Vicktor Alexander's Blog, page 29
December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas Vicksters!
Here's hoping that you have an absolutely fabulous day with your loved ones. Remember it's not about the gifts, it's about the love and the giving.
And the food.
Always about the food.
If you get a chance to read (or to buy a book to read) don't forget that "Chocolate Vanilla Swirl" released today from Silver Publishing. I'm SOOO excited! It was a great Christmas present from Silver to me and from me to you. The house in the story is the house I'm in right now and the location it's set in (Lakeland, Florida) is where I'm spending this holiday. I feel that makes it a little more special for me.
So Merry Christmas everyone and Merry Christmas Granny Mary, Christopher and Justin (RIP) miss you!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
-Vicktor Alexander
Here's hoping that you have an absolutely fabulous day with your loved ones. Remember it's not about the gifts, it's about the love and the giving.
And the food.
Always about the food.
If you get a chance to read (or to buy a book to read) don't forget that "Chocolate Vanilla Swirl" released today from Silver Publishing. I'm SOOO excited! It was a great Christmas present from Silver to me and from me to you. The house in the story is the house I'm in right now and the location it's set in (Lakeland, Florida) is where I'm spending this holiday. I feel that makes it a little more special for me.
So Merry Christmas everyone and Merry Christmas Granny Mary, Christopher and Justin (RIP) miss you!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
-Vicktor Alexander
December 23, 2012
Coming Soon! Cabin for Two Anthology
Lookee what I got!!
Here are the blurbs (I'm so excited I'm bouncing, I wish you guys could see me. I get like this whenever I think about this anthology):
A Bear in the Woods by Toni Griffin
A bear shifter tries to convince his mate that he's not crazy while fighting threats against his own life.
A Matter of Faces by Angel Martinez
A data privateer crash lands on a barely habitable moon where he's found by a research scientist who refuses to show his face.
The Other Cabin by Vicktor Alexander
When a young graduate finds himself at the wrong cabin facing the muzzle of a shotgun, he had no idea how much his life has just changed.
Three Little Words by Mathilde Watson
Lifelong friends have returned from the Korean conflict and now need to fight their way through the feelings they've harbored for each other for so long.
Dirty Little Secret by Freddy MacKay
A geocaching trip goes horribly wrong, but the hiker's rescuer is the one person who may be able to save him in more ways than he can imagine.
Bears in the Wild by Silvia Violet
A forest ranger and his lover just want a nice weekend away. The bear baiters have other ideas.
I will bring you more news as it comes, right now it's slated for an early 2013 release. C'mon you're getting six hot GLBT authors in one release. Different genres all centered around a cabin. Doesn't that sound exciting?! And look at the names up there! I feel so honored that they asked me to be involved. I *sniffle* feel *sniffle* so *sniffle* so *choking sob* honored. Come back here for updates, or check the Mischief Corner Books Tab at The Mischief Corner (a blog with me and the other Mischief Corner authors).
Here are the blurbs (I'm so excited I'm bouncing, I wish you guys could see me. I get like this whenever I think about this anthology):
A Bear in the Woods by Toni Griffin
A bear shifter tries to convince his mate that he's not crazy while fighting threats against his own life.
A Matter of Faces by Angel Martinez
A data privateer crash lands on a barely habitable moon where he's found by a research scientist who refuses to show his face.
The Other Cabin by Vicktor Alexander
When a young graduate finds himself at the wrong cabin facing the muzzle of a shotgun, he had no idea how much his life has just changed.
Three Little Words by Mathilde Watson
Lifelong friends have returned from the Korean conflict and now need to fight their way through the feelings they've harbored for each other for so long.
Dirty Little Secret by Freddy MacKay
A geocaching trip goes horribly wrong, but the hiker's rescuer is the one person who may be able to save him in more ways than he can imagine.
Bears in the Wild by Silvia Violet
A forest ranger and his lover just want a nice weekend away. The bear baiters have other ideas.
I will bring you more news as it comes, right now it's slated for an early 2013 release. C'mon you're getting six hot GLBT authors in one release. Different genres all centered around a cabin. Doesn't that sound exciting?! And look at the names up there! I feel so honored that they asked me to be involved. I *sniffle* feel *sniffle* so *sniffle* so *choking sob* honored. Come back here for updates, or check the Mischief Corner Books Tab at The Mischief Corner (a blog with me and the other Mischief Corner authors).
December 21, 2012
Happy Holidays!! Excerpt from Upcoming Christmas Story
Hiya Vicksters! I know it's been a while since I've written, but I haven't forgotten about you, not at all. First of all I want to thank you all for your continued support, you have no idea what it means to me. Really and truly. No matter what happens I'm glad to know that I have readers out there who support and encourage me. Because of you all I am sitting in the Buffalo airport, writing up a storm (3k and counting), so thank you for that. I've got my writing mojo back and it feels SO good!
Secondly, I hope everyone has a spectacular Christmas. While Thanksgiving & Passover are my favorite holidays, I must admit that the Chanukah/Christmas season holds a special place in my heart. I hope you all are spending it with family and/or friends and that it's a wonderful time full of love and laughter, and may the gifts be extra.
Thirdly, I have a story coming out with Silver Publishing on Christmas Day (my first with them-I'm UBER excited!). It's called "Chocolate Vanilla Swirl" and it's the first in my "Flip the Coin" series, which is about gay professional athletes finding and falling in love. CVS (*snickers*) follows Braxton Brown and Hamilton Drake as they reunite in Lakeland, Florida (a city in Polk County, affectionately called "Poke County" by its inhabitants). This story is very dear to my heart. Not only because it's set in my hometown (the very place I'm headed for Christmas-warm weather here I come!) but because Braxton is returning home from Boston due to his great-grandmother or his granny's failing health (he calls her "Granny Pantyhose" which is what I called my own granny).
I am going to share with you the blurb and a short excerpt from the story. I hope you all like it. It's available for pre-order from Silver Publishing HERE and releases ON Christmas Day! Talk about a happy Christmas present for me. So here you go:
Blurb
Braxton Brown has loved Hamilton Drake for as long as he can remember. Believing Hamilton to be straight kept Braxton from acting on his feelings during high school. His uber-religious family doesn't help, either. Returning home for Christmas with his twin daughters in tow, Braxton runs into Hamilton—literally—and discovers Hamilton has feelings for him, too. But Christmas may not be the best time to start a relationship, especially with Braxton's granny on her death bed and his family's vocal disapproval getting in the way.
Excerpt
Braxton Brown came from a traditional, conservative Christian family and he hated it. Being gay didn't allow for him to really be open and upfront with his desires and Hamilton Drake knew this. He'd known it for a while. Hamilton had grown up hanging out with Davis Brown, Braxton's cousin, along with the entire family and had observed them on numerous occasions. The Browns went to church every Sunday, whether they were practicing Christians or not, and then the entire Brown family would converge on 'Mother Brown's' house for Sunday dinner. Mother Brown was Davis's great-grandmother, the matriarch of the family. At eighty-one years old, the elderly black woman was still feisty, chewed tobacco, and sat out on her front porch sharing stories about growing up in the South as her family surrounded her. The children were all ordered to always go to church, go to school, get good jobs, and marry well.
"The most important thang for you to remember is you gonna have to work five times as hard as yo' white friends to be considered half as equal as 'em. So you make sure you study hard, work hard, an' pray hard. 'Cause if you ain't got God backin' you up, you ain't gonna succeed."
Hamilton had stood next to Davis as his great-grandmother had explained life to all her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, causing Hamilton's face to flame.
He'd felt inexplicably guilty and opened his mouth to apologize only to have the elderly woman glare at him. "And don't you be apologizin' for somethin' 'dat ain't got nuttin' to do wit' you, boy, ya' hear? You ain't the one 'dat make people look down on black folks. You ain't the one 'dat created racism. 'Dat be igna'nt people. You just make sure you don't act like 'em. You got it?"
Hamilton had nodded quickly. He wanted to be a good person, not only because his parents had raised him that way, but because he didn't want to piss off Mother Brown. She'd nodded back and smiled. At that moment Hamilton had snuck a peek over at Braxton, where the younger boy sat drawing in the corner. He'd been unable to keep his eyes off Braxton for long and as a junior in high school, the sophomore had fascinated him, like some unidentified insect waiting to be inspected.
Mother Brown chuckled and when Hamilton looked back at her, the older woman crooked a finger, beckoning him forward.
When he stepped closer, she'd pulled him down and whispered sage words of wisdom in his ear, "Don't let nobody tell you who you can and can't love either, boy. God ain't never seen love between two consenting adults as wrong, or even between two consenting teenagers. You just make sure you stay true to yo'self."
Hamilton offered the older woman a small smile before he swallowed thickly and stole another glance at Braxton, a feeling of peace and certainty settling in his heart and his gut. Braxton would be his one day. He'd make sure of it.
Happy Holidays!!
-Vicktor Alexander
Secondly, I hope everyone has a spectacular Christmas. While Thanksgiving & Passover are my favorite holidays, I must admit that the Chanukah/Christmas season holds a special place in my heart. I hope you all are spending it with family and/or friends and that it's a wonderful time full of love and laughter, and may the gifts be extra.
Thirdly, I have a story coming out with Silver Publishing on Christmas Day (my first with them-I'm UBER excited!). It's called "Chocolate Vanilla Swirl" and it's the first in my "Flip the Coin" series, which is about gay professional athletes finding and falling in love. CVS (*snickers*) follows Braxton Brown and Hamilton Drake as they reunite in Lakeland, Florida (a city in Polk County, affectionately called "Poke County" by its inhabitants). This story is very dear to my heart. Not only because it's set in my hometown (the very place I'm headed for Christmas-warm weather here I come!) but because Braxton is returning home from Boston due to his great-grandmother or his granny's failing health (he calls her "Granny Pantyhose" which is what I called my own granny).
I am going to share with you the blurb and a short excerpt from the story. I hope you all like it. It's available for pre-order from Silver Publishing HERE and releases ON Christmas Day! Talk about a happy Christmas present for me. So here you go:
Blurb
Braxton Brown has loved Hamilton Drake for as long as he can remember. Believing Hamilton to be straight kept Braxton from acting on his feelings during high school. His uber-religious family doesn't help, either. Returning home for Christmas with his twin daughters in tow, Braxton runs into Hamilton—literally—and discovers Hamilton has feelings for him, too. But Christmas may not be the best time to start a relationship, especially with Braxton's granny on her death bed and his family's vocal disapproval getting in the way.
Excerpt
Braxton Brown came from a traditional, conservative Christian family and he hated it. Being gay didn't allow for him to really be open and upfront with his desires and Hamilton Drake knew this. He'd known it for a while. Hamilton had grown up hanging out with Davis Brown, Braxton's cousin, along with the entire family and had observed them on numerous occasions. The Browns went to church every Sunday, whether they were practicing Christians or not, and then the entire Brown family would converge on 'Mother Brown's' house for Sunday dinner. Mother Brown was Davis's great-grandmother, the matriarch of the family. At eighty-one years old, the elderly black woman was still feisty, chewed tobacco, and sat out on her front porch sharing stories about growing up in the South as her family surrounded her. The children were all ordered to always go to church, go to school, get good jobs, and marry well.
"The most important thang for you to remember is you gonna have to work five times as hard as yo' white friends to be considered half as equal as 'em. So you make sure you study hard, work hard, an' pray hard. 'Cause if you ain't got God backin' you up, you ain't gonna succeed."
