Tuesday, September 2, 2014

INTERVIEW: Felice Stevens plus #Giveaway!

Today we're talking with the lovely Felice Stevens who has the sparkliest hat *of all time*! Make sure you check out her interview for details on how you can win an e-book copy of Rescued, and while y'all are all distracted, I'm going to try and make my hats more sparkly :)

Hello Felice and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!


You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?

13 was a pretty bad year for me, but nothing to do with teenaged angst. I had fallen and broken my hip, so I spent a month in a body cast and then the next 3 months in rehab and physical therapy learning to walk again. I would tell myself that it isn’t all hopeless and that you need to always look ahead to what the future will bring.

So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do? 

Although it would pain me terrible, I’d throw my Trenta iced Starbucks and RUN LIKE HELL!!!

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

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Ryder’s warm breath kissed his throat. “Here?” Ryder kissed Jason’s collarbone, working his way across Jason’s neck, nipping and sucking. “I’m going to mark you, let everyone know this is mine.” Ryder bit down on his shoulder, sucking the skin into his mouth.

Jason cried out and writhed as his cock tried to punch a hole through his jeans. He’d never been so turned on in his entire life. “Please.” He strained upward, trying to touch him, push up against him, but Ryder remained out of reach.

“Should I touch you here?” Once again, those torturous lips skimmed the shell of his ear.
Jason whimpered. The need to touch and be touched by Ryder was so powerful it scared him. He rubbed his erection through his jeans, feeling the dampness where, in his excitement, he’d already leaked through his boxers.

“Or here?” Ryder’s lips kissed Jason’s hand. The hand that was now stroking his dick through his jeans.

Jason’s heart stood still before it resumed thundering as Ryder popped open the fly, then dragged down the zipper. With his teeth.

Holy shit.

What makes you inexplicably happy?

I’m not that complicated and probably pretty corny but things like baby giggles, waking up to hear the sound of the ocean (which means I’m not at work and on vacation) and great food.

What is your biggest, most-wild writing dream? (Nothing is too outlandish!)

To be recognized by my favorite author as having talent. That’s definitely not outlandish. Another writing dream is to get away for a week with my best writing friends.

What is your favorite literary quote?

“Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!” Sir Walter Scott

What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?

French Fries. I will eat them before the main course. I can eat them as a main course. When I was in law school and I ran out of money, they were all I ate for three days before my student loan came in. But I love them to death

Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.

Submitting before a manuscript was ready. I thought I knew what I was doing because one of my majors in college was English . HAHAHA. Now I take my time, put it through two beta reads and edits.. the whole shebang.

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

Even though they are all, adorable, I love the long haired dachshunds.

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Ryder Daniels has spent the last year recovering from rejection: his parents couldn’t accept his sexuality and his lover chose drugs over his love. The only bright lights in his life are his younger brother and his rescued pit bull. But now his mother's punishment for his lifestyle has cut him off from his brother he loves so deeply. Devastated, he throws himself into the work of the Pit Bull Foundation he and his friends started.

Jason Mallory can no longer hide the dissatisfaction of his relationship with his longtime girlfriend. When her marriage ultimatum pushes him to break things off, he's determined not to jump into the dating scene. But when a group of injured pit bulls are found on his construction site, he can’t forget the guy who shows up to help.

After Jason adopts one of the dogs, he and Ryder become fast friends—until one night, Ryder lets down his guard and Jason recognizes his desire. Soon, they can’t deny the passion between them but will family differences and ugly prejudices keep them apart, or can they fight to prove that love is precious, no matter the flavor?


Excerpt: 


Jason’s blue eyes pinned him so that he couldn’t look away. “Well, I didn’t come here to talk about your drinking habits.”

Ryder raised a brow. “No? So why are you here, then?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Last night I thought I said everything that needed saying.”

Still glaring at him, Jason moved a step closer. “I know you did, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything. You dismissed me like I was a stranger. I thought we were friends, Ry.” He raked his hand through his hair as his voice, full of frustration, rose a notch. “Look, I didn’t plan on it happening. It surprised me as much as you, but I thought you knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t fuck around with you.”

Ryder tried to ease Jason’s agitated state. “It’s fine. Let’s forget about it, all right?” He gave him an uncertain smile. Better this way. They could work through Jason’s uncomfortable feelings, and as for his own yet-to-be-reckoned-with desires, he could push them back into that black box where he kept all his life’s disappointments. Right now it contained his parents’ treatment of him, his inability to see his brother, the brief affairs with Josh and Matt. Jason would be one more depressing addition.

Jason cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think you understand.” He took a step closer. “I’m not sorry for kissing you.”

Jason’s soft, husky voice sent a shiver through Ryder. He backtracked back a few steps. “I am, though. I’m not looking to teach someone to be gay. You either are or you aren’t, man, and you’re straight.” It pained him to push the guy away, but he wasn’t about to sacrifice a friendship for casual sex.

Jason snorted. “You don’t really know shit about me. If I was perfectly straight, would I have dreams about you?” His blue eyes took on a glint Ryder had never seen before as he continued. “Dreams that have you on your knees sucking my brains out through my cock. Dreams of me sucking you.”

Ryder retreated until he ran out of space and found his back up against the wall, his eyes still caught up in Jason’s mesmerizing dark blue regard. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room.

