Q. What’s the creepiest place you’ve ever sat in to write or drawn inspiration from?
A. My creepiest ideas come to me in the shower, then I have to concentrate very hard to remember them until I finish showering.
Q. What are some of the quirks you share with your characters?
A. My characters are brave, intelligent, and have a great sense of humor. I was all that, but then I grew old and lazy.
Q. Of all the characters you’ve written, which one do you like the least and why?
A. I don’t like Peter von Leutzendorf. He is pathetic and needs rescuing.
Q. What was your most difficult character or story to write? Why?
A. My fourth book, I’m currently writing it and I’m not sure about the ending. I have no idea how to end it. I’m writing until the ending reveals itself.
(I know that feeling well, I've cursed more than a few of my characters for being so secretive about their storylines and only revealing the smallest bits until I was 100K into the story and they finally decided to be like, hey, by the way, we're good where we're at now, story over. LOL)
Q. If any of your books were to be made into a movie, which one would you like to see on the big screen and who would you like to see play your main characters?
A. The New Beginnings Trilogy, it’s much like Marvel and I think it would make an awesome movie. (With M/M Characters)
(And I would camp out overnight just to get tickets to something like that, holy cow!)
Q. Describe your writing space. Is there anything you have to have when you write? A favorite type of pen, certain music, a stuffed critter that always keeps you company?
A. I work from home, full-time, so I have an office with three computer screens. I have an ergonomic keyboard with three channels to work each screen. A comfy game chair and two big bookcases behind me. One painting of a massive cock. (The kind with feathers.)
(LOL...love the painting even if it isn't the kind most of us immediately assumed)
Q. What has been the biggest influence on your writing? Why?
A. Marvel Movies and other M/M audiobooks
Q. Is there a particular genre that you have always wanted to dabble in but haven’t had the opportunity to explore yet?
A. No, not yet. Because I write mashups, my books blur the lines between genre so I’m satisfied with what I write.
Q. Is there a particular book that you’ve written that you wish more readers knew about? If so share a little about it here:
A. Cian’s Song: We Are Coming Home. Book 3 of the New Beginnings Trilogy. I just finished it and the reviews are raving about it. I am very proud of it. The characters are amazing, and I love them all. I came up with a massive plot twist that I think readers will find interesting.
Q. If you were to write a spin-off book featuring one of your side characters, whom would you choose and why? Can you tell us a little about the story you’d like to feature them in?
A. It would be the book about Ish. He is the time-traveling Anunnaki who caused all this shit my heroes are stuck with and trying to navigate the worlds and realities while saving the last of humankind.
Q. Do you celebrate when you finish writing a book? If so, how?”
A. No, not really. I just feel accomplished.
Q. What are some of the things you wished you knew about becoming an author before you headed down that path?
A. It takes up all your life and time and then thieves just steal it. Audiobooks are costing almost $3000 per book and then others take it download it and pirate it and fuck me over.
(Ugg. I've found myself wishing, more than once, that there was a way to booby trap our work with viruses and things that would wreck the pirate's computers and the sites they upload things on. Nothing is more infuriating than seeing your book on a pirate site the same day or even the day before it is released. It ruins some of the joy of creating the book in the first place and just shows an overall disrespect for the hard work that goes into crafting something.)
Q. We all know that there are myths of what a writer’s life is like and then there are the realities of it. Can you share the funniest myth you ever heard and how that differs from your own experiences
A. Sex scenes are boring and the worst to write.
Q. If you could have dinner with any author, living or dead, who would that be and what would you like to talk to them about?
A. That would definitely be George R.R. Martin. I’m a big Game of Thrones fan. My pseudo name means Castle Black.
Q. As a writer, what would you choose as your spirit animal or the animal that best reflects your writing style?
A. Anubis god of Death
Q. If you couldn’t be an author, what do you think you’d be doing for a living?
A. Gardening and building water features and sell them.
Q. What projects are you currently working on?
A. I am currently busy with a New Spin-off series: Civilization Unknown: According to Ish
Q. What is the worst piece of writing advice you’ve ever received?
A. Never ever write your debut novel as book two of someone else’s book one. It’s a train wreck. Write your debut novel as a stand-alone.