Hamilton had stood next to Davis as his great-grandmother had explained life to all her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, causing Hamilton's face to flame.
He'd felt inexplicably guilty and opened his mouth to apologize only to have the elderly woman glare at him. "And don't you be apologizin' for somethin' 'dat ain't got nuttin' to do wit' you, boy, ya' hear? You ain't the one 'dat make people look down on black folks. You ain't the one 'dat created racism. 'Dat be igna'nt people. You just make sure you don't act like 'em. You got it?"
Hamilton had nodded quickly. He wanted to be a good person, not only because his parents had raised him that way, but because he didn't want to piss off Mother Brown. She'd nodded back and smiled. At that moment Hamilton had snuck a peek over at Braxton, where the younger boy sat drawing in the corner. He'd been unable to keep his eyes off Braxton for long and as a junior in high school, the sophomore had fascinated him, like some unidentified insect waiting to be inspected.
Mother Brown chuckled and when Hamilton looked back at her, the older woman crooked a finger, beckoning him forward.
When he stepped closer, she'd pulled him down and whispered sage words of wisdom in his ear, "Don't let nobody tell you who you can and can't love either, boy. God ain't never seen love between two consenting adults as wrong, or even between two consenting teenagers. You just make sure you stay true to yo'self."
Hamilton offered the older woman a small smile before he swallowed thickly and stole another glance at Braxton, a feeling of peace and certainty settling in his heart and his gut. Braxton would be his one day. He'd make sure of it.
Happy Holidays!!
-Vicktor Alexander
October 29, 2012
Welcome N.R. Walker to The Purple Fantasy Den!
Hey Vicksters!
I am SOOOO excited to welcome the amazingly awesome N.R. Walker to The Purple Fantasy Den. N.R. has published such amazing works as Taxes and Tardis (which I had read to me right after I went blind-AHMAHZING!) and Point of No Return both with Silver Publishing. N.R. is here today to talk about her newest release Three's Company which is a sexy, thrilling, contemporary menage book with some very sexy men. N.R. talks about writing a menage, who inspired the characters and what's next for the awe-inspiring writer.
I am offering a free e-book copy of the book to one lucky commenter (you get extra entry if you pimp out the blog post, follow N.R. on Twitter, follow me on Twitter, and friend both of us on FB-all in all an extra five entries in addition to your comment-just leave me the link for each time you do it or let me know in your comment that you have done these things-I will be checking-and I will pick a winner in one week's time). For those of you who are a part of the Vicktor Alexander Yahoo Group, don't forget that you get VSP (Vic Swag Points) for leaving a comment, which makes you eligible for free swag (paperbacks, ebooks, pens, mugs, etc.). Don't forget to leave your contact information!
And without further ado-take it away N.R.!
Three’s CompanyCover Artist: Reese DanteGenres: Contemporary, Gay, Menage, RomanceISBN: 9781614957706
Pages: 268 pp.
Word Count: 54052
Buy here: Buy Three's Company
Blurb:After news that he's gay spreads though his homophobic hometown, leaving his restaurant in trouble, Wilson Curtis goes to Key West alone. He meets Simon and Adam, and is soon invited into their bed for some vacation fun.Once isn't enough, and they get to know each other in and out of the bedroom. Ten days is all it takes to change their lives. When Wil's vacation time is up, none of them are ready to say good-bye. They'll have to conquer misunderstandings, miscommunication, and the judgment of friends and foes alike who don't understand their relationship, but these three know that what they have is worth fighting for.
Tell us about Three’s Company:The original idea for this story came from a friend of mine, Brenda (who the novel is dedicated to) who sent me pic after pic of sexy beach/sun-kissed boys until I agreed to write it. Originally, the concept started as some pretty cabana boys who lived a free life with little to no responsibility. Being a couple, they worked at a resort together, surfed together and partied together, and the third man was going to be a worn-out doctor or some other similar professional looking for something he didn’t know he was missing. But that’s not how this story ended up. At all. There are some similarities to the original concept, and the basis is the same (existing couple introduce a third man into their relationship) but that’s about where the original plot outline similarities end. In Three’s Company, Wilson Curtis travels to Key West by himself to escape a not-so-pleasant life back home. His business is in tatters, he’s suddenly single and the entire town has snubbed him. He meets Adam and Simon, who work at the hotel he’s staying at, and they invite him into their bed. What starts out as a one night stand, soon becomes a holiday fling and like all my stories, there is a light on angst, heavy on love, kind of sweetness. There seems to be more sex than I remember writing... and truthfully, not much happens outside of these three boys. There’s no major external drama, it’s mostly about these three men and how they adjust to being a threesome than some huge twisted plot.
Who was the inspiration for the characters?
Wilson Curtis is a small-town with a certain naivety that makes him adorable. I pictured Luke McFarlane for Wil. 
Adam Preston is the always smiling, always happy, swimmer/surfer. He’s charming, and it’s impossible not to like him. I pictured Simon Baker for Adam. 
Simon Stanford is the serious, business minded one. He’s smart, independent and oh-so lovely. I pictured a short-haired, clean-shaven Jared Leto for Simon.Is writing m/m/m complicated?No more complicated than standard m/m. Sure, there’s more body parts, and getting the physical locations of said body parts during sex scenes can be tricky, but I think I’ve watched enough “research” to get it right. *winks* There is of course an additional main character, and trying to get each character in equal proportions was a little tricky (particularly because I favored Simon LOL) but making sure they each had enough dialogue and depth of character, as opposed to a standard secondary character, but I’d say no more than usual. I did find the men themselves were enough of a story without having a too-complicated plot; their back-stories, and how they dealt with the realization they needed to be a threesome as opposed to a couple, was enough to put on these poor boys. LOL
What’s next from N.R. Walker?My next release is a novel length drama titled Blind Faith, and it comes out late January 2013 with Silver. I’ve written its sequel, which I’m hoping to sub soon. I’m also participating in NaNo this year and my aim is to complete the majority of the sequel to Point of No Return. I also have some free-reads I’m getting ready to post with Silver Publishing in the next few weeks and I can divulge more info on that when I know more.
Contact Details:Email - nrwalker2103@gmail.com
Facebook - N.r. Walker
Facebook fan page - N.R.WalkerAuthor
Twitter - @NR_Walker
Goodreads - N.R. Walker
Thank you Vicktor for having me on your blog today!!
October 27, 2012
Welcome Mathilde Watson to the Purple Fantasy Den!
Hey Vicksters!
So in September I sojourned to the wilds of Tennessee... okay, it wasn't really wild, though there were talk of bears (I think I was probably the only one in attendance though), to the Silver Publishing retreat. While I was there I met a crapload of awesome authors there and one of them is here today. Help me welcome Mathilde Watson to The Purple Fantasy Den!
-waits for applause and screaming to die down-
Ms Watson had published some AWESOME books such as: Play Along, You Don't Have to Ask, and Positive Reinforcement, and she's here today to talk about her newest release: Play Dead and answer some hard hitting questions asked by The Vic and my friend Chris X (who, okay, totally came up with most of the questions). And at the end of this interview Mathilde has an AWESOME giveaway! And don't forget if you're a member of the Vicktor Alexander Yahoo Group that you will earn VSP if you comment as well. Don't forget to leave your contact information!
1. Take a moment to introduce yourself. Greetings! I am Mathilde Watson and I am celebrating my fourth release with Silver Publishing! I write romance because I love happy endings—but I believe in putting my characters through hell first! 2. If you could be one of your characters-who would you be and why? I don’t really know how to answer this question… I love my characters but I would hate to BE any of them… as I mentioned before, I drag my guys though hell—I don’t want to go through that kind of crap! No, I’m happy here with my god complex, dictating the circumstances of their lives while I sit here in my comfy office chair sipping on Dr. Pepper…3. What do you do on a typical writing day? I wish I had ‘writing days.’ I write wherever and whenever I can find the time- between classes and work… I try to get about 2 hours in every day; sometimes it happens.4. When you have writer’s block how do you deal with it? I don’t stand for it. When I hit a brick wall with one story I file it away and I work on something else. If I honestly cannot come up with anything good I find something dreadful to do- homework or cleaning the bathroom—something I REALLY don’t want to do… and then ideas pop up and rescue me!5. What do you think it takes to write the perfect story? There has to be something in it you care about- a character you relate to or a struggle you are familiar with, maybe a question you need an answer to… It has to be personal on some level to be any good.6. Tell us about the characters from your newest release, the conflict between them and their world. Arliss is an outcast- a shifter child born under unusual circumstances. His mother was a rare ‘half-breed’ who mated with an ordinary dog- producing Arliss, a mongrel…Dave is a loner with an engrained need to help people. At first he is drawn to Arliss’s vulnerability and then to his ability to bounce back from a bad situation.7. What is something special about your main characters that you want readers to know? Sometimes the easiest way to face my own demons is to trouble my characters with them. If I chose to share my deepest secret with my loved ones, how would they react? Arliss went through the best and the worst case scenarios in his situation- he got love and acceptance from his grandfather and anger, hatred and violence from his cousin. 8. Do you listen to music while writing or do you need silence? If you do listen to music what kind of music do you listen to? I actually tend to write while I’m watching TV. I put in a movie or a TV show that matches the mood of the scene I’m working on—the soundtrack and the action on the screen tends to do the trick.9. Do you have any favorite books or authors that inspire you to write? Or ones you go back to often? Edgar Rice Burroughs and his Martian Tales and Avi’s The Beginning of The End and A Beginning a Muddle and an End.10. What can we expect from you in the upcoming months? An insane amount of finishing up works in progress. I have book two of the AT PLAY series just about ready to go and the second book in the Barking Orders series is over halfway finished. I am working on a short story for an anthology and a sequel to Positive Reinforcement has been clawing at my brain for some time… lots to do! 11. Tell us a secret about you or one of your characters that nobody else knows. Dave- one of the heroes in Play Dead- is a hell of a lot more than just a super great guy. He’s coming back in a couple of books and he’ll be bigger and badder than ever. J 12. You’re stranded on a deserted island, choose three of your characters to be with you and two items that you have, neither of which can be a laptop, cell phone or iPad, who would it be and what would you bring and why? Well, I’d choose Arliss and Dave from Play Dead- an ex-military guy and a shifter who can cook could both come in handy… And my third character choice would be Manny from Play Along because he can build things. With those three I’ve got food, shelter and security covered. My items would be a hatchet and a pot… I believe in practicality. 13. What country would you like to vacation at? Brazil. The best bull riders come from Brazil—I would love to see a live event full of Brazilian cowboys!14. Final question, if you could write your favorite characters into any book, which characters would you pick, which book would it be and why?
-Blurb
Arliss Hemming spent his childhood trying not to be noticed, outranked, and bullied by every wolf-shifter in the pack. College gives him friends, hope, and an action-hero lover, but the pack isn't letting go—they have a use for the undersized wolf-dog hybrid.
Army vet Dave Avery has scars from his last firefight—on his body and in his mind. He didn't really see an enemy soldier turn into a wolf—did he? Better to forget the battle and focus on his new love, the shy, sweet Arliss.