“No one’s ever had this effect on me, not any woman I’ve ever dated or slept with, none of my friends.” Jason swallowed, a heavy, nervous gulp, then huffed out a self-conscious laugh.
Ryder stood mute, in a state of suspended belief that Jason was here saying these things to him. His heart beat a wild, stuttering rhythm while blood pounded in his head. The room tilted as a wave of dizziness overcame him. He held on to the doorknob to keep himself upright.
Jason turned away as if he couldn’t bear to face him with what he was about to say. His normally steady, calm voice shook somewhat, betraying exactly how deep his uncertainty ran. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. Am I gay now, ’cause I dream of you, your mouth, your tongue in my mouth? God, I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but it’s been making me crazy for weeks now, and I’m not sure what’s happening to me anymore.” He tried to laugh, but it came out choked. “I’m kinda lost at sea here, floating around without a paddle. You know”—a red flush stained the back of his neck—“sex with my ex-girlfriend was never that good. When I look back, it was always            a way to get off quick.” His whisper sounded like a shot to Ryder’s ears. “Maybe it’s why I’ve never thought of settling down. Maybe I knew something was missing.”

He ran his hand through his hair, still turned away, then braced his hands against the desk. “I’m not doing anything to hurt you, Ry, but you gotta believe me when I tell you I’m not fucking around here. I’m as surprised and confused as you.”

Dumbfounded by Jason’s confession, Ryder attempted to regain his equilibrium and soothe Jason’s rattled senses. The guy was still his friend. “Hey, why don’t you turn around and look at me?”

Jason turned, his faced reddened, eyes full of caution and fear.

“We’re friends, first, no matter what you think you feel for me otherwise. I’m flattered you think you have these feelings for me, but having a sex dream about one guy doesn’t make you gay.” Ryder forced himself to laugh, his voice catching in his throat like sandpaper. Maybe, if his life weren’t such a fucked-up soap opera, if his parents accepted him and he hadn’t been scraped off the bottom of Matt’s shoe and tossed aside like garbage, maybe then he could envision trying for a relationship with someone as special as Jason, letting him into his heart. Not an option, so these hurtful, troubling thoughts got squashed down into that black box of disappointments.

“Have you ever had a sex dream about a woman?” Jason’s halting voice sounded doubtful but curious.

Ryder couldn’t lie to the guy. “No, but I’ve always known I was gay.”

Someone banged on the door. “I’m coming in. Put your clothes on.” The door opened, and Connor’s smiling face appeared. The smile died when he caught Ryder’s scowl.

“Uh, food’s getting cold…” Connor’s voice trailed off.

“Be there in a sec.” Ryder made an impatient gesture. “We’re finishing up.”

Connor opened his mouth, but Ryder speared him with a look that promised all sorts of horrible things would happen if he remained in that doorway. Or continued to speak. Connor put up his hands. “Oohkay, see you in a few.” He shut the door behind him.

Jason seemed to have pulled himself together and calmed down. “Listen, the reason why I came over really is I forgot to tell you last night your brother called, and I spoke with him.”

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BONUS QUESTIONS:

*What inspired you to write Rescued?

One of my childhood friends whom I became reconnected to through FB owns a rescued pit bull, named Pearl. She told me of her story, and how she was rescued from a lab that was going to perform brain experiments on her. One day I was walking home from work and the entire story just flooded into my head; names, storyline, the opening. Luckily I was close to home and I ran to my laptop to get it all down.

*Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

It’s a book about friends and family, and the love that binds them.  

*What are your hopes for this title?

I hope that people enjoy it and come away with a good feeling. It came from my heart about subject matters that mean the world to me, acceptance, family friends and our pets.

About the Author: Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. She started reading traditional historical romances when she was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels became renewed.


But somewhere along the way, her tastes shifted. While she still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, she began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. And once she picked up her first, she became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, she knew she wanted to write her own.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of her own. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. She practices law but daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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*~*~*GIVEAWAY TIME!*~*~*

Comment between now and September 5th @ 11:59 PM CDT for your chance to win an ebook copy of Rescued! Make sure you leave your email address to qualify for entry.

6 comments:

  1. The book sounds lovely and french fries are my nemesis too! Thanks for the chance. :)

    debdeege (at) optonline (dot) net

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  2. Hi Felice, congratulations on your new novel! Love your hat. Thanks for the giveaway. Ardent(dot)ereader(at)gmail(dot)com

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  3. Loved the interview and the excerpt. I'm adding it to my TBR list.

    sabrinasmadrina@gmail.com

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  4. Thank you for another interesting post, I laughed at the Zombies getting the iced Trenta thrown at them as if you put them out they will come after you they won't be grateful for the sacrifice! LOL When I was at college I lived on jacket potatoes, as I have food allergies to wheat and dairy, and they were the cheapest thing to cook (in a microwave) and eat with beans!

    Well I love the interview, the post, the extract the reasons for writing the story and that the much maligned pit ball is being used as the rescue animal. My friend has two sister pit balls and one is the most gentle and loving dog you could ever meet but her his sister can be mean and they have both had the same upbringing and live in a very loving home.

    Thank you for a chance to win a copy of this book :)

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    1. Doh I did it again! slholland 30 {at} outlook {dot} com :)

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  5. I loved the excerpts - this book sounds terrific! The interviews are always fun on this blog! Thanks for a shot at winning your book.
    lgrant1@san.rr.com

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