Hi, everyone! Welcome to the Diventando: The
Vessel Blog Tour. I want to thank
Crystal’s Many Reviewers for hosting me for another
tour!
I have done many author interviews on other blogs
and generally, they tend to be the same questions about myself and my writing. It’s
good to answer those however, this time, I thought I’d answer some questions
that are a little off the beaten path. Hope you enjoy. I have also included an
excerpt from Diventando: The Vessel as well as a link to enter my blog
tour giveaway!
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Owen McIntyre is no stranger to the
Grim Reaper. Diagnosed with leukemia at the age of fifteen, he's spent the last
ten years slowly dying. With only two weeks until his next checkup, Owen’s body
is already warning him that he is no longer in remission. Tired of the
countless meds and chemo, not to mention the way his family coddles him, he
decides to live and die on his own terms and forgo treatment. When he meets a
lively college professor named Turk, conquering the man becomes part of Owen’s
bucket list. But as Owen gets to know Turk, he starts to see him as more than a
fling, a luxury that a dying man doesn’t have.
But what if, suddenly, everything
Owen knew to be true turned out to be a web of lies and deceit—even his
diagnosis of cancer? Taken hostage, tied to a bed and subjected to painful
experimentation, Owen's nightmare of leukemia is a far cry from the horrors he
will face. No longer able to trust anyone in his life, including Turk, Owen is
alone and cut off from the world. He has to make the hard decision to trust
those who have betrayed him, including Turk (who he cares for deeply), or die a
lonely death. With time running out, he’ll not only fight to live, but fight to
want to live again, and even that might not be enough to save him from
the evil that lurks inside.
This is a hard review for me to
write. I am a huge fan of Mr. Wallace
and because of that I guess I hold his writing to higher standards. I have become accustomed to reading his books
and having him throw curve balls at me every time I think I know how a plotline
will progress. However, in Diventando
while he was able to still get me on a few details the main plot line of the
story seemed very predictable and almost formulaic to me. Saying all this I have to make sure you
understand that I did not dislike the story by any means, I just expected more
from Mr. Wallace.
One of the things I love about Mr.
Wallace is how his characters are always so well developed and believable. From the beginning of the book you fall in
love with Owen and Turk and can’t help but pull for them throughout the
book. Owen is the cute video game nerd who is
getting tired of battling cancer and Turk is the handsome university professor
who gives him a reason to fight again.
Overall this is a wonderful m/m
paranormal romance and I look forward to more books by Mr. Wallace.
(ARe and Amazon availability coming soon)
Do you write naked?
I
do not write naked. What I do naked is confidential information. LOL.
Have you ever been in trouble with the police?
I
have never been arrested but, when I was 17, I was driven home by the local
police. I was stopped while I was driving a carload of drunk friends around after
9pm. I wasn’t drinking but you had to have a special license to drive after 9pm
if you were under the age of 18. The cop was a friend of my father’s so he
drove me home.
.
Have you ever gotten into a bar fight?
Sadly,
I have not. I tend to be a happy drunk!
Do you drink? Smoke?
I
drink a very limited selection of beer. No liquor. Can’t stand the taste of any
of it. And, no, it’s not because I haven’t found the right liquor yet. I don’t
smoke, except when I’m really drunk, which is very rare. For some reason, I
crave nicotine when I’m sloshed to the gills.
What is your biggest fear?
Like
any parent, my biggest fear is that something will happen to one of my
children. Now that I have grandchildren that fear is for them, too.
What do you want your tombstone to say?
He
lived. He laughed. He loved. He died happy.
Where is one place you want to visit that you
haven't been before?
I
want to visit somewhere so beautiful that it takes my breath away. Not sure
where that is but someday, I will find it.
If you were an animal in a zoo, what would you
be?
I
don’t think I would want to be an animal in a zoo. I would want to be free. My
animal of choice would be a tiger.
What is something you want to accomplish before
you die?
A
month ago, I would have said it was to find the love of my life. I can now say
that I’ve found that person and that person ended up being a girl! (Can you say
“straight-for-you”?). She is one of the best things that has ever happened to
me.
If you could have any accent from anywhere in
the world, what would you choose?
I
love Irish accents! My brother-in-law’s parents are from Ireland. I can listen
to them talk for hours.
Do you have any scars? What are they from?
I
have several. Some chicken pox scars, gashes from when I was kid that could
have used stitches, one from a plate put into my left leg (broke my leg in
three places), one from a tendon transfer in my left hand (sliced the tendon in
my thumb with a knife) and several from gall bladder surgery.
Do you dream? Do you have any recurring
dreams/nightmares?
I
dream a lot. I have a recurring dream that I can’t remember my locker
combination even though I’ve been out of school for over 20 yrs! I also dream
that I have tests I didn’t study for or assignments due I didn’t complete. I
have many school PTSD issues!
Turk shook his head, drinking
from his bottle of water. “I’m on sabbatical for the semester.”
“I have no clue what that
means. Is that like a vacation?” Owen asked as a pair of mallard ducks soared
in and landed on the water.
“No. Tenured professors
who’ve been with the college for more than five years can take time off to
conduct research or special projects. You saw Harrison at the restaurant last
night. He is the one who asked me to join the team.”
“He seemed really intense
when he was talking to you. What’s the research for?”