Life together could be magical—if only evil forces weren't determined to keep the lovers apart. Is death really their only way out? -Excerpt The theater was dark and blessedly close to empty. The only other people in the room were seated toward the front and engrossed in the action on the screen. Hidden away in the back corner with Arliss next to him, Dave had long ago lost track of the plot. His companion was too distracting and he was finding it impossible to keep his hands to himself.
Arliss appeared to be having the same problem. He had been petting Dave's thigh for several minutes, slowly working his way up until they brushed against Dave's groin. Dave stifled a groan and grabbed Arliss's hand, placing it firmly over his straining erection. They had been teasing each other for weeks and Dave didn't think he could take it much longer.
He hoped the move wasn't too much. He didn't want to force Arliss into anything, but his own right hand wasn't enough anymore, not since they'd started dating. Dave knew Arliss was relatively inexperienced, he had shyly admitting to only a few jerk-off sessions with a couple of the guys he'd dated on campus, and only then when he considered them steady boyfriends.
Dave liked that. He wanted that. He wanted a serious relationship with Arliss—serious, exclusive, and—if he was lucky—permanent. But he had no idea how to approach the subject. With Peter things had just happened. If Arliss were a girl, Dave would buy a ring and propose marriage. He loved Arliss and he wanted to tell him more than anything, but he was afraid to be the first one to utter the words. What if Arliss didn't feel the same?
Arliss paused for a brief moment before he curled his slim fingers around the bulge and gripped, hard. Arliss began massaging Dave's erection through the front of his pants, rubbing and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Dave spread his legs wide and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the attention and rocking into his lover's touch.
After a couple minutes Dave stilled Arliss's hand and turned in his seat, cupping Arliss's smooth cheek and leaning close so they were a breath apart. "You know you don't have to do this, baby?" Dave could feel Arliss's grin before he surged forward and kissed Dave. The words, "want to," were mumbled before the delicious pressure returned to his dick.
Dave opened his mouth and Arliss's tongue immediately slipped in to caress his palate. Moaning, Dave sucked on the clever muscle, enjoying the sweet taste of butter and popcorn secondhand. Arliss moved closer, and Dave pulled the smaller man out of his chair and up onto his own lap. Arliss straddled his thighs settling on top of Dave's groin, grinding his erection into Dave's stomach, rocking hard and fast.
Arliss wound both arms around Dave's neck, holding on while Dave grabbed his tight ass, grasping the perfect cheeks. Dave deepened their kiss, tangling his tongue with Arliss's and sliding one hand up his back to the nape of his neck. Dave tangled his fingers in the long strands of Arliss hair, assaulting his mouth with a single-minded determination. Arliss's movements became more frenzied.
Dave slid his hand off Arliss's butt and up under his shirt, caressing the skin at the small of his lover's back. Arliss shivered and pushed into his touch. Encouraged, Dave dove his hand inside Arliss's pants, smoothing over his tiny butt. Arliss gasped and jumped in surprise, pulling away from the kiss and staring at him with wide, startled eyes.
Dave grinned up at him and worked his fingers between Arliss's cheeks, teasing briefly over his hole before pressing the tip of his middle finger inside. Arliss suddenly stilled, his mouth falling open before he convulsed in Dave's arms, coming in his pants. Dave slammed his lips over Arliss's, swallowing his cries and kissing him with all the passion he'd been holding inside.
Arliss broke away, panting. Dave wrapped both arms around the smaller man and gathered him close. Arliss snuggled in, burying his face next to Dave's neck and holding more tightly. Dave rubbed his hands over Arliss's back and dropped soft kisses on his hair.
Arliss kissed Dave's throat, working his way up to Dave's intact ear. A sharp nip on the lobe made Dave smile, and he murmured appreciatively against Arliss's temple. Arliss kissed Dave on the ear and whispered, "I love you," before ducking back under Dave's chin.
Dave let out a startled laugh of joy. Arliss squirmed in his lap and Dave tightened his embrace, kissing Arliss on the cheek while he struggled to regain his voice. "Damn, baby, I love you too. So much."
Arliss relaxed against his chest, and then leaned back. Dave loosened his hold to give him room, but didn't let go. He bent down and captured Arliss's lips, kissing him until they were both dizzy. Dave pressed their foreheads together, staring into Arliss's eyes while they gasped for breath, trying to regain control.
When their breathing finally settled, Arliss reached for the button on Dave's jeans. Dave stopped him, shaking his head. "No, baby. Let's get out of here, yeah?"
Arliss whimpered, reaching for his pants again. Dave stood, dumping him back onto his feet and kissing him on the forehead. "Come on, love. Let's go somewhere we can talk, okay?" Arliss nodded, and Dave hurried out of the theater, clinging to Arliss's hand and dragging him along behind him.
Arliss stopped at the door and Dave turned back to see what was the matter. Arliss was tugging at his shirt, pulling it down over the front of his pants. Dave couldn't help laughing at his predicament. The theater was located inside the local mall and once they stepped outside the doors they would be surrounded by weekend shoppers.
"Come on, baby, get behind me and I'll walk you to the restroom."
Arliss smiled and then fell into step directly behind him as they made their way down the hall to the restrooms. "Thanks. I, uh… I think I'm gonna be a minute."
Arliss's face had turned bright red and Dave took pity on him. "No problem, baby. Take your time. I'll just go and have a look around the shops. You can catch up, okay?"
___Okay… Thank you for your attention!And now that you’ve reached the end of my post—it is contest time! I am giving away a DVD copy of one of my favorite holiday films- MAKE THE YULETIDE GAY!! To be entered in the contest all you have to do is leave a comment below and include your contact information! Good luck and thanks for stopping by!-Mathilde Watson
-Buy Linkhttps://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/products_id/871/http://www.amazon.com/Play-Dead-Barking-Orders-ebook/dp/B009RVVD2M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350784685&sr=8-1&keywords=mathilde+watson+play+dead-Mathilde Watson's contact info (website, facebook, twitter, etc)https://www.facebook.com/mathilde.watson.author?ref=tn_tnmnhttp://www.mathildewatson.com
So in September I sojourned to the wilds of Tennessee... okay, it wasn't really wild, though there were talk of bears (I think I was probably the only one in attendance though), to the Silver Publishing retreat. While I was there I met a crapload of awesome authors there and one of them is here today. Help me welcome Mathilde Watson to The Purple Fantasy Den!
-waits for applause and screaming to die down-
Ms Watson had published some AWESOME books such as: Play Along, You Don't Have to Ask, and Positive Reinforcement, and she's here today to talk about her newest release: Play Dead and answer some hard hitting questions asked by The Vic and my friend Chris X (who, okay, totally came up with most of the questions). And at the end of this interview Mathilde has an AWESOME giveaway! And don't forget if you're a member of the Vicktor Alexander Yahoo Group that you will earn VSP if you comment as well. Don't forget to leave your contact information!
1. Take a moment to introduce yourself. Greetings! I am Mathilde Watson and I am celebrating my fourth release with Silver Publishing! I write romance because I love happy endings—but I believe in putting my characters through hell first! 2. If you could be one of your characters-who would you be and why? I don’t really know how to answer this question… I love my characters but I would hate to BE any of them… as I mentioned before, I drag my guys though hell—I don’t want to go through that kind of crap! No, I’m happy here with my god complex, dictating the circumstances of their lives while I sit here in my comfy office chair sipping on Dr. Pepper…3. What do you do on a typical writing day? I wish I had ‘writing days.’ I write wherever and whenever I can find the time- between classes and work… I try to get about 2 hours in every day; sometimes it happens.4. When you have writer’s block how do you deal with it? I don’t stand for it. When I hit a brick wall with one story I file it away and I work on something else. If I honestly cannot come up with anything good I find something dreadful to do- homework or cleaning the bathroom—something I REALLY don’t want to do… and then ideas pop up and rescue me!5. What do you think it takes to write the perfect story? There has to be something in it you care about- a character you relate to or a struggle you are familiar with, maybe a question you need an answer to… It has to be personal on some level to be any good.6. Tell us about the characters from your newest release, the conflict between them and their world. Arliss is an outcast- a shifter child born under unusual circumstances. His mother was a rare ‘half-breed’ who mated with an ordinary dog- producing Arliss, a mongrel…Dave is a loner with an engrained need to help people. At first he is drawn to Arliss’s vulnerability and then to his ability to bounce back from a bad situation.7. What is something special about your main characters that you want readers to know? Sometimes the easiest way to face my own demons is to trouble my characters with them. If I chose to share my deepest secret with my loved ones, how would they react? Arliss went through the best and the worst case scenarios in his situation- he got love and acceptance from his grandfather and anger, hatred and violence from his cousin. 8. Do you listen to music while writing or do you need silence? If you do listen to music what kind of music do you listen to? I actually tend to write while I’m watching TV. I put in a movie or a TV show that matches the mood of the scene I’m working on—the soundtrack and the action on the screen tends to do the trick.9. Do you have any favorite books or authors that inspire you to write? Or ones you go back to often? Edgar Rice Burroughs and his Martian Tales and Avi’s The Beginning of The End and A Beginning a Muddle and an End.10. What can we expect from you in the upcoming months? An insane amount of finishing up works in progress. I have book two of the AT PLAY series just about ready to go and the second book in the Barking Orders series is over halfway finished. I am working on a short story for an anthology and a sequel to Positive Reinforcement has been clawing at my brain for some time… lots to do! 11. Tell us a secret about you or one of your characters that nobody else knows. Dave- one of the heroes in Play Dead- is a hell of a lot more than just a super great guy. He’s coming back in a couple of books and he’ll be bigger and badder than ever. J 12. You’re stranded on a deserted island, choose three of your characters to be with you and two items that you have, neither of which can be a laptop, cell phone or iPad, who would it be and what would you bring and why? Well, I’d choose Arliss and Dave from Play Dead- an ex-military guy and a shifter who can cook could both come in handy… And my third character choice would be Manny from Play Along because he can build things. With those three I’ve got food, shelter and security covered. My items would be a hatchet and a pot… I believe in practicality. 13. What country would you like to vacation at? Brazil. The best bull riders come from Brazil—I would love to see a live event full of Brazilian cowboys!14. Final question, if you could write your favorite characters into any book, which characters would you pick, which book would it be and why?
-Blurb
Arliss Hemming spent his childhood trying not to be noticed, outranked, and bullied by every wolf-shifter in the pack. College gives him friends, hope, and an action-hero lover, but the pack isn't letting go—they have a use for the undersized wolf-dog hybrid.Army vet Dave Avery has scars from his last firefight—on his body and in his mind. He didn't really see an enemy soldier turn into a wolf—did he? Better to forget the battle and focus on his new love, the shy, sweet Arliss.
Life together could be magical—if only evil forces weren't determined to keep the lovers apart. Is death really their only way out? -Excerpt The theater was dark and blessedly close to empty. The only other people in the room were seated toward the front and engrossed in the action on the screen. Hidden away in the back corner with Arliss next to him, Dave had long ago lost track of the plot. His companion was too distracting and he was finding it impossible to keep his hands to himself.
Arliss appeared to be having the same problem. He had been petting Dave's thigh for several minutes, slowly working his way up until they brushed against Dave's groin. Dave stifled a groan and grabbed Arliss's hand, placing it firmly over his straining erection. They had been teasing each other for weeks and Dave didn't think he could take it much longer.
