around at the gym.

Thanks for coming to play ZAM – I can’t wait to see what plans you have in store for me!      – LE Franks

My Heartache Cowboy
(Cowboy Series, Bk #2)
By Z.A. Maxfield

Can love conquer all?

Jimmy Rafferty and Eddie Molina go way back at the J-Bar ranch. They’ve worked together, bunked together, camped out, and drank together. So how has Jimmy failed to notice that Eddie is gay? Eddie has not failed to notice that his friend has a serious drinking problem, and he’s determined to help Jimmy kick the booze cold turkey.

Taking him up to a snowbound cabin to detox, Eddie is confronted with Jimmy’s fierce denial. But the pains of withdrawal are nothing for Jimmy compared with the heartache of denying his true feelings and his deep longing…for the one man who cares for him more than anyone else on earth.

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When I woke, I was alone and the truck wasn’t moving.

Who the hell did Eddie think he was, leaving me asleep by myself in a truck outside in the freezing cold? My pa and my older brother, Jonas, used to do that. We’d be on the road, and when I fell asleep, they’d leave me in the parking lot of some dive bar or motel—just leave me asleep outside in the dark. I’d wake up with no clue where I was, no idea if they were coming back or if I should go in and try to find them.

My first useful thought was to look for the keys, because I hadn’t forgotten what Eddie said. I hadn’t forgotten the plans him and boss Malloy made for me behind my back. It would serve them right if I up and hightailed it back to the J-Bar with Eddie’s truck and no Eddie.

No keys.

Not like that was going to stop me. Where the hell did Eddie get the idea I’d go quietly? I slid over and tore the wiring out from under the dash. Found what I needed without hardly even looking.

I hated waking up alone like that. Unwanted. Abandoned.

One twist. Two. Touch the wires together and the engine should . . .



What the hell? I checked I got the proper color-coated strands and tried again. I was frowning down at the mess of tangled wire when someone tapped on the window behind me.

I glanced up and saw Eddie frowning down, no doubt pissed at what I’d done to his truck. Serves you right for leaving me like that, you prick.

“You need a working engine for that,” he told me as he opened the door. “One that has a battery.”

“Fuck you.” I spilled out of the car ready for a fistfight.

“What?” Eddie jumped back.

“Why did you have to leave me like that? What did I ever do to you?”

Eddie shook his head at me. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. You were sound asleep and I thought maybe you needed it.”

I took a swing at him. “I hate waking up alone in a car like that.”

Ed plucked my fist from the air and peered at me like he was trying to see through my skin. “I didn’t know.”

“I hate that. Left behind in the car like a damn dog. Like a fucking duffel bag. You can’t be bothered to even wake me up and take me in out of the fucking snow.”

Now Eddie frowned like he was thinking about it. Now, after the fact. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t think how you’d feel waking up alone like that. I won’t do it again.”

“Would have served you right if I took your truck and left you up here to walk back to civilization, wherever the hell that is. Would have served you right if I’d died out here.”

“All right, all right. Simmer down now.”

I glared at him. “Fuck you.”

“It’s pretty civilized inside. How about you come in with me.”

“How about you suck my fucking—”

“That’s enough.” He turned and headed toward the cabin’s welcoming front door. “I almost didn’t bother to disable the damn thing, but I thought on the off chance you knew what you were doing and could—”

“Which I did,” I pointed out.

“Come inside.” He jerked his chin toward the cabin like I was a dog and I was supposed to just follow along and yip around at his heels.

I debated making a run at him, but frankly, Eddie was a tough buzzard. He wasn’t too much older than me, just forty-two compared to my thirty-eight. But I was a lover, not a fighter, or at least that’s how I thought of myself. Back there on the road, Eddie had proved he wasn’t above using violence to get his way in this, so I went along.

You’re going to have to sleep sometime.

Eddie led me into a rustic-looking cabin that seemed awful nice for the middle of nowhere. There was a place for us to hang our hats just inside the door, over a table with a passel of pictures on it. There were old time black-and-whites of families and framed pictures of a good-looking man, a pretty woman, and some kids. There were some of the kids alone, and holy cow, there were probably a dozen pictures of Ed. He looked so young in a couple of them, they must have been from before we met.

One of Ed and the unknown man caught my eye. Something about the difference in height, the casual way they leaned together, the way they looked at each other, made me think this was Ed’s friend from the road, Don. Even though they’d both aged some since it was taken, I was almost sure of it.

No knobby hands, no weathered angel, this Don was good looking, without a doubt. He was lanky and chiseled. He had an intelligent face and a smile that drew the eye. He seemed sure of himself and charming. Whatever I’d seen in the darkness outside the car had to be a trick of the light.

Ed looked so young and earnest next to him it took my breath away. Brawny and tan, he wore a yoked Western shirt with the sleeves rolled up past well-muscled forearms and he eyed Don like he would follow him anywhere.

And that Don, he looked like he could appreciate a guy like Ed, as well.

Hadn’t I seen firsthand how much he did appreciate him?

About the Author

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

You can find ZA Maxfield at

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2 Responses to Guest Z. A. Maxfield: Blog Tours, Christmas Gifts and the St. Nachos Zombie Attack

  1. Trix says:

    I’m loving the tour!

  2. ZAM says:

    Hey Trix! Me too! Thanks for following me around out here. Are you prepared for the St. Nacho’s Zombie attack? More importantly, did you see my super seekrit contest? It’s in my latest newsletter. *wink,wink*

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