Q. What is your favorite season to write in and why?
A. Winter, I write if I can’t go outside.
Q. What’s the funniest typo you’ve ever written?
A. I spell tongue wrong every fucking time.
(OMG that is one I mess up from time to time too. I can't tell you how many times I've written tongs or some other messed up variation of the word.)
Q. If you could spend a week writing anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?
A. To the Caribbean, I’d like to go to Mexico and rent a condo on the beach.
An now for a Snippet from New Beginnings:
We are On Our Own!
New Beginnings M/M
Series, Part One
Prologue
Ishtar the Last Anunnaki
2046 A.D.
Environmental Project One
Antarctica
Earth
“Help!” I heard the muffled voice of a male calling from a distance outside. Scared that I had been discovered or drawing attention, I shut everything off and scurried outside to hide my time machine.
“Help me!” the man called again. Huddling behind my ship, I scanned my surroundings with a quick left, right, up, and down sweep. It was cold as fuck. The light was dim, neither day nor night. I couldn’t determine if it was sunset or sunrise and every now and then the sky seemed illuminated by green and yellow dancing light. It tinged the snow in blues and greens, the oddest spectacle I’d ever seen on Earth.
Yet, I’d
never been so far south. Behind me were hills and boulders covered in black and
white patches of rock facing and snow. In front of me was the human settlement,
Phoenix. Hope and shivers filled me as I witnessed the glow and shine of human
potential.
From
somewhere to my left, near an outbuilding I estimated to be about one hundred
yards away, I heard more muffled cries, and possibly laughter. I had minutes to hide the ship. The outbuilding was attached to a gigantic
translucent half-ball rotunda. Almost like the one covering Grayrak, but
smaller and much brighter.
Apprehensive
and freezing my butt off, I hoped no one had noticed me and was summoning
guards. People moved around disinterested, others huddled together speaking
with one another. Nobody was stressing or pulling their hair screaming, oh my god, I spy with my little eye something parked on our front
yard today. I
knew humans and knew it took only one little overachiever with a good eye to
point me out. I dashed behind a snowbank where I started collecting arms full
of snow. The golden two-passenger egg-shaped ship stood out like a beacon,
screaming alien landing. The damn thing lay as I’d landed. Askew. I worked fast
by scooping and packing layer upon layer of the icy-cold stuff.
“Spit
on it! Let spit run out of your mouth and work it to the tip of your tongue,”
another deeper male voice replied. I frowned. It didn’t sound like the yelling
was about me. Laughter and choking sounds followed by ugly coughs and retching.
I tipped my head to the side, trying to hear better. I recognized the voices of
my friends. It sounded like Andrew and, most probably, his lover, Juandre.
“Why
wasn’t my ship white?” I asked the fates who had gifted me the
time-machine-ship thing. I turned and flung the snow like a dog searching for a
bone, eager to get to Andrew and Juandre before they went back inside.
“Stop
laughing and help me! Go get table salt!” Juandre said, sounding like he had a
mouth full of rocks. I looked over my shoulder, patting the last spot with a
handful of snow. Because I wasn’t wearing gloves my fingers were numb, and pain
shot through them. My balls shrunk and retracted so deep they might never show
themselves again. More laughter and fuck-you’s followed. They were just around
the corner. Elated, I spun to meet with them.
“Let
go of me! Let me try something,” Andrew laughed. They were clearly having sex
against the wall as I turned the corner of the outbuilding. Bare-assed,
Andrew’s body covered Juandre’s. It sounded like Juandre needed help. I
glimpsed Andrew. He was as beautiful as I remembered him. He had cut his blond
locks off, but I recognized his firm butt as if we’d fucked yesterday. He
chuckled like a jubilant giant and kissed Juandre before he removed himself
from his lover.
Sucking
my numb fingertips to warm them, I suppressed my snickers to avoid being
noticed. I scoped out the surrounding buildings. It seemed like a secluded and
safe spot for a quick fuck. I couldn’t see anyone else in our vicinity. They
wouldn’t have fucked here if they worried about their privacy.
