Hi, everyone! Welcome to the GRL Dirty Dozen Blog Tour. I want to thank LE for hosting me! Each author came up with a questions for a total of 12 in all. Here are my answers. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
In addition, I’ve included an excerpt from my new novel, Diventando: The Vessel as well as a link to enter my blog tour giveaway!
Dirty Dozen Qquestions & Giveaway Items…
TM ~ What inspires you most when you are writing?
JC: The unknown. I like to have an idea of where my story is going but I find those ideas that pop up in the moment of writing to be the most inspiring.
Tempeste ~ What brought you to write m/m? What keeps you writing in this genre?
JC: I started reading M/M about three years ago. Once I read my first M/M story, I never looked back. I have written on and off during my life but put it away during my school years (I went to school forever!). When I went back to writing, I tried M/M. Loved it and definitely want to keep writing it.
Carter ~ Of all the characters you’ve written, who is your favorite and why?
JC: Probably Shaney in Curiosity Killed Shaney. He’s me to the extreme. He’s distracted and creative and curious and fun.
LE ~ Many of us have pen names that we use and there are an infinite number of ways and reasons behind them, but I doubt many of them reflect the names we wish we’d been born with. If you could micro-manage the ultimate do-over, what birth name do you want? What nickname?
JC: Actually, my pen name is the name I would want so I will go with Jake and the nickname “JC”.
Morticia ~ Name one unusual fact about yourself that you think your readers would be surprised to learn.
JC: I am a transgendered person.
Rafe Haze: “What do you do that most injures the progress of your writing, and why do you do it?”
JC: Procrastination. I am a chronic procrastinator. It’s a curse. I am constantly doing things at the last minute. For writing, I hate deadlines. It makes writing a chore instead of fun for me.
Jeff ~ If you had to trade writing for another creative pursuit, what would it be?
JC: I have had many creative pursuits in my life. I have gone through periods of painting, textile works, wood working, landscaping, computer graphics, etc. I guess if I had to choose one, it would be computer graphics.
Max ~ In one sentence, write the beginning of a sex scene using some kind of food. Think of it as your hook.
JC: Slowly, the heated chocolate sauce was drizzled over his chest. He sucked in a breath at the heated sting when the sauce covered his nipples. Arching his back off the bed, he groaned with pleasure.
Wade ~ Name one of your favorite characters of all time that someone else wrote. Can be M/M or any genre.
JC: Sam Kage from Matter of Time by Mary Calmes. Commanding, Alpha Male. I think he works so well in the stories because he’s exactly what Jory wants and needs him to be.
JC ~ If you could be one of your characters, who would you be and why?
JC: I probably would choose to be Lincoln from Dare to Love Forever. Commander in the New Vampire Justice, strong, smart, caring and a bad-ass fighter.
Diana ~ How many versions of a book do you usually write before you arrive at ‘the one’, and how does your editor impact that?
JC: By the time my story hits my editor, there are generally only very minor changes needed. I rarely have more than one version.
Ethan ~ If you came with a warning label, what would it be?
JC: Caution: Timid on the outside, tiger on the inside.
TM ~ ebook copy, winners choice and a signed rack card.
Tempeste ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Ethan ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Morticia ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Jeff ~ ebook copy of Hat Trick
Wade ~ ebook copy, winners choice
JC ~ 1 winner ebook copies of 3 JCW books
Carter ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Max ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Blog Tour Dates and Locations
Date ~ Author is Hosting Author
Sept 1 ~ Max.Vos Carter Quinn
Sept 4 ~ diana.copland TM Smith
Sept 7 ~ JC Wallace Max Vos
Sept 10 ~ Jeff Adams Diana Copland
Sept 12 ~ le.franks JC Wallace
Sept 15 ~ Ethanstone Jeff Adams
Sept 18 ~ writerwadekelly LE Franks
Sept 21 ~ Morticia Knight Ethan Stone
Sept 23 ~ tempeste.oriley Wade Kelly
Sept 25 ~ rafehaze Morticia Knight
Sept 28 ~ Carter Quinn Tempeste O’Riley
Sept 30 ~ TM Smith Rafe Haze
Diventando: The Vessel
Owen McIntyre is no stranger to the Grim Reaper. Diagnosed with leukemia at the age of fifteen, he’s spent the last ten years slowly dying. With only two weeks until his next checkup, Owen’s body is already warning him that he is no longer in remission. Tired of the countless meds and chemo, not to mention the way his family coddles him, he decides to live and die on his own terms and forgo treatment. When he meets a lively college professor named Turk, conquering the man becomes part of Owen’s bucket list. But as Owen gets to know Turk, he starts to see him as more than a fling, a luxury that a dying man doesn’t have.
