Sunday, September 7, 2014

INTERVIEW: JC Wallace plus #Giveaway!

Mr. JC Wallace returns to us again today for his FOURTH Hat Party interview because he either 1) is totally nuts or 2) he likes us…! Might me a little of both! Without further ado, JC!




WOO HOO! Visit number 4! Thanks Raine for having me back for the release of my third novel, Diventando: The Vessel. I am very excited to be back.


You won a unicorn in a poker game (nice hand!) Do you use it for good or for evil?

Hmm, good question! I believe I would use it for good. Maybe a unicorn shifter? Plot bunny!

Is there a story you want to write desperately but you’re scared to try?

There are a couple. I identify as a man, am a transgendered person but the thought of writing something so personal scares me.

Sing us a little Queen.

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 - Queen

You have 200 (More, more, more, MORE) words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

He had never desired women, never yearned to touch the creamy skin of their necks, never ached to feel  their bodies against his, never tingled over the thought pleasuring them, of loving them. But she had changed all of that with her brilliant smile, her soft body, her sparkling eyes.  Each day the need to have her grew, expanded and filled him to the point that he couldn’t think of anything else. She was his focus, his aspiration, his soul. And if he ignored that fact any longer, he would be closing his heart to love. Tonight, he had to kiss her.

Have you ever broken a shoe while running from a wasp. (Don’t laugh, this happened to me.)

LMAO, yes I know this happened to you. No I have never had that happen to me. I HAVE broken my leg in three places running though my living room to shut off an alarm before it woke my baby daughter. Good times!

What is your current writing ambition?

I want to write a contemporary gay romance. I have written some contemporary short stories but never a book length one. Even starting out with the intention of writing a contemporary story I end up with something paranormal or dark fantasy. Maybe someday.

Would you ever consider quitting your EDJ to write fulltime?

I don’t think so. I really like being a Board Certified Behavior Analyst. I worked hard to become certified and love creating plans to improve the lives of the people I work with. I would like to be a BA part time and write part time. That would be idea.

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

Well, it’s quickly becoming FB knowledge. I have a personal “straight-for-you” story. My entire life I have been attracted to men. I think about men. I look at men. I write about men. I fantasize about men. I’ve only dated men. I have never been physically attracted to women, never wanted to sleep with one, or fantasized about kissing one. Well, I fell for my best friend of two years and I believe she is my soul mate. No, I wasn’t in the closet at all. It freaked me out for a while and then I decided why should I place a gender on love. Because love is love.  And, yes, I kissed a girl and I liked it!

What story moment are you most proud of having written?

Wow. I don’t think I have any one in particular. I would have to say that

And finally, you wake up in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar city, missing a shoe, the sound of someone in the shower, and a dachshund staring at you from the foot of the bed. What are you going to do with that dachshund?

Ask him if there’s a hot guy in the shower.  He he!

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Owen McIntyre is no stranger to the Grim Reaper. Diagnosed with leukemia at the age of fifteen, he's spent the last ten years slowly dying. With only two weeks until his next checkup, Owen’s body is already warning him that he is no longer in remission. Tired of the countless meds and chemo, not to mention the way his family coddles him, he decides to live and die on his own terms and forgo treatment. When he meets a lively college professor named Turk, conquering the man becomes part of Owen’s bucket list. But as Owen gets to know Turk, he starts to see him as more than a fling, a luxury that a dying man doesn’t have.

But what if, suddenly, everything Owen knew to be true turned out to be a web of lies and deceit—even his diagnosis of cancer? Taken hostage, tied to a bed and subjected to painful experimentation, Owen's nightmare of leukemia is a far cry from the horrors he will face. No longer able to trust anyone in his life, including Turk, Owen is alone and cut off from the world. He has to make the hard decision to trust those who have betrayed him, including Turk (who he cares for deeply), or die a lonely death. With time running out, he’ll not only fight to live, but fight to want to live again, and even that might not be enough to save him from the evil that lurks inside.


Excerpt:

Turk shook his head, drinking from his bottle of water. “I’m on sabbatical for the semester.”

“I have no clue what that means. Is that like a vacation?” Owen asked as a pair of mallard ducks soared in and landed on the water.

“No. Tenured professors who’ve been with the college for more than five years can take time off to conduct research or special projects. You saw Harrison at the restaurant last night. He is the one who asked me to join the team.”

“He seemed really intense when he was talking to you. What’s the research for?”

“Possessions.” A nervous edge had crept into Turk’s voice and his muscles tightened. He looked out at the ducks, and then visibly relaxed. “Like I said, Harrison and I met last year at a conference. We have similar research interests and have talked often about collaborating on a project. Unfortunately, the funders of this project are getting impatient and want results.”
Owen had heard everything Turk said, but his mind was stuck on possessions

“Possessions? Like evil spirits?”

“Demons, actually.”

Owen’s eyes widened, wondering if Turk was yanking his chain. “Seriously? Are you saying they exist?”

Turk gave a stuttered chuckle. “There are claims of demon possessions all over the world. Whether they’re true or not, that’s up to science. We’ll see what we find.”

Owen thought about movies he’d seen with demon possessions. His favorite had been The Omen. For some reason, he’d been a bit obsessed with the movie as a kid.

