Friday, March 14, 2014

INTERVIEW: JC Wallace and #Giveaway!

Today we're talking to the delightfully creative JC Wallace who, full-disclosure, has the other half of my BFF matching hat pins (naughty gentleman silhouettes!) and shows it off on his new hat. He has PRIZES for you, so check out the end of this interview for some totally kickass giveaways.

Hello JC and welcome BACK to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself (AGAIN! You never learn…) to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

So... JC Wallace, what is TODAY?


I never thought I’d be so excited for anything but here it is, release day for Curiosity Killed Shaney. To celebrate, there is a massive blog tour scheduled (seriously I’ve dubbed it “the blog tour that got away”) and there is a great giveaway. Find out how to enter, at the end of this blog post!

Before we start, many of you may not know this, but Raine is an awesome editor. She tore Shaney apart (figuratively and literally) and helped me to make this story the best it could be.

So for release day, the Magnificent Raine has invited me here for an interview. Thank you, Raine!

(Raine says: You're welcome, Pidgy!)

What is your biggest, most wildest, most extreme writing dream or goal? No dream is too outlandish. 

I don't know if I have a huge, wild writing goal anymore. When I was younger it was to be a hugely popular mainstream author. Over the years I realized that wouldn't make me happy. I do want to be recognized among readers and other authors in my genre. But really I just want people to read and like my stories just as I read and like other author's stories. If I have to pick on goal for one of my stories it would be to have it turned into an audiobook. I love audiobooks and have tons of them since I drive so much. I think that would make me very happy someday.

On a scale 1 (super chill) to 10 (falling apart at the seams) how cool are you under the pressure of blurb writing?!

A five. I don’t fall apart but I am not super chill. I’d love to pay someone to do it for me, LOL. Synthesizing a 65000 word book into two paragraphs that will entice people to buy your book? Root canals are funner.

If you could go back and speak to your 13-year-old self, what would you say?

“You are not as crazy as you think you are.” Things I felt and thought in terms of my gender identity I  had believed were totally crazy at the time. Puberty is a difficult enough time for a teen but when you’re also feeling like the wrong gender inside the confusion and angst are ramped up. Also, I would tell myself to chill the f*ck out. I was too high strung and angry about everything.

A genre-specific virus has attacked you, rendering you INCAPABLE of writing your chosen genre. What do you do now?!

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!  I would write mournful poetry cursing the genre-specific virus and read it at coffee houses on open mic night wearing my black beanie.

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

So I will use song lyrics that speak to me about my life or where I am heading or what my philosophy about life is. (PS  these all come from my most favorite band ever!!)

Then as it was, then again it will be. Though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea.
Upon us all a little rain must fall.
Many times I've lied, and many times I've listened, many times I've wondered how much there is to know.
Heartbreaker, your time has come, can't take your evil ways. Go away, heartbreaker.
There are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you’re on.
So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down. Although it grieves you, someday you'll need someone like they do.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. If the mountains crumbled to the sea, there would still be you and me.
I am just a simple guy, I live from day to day. A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away.
Sit and wait and all will be revealed.

Do you think you’d fare better against feral vampires or zombies?

Wow. Let’s see. Vampires want to suck your blood and if they’re feral, they won’t stop until they drain you. Mythically they are strong and fast. Now, Zombie just want to eat your brains, arms, legs, face....and in lore they tend to be slow but persistent. Well, I’d be the girly guy who sprained his ankle trying to run away (although I wouldn’t be wearing four inch heels) so no matter which group was after me, I’d still be someone’s meal before long.  Answer:  Whichever didn’t get me first!

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

Moonlight never looked better on a man. The faint bluish glow highlighted ever dip and curve and muscle of his naked torso. I swallowed hard as he approached me. He hadn’t been invited, hadn’t knocked and gained entry, yet here he stood before me. I didn’t even know his name, yet it sang within my very bones. When I should have demanded this stranger leave, scream to rouse my roommate to my rescue, the words remained trapped within the mire of my arousal.

The air hummed with silent expectation, caressing with ghostly fingers over my skin, raising the hairs from my body. Shudders and quakes and my hardened cock within my sleep pants were my only visible reactions. Closer he came, advancing in smooth, languid steps, graceful yet impressive. His very essence commanded me to submit, to give myself over body and soul.

The moonlight cut across his face, and pools of blue illuminated his eyes which seconds ago were black, soulless orbs. In that moment, I had no doubt that that by his hand I would experience unadulterated bliss and he would most certainly own me for all eternity.

What is your most irrational fear and what makes you inexplicably happy?

I’m not sure if I consider fears irrational. If you fear something, you fear it, and irrationality is subjective. So a fear...hmmm ,I have several...but I think the worst is the dark. I’m not talking about sleeping with the lights off. I mean pitch, black darkness where you can’t see anything no matter how much you blink your eyes and focus. If I can turn a light on, or a flashlight, or light a candle I am fine, but being stuck in the dark terrifies me for some reason.  Add in my claustrophobia = I HATE small, dark places. I have often theorized that something awful happened to me in a past life to do with the dark and small places, and I carried those fears over into this life (No, I am not saying I believe in reincarnation - just a theory).

