Category Archives: Vampires

How About a #Freebie?

I realized this morning I wasn’t going to do a Wednesday post this week because it’s already Thursday. Doh! That MLK day really screwed with my head. I’ve been wonky all week (more wonky than usual, I should say).

The newsletter signup and freebie are a go, after much agony from Calibre for some reason I still haven’t figured out. So, make my pain worthwhile and use this link to sign up for your free e-copy of “The Ferryman Cometh.”

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I won’t spam you, I swear on all that is good and holy. I’ll only send the rare newsletter to let you know when I have something new coming out. Promise. Realistically, I can barely make myself blog, so that should give you an accurate sense of how often I’ll compose newsletters.

Okay, I’ve spent entirely too long in front of a computer today. I’m going to go pour a glass of wine and make some freakin’ meatloaf so kids can tell me it’s yucky in an hour because that’s the kind of day it’s been.

XOXO,

Kimber

 

 

 


What’s Up Wednesday

Hey, all! It occurred to me on Monday that I should come up with a clever little name for one day of the week and blog religiously on that day. What’s Up Wednesday fit the bill, but it was Monday, so damn. Luckily I’m uber-slow and got hung up on a billion other tasks. I blinked and it’s Wednesday!  Like magic, baby!

As an aside, I did a search for What’s Up Wednesday and found this YA author had a weekly hop with the title a few years back. Seems to be defunct, but I’ll give her full credit, especially since she has some swell blog post ideas I’ll probably borrow at some point.

So, what have I been up to? Seems a legit topic to begin. For one, I’ve been working on starting a newsletter and polishing up a short story I plan to dangle in front of your clicking fingers to make you sign up, so get ready for that. It’s the only way to get your hands on my tale, “The Ferryman Cometh,” a dark paranormal erotic MMM, so a tad off my beaten path with that extra M. 😉 I’ll let you know when that’s ready to e-ship, likely by next Wednesday if not sooner.

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I’m self-editing “Balancing Act” right this second. I’m about 2/3 done and then I’ll get it to beta readers. It’s a tough edit because I am striving to keep it just under 40,000 words so it doesn’t jump to the next price point with my publisher. At the moment, I have maybe 300 words of wiggle room, so I’m essentially fucked, but still gonna give it my all. The problem is, when I’m writing dialog fast, I often omit the tags and then come in later and add a bit of meat to make it clear who’s speaking. Hopefully I won’t hit any major rough patches in the home stretch that will require, well, more words. 😛

Okay, that’s it for now. Stay tuned for more newsletter info coming shortly, and more general blogging on Wednesday. Heck, maybe I’ll go do some crunches while I’m on my self-improvement kick.
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-Kimber

 

 

 


Emma Weylin’s Before the Dawn #paranormal #romance

 

Today I have fellow Liquid Silver author Emma Weylin stopping over on her release day!

The second book in Emma’s paranormal Secret Blood series, Before the Dawn, is available at LS Books and should be live on all major e-book retailers shortly.

 

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Blurb:

Samantha Moore doesn’t know she’s a werewolf. For years she believed she was a monster until a hot stranger walks into her father’s bar. With the promise of a better life and freedom from a cage, she decides to trust her animal instincts.

 

Nicodemus Wolcott works for the shape-shifter Tribunal. When he goes to investigate a report of a distressed shifter, he doesn’t expect to find his mate. He can teach his she wolf how to be a werewolf, but his one chance at love could be lost when nothing turns out as it seemed.

Excerpt:

 

He let her go several hundred feet before he turned his trotting pace into a sprint. He caught up and hooked an arm around her.

She let out a terrified scream. Her fangs sank into his forearm, and he let her go as a reflex. She stumbled into a tree and then crumpled to the ground in a sobbing fit.

“Please go away. He’ll kill you.”

“Shh,” he said in an even timbre while rubbing his sore arm that would be healed by morning. He should not be rock hard while dealing with his terrified mate, but holy hell, she smelled like nirvana. He battled the instinct to shift into the hulking lycan form. Dealing with a sobbing, frightened woman always caused the urge. It would serve to only scare her more. “I’m here to help you. I won’t let Leon hurt you ever again.”

She stayed knotted up against the side of the tree. “Thanks, but I don’t need help. Please just go.”

