Thursday, October 24, 2013

Hard-ass is Here--Yes Indeed!

Today I have S.c. Wynne here interviewing Character Taylor Williams from Hard-Ass!
http://www.loose-id.com/newest/hardass-is-here.html
What is your name and occupation? Taylor Williams

How old are you? Thirty-Four

How did you come by your current occupation? I had a horrible home life growing up and I ran away. The man who took me in paid for me to go to college where I received a degree in Business. I was pretty gun shy about people so that allowed me to focus on school and being at the top of my class I got a great job with Peterton Financial.

Do you like your job? Why or why not? Yes. I love my job. I used to love it because it was a job with structure. Numbers don’t let you down or change and then turn on you. They either add up or they don’t. I love my job even more now that Phillip Daniels has arrived.

Who is the person you dislike the most? My father.

Who is the person you respect the most? Phillip Daniels.

Is there anyone special in your life? Phillip Daniels. He’s amazing.

What’s your favorite meal, and do you fix it yourself or have someone fix it for you? I don’t really have a favorite meal.  I love food but I’m too lazy to cook. Phillip loves to cook so he would be the one making our meal. And it would turn out flawless…like him.

Football or baseball? Football. But only watching it. I might get killed if I tried to play it. I’m a numbers guy not a pigskin guy.

Favorite exercise?  Using my calculator. I’m kidding. I like jogging.

I hear you’re planning a winter vacation. Where are you going? Is anyone going along? Big Bear, CA. I’m a little nervous because I’m not an outdoor macho type of guy. I’m going with Phillip. He invited me up there for Christmas. I’ve never liked holidays. Until now.

If you had one wish, what would it be? That I’d been born with different parents so I wouldn’t distrust people so much. My entire life would have been different. But I would still want to have met Phillip Daniels. Knowing him has given me hope.

 BLURB:
Senior Analyst Taylor Williams knows there’s an embezzler at Peterton Financial, and he’s been doing everything he can to catch the crook. Unfortunately the numbers keep adding up to him being the thief.  When corporate sends in Regional Manager, Phillip Daniels to catch the crook, it’s obvious he suspects Taylor right off the bat. Phillip is gorgeous, sexy as hell and a hard ass. But when it comes to sexual attraction logic can’t compete. Even though Phillip suspects Taylor might be the thief, he can’t keep himself from bringing him into his bed, time and time again. Will the numbers add up to a happy ending for these two?
 
