Monday, June 2, 2014

INTERVIEW: JC Wallace plus #Giveaway!

Today we welcome back our first ever Triple Crown Hat Party attendee: JC Wallace! JC has visited us SO often, I have to modify the dachshund Q to something WILD. <3 (Wouldn’t have it any other way!) 

Welcome JC, to the insanity that is my Hat Party. Please don your best hat (no repeats!) and let’s get started.

Thanks Rainee for having me. I am honored to be the first ever Triple Crown Hat Party attendee! I shall add it to my list of accolades.

Dare to Love Forever is my second published novel, and I’m excited to share the story with you. At the end of this post, you will find the buy link, blurb and excerpt, as well as a chance to enter to win some great prizes at the end of the tour!

Check here for links to all of the blogs in the tour.

If you could have your ideal secret writing lair, what would it look like?

Okay, this is going to sound really boring. I don’t need a lair for writing and neither do I desire one. I would never use it. Why, you might ask? I like to be around my family, out in the open of the house, which yes is not conducive to writing, but I have what I consider a special ability (well probably not but it makes me feel special). Once I am in front of my computer and have my headphones on, listening to loud music, I can pretty much block the entire world out. I don’t notice people, or sounds, or movement. I can write anywhere, at any time. I become totally lost in my head and the world I am creating. Give me a comfy chair, my computer, my headphones and a power source, and I will write you some awesome stories.

You’ve been banned from ever writing paranormal again. What are you going to do now?

First, cry and throw things, roll on the floor screaming and then get over it and write in another genre!

What exactly does HUNK mean, JC Wallace?

That would be a term coined by my BFF Rainee and means Happy Until The Next Kidnapping. Seems to be a theme in my stories.

You’ve been stabbed, shot, AND bludgeoned! (WOW, enemies, much?) As you’re dying, what one object do you possess that is so special to you that you wouldn’t write the killer’s name on it?

Wow, that is quite the question. I don’t have any object that means that much to me, seriously. What means more to me are my children and my family? Over the years, I have learned that things mean nothing, are fleeting, can be lost and destroyed.  And with that, if I was dying, I couldn’t take it with me anyway!

Be totally honest, what’s the worst part of being a published author.

Marketing. You are published and the world is so big, with so many readers, and you want people to read your stories. Just because you are published doesn’t mean you’re read or noticed and publishers may do some marketing but not much. My goal is to have people read my stories, but I am not in this to make money or to become “someone.” I just enjoy that there are some people who like what I worked so hard to write.

Tell me about a time in your life when you were changed.

Changed into what? LOL just kidding.  There are so many. 

Who is Jinx and what is he doing right now? Haha! You HAVE to answer me now! It’s in an interview!)

Jinx is my daughter’s Carkie (Cairn Terrier/Yorkie Mix). He weighs about four pounds and thinks he’s the size of a black lab. He’s constantly challenging my mother’s dog who outweighs him by 70lbs. Here’s his pic. 

And right now he’s sleeping. 

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?

“Another fun filled event in the hometown.” I wouldn’t defend anything to a drunken relative. I’ve learned its best not to argue with fools. Most of my relatives who would be that drunk are narrow-minded fools. How most of them would even find out about M/M would be the bigger mystery.  

Sing me a song, JC Wallace.

This may give you a clue where the title of my new release came from? (PS One of my fav songs!)

Who wants to live forever,
Who dares to love forever,
When love must die.

But touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who waits forever anyway?

Who Wants To Live Forever

And finally, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. Tell me your business plan!

Hire Rainee and Sion to run it for me.
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Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?