“Wow. That sounds so interesting. I know nothing about demons or ancient stuff or anything like that. We had to read some mythology in high school, like Dante and Zeus and stuff, but those weren’t my favorite classes so I didn’t pay attention. I’m not sure why because, from what I’ve seen in movies, it’s anything but boring.”

Turk finished his sandwich and closed up the cooler, moving it from the blanket to make room. When Turk sat down, he was closer to Owen, their knees brushing, as they both looked out over the water.

“Wayne said you started living with him about six months ago.”

Owen nodded and swallowed hard. “What else did he tell you?” Did Turk know about Owen’s illness? Were these pity dates? Why did that thought crush Owen’s heart?

Turk shook his head. “That’s it. Except that you’re gay.” Turk grinned and glanced at Owen.
Owen relaxed. “He tells the truth,” Owen said coyly. The conversation had finally circled around to what Owen wanted, but could he still use Turk for sex? Shit, he wasn’t so sure, now.

“Oh. And you’re twenty-five.”

Owen nodded. “Truthfully, Wayne told me absolutely nothing about you.” Owen allowed his knee to rest against Turk’s. Even that small touch heated his core. Gods, he was flirting like a nervous high school student. Owen generally went after what he wanted, without innuendo or flirting. Why was this so different?

“Well, you know that I’m a professor of mythology and I’m addicted to muscle cars and online video games. I’m…um…thirty-one.”

What else did Owen need to know other than top or bottom? Why did Owen want to know so much more?

...Standing, Turk reached down and pulled Owen to his feet with amazing strength. Without dropping Owen’s hand, Turk led them the short way to the water’s edge where several rocks lined the bank. Owen drew in a deep breath and soaked in the positive energy from nature.
He was glad Turk had dragged him out and turned to tell him that, until he heard the rustling in the grass near the water’s edge. Owen’s heart seized as a longer-than-fuck black water snake slithered past his feet.

“Fuck!” Owen screamed and, like the little girl he was, climbed the front of Turk, wrapping his arms and legs tight around the man.

“Whoa.” Turk laughed and wrapped an arm around Owen’s back. “Is that a snake or are you just happy to see me?”

“Oh, my gods, it’s like ten feet long!” Owen’s only fear in life and it had to rear its head when he was with Turk.

Turk chuckled with an embarrassing amusement. “I’d give it three feet tops. I’m guessing you’re afraid of snakes and not just super horny?”

Owen nodded into Turk’s neck. “Ugly, slimy, creepy, beady-eyed little bastards.” As Owen’s heart rate slowed, he peeked over Turk’s shoulder. “Is it gone? I so need to get down and try to salvage what’s left of my manhood.” Another date down the crapper.

Turk hummed low in his chest. “I don’t know, but maybe you should stay put just to make sure he doesn’t have any friends.”

Oh, that thought drew a gasp from Owen’s lips and a shudder.

“Just kidding,” Turk said. “He’s out in the water.” Turk pointed to the slim body sluicing across the surface. “I think they’re pretty territorial so I doubt there are others around.”

Owen surveyed the ground, wondering if that were true. When he pulled back, ready to get off Turk, he paused, noticing the man staring at him intensely.

A heated blush suffused Owen’s face and he fidgeted, wanting to look away, but powerless to break the gaze. Inside, Owen melted into a pile of goo, enamored that someone was looking at him as if he were something more than a fuck, possibly someone special.

“What?” Owen managed to whisper.

Turk slowly allowed Owen to slide down the front of his body until his feet hit the ground. Their close proximity made Owen feel vulnerable, exposed. Damn, he liked Turk, really liked him, and that wasn’t a luxury he could afford.

“You’re amazing,” Turk whispered, and lifted Owen’s hand chivalrously, pressing his warm lips to Owen’s skin. Owen watched each movement as he held his breath. Turk pulled Owen tight against him. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I want to keep you close, learn everything I can about you, take you home and never let you go.”

Oh, hell.

Owen’s heart tripped, skipping a beat. What poured into his soul was new and foreign, warm and bolstering and so fucking right…and just maybe worth fighting for? Could he endure another round of chemo, endure another round of poison, for the chance to have Turk in his life, to have more time?

“You make me want to fight again,” Owen whispered without thought.

BONUS QUESTIONS:

What inspired you to write Diventando: The Vessel?
It started as a serial novel with Owen being sick, but he finds out that he really isn’t sick. It’s something else entirely. I wanted to write a demon story so this fit nicely.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?
As I said above, this started as a serial novel on my blog as part of the Wednesday Briefers. Each week a group of authors writes pieces of flash fiction and posts the stories weekly. My current weekly flash is called The Hollow: Soul Seekers and can be found on my blog.

What are your hopes for this title?
Like with all of my stories, I hope there are readers who connect with the characters, care about what happens to them and roots for them to get what they want in the end.

Why does Raine call this story Owemo?
I love that word!!! Because Owen is so emo --- Owen+emo= Owemo! He’s sick and depressed and sees the downers in everything, but who can blame him after all he’s been through!

Available from Amber Allure (ARe and Amazon availability coming soon)


About JC Wallace

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 a beautiful partner, three kids, two grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.




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


Prizes include:
$25 Amazon Gift Card
3 EBook copies of Diventando: The Vessel
2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards

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