Please welcome my dear friend and fellow author JC Wallace who is here to talk about his amazing new
release, Dare to Love Forever, which I had the privilege to beta. I'm here to tell you that is one smokin' story, and you need to get a copy and see just how hot it really is! JC, come on in, make yourself at home, and I'll make some drinks while you get started with my infamous questions lol
Hi, everyone! I want to
thank Julie Lynn Hayes for hosting the
Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!
Dare to Love Forever is my
second published novel, and I’m excited to share the story with you. At the end
of this post, you will find the buy link, blurb and excerpt, as well as a
chance to enter to win some great prizes at the
end of the tour!
Check here for links to all of the
blogs in the tour.
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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?
Since
I can only have one person, then I will bring a large, beautiful, muscular and
intelligent bear with me. He must be strong and be able to build a hut for me out
of the sun (I love the sun, just not on me) and he will do this while naked for
my entertainment. He must also be able to discuss plots and stories with me.
One
item I’d take is anything that gives me the ability to write. I am guessing no
power so, maybe a box of pens. I will have my intelligent bear make me some
paper.
Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life
– and which character in that musical are you?
Ummm,
musicals? Aren’t those plays with music?
Yeah, unless if comes from Disney and I was forced to sit through it with my
kids, I can’t recall seeing any musicals in my life that equate to my life.
Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less
scene using them: stomach, binge, toffee
Interesting
choice of words, Jules!
After binging on coffee all morning, my stomach
roiled, but I had to stop at the convenience store. The store where he worked. The man with the intense
green eyes and deep red hair. The man whose stare reached inside of my chest
and stole my air, whose smile grabbed my cock. Stepping up to the counter, my
mouth dried and my heart pounded. Snatching a toffee bar I wouldn’t eat out of
a box on the counter, I laid it down with a shaky hand.
“Will that be all?” he asked, voice husky and low.
Most complicated question ever.
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?
Damn,
wow. So many characters with so little time. Definitely, Sam Kage from Matter
of Time by Mary Calmes. Yup, that big bear could push me up against the wall,
hold me there and....phew, is the heat on?
What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with
your significant other?
Home,
lounging on a nest of pillows and blankets, naked in front of the fire.
When you start a new story, do you begin with a
character, or a plot?
Generally,
I start with an idea, a kernel, a seed, and it grows from there. With Dare To
Love Forever, the term Tabula Rosa (blank slate) sparked an idea about a
vampire that couldn’t bite anyone because doing so he would wipe the person’s
mind clean. With Curiosity Killed
Shaney, the saying, “Your curiosity
will get the better of you,” sparked that story. With my free story, Waiting for Snow, an idea about someone finding love at a stoplight
and the need for a Christmas story started that story. Anything, anywhere, and
anytime.
If they were to make the story of your life into a
movie, who should play you?
Someone
totally hot, of course. Hmmm, I will choose Ian Somerhalder. It’s like looking
in a mirror, lol.
Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I
love characters that are seemingly normal and nice but turn out to be purely
evil. I
loved Michael Keaton as the renter in the movie
Pacific Heights. (P.S. I’m a landlord myself and luckily have never
had an evil tenant, LOL). Also, Rutger Hauer as the hitchhiker in the 1986 film
The Hitcher. I never pick up
hitchhikers after seeing that movie!
Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
I
don’t have a historical crush that I can think of. How boring! Not sure if it’s
historical, but some of the Kennedy brothers were quite smoking in their young
days.
Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think
the world isn’t ready to receive it?
I
think the there is an audience, even if a tiny one, for every story. I know
there are some stories I would like to write that people I know wouldn’t be
ready to receive but that relate to me in a personal way. Maybe I am the one
not ready for them. When I am, you all will get to read them.
Buy Link:
Blurb:
Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a
dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a
vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent
his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire
family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander
Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson
is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never
seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well,
however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years
before his birth.
Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the
ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice
police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire
Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by
one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to
heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could
destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is
that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.
Can two vampires who have loved and
painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising
against them, and dare to love forever?
Excerpt:
“Are you cold?”
Lincoln placed a hand on Carson’s leg.
Carson shook his
head, staring at the strong hand, the nails trimmed short, the black hairs on
the base of the fingers. Without thinking, Carson reached out and laid his hand
over Lincoln’s. Carson’s hands were small, the fingers long and thin. His skin
was snow white against Lincoln’s darker skin. Carson would guess Lincoln had
some Latino ancestors. He’d never met anyone of any origin other than his
homogenous family.
The muscles in
Lincoln’s hand twitched, but he didn’t move away. Carson continued to stare
down, refusing to look into those blue eyes. His attraction to the man was
growing, expanding under his skin, as he touched Lincoln. Carson had been
kissed and groped and sucked by Justin, but he’d never been penetrated with
more than his own finger, and he’d never fucked anyone else. Twenty-three and a
virgin. If the incident with Justin hadn’t happened, Carson was sure they would
have gone all the way. They’d been in love. Then Carson had destroyed
everything.