“Samantha, I know what you are.”

Her whole body stilled before she unfolded herself and turned. She sat on the loam-covered ground with her knees bent and her clawed hands curled in the dirt. “I’m a monster. Please go before I hurt you. I don’t want to, but it just happens.”

He narrowed his eyes on her. Truth, or a lie fed to her by Leon? He crouched down into a catcher’s stance. “I need more information before I can decide if you’re a monster or not. How many people have you killed?”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Five. And Leon killed two people who found out what I am.”

His jaw went tight. Fuck him. His mate was not rogue. This was un-fucking-believable. “Can you tell me what happened?”

She sniffled. “No. I never remember when the change happens. Leon, my father, cleans it up, and then we move.”

She wasn’t lying. He could smell lies, but he didn’t think she had killed anyone. Cases like this were rare but not unheard of. He pulled at his stubble on his chin. “Do you know what you are?”

“A freak.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, smearing dirt across her cheek.

“No.” He stood up and took a step back, well aware how large he was compared to her. The Wolcott family had a Kodiak-bear shifter in their line, making them larger than the average wolf. “You’re beautiful.” He took a step closer to her. When she didn’t move, he closed the distance between them and crouched down next to her. “You’re in danger. It’s normal to do what we call a semi-shift when you’re frightened or angry.”

“N-Normal?” Hope filled her Nordic-blue eyes.

“Want to see mine?”

Her hand fisted, and she scowled at him. “This isn’t funny. I’ve hurt people, and I am a freak.”

“You are a werewolf, just like I am. Just like Ozz and just like Aiden Hyde.” He held her gaze while she processed the information.

Her fangs and claws retracted, and she scooted closer to the tree trunk. “Prove it.”

“As you wish.”

 

Author Bio: 

Emma Weylin fell in love with the written word as a child. She loves to create her own worlds full of magic and wonder. One of her favorite things is populating those worlds with interesting and true-to-life characters who experience everything from epic love and heartrending battles to seriously silly or embarrassing “duh” moments. She believes love can and does conquer all things. When she’s not writing, she enjoys her family and has a copious yarn addiction.

 

Author Links:

 

Website: http://emmaweylin.com/

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaWeylinAuthor

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaWeylin

 

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7106051.Emma_Weylin

 

Buy Links: 

Liquid Silver Books:

http://www.lsbooks.com/emma-weylin-c388.php

 

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Weylin/e/B00CL1KL3M/?_encoding=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=ur2&tag=emmaweylin-20

 

Barnes & Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/emma-weylin

 

All Romance:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Emma+Weylin

 

Kobo:

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search/Query?q=%22Emma+Weylin%22&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=none&g=both

 

Google Play:

https://play.google.com/store/books/author?id=Emma+Weylin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Name that Dog Winner & Huge #Giveaway

Exciting news!  My “Forever is Now” Name that Dog Blog Tour has come to an end, and I’m so glad I had a bunch of people participate and suggest a ton of really great names.  A huge thank you to everyone who stopped by and shared their creativity and fun pet stories with me!  I had an absolute blast. I have to say, my biggest fear was that I’d only get one or two suggestions and have to pick a crappy name. Not the case! 🙂

The winning name is Fender, supplied by Tamela Gibson.  I love it—you’ve got the guitar reference, it’s easily shortened for a fine nickname (not everything is, mind you), and Chance will likely be calling him Fender Bender on occasion because he isn’t the Albert Einstein of dogs.  Perfect. I’ve already plugged the name into the book, thereby making it official and irrevocable.

Okay, so what is the giveaway, right? Well, it’s unrelated, but I’m not one to stand on ceremony or write two blog posts when one will suffice.  The lovely folks at Coming Together (with whom I recently contracted an M/F military short story) are doing a month-long Facebook/Twitter “like and follow” drive, and are giving away a massive e-pile of books.  Check out the Rafflecopter below.  I was happy to see that Coming Together: In Vein is one of the many in the bundle. I have a priest/vampire tale in there called “My Soul to Take.”

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Vampire Killing Kit (Photo credit: JoshBerglund19)

These anthologies, sold to raise money for a variety of worthy causes, cater to every taste. You’ll find the gamut of sexual pairings to guarantee everyone closes their e-reader with a satisfied smile on their face.