EXCERPT:
“What the hell is this?” I asked, scowling as Randy dumped a huge, sloppy pile of files and data sheets onto my desk.
“He wants us to go through all of these, ASAP,” Randy said.
“Who wants us to go through all of these?”
“The new hard-ass is here.” Randy’s voice had the usual respect he afforded the higher-ups. None.
I swiveled my chair and peeked out of my office to see a man standing with the bigwigs in front of the shimmering Christmas tree in the lobby. The new guy was about forty, black hair, at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders impeccably encased in what was probably a two-thousand-dollar designer jacket. His jaw was tense, belying the air of relaxed confidence he was doing his best to sell.
The guy allowed a polite smile as Sally, the receptionist, pulled a piece of shiny silver tinsel from his shoulder. Knowing Sally, she’d be positioning him under the mistletoe first chance she got.
“Where did he come from?” I asked.
“Your dreams?”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me he was already here?” I asked, ignoring Randy’s taunt.
“I am telling you.”
“I mean sooner. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Did you explain to him we’ve compiled this already?”
“I tried. He’s good-looking, but he might be lacking in smarts.”
“It makes no sense to go through these. We have it all in digital files already.” I grumbled, flipping through the sheets. “What is this, 1984?”
“You can take it up with Pretty Boy yourself. Looks like he’s making the rounds, and he’s coming this way.”
Great. This was who they sent? We’d been hemorrhaging buckets of money, though those losses were largely due to theft. Reviewing data printouts of losses we’d already reviewed a hundred times was a waste of energy and cash. Peterton Financial was a large, well-oiled machine, which meant it took a lot of money to pay for all that square footage. I guess I’d have to shut up and let the new boss take a stab at fixing our branch’s problems. And when he left, like the last two, I could get some actual work done.
“Ten bucks says he doesn’t last the week,” Randy whispered, waving a bill in front of my nose.
I eyed the new guy’s perfect haircut and aquiline nose. Maybe he was tougher than he looked? Probably not, but it was only ten bucks.
“You’re on.”
“Like taking candy from a baby,” Randy said, tucking the money back in his pocket.
Lucinda Mercy, the office manager, stopped at my office with Mr. Haircut.
“Taylor Williams, I’d like to introduce our new regional manager, Phillip Daniels.” She smiled at me, lipstick on her teeth. “Taylor is the senior financial analyst for the New York project.”
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.” Daniels took the lead. His shake was firm, the skin of his manicured hand smooth. I got a whiff of grapefruit, lavender, and lemongrass. He smelled terrific, I wasn’t going to deny it, but his gaze appeared tepid at best.
It had been a long time since I’d met someone as good-looking as Phillip Daniels up close and personal. In fact, I hadn’t been up close and personal with anyone in quite a while. But that was no excuse for being rude and leering at the guy.
“Hope we can accomplish some fine work together.” Was it me, or did I sound like I was coming on to him? Crap, I needed to get laid and fast before I embarrassed myself any more.
“I see Randy dropped off the files I want you to comb through,” Daniels said in a velvety voice.
“About that, we’ve got all this on the computer. I don’t need to go through the hard copies,” I said, meeting his cool stare.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist.”
I gave a surprised laugh. “No, I mean it’s been done several times already.”
“Then one more time won’t hurt anybody, will it?”
I hesitated. Did he have bad hearing or something? “I’ll see if I can get to it.”
“On the contrary, I want you to make this a top priority.”
He might be gorgeous, but he was either dumb or an arrogant prick. “Maybe I’m not making myself clear. These have already been gone through and saved to the computer.” I spoke slowly, in case he was having trouble understanding the big words.
“Look, Taylor, is it? We need to get something straight right off the bat. I’m your boss, and I’m giving you a direct order.”
“I understand that, but I have a lot of work and this is a waste of my time.”
Lucinda gasped and looked nervously between Phillip and me.
“Do you want to catch the thief, Taylor?” he asked.
“What does that have to do with—”
“You should be willing to do whatever it takes. Since you’re so familiar with the data, it shouldn’t take you long.”
“It’s not as simple as that. Going over all this is extremely time-consuming,” I said. “I have other things I need to get to.”
“I’m sure you’ll work it out. I expect a report ASAP.”
He turned his back on me and walked to the next cubicle, perhaps to spread his good cheer.
“Wow, you like the rough stuff.” Randy snickered.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Slippery When Wet

The first thing I think of is…the shower. Steam. All that hot water, a bath sponge, lots of foamy body wash…
And a couple of guys.
What’s not to like?
Although Beck and Zach don’t get under water (that we can see)!

BLURB from HIGH CONCEPT:

Beck reached his desk and lowered himself into the chair. A pile of reports sat waiting for his attention. Ridiculous. He was a homicide detective, not a secretary. This was a waste of his skills. Field cases waited, infinitely more interesting and requiring a detective’s intuition.

Across the room, Van met his gaze and looked away. Beck spun his chair toward the windows behind him. Sheets of water rippled down the windows, blurring the building across the street.

After the shooting, Beck’s ex-lover had made it clear as still water that there was nothing left between them. At least Van had understood the pressures of the job, the danger, both on the street and in the department. Homicide was a macho division, and the other detectives were unlikely to accept an alternate orientation. He and Van had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps. Had they had a relationship or just been fuck buddies?

Nights in a soft bed, Van’s hot tongue everywhere until Beck squirmed with need. A firm grip on his cock, stroking.

“What would you like tonight?”

Heat rushed to his groin. Mind-blowing sex—no doubt about that—but was that all they’d had?

They’d never eaten at a restaurant unless it was out of town. They’d never taken a vacation together. Van liked sun and sand and room service; Beck preferred snow and skiing and grilled steaks at the lodge. And they never stayed over at each other’s places.

Sure didn’t sound like a relationship. Hell, when he’d been lying in the hospital with his shattered shoulder pinned together, wondering if his hand would ever work again, he’d turned to Van expecting emotional support, and his lover had gunned down the only thing Beck had left.

Van had left nothing at Beck’s apartment except travel brochures.

The first time Beck had risked his heart, and he’d gotten blown away for his trouble. Staying secreted in the closet precluded Van paying attention to a disabled boyfriend. “It would look strange if I spent extra time with you,” Van had said, and he’d been careful not to visit more often than any of the others. At that point, Beck had wished his injuries had been more severe, that the bullet had hit a few inches to the right and down, preempting Van’s assault on Beck’s heart. Death had sounded better than total bereavement.