Carson sucked in a
deep breath and looked right into those pools of blue. Once he told Lincoln the
horrible things he’d done, he’d never get to touch the man again. Lincoln would
never look at him again with that rare softness and—was that need or
desire—again.
Carson pulled himself
up onto his knees, moving closer to Lincoln. The man squinted at him but said nothing.
Carson’s breaths were shallow and his nervousness squeezed tight around his
chest. He had to do this one last good thing, because after he spilled his
secret, he was going to die one way or another.
Carson leaned closer
to Lincoln. The man was still, his eyes searching Carson’s, questioning. Carson
licked at his lips, drew in and released a deep breath. He hadn’t been this
close to a man—ever. He’d been close to Justin, but they’d only been sixteen,
just boys. The closeness was intoxicating, the smell of the man thrilling.
Carson slowly lifted his hand to Lincoln’s chest, giving the man time to dodge
his touch, but Lincoln remained still. Carson’s fingertips brushed the black
T-shirt stretched tight over his chest. Gaining confidence, Carson rested his
palm over Lincoln’s left pec. The muscle twitched. Carson held his breath as he
ran his hand over the muscled chest, tingles filling his palm. He groin ached
and his dick filled. The combination of the touch, the heat, the manly smell,
pushed Carson forward.
He caught the hitch
in Lincoln’s breathing, but Carson kept his eyes down. If he looked into that
face, he’d lose his nerve. He would go as far as Lincoln would allow. Visions
of making love to Lincoln bombarded Carson. Lincoln behind him, beneath him,
over him… Carson’s breathing increased as he ran his hand over Lincoln’s hard
stomach. The man must do hundreds of crunches a day to get that hard.
Speaking of hard—the
sight of the bulge in Lincoln’s jeans thrilled Carson. Shit, Lincoln was turned
on, hard from Carson’s touch. That reaction spurred Carson to move lower. A
hand grabbed his wrist and he gulped, fearing he’d gone too far.
The grip on his wrist
wasn’t tight but firm. Lincoln raised Carson’s hand and rested it against his
cheek. His dark beard scratched at Carson’s palm. Carson raised his chin, met
hooded, lust-filled eyes. Butterflies the size of crows beat against Carson’s
stomach. Lincoln’s tongue came out and licked at his own lips. Carson’s eyes
flicked down to watch the erotic motion. Gods, he wanted to taste those
wine-colored lips.
Maybe Lincoln was
reading Carson’s mind because Lincoln lifted his other hand and laid it on the
back of Carson’s neck. The skin-to-skin contact raced a shiver through Carson’s
body all the way to his toes. His cock was so hard and aching, and he wanted to
touch it but he refrained, waiting…breathing…yearning, as Lincoln continued to
stare right into him.
The hand on his neck
tightened and pulled Carson closer, leading him to Lincoln’s lips. Time stopped
as he traveled the short distance to those moist lips. Just before they
touched, Carson closed his eyes. Lincoln’s hot breaths hit Carson’s face and
then their lips came together tentatively, as if they were both waiting for the
other to make the move. The electricity sparking from just that touch zipped
straight to Carson’s groin and he surged forward, turning his head and opening
his mouth while wrapping his arms around Lincoln’s neck. Lincoln’s hand
tightened on Carson’s neck and the other wrapped around Carson’s waist and
pulled him hard against Lincoln’s chest.
Oh gods, the taste of
the man was heavenly, and Carson attacked his lips, teeth clacking, and a moan
rising from one of them. Lincoln turned his body and pulled Carson onto his
lap. Instantly, Carson humped against Lincoln’s stomach. A scorching heat rose
from within and Carson’s control held by only a fragile thread. Lincoln grabbed
one of Carson’s hands and placed the palm against his erection. Carson gasped,
squeezing Lincoln’s hard shaft, eliciting a rumbling groan from deep within the
man’s chest.
Lincoln pushed his
groin against Carson’s hand and Carson wanted so much more, wanted to touch
every part of Lincoln’s body, wanted Lincoln’s hands to touch him. Carson
pulled away from the kiss and reached for the button of Lincoln’s jeans. Their
frenzied pants filled the space between them. Lincoln reached under the
hospital gown Carson wore, access easy given that Carson wasn’t wearing
underwear. When the rough hand closed over Carson’s shaft, he cried out from
the pleasure of a hand other than his own touching him. He was going to come
too soon.
“S-stop, please…I’m
gonna…” Carson couldn’t catch hold of a single racing thought, couldn’t
concentrate with the gorgeous man’s hand stroking the head of his dick.
“Yeah, you are,”
Lincoln growled and pushed Carson back onto the bed.
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About JC Wallace
JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took
a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently
rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of
publishing with his short, Waiting for
Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity
Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things
men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one
another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC
loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what
his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).
In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with
autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one
on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack
Mountains in Northern NY.
Thanks so much for stopping by, JC! Please come back soon!