Enter here:  a Rafflecopter giveaway

And here is the complete list of books the winner will receive:
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v1
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v2
  • Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail v3
  • Coming Together: Under Fire
  • Coming Together: Against the Odds
  • Coming Together: Into the Light
  • Coming Together: Special Memorial Edition (Colleen Thomas)
  • Coming Together: Hurricane Relief Edition
  • Coming Together: For Gabrielle
  • Coming Together: For the Cure
  • Coming Together: With Pride
  • Coming Together: Al Fresco
  • Coming Together: At Last (v1)
  • Coming Together: At Last (v2)
  • Coming Together: As One
  • Coming Together: By Hand
  • Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm…
  • Coming Together: In Flux
  • Coming Together: For Her
  • Coming Together: Hungry for Love
  • Coming Together: Girl on Girl
  • Coming Together: In Vein
  • Coming Together: Triumphantly
That is a damn lot of reading!  Enter now and please help spread the word. 🙂
-Kimber

Wild West Succubus by Lila Shaw: Guest Post and Excerpt

Thanks, Kimber, for having me on your blog to talk about my latest release, Wild West Succubus.
Sometimes a short story is nothing more than that. Other times it’s a seed that with a little TLC can germinate in to a much larger story. Wild West Succubus began its life as a short story, only a few pages in length. It wasn’t a romance. There wasn’t a happy ending. The succubus of the title, Priscilla, was actually a pretty nasty character because she killed a man at the end. Erotic horror would have been the proper genre for it then.The reality is romance sells better than horror. The challenge was taking Priscilla’s murderous sex rampage and turning it into a love story. Ha! Impossible, right?Probably would have been had I not introduced a hero into the story to turn Priscilla around–Hugo. Hugo had to be powerful and he had to see the good in Priscilla. For that to happen, Priscilla needed to soften up some, to have her motivations better explained, to make her more sympathetic. I also needed to build chemistry between Priscilla and her Hugo. I needed to create a hero readers would admire.I think I accomplished all I set out to do and created a much richer story that was more enjoyable for readers. The addition of love always does make for a better story, in my humble opinion.
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Blurb:

A woman damned…

Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.

The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…

Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?

Is she his target, his mission or his bait?

Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?

Excerpt:

A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly.

“Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker.

Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets.

Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.”

The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table.

I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock.

After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate.

“What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times.

Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off.

Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.”

What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them!

One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong.

Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face.

How the hell is he able to do that?

With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly.

“Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists.

I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?”

Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.”

“I need it.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.”

“He deserved what he got!”

“No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.”

The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee.

He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.”

“Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.

Author’s Bio:

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com

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Buy Links

 

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“Slave For Love” Cover Reveal

Holy Hot Vampire Spankin’!  The wait was torture, but so worth it.  And maybe I even like a little torture. 🙂

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This should be out very soon and includes my twisted fairy tale, “Cinderella in Hell.”

Here’s a quick teaser from “Cinderella in Hell” to get you in the mood:

Rella gazed across the expanse, shivering in delightful anticipation.  As the musicians ended their tune, the dancers cleaved like a wanton woman opening her legs to a lover.  At the center, she saw him.

Prince Dominic sat on his throne.  His black hair was pulled back at his nape, and he rested his strong chin on a fist.  Hooded eyes were glazed with obvious disinterest as they poured over the surrounding merriment.  As if pulled by an invisible force, his gaze met hers.

Rella was on fire.  Her fairy had kindled a conflagration within her.  It felt as though the pyre was visible through flesh and bone, boiling her blood, and apparent to the man who possessed the matching spark.  The prince stood, and stepped deliberately down the dais, straight toward her.

“You dare arrive at a royal ball attired thusly?”

His eyes burned into hers, indomitable and hard.  They were the color of pure emeralds, and equally unyielding.

“I mean no offense, Your Majesty.”  She curtsied, and black feathers fluttered around her.  The entire congregation seemed to be similarly ruffled.  Hushed whispers met her ears.  Snippets of speech rang clear in the low rumble.  Who is she?  What impudence!  Unmask her!

“I would know who stands before me.  You challenge the etiquette of my realm.”  The prince’s hands pulled her mask away as he spoke.

“Rella, of House Tremaine, as it pleases Your Highness.”

