Second, let me tell you what I'm offering for my share of the blog hop. Two commenters will receive a copy of anything from my backlist, and one person will receive a $10 Amazon GC. Before you ask, I've not forgotten about my Blogiversary giveaway. That announcement is yet to come, so you have time to comment there too.
Now, let's talk about backlist. Granted, mine only goes back as far as March 26, 2010. That's when my first novel was published - To the Max - with Dreamspinner Press. So, what could be more appropriate than to bring my two boys here to talk to you about what's been going on with them, and maybe sneak a little peek into the future? They do have a sequel, For Love of Max, which was once published but is now homeless. But I intend to rectify that situation. Those of you who own that edition, hold on to it, maybe it'll be worth something one day, as it is out of print!
Of course, the two men I'm referring to are Max Montague and Richard Burke. Come on out, guys. I beckon to them to join me in my den. I've already started a fire, 'cause it's more than cold outside and I remember how much Max hates to be cold. Just like me.
"I'm glad you were able to take time out of your busy days to join me."
"Well, it's not hard to do when you work at home." Max laughs. "You know I don't punch a time clock, and neither does Richard."
"Very true," I concede. "But not everyone here knows what you do, so why don't you tell them?"
Richard speaks before Max has a chance to respond. "Quite simply, this is Max Montague, syndicated columnist, known throughout the world for his column, To the Max." Max looks a little disconcerted at such high praise. He's a rather modest man, somewhere in his mid forties. Richard's about the same age.
"And this is Richard Burke, well-known award-winning photographer."
That about covers that. "So,, have you guys been together a long time? You live together, right?"
Max nods. "Over twenty years. And we have our own little cottage in St. Charles, Missouri. That's near St. Louis, just across the Missouri River."
"We live right above the river, on a bluff," Richard adds. "In the woods, actually. We have a marvelous view and a lot of privacy."
"Oh yes, privacy. Something that's very important to me."
"Why is that so important to you, Max? Having privacy?"
He gives me a look, and then glances down. I watch Richard take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly. "It's all right, Max."
Finally, Max raises his head and looks me right in the eye. "It's because I'm a werewolf. I wanted to be sure that I wasn't a danger to any one on certain... nights."
"That's very commendable of you," I praise him. "Can I assume this is not common knowledge?"
"Not outside my family, and a few friends."
"Speaking of family, tell me a little about your mother, Juliet."
Richard laughs and Max rolls his eyes. "My mother is... something else. She finds it easier to accept my... lycanthropy... than my being gay. In fact, she likes to ambush me with blind dates of the female persuasion."
I try not to giggle as I can tell that won't sit well with Max, so I move on. "What about your father?"
That produces a scowl, as Richard shakes his head, as if warning me off the subject. I press on, anyway.
"Is it true that your mother was..." Is there a delicate way to put this? I think not. "Raped?"
Max nods, and Richard steps in. "He has a half sister Diana who's priceless. She has a son of her own. His name is Jackson. He's a student of video games," he adds, mischief in his eyes. At least that has brought a chuckle to Max's lips anyway, and the tense moment has passed. "Max also has a cousin named Sebastian who can't stand me, and he hates to see public displays of affection." Richard's grin is downright impish.
"Let me guess. You love to give him lots of PDA's?"
"You know it."
I give him a thumbs up and Max offers a kiss. Ah, how sweet.
"What about your mother,, Richard?" I turn to him inquisitively. The smile disappears, replaced by an affectation of nonchalance. Did I say something wrong? I look at Max.
"His mother is... different," Max supplies. "Her name is Moonsong."
Moonsong? Is that even a name? "That sounds... cultish."
Richard manages a laugh. "Out of the mouths of babes..."
I'm not quite sure how to take that, so I let it pass.
"She's not really a part of our lives," Max goes on. "She's off... doing her own thing."
"Oh, I see. One of those free spirits that refuse to be tied down?"
"Something like that," Richard remarks wryly.
The atmosphere just got a little depressing. Tiime to cheer it up. I know how!
"Hey guys, I made a cake. Chocolate, of course." I see Max perk up at the news. "How about cake and coffee? And no more questions?"
So I guess that's it for today. Maybe I can coax them back on Sunday for a little longer. Now we're going to just relax, I suggest you do the same.
We'll see you all later! Until next time, take care!