1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
Wow. Well, the one item should be a flint or a knife or something, I suppose, but of course it would be a book instead. I’d rather die of starvation than die of boredom, I guess! It would have to be a huge one that I could read over and over, so that would be the time to finally read “Ulysses” or “Infinite Jest” – I’d have all the time in the world to do the deep thinkin’ required to read and reread it. (Until I died of starvation, of course.)
The one person I’d want to go into exile with? Okay, I gotta pick a man (there will be no Adam and Eve stuff on this island). A smart, sexy man who’d be the best company on every level. I’d have to pick one of my characters, honestly – Sam Bradley from the Sam and Derek series is my dream dude. He’s got it all. And, he’s got military SERE (Survive Evade Resist Escape) training, so we might even live!
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I know I’m gonna lose my gay card for this, but I’m not a big fan of musicals. My favorite one is “Silence! The Musical,” a parody of “Silence of the Lambs,” and there’s probably not anyone in there other than Clarice whom I’d want to identify with…
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them: fin, bullfight, false teeth
“Who would win in a bullfight, a shark or a bull?”
“Are you kidding? The bull would totally gore the shark.”
“The shark has giant teeth, though. It would chomp on the bull.”
“How? How’s it gonna get around the bullring, walk on its fins?”
“You underestimate the awesome power of shark teeth.”
“You’re obsessed with teeth, ever since you got your false teeth.”
“No need to get personal!”
4) You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Wow. Well, I’m a huge fan of Dorothy Dunnett’s historical novels. I would pick Francis Lymond, the dashing, brilliant, mercurial, troubled hero in her “Lymond Chronicles.” He makes my panties wet.
5) What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Well, my significant others right now are my cats, I’m embarrassed to say. And they’re not cuddlers, either. So that’s a fine romance, huh?
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I start with a concept, usually around a trend like “Rock Star” or “football player” or whatever. Then the characters start to form. I can’t write a plot until I have some idea who the characters are, what they would do in a situation. And as I write, the plot always changes, to accommodate who the characters are becoming as I write them.
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
George Clooney! Just because I’d like to see him living out my fantasies.
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, now and forever. He’s so smart, so charming, so evil. The scariest villain is the one who can pass for normal in polite society.
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Yeah, he’s the guy in the Sanders Portrait, allegedly of William Shakespeare (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanders_portrait). He’s got a handsome face, but it’s mostly the look on it – he looks so smart, so amused by humanity, but not cynical or angry about the foibles that amuse him. If it’s not Shakespeare, I’d love to know who it is. Whoever it is, he’s my historical crush.
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
No, I think the closest I got to that feeling was with “A Little Too Broken.” I was rolling my eyes at the whole “broken” trope in New Adult romance, they’re always young and beautiful and at the end they fix each other and they’re not broken anymore, la la la. One day this image popped into my mind of two people who were so “broken” they couldn’t be “fixed,” an HIV+ guy and a soldier who’d lost his legs in Afghanistan. And I just ran away from that idea as hard and as fast as I could… It was such a risky idea, there was so very much that could go wrong in the execution. I thought, I could get burned at the stake for this if I fuck it up. But it turned out okay… When I hear from people who work with veterans or amputees or people with PTSD and they say, yeah, you got it right, I just burst into tears.
Release Date: January 28, 2015
Author Name: Brad Vance
Author Bio: Brad Vance writes gay romance, erotica and paranormal stories and novels, including the breakout hits "A Little Too Broken" and "Given the Circumstances."
Where to find the author:
Keep up with Brad at BradVanceErotica.wordpress.com, email him at BradVanceErotica@gmail.com, and friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/brad.vance.10.
Cover Artist: Aubrey Watt
When Rocky met Dex, it was hate at first sight. Country superstar Dex Dexter represented everything that budding rock star Rocky McCoy had left behind him in the Deep South – the religion, the homophobia, the hypocrisy, the lies. And Rocky represented everything that Dex had denied, had turned away from, had refused…
When Rocky met Dex, it was love at first touch. Double booked in the same slot on the main stage at CrossFest, they fought for the microphone like two dogs fighting over a bone. And when their hands met…
Rocky has had enough. “No more falling for straight guys. No way. No matter how hot. Especially if the ‘straight guy’ looks to me like a major closet case.”
Dex has had enough. “No way. I can’t be gay. I can’t lose my family, my friends, my career. I can’t.”
What they’ve had enough of doesn’t matter. It’s what they’ve never had enough of that will bring them together…
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance
Rocky picked up the Gibson Hummingbird. Chris Cornell played one of these. What more did he need to know?
He knew exactly what he wanted to play. How many times had he played this song, how many times had he stretched his voice, discovering his own vocal range. The notes of “Like a Stone” flowed from his fingers in a waterfall, and the words were a flock of birds banking wildly in front of the cascade, flirting with disaster.
He came to the end, the roaring finish, his eyes closed as he sang the epic wave of notes in the last word of the song, “alone.”
He’d only ever played the song when he was alone with Korey, who was no cheerleader. Korey would nod, say, “Good job.” And then tell him where he missed something.
When he was done, he opened his eyes. His new friends were speechless. “Was it okay?” he asked doubtfully.
“Holy fucking great mother of God,” Rick gasped. “Who the fuck are you? Where did you come from?”
Rocky smiled. “Under a rock. I’ve been living under a rock.”
Pages or Words: 291 pages
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