Please me, indeed.  My subjects never fail to please me, Rella of Tremaine.  He leaned toward her, and lowered his voice.  “Why do you think I stage this travesty of a ball?  All here are eager to please, but so few truly crave the role of submissive.”  His eyes raked her body.  “Do you think I am blind to those that warm my hand and bed out of duty?  Those affairs taste stale from the outset.”

His voice was a dark whisper for only her ears and sharp teeth flashed between his lush lips as he spoke.  A lustful tremor spiked through Rella.

“And yet, you throw my predilections in my face with your garb.  It is a transgression worthy of punishment.”

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I’ll let you know when this baby is available!

-Kimber

 


Rhonda Print is Here with a Free Book!

And her newest book, Phoenix is out now!

PHOENIX: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL  www.LSBooks.com

Blurb: Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.

When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.

Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.

Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.

But first, she must save herself.

Excerpt:

Shifting, I trailed my mouth down his neck, teasing his chest and then sliding lower, where I confirmed that Ian was, indeed, naked, hard, and eager for me. Ian lowered his lips to mine and our tongues tangled together. Short, slow licks quickly smoldered into white-hot desire as we made love to each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues.

He pushed me away from him and I released him with a reluctant groan until he flipped me on my back and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. With his eyes fixed on mine, he slid his tongue out and gave me one long, torturing lick. I gasped, and he flashed me that crooked smile of his and did it again.

“I love to watch your eyes glaze over in ecstasy while I devour you, my love,” he crooned before tasting me once again.

I fisted my hands into the silky strands of his hair and lost all sense of sanity as he tormented my body with long, slow swirls of his skillful tongue. When I thought I could take no more, he slipped his tongue inside me and suckled on my center until I could only see white bursts of pleasure through my closed eyelids. My head thrashed from side to side. His pace relaxed and the slower he slid in and out of me, the more intense the pleasure became that shuddered through me until my body burst with rapture and insanity all at once. I screamed his name with my release, but Ian kept his mouth in place, drinking down my pleasure—as if it were the blood he existed upon.

To celebrate Rhonda’s most recent release, Liquid Silver Books is giving away the first book in her series, Nightwalker, for FREE for a limited time.  Stop over and scoop it up before the offer is over!

About Rhonda Print:

Rhonda L. Print, the Author of several published paranormal romance novels, has 20 years of experience as a romance reader.  Her work includes the five-star reviewed novel Nightwalker, A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel, The Order of Chaos, Justified and Guardian .  Her latest release, PHOENIX will be available in May, 2013.

Born and raised in the Midwest, she relocated to the desert southwest and lives with her husband who is the love of her life and best friend, and their three children.

She loves to hear from her readers. You can leave a comment and read the first chapter of all of her published books free by clicking on the cover picture at www.RhondaLPrint.com  Her books are available for purchase at www.LSBooks.com


Tuesday Teaser

That’s right—it’s that time again.  This tease is coming to you from my story “Cinderella in Hell,” which will be in the Ravenous Romance compilation “Slave to Love.”  If you said, “Slave to Love?  That sounds like a vampire BDSM anthology,” you’d be absolutely correct (and a very good guesser!).

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Cinderella- Fairfield High School (Photo credit: swilfong44)

If you’re thinking “Cinderella in Hell? That sounds like a Cinderella story,” you’d also be right.  Not so much a good guesser, though.

Anyway, here she blows, my Cinderella vampire BDSM snippet.  Oh, there’s also a Fetish Fairy.  Enjoy! 🙂

—–Excerpt from “Cinderella in Hell” by Kimber Vale—–

Rella waited in her room, door locked, until the sound of the departing carriage faded with the light of day.  She crept to Drizella’s room first.  A draught sent goose bumps prickling down her arms. They added to the delicious sense of foreboding that had accompanied her into the chamber.  She riffled through drawers until she found the objects of her desire.  The butterfly nipple clips gleamed in the moonlight.  Their miniature jaws sparkled like precious stones.  She placed the stolen jewelry on the bed and stripped.  Moisture gathered between her legs as anticipation thrummed through her body.

A cool breeze billowed the sheer curtains at the window.  They reached toward her like ghosts that craved the touch of warm skin.  Rella’s nipples were erect from excitement and from the chilly kiss.  A shiver rippled through her as she pinched each of her stiff peaks with the jaws.  She gave the chain a tug and sucked in her breath when the bite was amplified.