He hoped the move wasn't too much. He didn't want to force Arliss into anything, but his own right hand wasn't enough anymore, not since they'd started dating. Dave knew Arliss was relatively inexperienced, he had shyly admitting to only a few jerk-off sessions with a couple of the guys he'd dated on campus, and only then when he considered them steady boyfriends.
Dave liked that. He wanted that. He wanted a serious relationship with Arliss—serious, exclusive, and—if he was lucky—permanent. But he had no idea how to approach the subject. With Peter things had just happened. If Arliss were a girl, Dave would buy a ring and propose marriage. He loved Arliss and he wanted to tell him more than anything, but he was afraid to be the first one to utter the words. What if Arliss didn't feel the same?
Arliss paused for a brief moment before he curled his slim fingers around the bulge and gripped, hard. Arliss began massaging Dave's erection through the front of his pants, rubbing and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Dave spread his legs wide and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the attention and rocking into his lover's touch.
After a couple minutes Dave stilled Arliss's hand and turned in his seat, cupping Arliss's smooth cheek and leaning close so they were a breath apart. "You know you don't have to do this, baby?" Dave could feel Arliss's grin before he surged forward and kissed Dave. The words, "want to," were mumbled before the delicious pressure returned to his dick.
Dave opened his mouth and Arliss's tongue immediately slipped in to caress his palate. Moaning, Dave sucked on the clever muscle, enjoying the sweet taste of butter and popcorn secondhand. Arliss moved closer, and Dave pulled the smaller man out of his chair and up onto his own lap. Arliss straddled his thighs settling on top of Dave's groin, grinding his erection into Dave's stomach, rocking hard and fast.
Arliss wound both arms around Dave's neck, holding on while Dave grabbed his tight ass, grasping the perfect cheeks. Dave deepened their kiss, tangling his tongue with Arliss's and sliding one hand up his back to the nape of his neck. Dave tangled his fingers in the long strands of Arliss hair, assaulting his mouth with a single-minded determination. Arliss's movements became more frenzied.
Dave slid his hand off Arliss's butt and up under his shirt, caressing the skin at the small of his lover's back. Arliss shivered and pushed into his touch. Encouraged, Dave dove his hand inside Arliss's pants, smoothing over his tiny butt. Arliss gasped and jumped in surprise, pulling away from the kiss and staring at him with wide, startled eyes.
Dave grinned up at him and worked his fingers between Arliss's cheeks, teasing briefly over his hole before pressing the tip of his middle finger inside. Arliss suddenly stilled, his mouth falling open before he convulsed in Dave's arms, coming in his pants. Dave slammed his lips over Arliss's, swallowing his cries and kissing him with all the passion he'd been holding inside.
Arliss broke away, panting. Dave wrapped both arms around the smaller man and gathered him close. Arliss snuggled in, burying his face next to Dave's neck and holding more tightly. Dave rubbed his hands over Arliss's back and dropped soft kisses on his hair.
Arliss kissed Dave's throat, working his way up to Dave's intact ear. A sharp nip on the lobe made Dave smile, and he murmured appreciatively against Arliss's temple. Arliss kissed Dave on the ear and whispered, "I love you," before ducking back under Dave's chin.
Dave let out a startled laugh of joy. Arliss squirmed in his lap and Dave tightened his embrace, kissing Arliss on the cheek while he struggled to regain his voice. "Damn, baby, I love you too. So much."
Arliss relaxed against his chest, and then leaned back. Dave loosened his hold to give him room, but didn't let go. He bent down and captured Arliss's lips, kissing him until they were both dizzy. Dave pressed their foreheads together, staring into Arliss's eyes while they gasped for breath, trying to regain control.
When their breathing finally settled, Arliss reached for the button on Dave's jeans. Dave stopped him, shaking his head. "No, baby. Let's get out of here, yeah?"
Arliss whimpered, reaching for his pants again. Dave stood, dumping him back onto his feet and kissing him on the forehead. "Come on, love. Let's go somewhere we can talk, okay?" Arliss nodded, and Dave hurried out of the theater, clinging to Arliss's hand and dragging him along behind him.
Arliss stopped at the door and Dave turned back to see what was the matter. Arliss was tugging at his shirt, pulling it down over the front of his pants. Dave couldn't help laughing at his predicament. The theater was located inside the local mall and once they stepped outside the doors they would be surrounded by weekend shoppers.
"Come on, baby, get behind me and I'll walk you to the restroom."
Arliss smiled and then fell into step directly behind him as they made their way down the hall to the restrooms. "Thanks. I, uh… I think I'm gonna be a minute."
Arliss's face had turned bright red and Dave took pity on him. "No problem, baby. Take your time. I'll just go and have a look around the shops. You can catch up, okay?"
___Okay… Thank you for your attention!And now that you’ve reached the end of my post—it is contest time! I am giving away a DVD copy of one of my favorite holiday films- MAKE THE YULETIDE GAY!! To be entered in the contest all you have to do is leave a comment below and include your contact information! Good luck and thanks for stopping by!-Mathilde Watson
-Buy Linkhttps://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/products_id/871/http://www.amazon.com/Play-Dead-Barking-Orders-ebook/dp/B009RVVD2M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350784685&sr=8-1&keywords=mathilde+watson+play+dead-Mathilde Watson's contact info (website, facebook, twitter, etc)https://www.facebook.com/mathilde.watson.author?ref=tn_tnmnhttp://www.mathildewatson.com
October 24, 2012
A Haven Over The Rainbow
A Haven Over The Rainbow Vicktor Alexander
I was fifteen years old. A sophomore at Escambia High School in Pensacola, Florida. An alcoholic and drug addict when I decided that I should probably change my life around. No, that’s not right, the murder I escaped at the hands of my abusive boyfriend is what let me know that I was on a destructive path heading straight for the grave. I was pretty much aware that I would never end up in jail, not because I’m special or anything, but because my life was too dangerous, the risks I took too great for me to wind up anywhere but as the guest star of my own funeral. It’s sobering to think about that now, at the wonderful age of twenty-eight, having made it four years past the age where doctors told me I would collapse from heart failure, thirteen years past the time when my ex-boyfriend told me I would “wake up dead” and ten years past the time when my biological family thought I would piss off the wrong person, sleep with the wrong people, take a bad hit and wind up dead.I started being self-destructive at a young age. I can see that I wasn’t out to merely hurt myself, but to make my biological parents suffer as well. Why? Because their ideas and their beliefs had caged me in this impenetrable box of religious morality where being gay sends you to an eternal hell filled with hellfire, brimstone, weeping, gnashing of teeth and indescribable pain. And being transgender? Well, transgenders don’t exist so they’re not even worth talking about. So what do you do when you’re a young gay transgender male who has suffered abuse, trauma, torture, rape, etc. and you’re surrounded by religious fanatics who take great pains to “hate the sin, judge the sin, condemn the sin, but love the sinner”?You drink. You smoke. You sleep around. You get involved in abusive relationships because heysomeone wants you. You become suicidal, depressed. You run away. You become friends with people in gangs. You become violent towards yourself, others. You get as close to the edge as you can possibly get and then you throw yourself over and hope that you crash on the rocks on the way down.Graphic and harsh? Yes. But then so was my life. So is the life of so many children and teens (and yes, even adults) out there.Their lives aren’t candy canes and cotton candy. Bright, shiny rainbows in a world full of butterflies and unicorns. They run from the darkness every day, every minute. The screams from their broken spirit haunt them daily and they’re gasping for air, for breath, for life. For someone, anyone to love them enough to hold onto them while they flail around for something to stand on, something to believe in.Someone to love them enough to stick around.At fifteen I was one of those people and having left my home in Winter Haven, Florida where my religious mother and her family lived, I moved to Pensacola, Florida, where my even more religious, and even more hypocritical biological father lived. I’m thankful though. For while my life with him was not perfect at all, one night when he’d gone off to another revival church meeting I stayed home and came up with an idea, a group home, a shelter and safe haven in the storm that completely altered my world.Promise Housestarted off being called The Exodus Project because I come from a very religious family and growing up my biological mother (who is Messianic Jew) took great pains to always tell us the story of the Hebrews escaping slavery and persecution and arriving at the Promised Land, known as an exodus(see the book of Exodus. Yes, that’s right, I’m talking about the Bible or the Torah, whichever you prefer. I’ll wait).As a kid the story of Moses and the Children of Israel always fascinated me and when I began drafting up the plans for what would later come to be known as the Promise House , it was the story of a people, looked down on and disparaged for being born a certain way that called out to me.Notice any similarities?I didn’t know that PH would become what it did, my only thought had been that I wished I’d had somewhere to run to when I felt unsafe, somewhere to go to when I ran away, somewhere to go just in case my parents ever kicked me out. There were shelters for teens who ran away, there always have been. Programs and group homes for teens who are addicted to drugs and alcohol, Teen Challenge is one off the top of my head (I personally know of T.C. having attended it myself). But the problem that I saw with most of them is the fact that there is so much emphasis being put on God curingwhatever is broken. I have no problems with God. YHVH is someone I pray to and speak about on an almost daily basis and Jesus is my homeboy. The problem was the fact that sometimes religion just doesn’t cure everything. Sometimes there’s something bigger.Sometimes you can’t tell a kid to just dress more like a girl and stop wearing boy clothes and then they’ll stop feeling like they were born in the wrong body.Sometimes you can’t tell a boy to “man up and stop acting like a punk” and a girl to “stop acting like a dude and act like a lady” and they’ll just stop being gay.Life doesn’t work like that. So as I started to write down my ideas, I wrote about all the things I saw that failed with different group homes and rehabilitation programs designed especially for teens and which ones succeeded. I wrote it from the standpoint of a teen who needed those services. I wrote down what I thought was needed: classrooms so that the kids can still go to school and not miss out on classes, a place to do rehab that’s beyond regular rehab for drugs & alcohol, rehab for the soul and spirit, a place to hang out, a place to grow, to meditate, opportunity for them to talk with parents/guardians/siblings, etc. in order to heal the family rift. Things that I wanted: a specially designed curriculum that will not only help the kids be able to graduate from high school but help them to heal and grow as people, to develop into mature, stable adults, a pool, a stable (horse therapy is good for kids with trauma), buildings to house the kids who live on campus-separating the boys from the girls). Then I started to write out the curriculum.It took me five years of working on what I wanted before I felt comfortable enough to show T.E.P. to someone else. They were amazed that I came up with the idea at the age of fifteen and impressed by the research I had done.They’d also told me that it was impossible.But I’m a man who never thinks anything is impossible and purposefully crosses lines and barriers drawn in the sand, erasing them as I do so, created by a society, a world too afraid of the unknown, too comfortable to really make a difference. I’ve always been that way. I’m that way in my writing (What do you mean no one’s ever written about a gender-fluid character who’s deaf and a wolf shifter and is mated to a black cowboy? What do you mean no one has ever written about a flamboyant, cross-dressing gay man who’s the survivor of abuse who mates a big, overgrown wolf-shifting cowboy? What do you mean no one’s ever written a story about an interracial gay couple where one of the men is a transgender man?) and I’m that way in my life. I spent years going to churches and high schools speaking (in between working and school) and telling them about how I overcame addiction. I don’t hold back because staying silent means not invoking change and I’m a man who has dedicated his life to bringing about change.That’s why I write. I love to write the stories in my head. Stories of men falling in love with each other, overcoming insurmountable odds, hatred, bigotry, racism, whatever to be together. They demand their time in spotlight. They want their story to be told. But my characters are a lot like me, they know what their main purpose is: to give me a damn good story so that I can make the money I need to start PH . They gladly tell me about their crazy exploits (You had sex in the carriage?!?! With the driver there listening??) and the villains who try to kill them or separate them from their true love(s) (Wait, you’re saying that he’s the head of the Galaxy Planetary Allegiance and he tried to kill you?) and in each story, in each book there’s the small kernel there, a seed that gets planted in the reader to bring change. More than that, with each book, each story, I get a little closer to that dream of my group home for at-risk teenagers and teenagers of the rainbow who have been kicked out, abandoned, those who are homeless, who need families, love, support, encouragement… help.Because while there’s a bit of myself in every book, in each character, there’s a bit of my story in each teen that I talk to for whom something like this is needed. There’s a bit of my struggle, my life, my heartbreak and triumph in each story I hear of another teen being disowned and kicked out by their parents for being gay or being transgender. That was me. While I was an adult by the time I grew the balls to stand up and actually say “This is me. I’m Vicktor. Transgender man who identifies as gay. Love me or leave me but this is who I am,” there are those out there who did it when they were younger and suffered the consequences. I want to give them a safe haven, a shelter, a home and a family. It’s a big order. It’s daunting, it’s large and I’ve had people, boyfriends and friends who have told me that my life goal is too intimidating for them to be a part of. But I’ve also met people who get it, who understand that for me, helping someone, changing the world, is all that I’ve ever wanted to do. They encourage me. They support me.They tell me to hurry up and get the shelter started already.And I’m working on it. Making connections, learning more and more every day.More than that, I keep on writing, because it’s the characters who get to foot the bill for my dream. It’s Tommy, Tal, Elian, Tabansi, Mickey, Samuei, Michael, Luke, Matthew, Roman, and all the others with their impossible love stories and their triumphs who encourage me to keep going, who tell me to keep writing. To push through the painful memories, the hurt, to never stop fighting, to never stop speaking out against homophobia, transphobia, hatred, bigotry. To never stop being an advocate, to never stop being myself. Because at the end of the day it always comes back to Promise House .It is the very reason that I write, for that haven over the rainbow.