Anger had overtaken depression in short order. The first thing he’d done after arriving home was deep-six the tropical-vacation brochures littering the kitchen counter.

In the ensuing weeks, Beck had fought through the pain of physical therapy and the loss of the relationship.

As Beck’s psychologist, Jay had helped him work through most of that. And the painful inquiry about the shootings.

“Hey.” Soft brown eyes gazed down at him, wary, not welcoming. The familiar scent of Van’s bay rum aftershave reached Beck, and his stomach clenched.

“Well. What can I do for you, Detective Gates?”

Van plopped a folder on his desk. “Got a computer request that needs your expertise.”

“Don’t think I can help you.” Beck picked up a pen, tapped it on the folder. “I’m not a computer expert.”

Van’s full mouth thinned, lips pressed together. “It’s a search for vehicle license plates. Need it for the murder book.”

Helpless to resist, Beck’s gaze wandered down Van’s chambray-clad torso. The memory of burying his face in Van’s groin set off a twitch in his own.

“Hey, dickhead. I need the information.”

Head in the game, Stryker. “What’s the case?”

 

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Ten Things About Me

For what it’s worth, here’s a look into what it’s like to be me.

1. Coffee: blond roast, moderately strong, black, and plentiful. Dark chocolate along with it is a very good thing.

2. Spring is the best season: it’s getting warm, and the windows stay open at night. Everything is waking up from winter and turning green.

3. I like cats. I like talking to the cats when no one else is around. The cats like it if I fill up the food bowl as I talk.

4. M/M romance is the fave. I have Josh Lanyon to thank for that. If you’ve never read any of his stuff, go try it. He was the first author I read in the genre, and he’s a master.

5. I like cheap reading glasses, and like to have them everywhere. At a buck a pair, it works for me.

6. A beach vacation is on the agenda for next year, and I hope it stays there.

7. Camping—no. No, no, no. Nice hotel—yes. Room service—yes.

8. Writing is a daily habit, even if it’s just a few notes jotted down on a scrap of paper. Sometimes work gets too intense to get any big blocks of writing time, but I still think about the characters and what they’re up to.

9. I hate talking on the phone (unless it’s unavoidable). You can’t beat face-to-face conversation. All the little nuances of body language, tone of voice…so valuable.

10. Silence is golden, especially when writing. Music tends to distract me. I’m working on figuring out a play list that inspires the WIP to see if I can change that.
 
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

HIGH CONCEPT

A couple of years ago, a kernel of an idea came to me during the throes of the 2010 election season. How far would one man go to win? Would he lie? Cheat?
Kill?
And the idea for High Concept was born.
Villain Isaac Olivetti wants to be governor of Colorado, and he's willing to sacrifice for the honor.
Around this same time, I'd been in the process of researching PTSD for a different book. Reading about PTSD in law enforcement officers was strangely fascinating, and the syndrome seemed like it would work well with my villain. Homicide detective Beck Stryker sprang forth: a guy who had seen his co-investigator killed and himself shot in the course of an investigation.
Last (sorry, Zach!) the romantic foil for my PTSD cop developed--a guy who himself had a rather uncomfortable past. Zach Littman is a forensic psychiatrist who has become an FBI profiler, running from demons of his own.
Take idea, add characters, and bake for a few months--Voila! High Concept was born.
It was a blast to write, and the crew at Loose Id made me look better than I am.
A huge thanks to publisher Treva Harte, editor extraordinaire Venessa Giunta, and cover artist Mina Carter for polishing High Concept to a shine. Hope you'll give it a try.
Here's the blurb:

Denver homicide cop and shooting survivor Beck Stryker lives to solve the case that left him with PTSD, chronic pain, and killed his co-investigator four months previous. Now his career hinges on his ability to work with the man who shut down his advances two years ago.

After last parting ways with Beck, psychiatrist-turned-FBI profiler Zach Littman never anticipated seeing the detective again. Being sent to Denver to work on a series of killings that have continued after the only suspect died is bad enough. Discovering the detective in charge is Beck leaves Zach gritting his teeth and girding his loins.