-Kimber


Interview with Author Max Vos

I really wanted to title this “Interview with a Vampire-Leprechaun” since it’s St. Patty’s weekend and both vampires and leprechauns come up in this interview.  But, alas, I didn’t actually interview a vampire-leprechaun.  Sound’s both exciting and dangerous–I’d be all trying to get his gold and he’d be all trying to suck my blood, meanwhile, there’d be the interview.  It could be anyone’s game.

Okay, enough with the bloody shenanigans.  I did, in fact, interview M/M erotica/erotic romance author, Max Vos.  It was a good time (maybe not vampire-leprechaun good, but I don’t want that comparison to diminish the experience).  Max was sweet enough to put up with my silliness, and for that, I thank him.

Ready.  Set.  Go!

So, Max, I hear you wrote a vampire novel that isn’t your average blood-sucking yarn.  Wanna tell us a bit about that and what makes it different?

I did. I did it on a dare actually. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo. I had a really difficult time in getting it started. The vampire thing has been so overdone and I didn’t want to do the same ol’ same ol’, ya know? So I basically wrote the whole thing in less than three weeks. Once I got started, and knew where it was going, it almost wrote itself.

This story doesn’t really focus on the vampire aspect, but on the plot of the story. It just so happens that there is an entire platoon of vampire Marines. And who doesn’t love a hot and hunky Marine? I guess that is what makes it different.

Is there a particular author or book that first turned you on to writing gay erotic romance?  Who or what was it? 

What got me started writing was a now dear friend, Susan. She hit me up on a social site wanting to know about M/M relationships and how a Dom/sub relationship works between men. We got to be quite close while she was writing her book in this genre. She then sent me a few M/M erotic romance books, and I was hooked. She talked me into writing a few stories. The first story I wrote got published, which shocked the hell out of me.

I had also read Josh Lanyon’s book on how to write M/M erotic books, which helped a lot. I mean, I hadn’t done any type of creative writing since I was in high school. I was pretty much forced to retire, (I was a Chef) when my feet became so bad I couldn’t stand for the hours needed, so I was really looking for something to do. Now I love it and can’t seem to stop writing.

How would you describe your writing style?

How would I know? LOL I will have to answer that by saying what others have said about my style I guess. Hard hitting, gritty, emotional, extremely graphic. I hold nothing back as to how real gay men have sex.

Are there sub-genres or themes that tend to pop up frequently in your work (paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, horror)?  If so, what are they? 

Well, the only Paranormal book I’ve written is the Vamp book, “The V-Unit.” I do have a tendency to write about Marines. I have to admit, I do have a thing about them. Although a lot of my short stories have chefs or cooking in them. I have three stories in print with Ravenous Romance, and two of them have something to do with cooking.

The first was “Cooking English”, which is in “My First Threesome.” The other one, just released last month was “Hot Peppers” published in “Snowed In.” I was asked to do another ménage story, so I did a follow-up with “Hot Peppers.” Don’t have a publishing date on that one yet. The other published one was about geeks, so I put a fireman and a hot geek together. I have to admit, I kind of knew the geek in real life, and he is very true to form. LOL

Let’s say you were abducted by aliens.  Why did they choose you and why did they consequently let you go? 

Oh hell, what a question. Hmmm, okay…they chose me because I can cook a mean Beouf Bourguignon (French Beef Stew).

They let me go because I’m a royal pain in the ass, and stubborn as a mule.

While you’re writing/planning—music or no music?  If music, what kind?

Ahhh, I get up early, because I’ve been getting up early for so many years I can’t help it. So first thing is I turn on the news, and have it going on the background. I normally turn it off at nine in the morning, and then it is music the rest of the day. Classical all the way. I have a pension for Chopin. United Kingdom radio is my go to station on the computer.

When it comes to choosing a love interest, what are your three must-haves that start with the letter S.  What are your three absolute turn offs (I’ll be nice and let them start with any letter). 

Oh how awfully kind of you, LOL. Let’s see…the letter S.

How about SEXY.

Smoldering eyes. For me eyes are very important. They say so much about a person.