I
increased my pace, making my way over to them. Lifting my feet hip high, I
approached while watching Andrew’s bare ass from afar. It was as white as their
surroundings. The blinding white stuff was everywhere and, by the look of it,
very dangerous. Juandre, who I thought was as bright as he was cocky, had
gotten himself stuck. Splattered and stuck like snot against the building, he
stood ass exposed, and mumbling orders at Andrew nonstop. I understood every
word.
“Hurry,
I’m such an idiot. Stop fucking laughing and help me!”
Andrew
struggled to stay upright. Stomping this way and that, pants down, and wiping
tears from his face while Juandre was hysterical with urgency. My friends were
in an absurd predicament. One new lesson learned, I thought, never get my cock
or tongue close to frozen walls in Antarctica.
“Hurry!
Please, Andrew.” Juandre seemed to lose steam.
“I
told you don’t do it, but no, you wanted to see what happens,” Andrew said
between snorts and chuckles.
“I
fucking know.” Juandre sniffled in weak protest. I had excellent hearing and
Juandre’s need for help pushed him to go faster.
“Sorry,
love, I… I will help you,” Andrew said, and I heard defeated sobbing coming
from Juandre. The dude needed help. I tried to go faster, but it felt like swimming
in sand.
Andrew
swallowed his laughs. “Please don’t cry. You will get your entire face wet and
stuck. Oh no, it’s already stuck. Please, Juandre, don’t cry, for fuck’s sake.
Don’t cry!”
Juandre
cried more. “Help me get my pants up, Drew. My cock and balls… I’m worried
about frostbite,” Juandre said between sniffles and struggling to form
sentences tongueless.
Andrew
helped Juandre by pulling up his puffy snow pants.
“I
have an idea. I’m going to piss on your tongue. It’s warm, it’s liquid, and
it’s salty. It should melt the snow long enough for you to pull free.”
Juandre
initially shook his head sideways but eventually nodded in agreement while
yelling “yes” in anguish.
Five
steps to go, I calculated.
“I
hope I can piss this high.” Andrew stepped back, flung his cock upwards, and
aimed with both hands. “Quiet down, so I can concentrate on pissing, baby.”
Juandre
stopped crying.
“Oh,
baby, I’m so sorry. Here it comes,” Andrew hollered and released a bright
yellow stream of piss onto Juandre’s face. Fuck, I wanted to laugh, but
clearly, this was a dire situation.
“I
think it’s working,” Juandre mumbled through coughs.
“Close
your eyes. Sorry, it’s probably going up your nose too, baby.”
“You
are fucking drowning me. Yes. It’s losing its grip. Keep pissing,” Juandre
muttered, shaking his hands in various gestures. Come closer, stay away, come
closer, stay away. Mixed signals and a lot of “ahs” and “nos.”
“Come
on, let him go. My bladder is almost empty.”
“Do
you need help, friend?” I asked, knowing I was surprising them. The snow
swallowed my voice’s echo. It seemed it ate sound as well. I decided I didn’t
like the stuff.
Fumbling
with numb fingers, I quickly unbuttoned my long coat and threw the hood back
over my shoulders. The lapels hit the snowbank behind me. I unbuckled my black
leather pants to join my friend’s golden pissing rescue attempt.
“Ish,
you, big, beautiful motherfucker!” Andrew exclaimed.
“Ha-ha-ha.”
I laughed jovially while pissing on Juandre as the steam rose from his frozen
face. With a snap, the frozen wall released him.
➽New Beginnings M/M Series
➽Part Three — Cian's Song: We Are Coming Home gives readers a glimpse of how the Phoenicians navigate a flooded Earth. What it would look like if humans were living on the moon while Cian attempts to woo his mate, by saving them?
It is a time travel, vampire, superhero, alien series. It is a total mashup of genres, written to get folks thinking and not being able to predict the outcome. It is not structured or written like your usual M/M romance. Heroes die and sh*te hits the fan — a lot. What to expect: • M/M pairings. • Sci-Fi Fantasy Mashup. • Time Travel • Cyborgs • Vampires • Anunnaki and Anubis • Operation Moon Evacuation
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Kashel Char means Castle Black. Chosen
for the apparent reason that Kashel is a Game Of Thrones fan.
“I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.”―Tyrion Lannister to Janos Slynt.
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Pronoun: I/We He/She Gender
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