Tuesday, June 10, 2014

INTERVIEW: Grace Duncan plus #Giveaway!

Grace Duncan is back! (YAY YAY YAY!) with a new beautiful hat picture, a gorgeous new doxie pic, and a GIVEAWAY! Check her out, hat enthusiasts!

Hello Grace and welcome BACK to The Hat Party <3 Thank you so much for being crazy enough to return to the Party! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

A drunken relative has just insulted M/M rom up one side and down the other. Plus they spilled their drink on you in the process. What is your most articulate response?

I may well have experience with this soon. My in laws are from conservative, rural Oklahoma and we have a reunion coming up soon. Unfortunately, it always takes me a bit of time to come up with a quick comeback. Usually, by the time I’ve thought of it, they’re off giggling to someone else.

That said, I’d probably say something along the lines that they wouldn’t know real romance or love if it walked up to them and did a jig while naked except for Dobby’s tea cozy (or some such).

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

Curl into a ball and cry horribly. Then get up and try something else. Writing is more than what I do, like so many of us, it is what I am and I’d have to find some way to write. I’d undoubtedly try my hand at pure fantasy, possibly some YA, maybe even Sci Fi (if I could research it well enough)—i.e., take some of what I already write (romance with fantasy) and focus instead on the fantasy.

If I couldn’t do that? Well, I just can’t contemplate that idea. Not writing at all just isn’t an option.

Be totally honest. How awesome would you be at leading a moon colony?

Actually, I probably would be. I am one of those reluctant leaders, though. I run the IT department for an anime convention here in town and when I took it over, I’d sort of been drafted. But I think I handle it well, and, if I found myself in the situation, I think I could do it. I wouldn’t go looking for it! LOL but I probably could.

Explain your writing in 3 1/2 words.

Brevity isn’t m--

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

“OH GOD,” Patrick breathed, dropping his face onto the back under him. He tried to pull himself back just a little. He didn’t want it over too soon, and if he didn’t manage to get a hold of himself, it would be.

He dropped a series of kisses across shoulder blades and down spine, sliding his hand up into the long hair. He pushed it aside to give more kisses, this time to ear and neck and shoulder. Finally, he felt like he could handle moving.

It felt so ridiculously good. The heat, the muscles tightening around his cock, all of it was working against him to drive him completely crazy. Grunts muffled by a pillow floated to him, making things even worse. He loved sound, loved knowing what he was doing for his partner, loved giving to them, and hearing it was one sure-fired way of pushing him quickly toward the peak.

Nails dug hard into his hip, and that helped a little. He could handle small bits of pain—his hair being pulled, that sort of thing—but too much and it would quickly kill, or at least slow, any pleasure. This seemed to be just enough to help.

Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.

Besides you? I appreciate a lot of authors out there and it really is hard to pick one. I’ve made so many lovely friends since I joined the Dreamspinner family and they are all amazing people. I’m a bit afraid to pick one as I do not want to hurt any feelings. So many have been so inspirational and welcoming and mentor that I would have trouble trying to pick one. Shira Anthony has done so much to make me feel like I belong at the adult’s table, rather than a kindergartener trying to horn in on the teenager’s hangout. Rhys Ford is an amazingly wonderful person who has shown me just how giving other authors can be. Tempe O’Riley is a sweet person who’s shown me how much you can do, despite adversity. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg…

(Interviewer's note: BLUSH!)

Have you tried collaborating? Why or why not?

I have written collaborative fanfiction but not yet original. I would love to, but I haven’t yet found anyone willing to write with me. I’m working on the hubs, but he’s convinced he’s not good enough for it. (wonderfully,  not because it’s gay fiction, but because he doesn’t think he’s good enough!)

If they were handing out awards for writing assets, in which category would you snag first place?

I would sincerely hope it would have something to do with writing sex or with my world-building. I know that I work hard to keep my sex fresh, to focus on different aspects of it while keeping it about the emotional. As for the world-building, I do so much research, I’ve shocked other authors by how much I do. I’ve built a huge map for my Golden Collar world, and the picture below is the printed research I’ve accumulated for it. I have a 4GB jump drive with the rest. (Okay, it’s not full, but there’s quite a bit on there.)

People—basically good? Or basically bad?

I have to believe people are basically good. I think we all have the capacity for both. I don’t think it’s about whether we have it, it’s about what we choose to focus on. And I think most people choose the better side. Oh, being in the genre we’re in, I’m well aware that there are plenty who don’t. I see too much hate to believe it’s everyone, either way. But I’m one of those who has to believe in the good side of humanity. I’m not sure I could continue to write the HEA if I didn’t.