Shapely ass. How’s that. A man should have a great ass. LOL

Now for the peeves or turn offs. The first one would have to be shaving. A real man doesn’t shave his pubes into the shape of a heart. TOTAL turn off.

Trimming of chest hair. If you have it, flaunt it. I like a furry man personally, and that is a huge turn off to be all manscaped.

Bad breath. Nothing worse than to lean into a hot man and have stank breath hit you in the face.

Oh, I hear ya there!  You’re talking to the girl who brushes the enamel off her teeth.  Bad oral hygiene makes me insane.  Now I’ve got the old Close Up toothpaste theme song stuck in my head.

What’s the meanest thing you ever did to one of your characters? 

I killed his ass. He was a sweet and innocent kid from the Midwest, but he just had to go. LOL

Sweet and innocent, huh?  Sounds like he was asking for it.

You have a story in “Geek Lust.”  Can you give us a quick teaser for that short story? 

“Geek Lust” was fun to write. As I think I said, I knew the geek from years ago.

Here’s a little bit of “Geek on Fire.” –

Eric thought it was cute the way Al kept trying to avert his eyes away from his own pointy nipples, sticking out from his t-shirt. Damn, he was so adorable, Eric thought.

Without thinking, Eric pulled Al into his arms and pressed his lips to the other mans. Caught off guard, Al’s mouth opened from shock, allowing Eric full access to the other man’s warm, moist orifice.

Al seemed to protest after the initial shock wore off, but quickly gave in, as the kiss hastily turned passionate. Eric’s tongue reached for Al’s tonsils, plunging repeatedly towards the back his throat. The longer the kiss lasted, the more Al relaxed into Eric’s body.

Tell us a little about your latest release or project.  Where can we find it? 

Well, I love doing shorts. I think they are fun, and a quick and easy read in this hectic and busy time for everyone. Another author, CR Guiliano, and I are each doing a St. Patty’s Day-themed story. We each are going to post them for free on our own blogs. It is the age old question of how different women write M/M fiction than men. Josh Lanyon has hit upon this several times, so we are going to put it to the test. Even though we both write in this genre, I think we have totally different styles. I look forward to how our readers will respond.

Both are sexy and fun. I hope everyone will leave a comment.

I can’t wait to check them out!  

Okay, it’s pimpin’ time:

www.Max-Vos.blogspot.com – blog of course

MaxVos@ymail.com – IM’s encouraged.

Max Vos on Facebook

Max, thanks so much for coming to play in my sandbox!  Don’t take any wooden shillelaghs from any vampire-leprechauns–they’re a crafty bunch, I tell ya.

I raise my green beer to you, Sir, and look forward to seeing you around!

-Kimber


Thursday Thrills

Writing to a prompt–who does that?  Well, I do today.

The lovely Tallulah Rose has orchestrated this flash fiction weekly prompt.  She’s so good.  Between 100 and 1000 words, based on a photo; check it out next time and see if you are inspired to do a little freewriting!

Here is the picture:

After you read mine, see what other offerings are floating around in the ether by clicking the pic above.  I think the photo lends itself to a variety of genres, particularly smut and horror.  And so, I mix and match. 🙂

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This is not a brothel.

I guess “brothel” would imply an exchange of payment, and we never took money for our services.  I think the words on the knocker got us more patrons than a gaudy sign flashing the word “sex” over and over ever could have.  And somehow, they all walked through the door expecting to find their most scandalous desires manifested.

They often did.

We tried not to disappoint.  After all, the more they enjoyed themselves, the better they tasted.

I often thought we were like the pear upside-down cake I always made for our staff Yule party.  Before I flipped over the pan, it looked like a straight-forward cake–light and fluffy, enough to satisfy any sweet-tooth.  That’s how the girls and I looked to the men who came sniffing around.

Until the doors locked behind them, and we tossed the dish over and revealed the sticky bottom; then, our blackened brown-sugar side was obvious.  It was still syrupy sweet, almost intolerably cloying, but they never ran for the exits.  They always sampled until the bitter end.

And the knocker continued to crack against our door every night.  The sound always made me salivate.

I love chicken.

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200 words

That’s really all I can manage. 🙂  I’ll admit, the chicken part was just to get it to a nice, round 200.  I have a hard spot for 200-word stories.  Chicken is actually only okay in my book.

-Kimber


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