But what if, suddenly, everything Owen knew to be true turned out to be a web of lies and deceit—even his diagnosis of cancer? Taken hostage, tied to a bed and subjected to painful experimentation, Owen’s nightmare of leukemia is a far cry from the horrors he will face. No longer able to trust anyone in his life, including Turk, Owen is alone and cut off from the world. He has to make the hard decision to trust those who have betrayed him, including Turk (who he cares for deeply), or die a lonely death. With time running out, he’ll not only fight to live, but fight to want to live again, and even that might not be enough to save him from the evil that lurks inside.
Owen McIntyre sighed heavily, trailing behind his cousin, Wayne, as he perused the vast rows of testosterone-ridden muscle cars. How Owen had come to be at the Classic Car Show in the largest parking lot of Middlebury College was beyond him. Wayne, a mechanic and a lover of anything remotely resembling a car, had nixed Owen’s plans to rework the problematic gaming code he’d been contracted to fix, and, unceremoniously, demanded Owen get his “pasty white, glow-in-the-dark ass” out into the sunshine. There had even been threats of cutting off the power to his room. This came from his cousin, who was miles of fair, white skin and had freckles from his father’s side. He was a sunburn waiting to happen. Owen was now at the last place on earth he wanted to be on a Saturday. He was too tired and achy for this. He needed to get the code done. Life was too short to spend time on activities that didn’t matter.
Owen weaved through the crowd of hundreds of people all perusing cars in the bright, autumn sunshine. So many classic cars, lined up ceremoniously to show off their restorations, hoods open so car enthusiasts could drool over their powerful, gleaming engines. Proud owners spouted off facts and told stories of woe and heartache, which all ended with the triumph of a restored classic. Owen shook his head. He just didn’t get it. They were cars, ways to get from point A to point B. Now show him a high-end gaming system with three different types of graphics cards and the ability to run six different applications and a virtual reality game at the same time without lagging and then he’d be impressed.
Wayne stopped in front of a shiny, red car with gleaming chrome bumpers and four round headlights. Attached to the black grill was a chrome horse. A large sign next to the car said, 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 428 Cobra Jet. Whatever that was. Below was a list of awards. Mustang Club of America Best in Show. Muscle Week Best Classic. Classic Car Troubleshooting Award. And a dozen or so more. Lined up next the sign were trophies of all sizes, most topped off with shiny, die-cast versions of cars, which probably matched the awards on the sign. Owen was mildly impressed given that he didn’t know their importance.
Cars weren’t anywhere on the list of what Owen cared about or understood. He didn’t even have a driver’s license. At sixteen, more pressing matters had stolen his attention. Confessing to others, that at twenty-five, he still lacked a license tended to garner looks ranging from comical to horrified. When he was eighteen, Wayne had tried to teach him to drive. But after only once with Owen behind the wheel, Wayne had adamantly refused to ever be his passenger again. Owen was sure Wayne had overreacted, if only a little.
He turned his attention to the crowd, which interested him more than the cars, and wondered how long he’d have to endure this particular level of hell. His throat was scratchy and a cold sweat had broken out over his skin. He tried to focus on not being miserable, but between how he felt physically and being at a car show, that was getting harder by the second.
Behind Owen, Wayne spoke with a man about his car.
“Turk, she’s looking better than ever.” Owen heard the slap of hands. Probably doing the straight man’s hug. Apparently, they knew each other.
“Yeah, she is. Got Best in Show last week, again. The hard work is paying off.”
“Nice. Hey, I want you to meet my cousin, Owen.”
Owen turned to meet the man so they could move on and swore his jaw dropped. Tall was an understatement. He probably had a good five inches on Owen’s five foot seven, and he was wide. His crystal blue eyes–almost clear in the sunlight–reached out and held Owen. The slight crook of his nose attested to being broken at one point. A bright flash of white teeth and his smile brought out two deep dimples in his cheeks. His hair was a wavy mass of shiny brownish-black in the sunlight. Owen swallowed hard. Why did he always drool over the bears?