The last thing either of them needs is romantic entanglement with a fellow investigator, but danger is a powerful aphrodisiac. The case heats up, and friction between them ignites a fire neither can ignore, first at work and then in the bedroom. As they zero in on the plot behind the murders, the crosshairs zero in on Beck and Zach.
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Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop

From Shoot for the Gold (part of the Going For Gold anthology):

“Matt, I…that is, we…hell, I’m your doctor. This isn’t very professional, and….” He raised a hand, let it drop. “We shouldn’t do this.”

Ethics, schmethics. A quick fix for that. “I’ll have someone else take care of me if I need to go to the clinic. Then you won’t be my doctor.”

“I can’t just quit taking care of you.”

“Okay, you’re fired.”

Levi blinked. “What?”

“You’re. Fired.” Matt chuckled and shifted forward in his seat. “Problem solved. You didn’t quit, and I’m not your patient.”

Biting his lip, Levi glanced away, then back. “I still don’t know if I — if we — should do this.”

“You do know.” Matt could see the resistance melting away. He leaned forward and touched his lips to Levi’s in a soft kiss. “Stay or go?”

Letting out a gusty sigh, Levi nodded. “Stay.”

Once Levi had made the decision, his inhibitions toppled, and he jumped to his feet. Matt met him halfway. They fell into each other’s arms, picking up where they’d left off, skipping the hesitancy over stripping and literally baring it all. Between kisses, they threw off shoes and shirts and jeans and boxers.

Together, they fell on the bed face to face, and Levi explored the body that had tortured him in the clinic the last few days. It was pure pleasure to touch Matt in a nonclinical way, stroke the contours of his chest, his back, his butt, and kiss his warm skin. Anticipation vibrated through his athletic frame, and Levi sought out Matt’s mouth. Matt’s hands closed on Levi’s ass, and he savored the feel of big palms pressing them together, cocks dueling in the tight space.

--Shoot For The Gold

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Monday, May 6, 2013

Muy Caliente



 
It's hot, hot, HOT!
Not outside, although today is better than the blizzards of April. I spent the snow-bound time cooking up some warm stories, and reading some that were hotter still. Nonetheless, I'm glad it's spring--FINALLY.
One of my favorite hot weather activities is cooking on the grill.
And speaking of hot...
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Jump on over and register for major hot prizes, and hop along the caliente trail to be eligible for more!
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Getting Personal with Stan Hampton

Stan Hampton is in the hot seat today, answering questions about his writing process. Stan has also brought along an excerpt from his story The Samar Cafe, part of the Intimate Journeys Anthology.
Plotter or pantster?
Plotter. For short stories the plot is not overly detailed, but for novellas, there is more detail. I want to ensure the plot remains strong and there are no holes in it.

Tortured hero or tortured villain?
Interesting question. I have never thought of my characters as being tortured heroes or tortured villains. Regardless of who they are and/or their circumstances, they are just responding to situations they find themselves in. It does not matter if I am writing of Sergeant Jerry Stanton about to go out on a convoy security force escort mission after learning of the death of a fellow soldier on a similar mission (Better Than a Rabbit’s Foot, MuseItUpPublishing), or Sergeant Braddock Hollingwood at the end of the Iraq War facing demobilization and an uncertain future upon his return home to Las Vegas (Dawn at Khabari Crossing, Intimate Journeys collection, Melange Books), or Sharon Rogers seduced by a mysterious woman who offers a future with her, if she can accept a secret the woman has (Second Saturday, Musa Publishing), they are all ordinary people doing the best they can. It may be that I have never thought of such characterizations because I have never written a story where there is a clear cut division of opposing forces, of good and evil, at war with one another. Or it may be that I just do not think that way.

Easy on your characters or as hard as possible?
Again, I do not think that way. Each character has their challenge, whether small or great, in peace or at war, in this world or in deep space. Depending on the personality and life experiences of the character, what challenge may come close to breaking one character may barely affect another.

What do you consider to be the key elements of a great story?
Key elements are plot, believable characters, believable situations, and the quality of the storytelling. A plot should not have holes so large that an Abrams tank can drive through without touching the sides. Believability is critical for both characters and situation; granted, some people will always rise to the challenge, but if a foundation is not built to where a clerk can plausibly stand against villainy, the story will be unbelievable. And granted, the author is not supposed to be intrusive, but show rather than tell and the author does not, the reader will not willingly suspend belief in order to enjoy a great story.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?
I recently made the shift from short stories to novellas. The hardest part to greater lengths of writing is to ensure a good plot can last the course and the characters remain believable. They remain true to themselves, or act accordingly, according to their personality traits regardless of what is thrown at them.