-Vicktor Alexander
October 23, 2012
Post-GRL Happy Tuesday News
I've got a two for one happy Tuesday news.
So I'm trying to recover from the wonder and exhaustive fun that is GRL (and suffering from GRL-withdrawal, it's a nasty, beautiful disease that makes you remember all the fun you had, all the friends you made, miss them while subsequently cursing the lack of sleep, the overabundance of food-dear YHVH did I eat all of that, the hot guys that you really should have hit on and hooked up with but just didn't, the missed opportunities to swim or relax in the jacuzzi-pronounced ja-kwazzi because we're all sophisticated and shit, the amount of money you spent-guess it's pb&j for the rest of the month, and wondering how in the world you came home with more books than you left with-who the hell is this Vicktor Alexander fella anyway?) and I totally forgot that I had a book and a free read come out and go live today. So if you will indulge my sleep-deprived exuberant rant:
Ethan's Earl (with a very special dedication), the sequel to Mickey's Duke is live and available today at ARe and Bookstrand. It is also available in paperback. Here's the blurb, cover, and an excerpt:
Blurb:
Ethan Doughtery's special gift for altering the past of those whom he touches lands him in hot water and before he can catch his breath he finds himself running from his home on the planet Rodeiro and leaping into a stopped carriage belonging to Wilgrin gentry. The carriage belongs to Alexander Bartolomby, the earl of Durchester and he's instantly smitten with the gorgeous green-eyed Rodeiron. But the time isn't right for these two men and Alexander loses trace of Ethan.
But when they meet back up at a dinner party hosted by the Duke of Worthington and his husband, Mickey, Ethan's employer, Alexander is determined not to let the other man get away this time.
But there are things in Ethan's past that are determined to drive a wedge between the two men, and when the appearance of an unexpected Medolcian is brought to their attention, Alexander and Ethan will have to decide whether or not to fight for their relationship, because their connection to each other goes a lot deeper than either of them could have ever expected.
Excerpt:
That night, as soon as dinner was over, Ethan walked the guests to the door. He kept his head down and absolutely refused to look in Alexander’s… the earl’s direction. He’d suspected that the other man was a part of the gentry, but having it confirmed was so different from just thinking it. As he gathered shawls, wraps, overcoats, gloves, and walking canes, Ethan studiously avoided meeting Alexander’s gaze.
It wasn’t until he went to hand Alexander his top coat that he looked up, up, up into his brown eyes. With Alexander being the last guest to depart, Ethan allowed himself to indulge in a moment of fantasy. What would it be like to have the other man look at him with desire? With passion? Why was it that his body trembled as he looked into the older man’s gaze? Ethan felt himself drowning in Alexander’s passionate gaze and took a step back. Alexander took a step closer, and before Ethan knew what had happened, he found himself pressed against a wall in the alcove near the front door with Alexander’s hands braced against the wall on either side of his head. Ethan’s thoughts raced to the location of his employers, wondering where they were and if they would fire him for dallying with the earl.
Ethan swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to ask Alexander what he was doing, only to shiver when Alexander placed his finger against Ethan’s lips.
“Ssshhh,” Alexander cautioned him before leaning down and brushing his lips against Ethan’s. They groaned simultaneously and Ethan felt his cock harden in his pants. Alexander hummed happily before drifting the fingers of his right hand down over Ethan’s cheeks to his jaw, down over his neck to his chest, over his stomach, and down to cup his aching and leaking erection through the fabric of his breeches. Ethan hissed as Alexander squeezed lightly and pressed his lips against Ethan’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Alexander sighed. “I’ve wanted to do this since you ran and leapt into my carriage over a year ago.”
Ethan opened his mouth once again, not in protest this time, but to ask Alexander if he’d really been desiring him for that long. He was once again prevented from responding by the press of Alexander’s lips to his. The taste of him exploded over Ethan’s taste buds and Ethan felt his balls draw up tight to his body in response to Alexander’s unique flavour. Ethan found his mind curiously wondering what Alexander’s cock tasted like. Before Ethan could draw a breath, Alexander’s hand had wormed its way inside of his pants and his drawers to grasp his cock in a firm grip. Ethan moaned loudly against Alexander’s mouth and trembled.
When was the last time someone had held him or touched him thusly? With no exchange of money, no Madame calling the shots, no guard standing outside of the door… Alexander was touching him and holding him because he wanted to, because he could, because Ethan let him. Ethan and no one else. Ethan felt liberated and free for the first time since coming to work for Mickey and Evander. This right here, being able to choose who could touch him and when and why, was what made him free.
There's also A Tate Pack Vacation , which is a free short that 18 special readers at GRL got a week before anyone else did, it's set in Albuquerque and the guys meet some very special people there. This is also available at ARe and Bookstrand.
Blurb:
When a vampire squirrel, who is a demi-god named Hermes, wanders onto the Tate ranch with orders that the pack travel to Albuquerque during a convention of gay romance writers, readers and publishers, the pack doesn't hesitate to pack up their bags and leave. Who argues with a demi-god? Not to mention that vampire squirrel thing is freaky. But when they arrive in New Mexico the pack is startled and shaken by what they find. There's no way they will ever be the same after this vacation.
Excerpt:
Devontae looked over at his mate Zander, the older man on his knees and looking underneath the bed. Devontae nibbled his bottom lip as Zander huffed out a breath of frustration.
“Did you find it?” he whispered, scared that if he raised his voice the creature in question would come out and attack him, aiming straight for his face.
“No, Bunny, I don’t see it anywhere,” Zander replied as he pushed away from the bed and rose to his feet.
Devontae allowed himself a brief moment to take in the gorgeous look of his tall, broad-shouldered, muscled, tanned and gorgeous mate, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his jeans, before jerking his mind back to the matter at hand. His fingers fiddled with each other and his eyes darted around the room. He wasn’t crazy, he knew what he’d seen. It was some sort of weird squirrel that looked like it had vampire teeth and it had growled at him. Growled. Then it scampered off underneath the bed. He’d seen it.
“Can you look again?” Devontae asked softly, hating that he felt so scared and fearful. He was a former Army soldier, he’d served in a war, he didn’t get scared by regular squirrels. But vampire squirrels? Well, that was a totally different thing.
Zander sighed and looked at him. He watched Zander’s eyes soften and then the cowboy nodded his head. Devontae knew the other man was indulging him and usually he’d bristle at the patronizing but… well, it was a fucking vampire squirrel!
Zander lay down on his stomach and looked back underneath the bed and Devontae glanced nervously around the room before letting out a high pitched scream when he saw the damn squirrel sitting on their dresser staring at him.
“What?! What the fuck Bunny? Why are you screaming?” Zander asked as he jumped to his feet. Devontae couldn’t speak, he could only point towards the squirrel who sat on the dresser table watching them with an impassive look on his face. “Oh—Bunny, it’s just a regular squirrel. I doubt he—“ Zander’s words cut off when the squirrel pulled back his top lip and showed off an impressive set of fangs. “Holy fuck… ”
“See! I told you! I’m not crazy and I’m not seeing things! That’s a fucking vampire squirrel!” Devontae screamed. The squirrel started to shake and the fur on his body shimmered. The sound of bones cracking as the squirrel shifted made Devontae gasp. Backing up until his back hit the wall behind him, he reached out towards Zander, wanting his mate’s reassuring touch.
Though his back was to Devontae, Zander backed up until he stood directly in front of the smaller man. Devontae reached out to grab onto the back of Zander’s shirt, peeking around his mate’s large frame towards the now fully shifted vampire squirrel—who totally existed—that sat on top of their dresser. The shifted squirrel was petite, even smaller than Devontae, with long red hair and lavender eyes. His pale skin glowed in the Texas sunshine that shone through the window behind him and he smirked at the both of them.
“Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in our house?” Zander growled. Devontae could feel his mate’s wolf rising from within him, fur starting to grow on his skin. Devontae hummed softly, gently rubbing the planes of the large man’s back through the dark grey shirt that was two sizes too small for him. Zander calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Devontae pressed his face against Zander’s large bicep and stared at the nude stranger who watched them with an amused expression on his face.
“My name is Hermes Lysimachus Eustachus Hyginus,” the other man said, his voice soft and seductive as he spoke. Devontae felt himself grow aroused and with a squeak hid back behind Zander. He felt his mate tense and sniff the air. When Zander looked at him over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised Devontae felt his face burn.
“Really Bunny? You’re turned on by the vampire squirrel named Hermes?” Zander scoffed and Devontae’s head lowered.
“Sorry Sir,” he apologized instantly contrite.
“Hey now, none of that,” Zander replied lifting Devontae’s head and smiling down at him. “I wasn’t angry, just shocked.” Devontae nodded.
“It’s really not his fault,” Hermes replied, looking at his fingernails as if he were bored. “I am not just a vampire and a squirrel shifter, I am also a siren. It would be more shocking if he weren’t turned on. He’s young, he does not have the skeptical attitude that you have Zander.”
Devontae gasped as the squirrel—vampire—siren, the… hybrid called his mate by name.
“How do you know my mate?” he growled out, all traces of his earlier arousal gone. Now he was skeptical. Skeptical and wary, paranoid and just slightly jealous. He looked back and forth from Zander to Hermes—who the fuck names their child after a Greek mythological character—trying to figure out how they knew each other.