And as always, for THE most important question of all: What kinds of dachshunds are the SECOND best kinds of dachshunds?

The long-haired doxie. They remind me of this adorable mix between dachshund and really short retriever (or Irish setter). They still have to be the adorable red color, I’m just too stuck on that one. But I love how soft the long-haired puppies are.

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Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.

One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.

As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick's hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick's life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.


With a groan, he rolled into a sitting position and scrubbed at his face with his palms. He stared at his cock and debated just trying to will it down, but that had never worked before, and he knew it wouldn’t now. He stood up and padded into the kitchen, pulled out the orange juice, and drank straight from the carton. Emily would have killed him for that—one of the few benefits of being alone—but she wasn’t there.

Apparently, she wasn’t even in his dreams anymore.

He frowned as he stared off into space. He supposed that, like the night he’d masturbated, it made a sort of sense that he’d dream about Rhys—or Cyrus. He was spending so much of his time and mind space as Nadir, it was bound to leak into other areas of his brain, including his dreams. Not that that had ever happened before, but this was the first time he’d played such a long-term role—and a gay character, at that.

As the dream came to mind, though, and Rhys’s body became much clearer, Patrick’s cock twitched with interest, and he frowned again. He wasn’t attracted to Rhys. He wasn’t.
He reminded himself he was straight. That this was all coincidence.

But then he heard the moans from his dreams, moans very much in Rhys’s voice, and his cock not only twitched, he felt precum bead on the tip. He set the orange juice onto the counter with a thud and banged his head hard against one of the cabinets. It didn’t help.

“No,” he grumbled aloud. “I am not gay!”

His cock and mind disagreed—or at least his cock wasn’t listening. He tried again to think about Emily, but Rhys’s image superseded it. Visions from the dream fought with his attempts to think about his wife—and his wife was losing.

He growled into the empty room but wrapped his hand around his cock anyway. He groaned wordlessly, then panted hard when pleasure hit, fast and sharp. “Fuck,” he grunted, partly because it felt so fucking good and partly because the image that greeted him when his eyes closed was that of a wet Rhys—the one he’d been treated with the only time he’d seen his friend in the showers at a gym.

He moved his hand, slowly at first, and the image of Rhys in the shower was quickly replaced with the one of his cock buried in Rhys’s ass from the dream. He tried, almost desperately, to get it out of his head, replace it with something else, but he couldn’t do it. It was Rhys’s voice, Rhys’s face during a scene, in the dream, in the shower, that filled his mind.

And before he knew it, he was coming, coming hard to all those images, unable to stop it. Unable to stop them. The pleasure shot through him faster than he’d have thought possible, screaming through his nerves, pulling the cum from his balls. He painted the cabinets in it, the climax dragging the orgasm out—intent, it seemed, on pushing him through as many images of his male friend as possible.

He collapsed back against the counter, panting hard in the aftermath, cum cooling everywhere: on his stomach, the cabinet, his legs, and his hand. He couldn’t move, couldn’t make himself grab a paper towel to clean up, couldn’t seem to do anything. He was still too far gone for that.

He had just masturbated, from start to finish, to images of Rhys.

Yeah, he had some major problems.


What inspired you to write No Sacrifice?

I will admit that I don’t watch a lot of TV these days. Too much ‘reality’ crap mixed with bad representations (or none at all) of the GLBT community. I get tired of the gay couple either being 1) tragic, 2) the comic relief or 3) the villain. It’s ridiculously common. Occasionally, however, there is a decent canon gay couple. I’d discovered one a little over a year ago and it sparked a question in my head. We all know that people often play characters that are the exact opposite of their personalities—and sexual orientations (Neil Patrick Harris, for instance). But what if it wasn’t really the opposite? What if, instead of the straight they asserted they were… wasn’t really true? What if, instead, they were bi? And what would happen if that bisexuality came out at an inopportune time? Like… in the middle of a kissing scene with your same-sex co-star. Thus, No Sacrifice was born.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?
No Sacrifice took me over six months to write. It was a major labor of love. It is also my first general contemporary novel. So I was a bit terrified of it, if truth be told. But I’m exceedingly proud of it, of the fact that the MC isn’t gay, but bi and that I didn’t hold anything back when I wrote it. I bawled more than once writing it and I think it shows just how much I put into it.
What are your hopes for this title?

I hope that others see it for what I do, that it shows a good representation of bisexuality to other bisexual people out there and that it pulls at the emotions of others like it did me. I hope people can walk away with the underlying message: No one gets to live your life but you.

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About the Author:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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1 comment:

  1. Wonderful interview. I giggled a few times. I'm SO excited for No Sacrifice!!!