Turk held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Owen.”
Owen extended his hand in return. Damn, how did his cousin know someone so freakin’ hot! “You too, Turk.” Owen quickly averted his gaze, as heat crept up his neck.
“So what do you think of the car? Pretty sweet, right? It has a 428/335 HP Cobra Jet Ram Air engine, three-speed automatic transmission, which is the–”
“Turk,” Wayne interrupted with a mocking scowl. “Unless it has a computer in it, you’re wasting your breath with this one.” Wayne was forever frowning on Owen’s lack of appreciation for anything on wheels.
Owen saw a look of disappointment on Turk’s face. Why did it bother Owen that he’d disappointed the man when they’d just met? “You’re into newer metal. Nothing wrong with that.”
Wayne shook his head and laughed. “No, man. A real computer. Owen doesn’t even have a driver’s license.”
The heat crept into Owen’s face, turning from lust to embarrassment. Damn Wayne and his mouth.
Turk’s eyebrows rose. “Really. Is there a reason you don’t drive?”
“No. I just never learned.”
Turk’s tongue came out and Owen’s eyes followed as it journeyed around those red lips. Turk gave him a lopsided grin. “I could teach you.”
It was Owen’s turn to raise his eyebrows and his breath caught at the thought of learning to drive Turk. Lean the muscle car fanatic over the hood of his prized car and drive in deep and hard.
“Um, I don’t really need a license. No car.”
Turk grinned. “Well, come and sit in my girl. See what you think.”
Owen sputtered as Turk grasped his elbow and led him to the driver’s door. The firm grip went far to solidify Owen’s erection. Before he could protest, Owen was in the driver’s seat. Turk came around and settled into the passenger side, that wide grin still splitting his face. Even with the windows partially down, the scent of the leather seats mingled with something musky, something that smelled too good. Turk explained aspects of the interior and his restoration, but Owen’s focus was on the brush of their shoulders and Turk’s closeness as he reached across Owen to point out different things of interest. Closing his eyes, Owen prayed for the strength to stop himself from reaching out, grabbing Turk and having his wicked ways with the bear.
That tickle in Owen’s throat crept up again and the resulting spasms of coughs racking his chest cut all fantasies short. Damn, his cough sounded wet. A hand settled on his arm.
“You need some water?” Turk asked. The concern in his voice and the gentle touch unsettled Owen, who managed to shake his head. His eyes watered as he struggled to stop the onslaught before–shit. Too late. Through the windshield, Owen saw Wayne’s head snap around, and his wide, brown eyes filled with concern. He came around the car and wrenched Owen’s door open. “Come on. We’ve got to go.”
Owen stepped out of the car and shook his head. “I’m fine, Wayne,” he whispered, already knowing what Wayne thought.
Wayne ignored him and looked over at Turk, who’d exited the car as well. “Sorry, man, we need to go.”
Turk grimaced and seemed to contemplate something, and then, with a partial smile, he came around the car and approached Owen. “It was really nice to meet you.” Again, Turk extended his hand and Owen slid their palms together. Turk’s thumb brushed over the back of Owen’s hand and the man’s coy smile flipped his stomach. “Will I be seeing you around?”
Owen nodded, distracted by Turk’s caressing thumb. If his thumb felt this good, what would the rest of Turk, plastered to Owen’s body, feel like? Probably like heaven.
“Hope to see you again real soon.” Turk released his hand and Owen nodded again, any words he should say stuck in his chest as he mourned the loss of Turk’s touch.
“Let’s go.” Wayne waved to Turk and then moved off into the crowd. Owen caught up and Wayne gave him a sideways glance. “What the hell was that all about?”
That’s exactly what Owen wanted to know. Glancing over his shoulder, a heated gaze from Turk hit Owen hard. He’d definitely be seeing the large bear again very soon. Damn, if he wasn’t starting to like muscle cars.
Buy Link: Amber Allure
(ARe and Amazon availability coming soon)
Prizes include: $25 Amazon Gift Card, 3 EBook copies of Diventando: The Vessel, and 2$5 Amazon Gift Cards
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 a beautiful partner, three kids, two grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.