“I don’t know him in the sense that you do Devontae, but I know all about the two of you, all of you here on this ranch actually. The Tate Pack and their acquaintances have roused the interest of some very important people. Some very powerful people and they sent me and a few of my friends to check you all out,” Hermes informed them before hopping off the dresser and walking towards the bedroom door.
“Wait! That’s all you came to say to us?” Zander asked incredulously. Hermes paused in the doorway and turned to grin at the both of them.
“Oh no. Not at all, but I have a few others to see first. Just know this, you’re all going to be taking a little trip,” Hermes hinted.
“A trip? Where? When? Why?” the questions flew from Devontae’s lips rapidly as he stepped around Zander and crossed his arms over his chest. He made sure to keep his focus on the squirrel’s face and not on his dangly bits.
“You’re going to Albuquerque. As soon as possible and well… you’ll find out when you get there,” Hermes said in a distracted manner as he looked towards the closed door across the hall from the bedroom. Devontae felt his breath catch in his lungs. Did this strange creature know what lay behind that door? He wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Zander, was no longer ashamed of anyone knowing that he was a submissive to his very dominant partner, but this was someone who had essentially broken into their home and spouted off a bunch of cryptic shit to them. Devontae didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him.
“I’m going to go now. I have to pay a visit to Michael and Howell,” Hermes paused and turned to grin at the two of them. “You may want to grab your favorite toys from that room Zander, I think you’re going to need them.”
And with those cryptic words, Hermes shifted back into his squirrel form and scurried away. Devontae and Zander stood frozen for a second before turning to look at each other. Neither man spoke, both of them just staring at the other.
“Did that really just happen?” Zander asked, his tone filled with confusion.
“Y-yeah, I believe so,” Devontae stammered out. With a heavy sigh he walked out of the room towards their playroom.
“Where are you going Bunny?” Zander asked him.
“I need to be grounded because I feel completely out of sorts right now Sir,” Devontae replied, shock starting to course through his system.
“Okay,” Zander stated, sounding out of sorts himself. “I think I need it as well.”
“And then when we’re done, I guess we should pack,” Devontae said as he stepped into the room, taking off his clothes and folding them up neatly, placing each article of clothing: his True Blood t-shirt, jeans, and red boxer briefs, in the chair that waited just inside of the room.
“Pack? Why?” Zander questioned him as he pulled off his shirt and walked over to the far wall to look over the items that hung there. Devontae didn’t answer him at first, instead walking over to the spanking bench and leaning over it. He licked his lips in anticipation as Zander pulled down the new paddle he’d had to purchase after breaking the other one in a very exuberant scene. Devontae trembled in excitement as he put his hands into the padded cuffs that were attached to the bench. Zander walked over and fastened each restraint, spreading his legs and fastening his ankles. He rubbed the flat side of the paddle against Devontae’s ass, the other side covered in silver designs.
“For our trip to Albuquerque, New Mexico,” he stated before letting out a loud groan as Zander brought down the paddle on the fleshy part of his ass.
Thank you for indulging me! I hope those of you who attended GRL are recovering, that those of you who didn't attend are planning to go next year in Atlanta, GA and that those of you who are still in Albuquerque, NM realize that GRL is over. -grins-
-Vicktor Alexander
So I'm trying to recover from the wonder and exhaustive fun that is GRL (and suffering from GRL-withdrawal, it's a nasty, beautiful disease that makes you remember all the fun you had, all the friends you made, miss them while subsequently cursing the lack of sleep, the overabundance of food-dear YHVH did I eat all of that, the hot guys that you really should have hit on and hooked up with but just didn't, the missed opportunities to swim or relax in the jacuzzi-pronounced ja-kwazzi because we're all sophisticated and shit, the amount of money you spent-guess it's pb&j for the rest of the month, and wondering how in the world you came home with more books than you left with-who the hell is this Vicktor Alexander fella anyway?) and I totally forgot that I had a book and a free read come out and go live today. So if you will indulge my sleep-deprived exuberant rant:
Ethan's Earl (with a very special dedication), the sequel to Mickey's Duke is live and available today at ARe and Bookstrand. It is also available in paperback. Here's the blurb, cover, and an excerpt:
Blurb:
Ethan Doughtery's special gift for altering the past of those whom he touches lands him in hot water and before he can catch his breath he finds himself running from his home on the planet Rodeiro and leaping into a stopped carriage belonging to Wilgrin gentry. The carriage belongs to Alexander Bartolomby, the earl of Durchester and he's instantly smitten with the gorgeous green-eyed Rodeiron. But the time isn't right for these two men and Alexander loses trace of Ethan.
But when they meet back up at a dinner party hosted by the Duke of Worthington and his husband, Mickey, Ethan's employer, Alexander is determined not to let the other man get away this time.
But there are things in Ethan's past that are determined to drive a wedge between the two men, and when the appearance of an unexpected Medolcian is brought to their attention, Alexander and Ethan will have to decide whether or not to fight for their relationship, because their connection to each other goes a lot deeper than either of them could have ever expected.
Excerpt:
That night, as soon as dinner was over, Ethan walked the guests to the door. He kept his head down and absolutely refused to look in Alexander’s… the earl’s direction. He’d suspected that the other man was a part of the gentry, but having it confirmed was so different from just thinking it. As he gathered shawls, wraps, overcoats, gloves, and walking canes, Ethan studiously avoided meeting Alexander’s gaze.
It wasn’t until he went to hand Alexander his top coat that he looked up, up, up into his brown eyes. With Alexander being the last guest to depart, Ethan allowed himself to indulge in a moment of fantasy. What would it be like to have the other man look at him with desire? With passion? Why was it that his body trembled as he looked into the older man’s gaze? Ethan felt himself drowning in Alexander’s passionate gaze and took a step back. Alexander took a step closer, and before Ethan knew what had happened, he found himself pressed against a wall in the alcove near the front door with Alexander’s hands braced against the wall on either side of his head. Ethan’s thoughts raced to the location of his employers, wondering where they were and if they would fire him for dallying with the earl.
Ethan swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to ask Alexander what he was doing, only to shiver when Alexander placed his finger against Ethan’s lips.
“Ssshhh,” Alexander cautioned him before leaning down and brushing his lips against Ethan’s. They groaned simultaneously and Ethan felt his cock harden in his pants. Alexander hummed happily before drifting the fingers of his right hand down over Ethan’s cheeks to his jaw, down over his neck to his chest, over his stomach, and down to cup his aching and leaking erection through the fabric of his breeches. Ethan hissed as Alexander squeezed lightly and pressed his lips against Ethan’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Alexander sighed. “I’ve wanted to do this since you ran and leapt into my carriage over a year ago.”
Ethan opened his mouth once again, not in protest this time, but to ask Alexander if he’d really been desiring him for that long. He was once again prevented from responding by the press of Alexander’s lips to his. The taste of him exploded over Ethan’s taste buds and Ethan felt his balls draw up tight to his body in response to Alexander’s unique flavour. Ethan found his mind curiously wondering what Alexander’s cock tasted like. Before Ethan could draw a breath, Alexander’s hand had wormed its way inside of his pants and his drawers to grasp his cock in a firm grip. Ethan moaned loudly against Alexander’s mouth and trembled.
When was the last time someone had held him or touched him thusly? With no exchange of money, no Madame calling the shots, no guard standing outside of the door… Alexander was touching him and holding him because he wanted to, because he could, because Ethan let him. Ethan and no one else. Ethan felt liberated and free for the first time since coming to work for Mickey and Evander. This right here, being able to choose who could touch him and when and why, was what made him free.
There's also A Tate Pack Vacation , which is a free short that 18 special readers at GRL got a week before anyone else did, it's set in Albuquerque and the guys meet some very special people there. This is also available at ARe and Bookstrand.
Blurb:
When a vampire squirrel, who is a demi-god named Hermes, wanders onto the Tate ranch with orders that the pack travel to Albuquerque during a convention of gay romance writers, readers and publishers, the pack doesn't hesitate to pack up their bags and leave. Who argues with a demi-god? Not to mention that vampire squirrel thing is freaky. But when they arrive in New Mexico the pack is startled and shaken by what they find. There's no way they will ever be the same after this vacation.
Excerpt:
Devontae looked over at his mate Zander, the older man on his knees and looking underneath the bed. Devontae nibbled his bottom lip as Zander huffed out a breath of frustration.
“Did you find it?” he whispered, scared that if he raised his voice the creature in question would come out and attack him, aiming straight for his face.
“No, Bunny, I don’t see it anywhere,” Zander replied as he pushed away from the bed and rose to his feet.
Devontae allowed himself a brief moment to take in the gorgeous look of his tall, broad-shouldered, muscled, tanned and gorgeous mate, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his jeans, before jerking his mind back to the matter at hand. His fingers fiddled with each other and his eyes darted around the room. He wasn’t crazy, he knew what he’d seen. It was some sort of weird squirrel that looked like it had vampire teeth and it had growled at him. Growled. Then it scampered off underneath the bed. He’d seen it.
“Can you look again?” Devontae asked softly, hating that he felt so scared and fearful. He was a former Army soldier, he’d served in a war, he didn’t get scared by regular squirrels. But vampire squirrels? Well, that was a totally different thing.
Zander sighed and looked at him. He watched Zander’s eyes soften and then the cowboy nodded his head. Devontae knew the other man was indulging him and usually he’d bristle at the patronizing but… well, it was a fucking vampire squirrel!
Zander lay down on his stomach and looked back underneath the bed and Devontae glanced nervously around the room before letting out a high pitched scream when he saw the damn squirrel sitting on their dresser staring at him.
“What?! What the fuck Bunny? Why are you screaming?” Zander asked as he jumped to his feet. Devontae couldn’t speak, he could only point towards the squirrel who sat on the dresser table watching them with an impassive look on his face. “Oh—Bunny, it’s just a regular squirrel. I doubt he—“ Zander’s words cut off when the squirrel pulled back his top lip and showed off an impressive set of fangs. “Holy fuck… ”
“See! I told you! I’m not crazy and I’m not seeing things! That’s a fucking vampire squirrel!” Devontae screamed. The squirrel started to shake and the fur on his body shimmered. The sound of bones cracking as the squirrel shifted made Devontae gasp. Backing up until his back hit the wall behind him, he reached out towards Zander, wanting his mate’s reassuring touch.
Though his back was to Devontae, Zander backed up until he stood directly in front of the smaller man. Devontae reached out to grab onto the back of Zander’s shirt, peeking around his mate’s large frame towards the now fully shifted vampire squirrel—who totally existed—that sat on top of their dresser. The shifted squirrel was petite, even smaller than Devontae, with long red hair and lavender eyes. His pale skin glowed in the Texas sunshine that shone through the window behind him and he smirked at the both of them.
“Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in our house?” Zander growled. Devontae could feel his mate’s wolf rising from within him, fur starting to grow on his skin. Devontae hummed softly, gently rubbing the planes of the large man’s back through the dark grey shirt that was two sizes too small for him. Zander calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Devontae pressed his face against Zander’s large bicep and stared at the nude stranger who watched them with an amused expression on his face.
“My name is Hermes Lysimachus Eustachus Hyginus,” the other man said, his voice soft and seductive as he spoke. Devontae felt himself grow aroused and with a squeak hid back behind Zander. He felt his mate tense and sniff the air. When Zander looked at him over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised Devontae felt his face burn.