And what makes me inexplicably happy? My children most definitely and now my grandson. Amazing kids!

Worst mistake you’ve made in your career and what you’ve learned from it?

In my writing career that would be self-publishing my first novel. It really needed an editor (for plot development) and I had only used a beta reader. Plus, I had written and published the 30,000 word story in about twenty-five days and threw it out there. The reviews were not great and deservedly so. I pulled the story after about a week. Now the reviews for that book will forever grace my page on Goodreads. Good lesson learned.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are STILL the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

The kind that sit on your butt!

Shaney's curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?

“How old are you?” Shaney asked. The silence was driving him batty.
The side of Hudson’s jaw twitched. “Twenty-six.”
“And Hudson. Is that like Rock Hudson or the Hudson River?
Another flinch in that muscle, but it didn’t seem to be an angry twitch. The man couldn’t be nervous, could he?
“Hudson River.”
“Cool. Named after a river. I think I was named after a three-year-old. Is your middle name River?”
“Does anyone call you Huds for short?”
And those were the last words they spoke to each other until they reached the cabin.
As the trees thinned, the one-story fishing cabin came into view. Not as eerie as Shaney had pictured in his head. The green paint was weathered and a few shingles were missing, but overall, the building was well-maintained. The windows were the old metal frame kind with single panes of glass. Definitely a summer cabin. Winters in the Adirondacks got downright bitter, often dipping into the double-digit negative numbers. Shaney hated the cold as much as his balls did. Hibernation was his winter activity of choice. This, of course, made the other natives scoff since the area was all about winter sports. They were less than thirty minutes from the Olympic Village of Lake Placid. Maybe if they had something exciting, like Extreme Ice Fishing, Shaney could be drawn out of his warm apartment, if only for the entertainment value. He envisioned ice fisherman sitting on their buckets while skiers pulled behind snowmobiles zigged and zagged around them. One missed zag and fishermen, poles, and fish would all go flying.
Shaney looked up to see Hudson scowling, jaw clenched tight, dark eyes glaring. Man, had anyone ever looked that annoyed with Shaney?
“Care to join me?” He growled.
“Sure,” Shaney said and followed until the man stopped short. Shaney’s sneaker slid in the mud and he tried to stop, but his body plastered itself to Hudson’s backside. Shaney’s arms automatically wrapped tight around Hudson’s waist to steady his legs.
Oh, hells bells, this feels so good. The heat from Hudson went straight to Shaney’s groin and, for just a second, Shaney breathed in leather and earth and sweat. When his brain caught up, Shaney jumped back as if his body had touched a hot surface.
Hot is right, he thought as his sneakers slipped again, and he ended up sprawled on his back in the mud. Without hesitation, Hudson reached down and grabbed Shaney’s wrist, yanking him upright.
Hudson surveyed Shaney from head to toe and Shaney felt every inch as a caress. Why did Hudson make Shaney squirm in his skin, make him desire the feel of the strong man over him, under him, behind him…anyway he could get him? Only two hours with the plaid-covered hunk, Shaney’s sexual tension had risen to levels that were about to blow his heads off—all three of them.
Suddenly, Hudson’s jaw unclenched and his eyes lightened. Even his shoulders relaxed. Shaney’s breath caught at the soft openness gazing down at him. Butterflies beat furiously in the pit of Shaney’s stomach. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Hudson’s eyes intently followed the movement. Slowly, he lifted his hand toward Shaney’s face. Was he going to touch Shaney? Yes, touch me. Shaney wanted to step closer and nuzzle his cheek into that palm. A slight hesitation of his hand, a flicker of something in Hudson’s eyes, and Shaney froze. Hudson’s hand continued up and a light brush of fingertips across the bump on his scalp sent shivers zinging down Shaney’s spine. There wasn’t enough air.
“Does it hurt?” Hudson asked in a low, rough voice as he watched his own fingers stroking Shaney’s head.
Please, don’t ever stop.
“Not too much anymore. I guess if I knocked it again, probably.” Shaney’s gaze never left Hudson’s face. How rare was that open honesty?
Hudson’s eyes flicked down to meet Shaney’s and, for one perfect moment, Shaney stopped thinking. But as quick as a rabbit fleeing a fox, Hudson’s hand snapped back and the tension that had been momentarily absent, now filled Hudson’s face. 
Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!
Shaney is so excited that his story is being told that he is giving away some great prizes! P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!
1- $25 Amazon Gift Card
2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks
2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts
3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs
2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards
 You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!

Enter Shaney’s Giveaway!
About JC Wallace
I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY


  1. Congrats JC! Rainy, thank you for this interview. JC, I wish you the best.

  2. Fantastic interview and excerpt.

  3. Thanks for having me Raine! The hat party rocks!

  4. Thank you so much for getting a new hat!!

  5. I'm loving these interviews (and the hat)!

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