How do you develop your plots? Do you use any set formula?
I do not have a set formula. A subject interests me, I think of something to write utilizing that subject, and I tailor the plot in general. The plot details will work themselves out as I write.

Who has been your favorite character to write?
I cannot really say. In each story or novella that I write, I have a favorite character. Of course, I tend to like the major character before all others. For example, in Feeding the Ravens, Hearts of Tomorrow Anthology (Melange Books), I like SS-Sturmbannfuhrer Gerhard Schmidt; he is a member of the hated Waffen SS, half-frozen and half-starved outside of December 1941 Moscow, yet he tries to do the best he can for his men. The Mumbai Malaise, In Poe’s Shadow Anthology (Dark Opus Press), it turned out that I liked Dr. Matthew Peters, a secondary character, better than the primary character; he is an ordinary man caught up in extraordinary circumstances, and not quite sure what to do. I can understand that.

Favorite line/quote from current work?
So far my favorite line is from (WIP title) The Prepping of Rachel: “His wife was a tawdry Pied Piperette luring him down a mysterious path.”

If your book was made into a movie, who would you want to play the leads?
Which one? But, for The Gates of Moses, Melange Books, there are three principal characters. The first is Dr. Gregorio Romano, an engineer who oversaw an engineering project in an attempt to save Venice from the rising sea while a monstrous storm bears down on it from the Adriatic Sea. There is a succubus, Alessandra Lombardi, who claimed his heart years before, and who wants him to remain though the population of Venice and much of the art treasures have been evacuated. And Patrizia Celentano, the first and last female gondolier of Venice, who loves Romano and is determined to save him before the sea walls break. I suppose that for Romano a possible actor is Channing Tatum (The Eagle); for Lombardi, Virginia Madsen (Red Riding Hood; The Haunting in Connecticut) would be good, though Monica Bellucci (Sheitan; The Matrix Revolutions) might be better, and for Celentano, Katie Parker (Absentia).

Can you tell me a bit about your most recent release?
My most recent release is The Ferryman from Melange Books. Charon the Ferryman encounters the shades of three people, and each brings him a step closer to wanting to learn more about the upper world. Thus, he has to make a decision: continue to ferry the dead across the Styx to Hades, or abandon the role ordained for him by the gods.

From The Samar Cafe:

EXCERPT: Wayne Parkhurst stumbled quietly across the darkened, thickly-carpeted bedroom into the bathroom, slid the door shut, and flipped the light on. He groaned and staggered as if from a hard punch as he covered his aching eyes with shaky hands until he could brave the scorching light.

He stared in the mirror at his bloodshot eyes, noted the ragged tufts of short, sandy-brown hair sticking in all directions from his pounding head, then realized his stomach muscles ached, and his left shoulder was burning. His eyes widened a he saw a large, finely-detailed, multi-colored tattoo of a dragon-prowed ship with the sail unfurled on his upper left arm. Across the sail was a laughing skull with a pirate hat against a pair of crossed skeleton bones.

“My God, what have I done,” he whispered, though he had a pretty good idea of the night’s transgressions, as he stared at the tattoo and massaged his aching stomach muscles. What would his parents think? Or his fiancée, Missy? Or her parents? What would all of his relatives and future relatives-in-law think?

“You really don’t remember?” a soft, cheerful voice called. In the mirror, Wayne saw a small, well-formed nude woman with delicate features and long black hair leaning nonchalantly against the doorway. Her arms were folded below large tanned breasts and her dark eyes sparkled mischievously.

She wasn’t what he was used to, even for one-night stands, but as the old saying went, ‘any port in a storm.’ He definitely needed a port before the oncoming storm that loomed over his future, even his life.

“I remember,” Wayne answered slowly as he looked at the dark, damp triangle between her legs. “I was being rhetorical.”

“Good,” the woman replied as she stood on tip-toe and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I would have been insulted if you didn’t remember.”

“I remember everything,” he replied s he embraced her and buried his face in the side of her neck. He enjoyed the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her sweat moistened flesh against his. “My God, I’m corrupt,” he mumbled as he gently ran his hands cross the soft rounded cheeks of her rear.

“Not completely,” she said as she led him back to the bedroom, “but you will be.”
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