“Really Bunny? You’re turned on by the vampire squirrel named Hermes?” Zander scoffed and Devontae’s head lowered.
“Sorry Sir,” he apologized instantly contrite.
“Hey now, none of that,” Zander replied lifting Devontae’s head and smiling down at him. “I wasn’t angry, just shocked.” Devontae nodded.
“It’s really not his fault,” Hermes replied, looking at his fingernails as if he were bored. “I am not just a vampire and a squirrel shifter, I am also a siren. It would be more shocking if he weren’t turned on. He’s young, he does not have the skeptical attitude that you have Zander.”
Devontae gasped as the squirrel—vampire—siren, the… hybrid called his mate by name.
“How do you know my mate?” he growled out, all traces of his earlier arousal gone. Now he was skeptical. Skeptical and wary, paranoid and just slightly jealous. He looked back and forth from Zander to Hermes—who the fuck names their child after a Greek mythological character—trying to figure out how they knew each other.
“I don’t know him in the sense that you do Devontae, but I know all about the two of you, all of you here on this ranch actually. The Tate Pack and their acquaintances have roused the interest of some very important people. Some very powerful people and they sent me and a few of my friends to check you all out,” Hermes informed them before hopping off the dresser and walking towards the bedroom door.
“Wait! That’s all you came to say to us?” Zander asked incredulously. Hermes paused in the doorway and turned to grin at the both of them.
“Oh no. Not at all, but I have a few others to see first. Just know this, you’re all going to be taking a little trip,” Hermes hinted.
“A trip? Where? When? Why?” the questions flew from Devontae’s lips rapidly as he stepped around Zander and crossed his arms over his chest. He made sure to keep his focus on the squirrel’s face and not on his dangly bits.
“You’re going to Albuquerque. As soon as possible and well… you’ll find out when you get there,” Hermes said in a distracted manner as he looked towards the closed door across the hall from the bedroom. Devontae felt his breath catch in his lungs. Did this strange creature know what lay behind that door? He wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Zander, was no longer ashamed of anyone knowing that he was a submissive to his very dominant partner, but this was someone who had essentially broken into their home and spouted off a bunch of cryptic shit to them. Devontae didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him.
“I’m going to go now. I have to pay a visit to Michael and Howell,” Hermes paused and turned to grin at the two of them. “You may want to grab your favorite toys from that room Zander, I think you’re going to need them.”
And with those cryptic words, Hermes shifted back into his squirrel form and scurried away. Devontae and Zander stood frozen for a second before turning to look at each other. Neither man spoke, both of them just staring at the other.
“Did that really just happen?” Zander asked, his tone filled with confusion.
“Y-yeah, I believe so,” Devontae stammered out. With a heavy sigh he walked out of the room towards their playroom.
“Where are you going Bunny?” Zander asked him.
“I need to be grounded because I feel completely out of sorts right now Sir,” Devontae replied, shock starting to course through his system.
“Okay,” Zander stated, sounding out of sorts himself. “I think I need it as well.”
“And then when we’re done, I guess we should pack,” Devontae said as he stepped into the room, taking off his clothes and folding them up neatly, placing each article of clothing: his True Blood t-shirt, jeans, and red boxer briefs, in the chair that waited just inside of the room.
“Pack? Why?” Zander questioned him as he pulled off his shirt and walked over to the far wall to look over the items that hung there. Devontae didn’t answer him at first, instead walking over to the spanking bench and leaning over it. He licked his lips in anticipation as Zander pulled down the new paddle he’d had to purchase after breaking the other one in a very exuberant scene. Devontae trembled in excitement as he put his hands into the padded cuffs that were attached to the bench. Zander walked over and fastened each restraint, spreading his legs and fastening his ankles. He rubbed the flat side of the paddle against Devontae’s ass, the other side covered in silver designs.
“For our trip to Albuquerque, New Mexico,” he stated before letting out a loud groan as Zander brought down the paddle on the fleshy part of his ass.
Thank you for indulging me! I hope those of you who attended GRL are recovering, that those of you who didn't attend are planning to go next year in Atlanta, GA and that those of you who are still in Albuquerque, NM realize that GRL is over. -grins-
-Vicktor Alexander
October 14, 2012
The Dom Prequel is Born: Chain Me
So, while talking with fellow author Freddy MacKay, about Ethan’s Earl, I mentioned that there were two friends of mine who I found hilarious that I use to inspire certain characters. I made mention that if they were in the same book that the (and I quote) “shit would be funny as fuck.” So, Freddy MacKay responded with: “They would drive their Dom nuts.” And thus, another book was born.
It is the prequel to The Dom: Mark Me, entitled “Chain Me” and I started writing it today and in one hour had already written 2400 words. It will be a novella and, because it’s me, will be out probably before the other works on my schedule.
Here is the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think.
Until next time Vicksters!
Chapter One
Ahijit Gupta Khan sat at the bar, his eyes trained on the dance floor. His gaze took in the gyrating bodies, cataloging and dismissing most of the ones he saw. The young man, Vicktor, seated next to him squirmed in his seat and Ahijit, called Jit by his close friends, only two people, smirked. He didn’t often take on new Doms, especially not ones as green as Vicktor, but there was something about the young man that made him think that perhaps there was something there. Vicktor had all the makings to be a great Dom. If he could ever stop fidgeting.
“Stop moving, Vicktor,” Jit said with a menacing growl. Vicktor froze, mid-fidget and settled back down in his seat. This would have been so much easier to accomplish if Jit had his own sub, but he’d just released his most recent one. It hadn’t been an easy decision on his part, he never liked getting rid of subs, always believed that every sub could be trained but Kevin had been untrainable. At least by him. And as the foremost expert on BDSM training, that was saying a lot.
“Why can’t we just pick one and go with them?” Vicktor asked naively. Jit laughed and shook his head.
“It doesn’t work like that. You don’t just walk up to someone and tell them you’re going to tie them up and flog them,” Jit responded.
“Why not? It’s what you did to me,” Vicktor argued hotly.
Jit laughed boisterously, remembering the moment he’d met Vicktor fondly.
They’d both been at a BDSM party, though Jit had been a seasoned member and Vicktor had definitely been a newbie. His wide eyes as he took in the sights and sounds of people engaged in different aspects of a scene had been both amusing and intriguing to Jit. He’d walked over and introduced himself to the tall, broad-shouldered black man, Vicktor’s black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Your name is what? Ahchoo?” Vicktor had responded and Jit had barely restrained the growl from rising in his throat.
“Ah-jeet,” he’d pronounced. “Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn.”
“Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn,” Vicktor had repeated. “My name is Vicktor. Vicktor Parthings.” Jit had nodded and smiled back at the younger man before brushing his fingers along the black man’s forearm. He chuckled darkly at the shiver that rushed through Vicktor’s frame.
“So tell me Vicktor Parthings. Are you a Dom or a sub?” he’d questioned, knowing what the other man was just from the way he’d stood in the room. Feet spread shoulder width apart, hands held at his side, shoulders pushed back, head held high, eyes missing nothing. Vicktor looked like the most in control Dom Ahijit had ever seen, next to himself of course. He’d been determined in that moment to be the one to train Vicktor to be the best Dom he could be, but first…
“Um… which one is which again?” Vicktor questioned nervously.
Ahijit stepped close to the young man and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take you home and tie you up to my bed, flog you and then fuck you into the mattress.” The sound of shock and outrage that exploded out of the man was quickly followed by hands shoving him away.
“Hell no!” Vicktor explained and Ahijit had done nothing but grin.
“I didn’t think so. But just so you know, you will never learn how to be a good Dom until you first learn what it is to be a good sub,” he’d instructed the panting young man, with clenched fists. Ahijit knew he’d have to eventually get to the bottom of Vicktor’s issues with being tied up and flogged, but that would come in due time.
He’d turned away from the still upset young man and like clockwork heard Vicktor’s soft question. “C-can you teach me?”
And that brought them to where they were. Seated at the bar of Mack’s Bar, trying to find a sub or two for a few scenes. Subs to train Vicktor on how to be a Dom, know that he knew what it meant to be a sub. Ahijit had taken Vicktor on as a sub for two weeks. Two of the hardest weeks in his life as a Dom. Vicktor hadn’t wanted to take instruction, each step had taken countless lashes, smacks with the cane, and restraints. It was with a sigh of relief that the second week started with Vicktor on his knees, hands folded behind his back, head lowered, in a perfect position of submission, waiting for Ahijit’s instruction. At the end of the two weeks Vicktor knew for a fact that he was not a sub trying to be a Dom and Ahijit had been sure that it was time to train Vicktor with his own sub.
Now he just had to find one.
“You were a special case,” Ahijit pointed out to Vicktor, laughing along with the other man.
“My parents have been telling me that my whole life,” Vicktor joked.
Ahijit opened his mouth to retort when his eyes zeroed in on two men dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. They moved together, looking like a couple, one of them with long blond curls to his shoulders, the other with brown hair in a crew cut style. The blond was tall and thin, though Ahijit would wager he was still shorter than his own 6’4” frame. The brunet was petite, Ahijit would bet he barely hit 5’5” on the chart and looked as if he barely weighed a hundred and ten on the scale. Both men looked as if a stiff wind would blow them away. Both men looked as if a good fuck would break them.
They were perfect.
It wasn’t that Ahijit wanted to break them, or even that he would allow Vicktor to break them, but while it was obvious that they were a couple, they were both in need of another man, a third man to dominate them. Another man to take care of them, guide them, instruct them. A third man to keep them standing and grounded. And Ahijit was the perfect man for them.
No, wait. Vicktor was the perfect man for them. Yeah, that’s what he’d meant to say. Because he was going to dominate them in order to teach Vicktor how to be a Dom and Vicktor would be the one to take them on at the end of his training. That was the way Ahijit was taught and it was the way he would train his own student. The two men were for Vicktor, not him.
No sir, no way.
And the fact that it was his collars that he could see decorating the necks of both men was merely because of the fact that he hadn’t had his own sub for a while. That was it.
“Jit?” Vicktor’s voice penetrated the fog in his mind and Ahijit blinked and turned to look into the worried gaze of the young, black man.
“Those two,” he nodded toward the two gorgeous men grinding on the dance floor without answering his unspoken question. He watched as Vicktor’s gaze swung to the dance floor and then widened. Ahijit’s fist clenched as Vicktor’s nostrils flared as if he smelled something delicious, a low moan rumbling up from his chest. This was what he wanted, what he was counting on, in fact. He would train Vicktor with the two gorgeous men if they were agreeable and then when it was over, he would walk away and Vicktor would keep the subs. It’s what a good Dom trainer would do and that’s what he was. Regardless of how much he wished it were different.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
Travis Jake Caballero looked over at the two men at the bar surreptitiously and smiled back at Etan. “They’re still watching us,” he pointed out to his boyfriend, his cock jerking at the intense gaze coming from the barrel-chested Middle Eastern man whose gaze was undressing them from a distance.
“Good. Let’s give them something to watch then,” Etan said before shoving his hands down Travis’s pants.