“Possessions.” A nervous edge
had crept into Turk’s voice and his muscles tightened. He looked out at the
ducks, and then visibly relaxed. “Like I said, Harrison and I met last year at
a conference. We have similar research interests and have talked often about
collaborating on a project. Unfortunately, the funders of this project are
getting impatient and want results.”
Owen had heard everything
Turk said, but his mind was stuck on possessions.
“Possessions? Like evil spirits?”
“Demons, actually.”
Owen’s eyes widened,
wondering if Turk was yanking his chain. “Seriously? Are you saying they
exist?”
Turk gave a stuttered
chuckle. “There are claims of demon possessions all over the world. Whether
they’re true or not, that’s up to science. We’ll see what we find.”
Owen thought about movies
he’d seen with demon possessions. His favorite had been The Omen. For some reason, he’d been a bit obsessed with the movie
as a kid.
“Wow. That sounds so
interesting. I know nothing about demons or ancient stuff or anything like
that. We had to read some mythology in high school, like Dante and Zeus and
stuff, but those weren’t my favorite classes so I didn’t pay attention. I’m not
sure why because, from what I’ve seen in movies, it’s anything but boring.”
Turk finished his sandwich
and closed up the cooler, moving it from the blanket to make room. When Turk
sat down, he was closer to Owen, their knees brushing, as they both looked out
over the water.
“Wayne said you started
living with him about six months ago.”
Owen nodded and swallowed
hard. “What else did he tell you?” Did Turk know about Owen’s illness? Were
these pity dates? Why did that thought crush Owen’s heart?
Turk shook his head. “That’s
it. Except that you’re gay.” Turk grinned and glanced at Owen.
Owen relaxed. “He tells the
truth,” Owen said coyly. The conversation had finally circled around to what
Owen wanted, but could he still use Turk for sex? Shit, he wasn’t so sure, now.
“Oh. And you’re twenty-five.”
Owen nodded. “Truthfully,
Wayne told me absolutely nothing about you.” Owen allowed his knee to rest
against Turk’s. Even that small touch heated his core. Gods, he was flirting
like a nervous high school student. Owen generally went after what he wanted, without
innuendo or flirting. Why was this so different?
“Well, you know that I’m a
professor of mythology and I’m addicted to muscle cars and online video games.
I’m…um…thirty-one.”
What else did Owen need to
know other than top or bottom? Why did Owen want to know so much more?
...Standing, Turk reached
down and pulled Owen to his feet with amazing strength. Without dropping Owen’s
hand, Turk led them the short way to the water’s edge where several rocks lined
the bank. Owen drew in a deep breath and soaked in the positive energy from
nature.
He was glad Turk had dragged
him out and turned to tell him that, until he heard the rustling in the grass
near the water’s edge. Owen’s heart seized as a longer-than-fuck black water
snake slithered past his feet.
“Fuck!” Owen screamed and,
like the little girl he was, climbed the front of Turk, wrapping his arms and
legs tight around the man.
“Whoa.” Turk laughed and
wrapped an arm around Owen’s back. “Is that a snake or are you just happy to
see me?”
“Oh, my gods, it’s like ten
feet long!” Owen’s only fear in life and it had to rear its head when he was
with Turk.
Turk chuckled with an
embarrassing amusement. “I’d give it three feet tops. I’m guessing you’re
afraid of snakes and not just super horny?”
Owen nodded into Turk’s neck.
“Ugly, slimy, creepy, beady-eyed little bastards.” As Owen’s heart rate slowed,
he peeked over Turk’s shoulder. “Is it gone? I so need to get down and try to
salvage what’s left of my manhood.” Another date down the crapper.
Turk hummed low in his chest.
“I don’t know, but maybe you should stay put just to make sure he doesn’t have
any friends.”
Oh, that thought drew a gasp
from Owen’s lips and a shudder.
“Just kidding,” Turk said.
“He’s out in the water.” Turk pointed to the slim body sluicing across the
surface. “I think they’re pretty territorial so I doubt there are others
around.”
Owen surveyed the ground,
wondering if that were true. When he pulled back, ready to get off Turk, he
paused, noticing the man staring at him intensely.
A heated blush suffused
Owen’s face and he fidgeted, wanting to look away, but powerless to break the
gaze. Inside, Owen melted into a pile of goo, enamored that someone was looking
at him as if he were something more than a fuck, possibly someone special.
“What?” Owen managed to
whisper.
Turk slowly allowed Owen to
slide down the front of his body until his feet hit the ground. Their close
proximity made Owen feel vulnerable, exposed. Damn, he liked Turk, really liked
him, and that wasn’t a luxury he could afford.
“You’re amazing,” Turk
whispered, and lifted Owen’s hand chivalrously, pressing his warm lips to
Owen’s skin. Owen watched each movement as he held his breath. Turk pulled Owen
tight against him. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I want to keep you
close, learn everything I can about you, take you home and never let you go.”
Oh, hell.
Owen’s heart tripped,
skipping a beat. What poured into his soul was new and foreign, warm and
bolstering and so fucking right…and just maybe worth fighting for? Could he
endure another round of chemo, endure another round of poison, for the chance
to have Turk in his life, to have more time?
“You make me want to fight
again,” Owen whispered without thought.
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 a beautiful partner, three kids, two
grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack
Mountains in Northern NY.
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