Available from: Amber Allure

     “Are you cold?” Lincoln placed a hand on Carson’s leg.
Carson shook his head, staring at the strong hand, the nails trimmed short, the black hairs on the base of the fingers. Without thinking, Carson reached out and laid his hand over Lincoln’s. Carson’s hands were small, the fingers long and thin. His skin was snow white against Lincoln’s darker skin. Carson would guess Lincoln had some Latino ancestors. He’d never met anyone of any origin other than his homogenous family.
The muscles in Lincoln’s hand twitched, but he didn’t move away. Carson continued to stare down, refusing to look into those blue eyes. His attraction to the man was growing, expanding under his skin, as he touched Lincoln. Carson had been kissed and groped and sucked by Justin, but he’d never been penetrated with more than his own finger, and he’d never fucked anyone else. Twenty-three and a virgin. If the incident with Justin hadn’t happened, Carson was sure they would have gone all the way. They’d been in love. Then Carson had destroyed everything.
Carson sucked in a deep breath and looked right into those pools of blue. Once he told Lincoln the horrible things he’d done, he’d never get to touch the man again. Lincoln would never look at him again with that rare softness and—was that need or desire—again.
Carson pulled himself up onto his knees, moving closer to Lincoln. The man squinted at him but said nothing. Carson’s breaths were shallow and his nervousness squeezed tight around his chest. He had to do this one last good thing, because after he spilled his secret, he was going to die one way or another.
Carson leaned closer to Lincoln. The man was still, his eyes searching Carson’s, questioning. Carson licked at his lips, drew in and released a deep breath. He hadn’t been this close to a man—ever. He’d been close to Justin, but they’d only been sixteen, just boys. The closeness was intoxicating, the smell of the man thrilling. Carson slowly lifted his hand to Lincoln’s chest, giving the man time to dodge his touch, but Lincoln remained still. Carson’s fingertips brushed the black T-shirt stretched tight over his chest. Gaining confidence, Carson rested his palm over Lincoln’s left pec. The muscle twitched. Carson held his breath as he ran his hand over the muscled chest, tingles filling his palm. He groin ached and his dick filled. The combination of the touch, the heat, the manly smell, pushed Carson forward.
He caught the hitch in Lincoln’s breathing, but Carson kept his eyes down. If he looked into that face, he’d lose his nerve. He would go as far as Lincoln would allow. Visions of making love to Lincoln bombarded Carson. Lincoln behind him, beneath him, over him… Carson’s breathing increased as he ran his hand over Lincoln’s hard stomach. The man must do hundreds of crunches a day to get that hard.
Speaking of hard—the sight of the bulge in Lincoln’s jeans thrilled Carson. Shit, Lincoln was turned on, hard from Carson’s touch. That reaction spurred Carson to move lower. A hand grabbed his wrist and he gulped, fearing he’d gone too far.
The grip on his wrist wasn’t tight but firm. Lincoln raised Carson’s hand and rested it against his cheek. His dark beard scratched at Carson’s palm. Carson raised his chin, met hooded, lust-filled eyes. Butterflies the size of crows beat against Carson’s stomach. Lincoln’s tongue came out and licked at his own lips. Carson’s eyes flicked down to watch the erotic motion. Gods, he wanted to taste those wine-colored lips.
Maybe Lincoln was reading Carson’s mind because Lincoln lifted his other hand and laid it on the back of Carson’s neck. The skin-to-skin contact raced a shiver through Carson’s body all the way to his toes. His cock was so hard and aching, and he wanted to touch it but he refrained, waiting…breathing…yearning, as Lincoln continued to stare right into him.
The hand on his neck tightened and pulled Carson closer, leading him to Lincoln’s lips. Time stopped as he traveled the short distance to those moist lips. Just before they touched, Carson closed his eyes. Lincoln’s hot breaths hit Carson’s face and then their lips came together tentatively, as if they were both waiting for the other to make the move. The electricity sparking from just that touch zipped straight to Carson’s groin and he surged forward, turning his head and opening his mouth while wrapping his arms around Lincoln’s neck. Lincoln’s hand tightened on Carson’s neck and the other wrapped around Carson’s waist and pulled him hard against Lincoln’s chest.
Oh gods, the taste of the man was heavenly, and Carson attacked his lips, teeth clacking, and a moan rising from one of them. Lincoln turned his body and pulled Carson onto his lap. Instantly, Carson humped against Lincoln’s stomach. A scorching heat rose from within and Carson’s control held by only a fragile thread. Lincoln grabbed one of Carson’s hands and placed the palm against his erection. Carson gasped, squeezing Lincoln’s hard shaft, eliciting a rumbling groan from deep within the man’s chest.
Lincoln pushed his groin against Carson’s hand and Carson wanted so much more, wanted to touch every part of Lincoln’s body, wanted Lincoln’s hands to touch him. Carson pulled away from the kiss and reached for the button of Lincoln’s jeans. Their frenzied pants filled the space between them. Lincoln reached under the hospital gown Carson wore, access easy given that Carson wasn’t wearing underwear. When the rough hand closed over Carson’s shaft, he cried out from the pleasure of a hand other than his own touching him. He was going to come too soon.
“S-stop, please…I’m gonna…” Carson couldn’t catch hold of a single racing thought, couldn’t concentrate with the gorgeous man’s hand stroking the head of his dick.
“Yeah, you are,” Lincoln growled and pushed Carson back onto the bed.


What inspired you to write Dare to Love Forever?

DTLF was supposed to be a story composed for an anthology call, a short story. I had never planned to write a vampire story being they are so overdone. But an anthology  would be okay. The ideas for the supernatural elements came from ideas I wrote while researching other stories.  For a vampire story I think it came out pretty good. 

What are your hopes for this title?

I hope people who read it like it and want more of the series cause I really like the world in this story.

About the Author: JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).
In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.