“Oh god,” he moaned as Etan’s index finger tapped against his clenching hole. He and Etan Henry Davidovsky had been together for five years and were still looking for that third person to complete them. The two of them had met as juniors in high school and had been inseparable ever since. It had taken them a year before they’d finally gotten together, which was mainly because of Etan’s uber-religious parents. Travis had been afraid they were going to send his best friend and lover to a “rehab” clinic when they walked into Etan’s bedroom only to find their son’s cock buried deep in Travis’s ass. Etan’s mother had squeaked out in horror and his father had roared for them to get dressed and come downstairs.
They had gotten dressed and gone downstairs… as soon as they’d both cum and cleaned up afterwards. They had rationalized that if Etan were going to be put in a rehab and Travis jailed for statutory rape (he was eighteen to Etan’s seventeen), that they weren’t going to do it without busting a nut first. So they’d walked downstairs, prepared to face the firing squad, only to be surprised that Etan’s parents had been angry because he’d kept it from them. After being sufficiently horrified when his parents had given them papers they’d printed from online about “homosexual sex,” “STDs,” and “using condoms and lube,” the two boys had come out to Travis’s parents and all of their friends.
Their story was a lot different from that of other gay teens that they knew, both sets of parents being completely supportive, and for that they were forever grateful. While their parents were supportive of their relationship, they were pretty sure that they would all be opposed to them not only inviting a third person into their relationship, but being involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. They knew that the time would come when they would have to confess to their parents that their tastes didn’t run as “gay vanilla” as they thought it did. They were a lot more kinky than they’d ever expect.
“Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. He trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass.
Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for.
He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, to the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them.
“God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a woosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again.
“I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor.
“Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded.
Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.”
His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair following him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word.
When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis groaned while Etan simultaneously moaned.
“You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said.
“W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat.
“Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Vicktor here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said.
Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it.
“We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick.
“Prove it,” the stranger said.
Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and sucked the man’s cock deep into his mouth.
It is the prequel to The Dom: Mark Me, entitled “Chain Me” and I started writing it today and in one hour had already written 2400 words. It will be a novella and, because it’s me, will be out probably before the other works on my schedule.
Here is the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think.
Until next time Vicksters!
Chapter One
Ahijit Gupta Khan sat at the bar, his eyes trained on the dance floor. His gaze took in the gyrating bodies, cataloging and dismissing most of the ones he saw. The young man, Vicktor, seated next to him squirmed in his seat and Ahijit, called Jit by his close friends, only two people, smirked. He didn’t often take on new Doms, especially not ones as green as Vicktor, but there was something about the young man that made him think that perhaps there was something there. Vicktor had all the makings to be a great Dom. If he could ever stop fidgeting.
“Stop moving, Vicktor,” Jit said with a menacing growl. Vicktor froze, mid-fidget and settled back down in his seat. This would have been so much easier to accomplish if Jit had his own sub, but he’d just released his most recent one. It hadn’t been an easy decision on his part, he never liked getting rid of subs, always believed that every sub could be trained but Kevin had been untrainable. At least by him. And as the foremost expert on BDSM training, that was saying a lot.
“Why can’t we just pick one and go with them?” Vicktor asked naively. Jit laughed and shook his head.
“It doesn’t work like that. You don’t just walk up to someone and tell them you’re going to tie them up and flog them,” Jit responded.
“Why not? It’s what you did to me,” Vicktor argued hotly.
Jit laughed boisterously, remembering the moment he’d met Vicktor fondly.
They’d both been at a BDSM party, though Jit had been a seasoned member and Vicktor had definitely been a newbie. His wide eyes as he took in the sights and sounds of people engaged in different aspects of a scene had been both amusing and intriguing to Jit. He’d walked over and introduced himself to the tall, broad-shouldered black man, Vicktor’s black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Your name is what? Ahchoo?” Vicktor had responded and Jit had barely restrained the growl from rising in his throat.
“Ah-jeet,” he’d pronounced. “Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn.”
“Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn,” Vicktor had repeated. “My name is Vicktor. Vicktor Parthings.” Jit had nodded and smiled back at the younger man before brushing his fingers along the black man’s forearm. He chuckled darkly at the shiver that rushed through Vicktor’s frame.
“So tell me Vicktor Parthings. Are you a Dom or a sub?” he’d questioned, knowing what the other man was just from the way he’d stood in the room. Feet spread shoulder width apart, hands held at his side, shoulders pushed back, head held high, eyes missing nothing. Vicktor looked like the most in control Dom Ahijit had ever seen, next to himself of course. He’d been determined in that moment to be the one to train Vicktor to be the best Dom he could be, but first…
“Um… which one is which again?” Vicktor questioned nervously.
Ahijit stepped close to the young man and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take you home and tie you up to my bed, flog you and then fuck you into the mattress.” The sound of shock and outrage that exploded out of the man was quickly followed by hands shoving him away.
“Hell no!” Vicktor explained and Ahijit had done nothing but grin.
“I didn’t think so. But just so you know, you will never learn how to be a good Dom until you first learn what it is to be a good sub,” he’d instructed the panting young man, with clenched fists. Ahijit knew he’d have to eventually get to the bottom of Vicktor’s issues with being tied up and flogged, but that would come in due time.
He’d turned away from the still upset young man and like clockwork heard Vicktor’s soft question. “C-can you teach me?”
And that brought them to where they were. Seated at the bar of Mack’s Bar, trying to find a sub or two for a few scenes. Subs to train Vicktor on how to be a Dom, know that he knew what it meant to be a sub. Ahijit had taken Vicktor on as a sub for two weeks. Two of the hardest weeks in his life as a Dom. Vicktor hadn’t wanted to take instruction, each step had taken countless lashes, smacks with the cane, and restraints. It was with a sigh of relief that the second week started with Vicktor on his knees, hands folded behind his back, head lowered, in a perfect position of submission, waiting for Ahijit’s instruction. At the end of the two weeks Vicktor knew for a fact that he was not a sub trying to be a Dom and Ahijit had been sure that it was time to train Vicktor with his own sub.
Now he just had to find one.
“You were a special case,” Ahijit pointed out to Vicktor, laughing along with the other man.
“My parents have been telling me that my whole life,” Vicktor joked.
Ahijit opened his mouth to retort when his eyes zeroed in on two men dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. They moved together, looking like a couple, one of them with long blond curls to his shoulders, the other with brown hair in a crew cut style. The blond was tall and thin, though Ahijit would wager he was still shorter than his own 6’4” frame. The brunet was petite, Ahijit would bet he barely hit 5’5” on the chart and looked as if he barely weighed a hundred and ten on the scale. Both men looked as if a stiff wind would blow them away. Both men looked as if a good fuck would break them.
They were perfect.
It wasn’t that Ahijit wanted to break them, or even that he would allow Vicktor to break them, but while it was obvious that they were a couple, they were both in need of another man, a third man to dominate them. Another man to take care of them, guide them, instruct them. A third man to keep them standing and grounded. And Ahijit was the perfect man for them.
No, wait. Vicktor was the perfect man for them. Yeah, that’s what he’d meant to say. Because he was going to dominate them in order to teach Vicktor how to be a Dom and Vicktor would be the one to take them on at the end of his training. That was the way Ahijit was taught and it was the way he would train his own student. The two men were for Vicktor, not him.
No sir, no way.
And the fact that it was his collars that he could see decorating the necks of both men was merely because of the fact that he hadn’t had his own sub for a while. That was it.
“Jit?” Vicktor’s voice penetrated the fog in his mind and Ahijit blinked and turned to look into the worried gaze of the young, black man.
“Those two,” he nodded toward the two gorgeous men grinding on the dance floor without answering his unspoken question. He watched as Vicktor’s gaze swung to the dance floor and then widened. Ahijit’s fist clenched as Vicktor’s nostrils flared as if he smelled something delicious, a low moan rumbling up from his chest. This was what he wanted, what he was counting on, in fact. He would train Vicktor with the two gorgeous men if they were agreeable and then when it was over, he would walk away and Vicktor would keep the subs. It’s what a good Dom trainer would do and that’s what he was. Regardless of how much he wished it were different.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
Travis Jake Caballero looked over at the two men at the bar surreptitiously and smiled back at Etan. “They’re still watching us,” he pointed out to his boyfriend, his cock jerking at the intense gaze coming from the barrel-chested Middle Eastern man whose gaze was undressing them from a distance.
“Good. Let’s give them something to watch then,” Etan said before shoving his hands down Travis’s pants.
“Oh god,” he moaned as Etan’s index finger tapped against his clenching hole. He and Etan Henry Davidovsky had been together for five years and were still looking for that third person to complete them. The two of them had met as juniors in high school and had been inseparable ever since. It had taken them a year before they’d finally gotten together, which was mainly because of Etan’s uber-religious parents. Travis had been afraid they were going to send his best friend and lover to a “rehab” clinic when they walked into Etan’s bedroom only to find their son’s cock buried deep in Travis’s ass. Etan’s mother had squeaked out in horror and his father had roared for them to get dressed and come downstairs.
They had gotten dressed and gone downstairs… as soon as they’d both cum and cleaned up afterwards. They had rationalized that if Etan were going to be put in a rehab and Travis jailed for statutory rape (he was eighteen to Etan’s seventeen), that they weren’t going to do it without busting a nut first. So they’d walked downstairs, prepared to face the firing squad, only to be surprised that Etan’s parents had been angry because he’d kept it from them. After being sufficiently horrified when his parents had given them papers they’d printed from online about “homosexual sex,” “STDs,” and “using condoms and lube,” the two boys had come out to Travis’s parents and all of their friends.
Their story was a lot different from that of other gay teens that they knew, both sets of parents being completely supportive, and for that they were forever grateful. While their parents were supportive of their relationship, they were pretty sure that they would all be opposed to them not only inviting a third person into their relationship, but being involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. They knew that the time would come when they would have to confess to their parents that their tastes didn’t run as “gay vanilla” as they thought it did. They were a lot more kinky than they’d ever expect.
“Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. He trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass.
Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for.
He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, to the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them.
“God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a woosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again.
“I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor.
“Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded.
Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.”
His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair following him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word.
When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis groaned while Etan simultaneously moaned.
“You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said.
“W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat.
“Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Vicktor here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said.
Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it.
“We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick.
“Prove it,” the stranger said.
Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and sucked the man’s cock deep into his mouth.
October 9, 2012
Mantastic Fiction and VSP
Hey all,
I know this is late, but I'm just getting home but I wanted to let you know that I'm over at Mantastic Fiction today, for my GRL post, talking about the real-life people who inspire the characters in my books. Those who leave a comment will be entered to win a free ebook copy of Mickey's Duke & my upcoming release Ethan's Earl. Here's the link for those interested::
http://mantasticfiction.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/vicktor-alexander-knows-that-guy/
That's my news for today and it's very happy news indeed. I'm uber-excited about it! And also those who leave comments and are a part of the Yahoo group will earn VSP that you can use for some awesome swag.
-Vicktor Alexander
Mantastic Fiction and VSP
Hey all,
I know this is late, but I'm just getting home but I wanted to let you know that I'm over at Mantastic Fiction today, for my GRL post, talking about the real-life people who inspire the characters in my books. Those who leave a comment will be entered to win a free ebook copy of Mickey's Duke & my upcoming release Ethan's Earl. Here's the link for those interested::
http://mantasticfiction.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/vicktor-alexander-knows-that-guy/
That's my news for today and it's very happy news indeed. I'm uber-excited about it! And also those who leave comments and are a part of the Yahoo group will earn VSP that you can use for some awesome swag.
-Vicktor Alexander
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