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D. H. Starr is a clean-cut guy with a wickedly naughty mind. He grew up in Boston and loves the city for its history and beauty. Also, having lived in NYC, he enjoys the fast pace and the availability of anything and everything. He first became interested in reading from his mother who always had a stack of books piled next to her bed. Family is important to D. H. and his stories center around the intricate and complex dynamics of relationships and working through problems while maintaining respect and love. His favorite books tend to fall in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, and coming of age. To learn more about D. H. Starr and his books, please visit his website at www.dhstarr.com if you are 18+. To view his young adult work and resources, visit www.dhstarrYAbooks.com.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Blacque / Bleu by Belinda McBride


Title:               Blacque/Bleu
Author:          Belinda McBride
ISBN:             9781607378662
ASIN:              B004FN2D3A
Publisher:       Loose Id
Price:              $6.01
Rating:           5 Stars

Blurb:
Lukas Blacque is a deeply closeted werewolf, and almost more than anything in life, he desires his neighbor, Oliver Bleu. Oliver is a vampire who is slowly dying from insomnia. More than anything, he needs Lukas Blacque and the rich blood that flows through his veins.

On the day that Blacque makes an important commitment to his family and pack, he also succumbs to temptation and agrees to a passionate weekend with the alluring vampire. At sunset on Friday, it’s all about urgent lust and the drive to lose his virginity. When the sun rises on Monday, lust has shifted to love and devotion. He's not sure he can walk away, even for the commitment he's made. He's even less sure Bleu will let him go.

In Blacque’s world, vampires and werewolves make uneasy bedfellows, and a gay werewolf is an impossibility. In Bleu’s world, all living creatures are little more than vessels for food and sex. But in the mysterious and magical town of Arcada, the unexpected is always waiting right around the corner. Now Blacque and Bleu just need to survive long enough for Arcada’s magic to work for them.

Doug’s Review
Blacque/Bleu is the first book I’ve read by Belinda McBride and it certainly won’t be the last. I met Belinda at this year’s GRL in Albequerque and she was such a bubbly personality, friendly and all smiles. I listened to her read a section from an upcoming release, the sequel of this book, and I had to read the story inspiring what I’d heard.

The story follows Lukas Blacque, a werewolf, the son of the pack alpha, and Oliver Bleu, a vampire nearly a century old who never wanted the life forced upon him. While the two get off to a slightly rocky start, Blacque bumping into Bleu in a bar and a near brawl, the ensuing sex they share in the alleyway was nothing short of red-hot. And it set in motion the coming together of two of the most vibrant couples I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in a long time.

On the evening of this life-altering moment, Blacque’s father tells him he’s planning for Blacque to become the next alpha. Not terribly social to begin with, taking the position of alpha was setting him up for a lot of resentment…which would ultimately lead to challenges. Add to the mix he’s gay, something frowned heavily upon in his world, and the stakes for survival rise even higher. Yet he can’t deny what he feels for Bleu and agrees to a weekend of exploration and connection with the alluring and beautiful vampire.

Bleu has watched the handsome wolf ever since he moved into the mystical town of Arcada. He’s let himself go, miserable in his isolation and in having the life of a vampire forced on him. He’s so weak when we meet him, he’s at the point of fading completely. In order to survive, to continue to exist, he needs blood more powerful than the human food he’s lived on; Blacque’s rich werewolf blood.

As their weekend progresses, Bleu can’t deny the depth of his feelings for Blacque. At the same time, the large were is surprised at how natural being with a man feels and how much he loves to relinquish his control and submit to the man who’s quickly capturing his heart. When the weekend is over, they end their brief affair before their relationship can even begin. What follows is a wonderfully heart wrenching, action-packed story which examines the depths of each their longing and needs while forcing them to balance desire against duty.

Blacque / Bleu touches on all of the elements I so adore in erotic romance. First and foremost, it’s a love story. It delves into the inner emotions of both characters, displaying their raw wants, while portraying the monumental forces which conspire to keep them apart. The sex they share is both physically astounding and emotionally packed. Whereas Blacque is experiencing physical sensations and feelings entirely new to him, Bleu’s heart is blossoming as he realizes he still has the capacity to love. Add to those interwoven story lines the ascension of Blacque into the alpha’s inner circle and Bleu’s past coming back to threaten everyone, and you have the recipe for a masterpiece.

I read this book over three days, needing to take time to stop and simply think about what I’d read. And then, about two-thirds of the way through, it was like a bomb exploded and I couldn’t put the book down.

For those who love paranormal romance, this is a must read. For those who love exquisite love stories, this is a story you can’t afford to miss. All I can say is I can’t, can’t, can’t WAIT until the sequel releases on December 4.

Rating:           5 stars

Monday, August 20, 2012

Introducing Authors Exposed


Over the past month I have had the wonderful opportunity to plan and prepare for the launch of a new blog called "Authors Exposed". This blog brings together several authors of M/M erotic romance with the purpose of interacting directly with you, the reader. 

Who we are (click over name to be redirected to their website):

The way we work:
Every two weeks we will post a reader question or topic on our blog. All of the participating authors will then respond so you can hear a range of responses. It's as simple as that. If you want to ask us a question you can visit any of our pages on the blog and send us an email. We are also establishing a Goodreads group and a group on Facebook so you can feed us your questions.

We want to interact directly with you and learn what interests you, what angers you, what you like that you're seeing in the books you read and what should be eliminated or avoided. This is a forum for you. We just get to be the lucky passengers who learn from your interests.

The site will be going live on Monday, August 27 so stay tuned.


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The men of Feed. Prey. Love.

Talib


Talib is one of the heroes of the story. He’s a 200 year old vampire, originally from Palestine, who has experienced disappointment after disappointment in terms of the people in his life. But no disappointment was harder to accept that his failure when he lost control one fateful night and turned a human into a vampire. Having been turned against his will, Talib swore he’d never do the same to another. This failure sends Talib into a life of seclusion. He feels it’s better to live in isolation where he can’t hurt anyone else, rather than risk making another mistake.





Conley


Conley is a handsome human with a sculpted body. Men lust for him and Conley is never at a loss for attention, but the attention is surface, shallow, and ultimately leaves Conley feeling even more alone. What drives Conley is his fierce intellect. He loves books, etymology, and above else, he’s a master at the meaning of names. Whenever he meets someone, he can’t help but share with them the meaning of their name. Of course, once he opens him mouth, the physical interest of his potential lovers fizzles like air rushing out of a balloon. When he meets Talib, someone who immediately appreciated Conley for who he is, not just how he looks, something awakens within Conley. The problem, Talib doesn’t want to be tempted by another human.



Jonah

Jonah is the vampire Talib turned nearly a century ago and is the reason he has kept himself in seclusion. As a human, Jonah was fiercely intellectual, a professor at Harvard, and extremely arrogant. When he set eyes on Talib, he knew the man (or vampire although he didn’t know it at the time) was someone he wanted. After Talib turned him, his arrogance intensified, his superficial needs and desires bolstering him to a place where humans were merely food, toys to be played with before killing them. After Talib spurns him, Jonah slinks into the shadows, waiting for his chance to exact revenge. That time comes the moment Talib lets his guard down and begins to love Conley.


Buy Links

Ai Press: www.ai-press.net

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Alexios' Fate by Kayla Jameth

My friend Kayle Jameth has been kind enough to share her hot book Alexios's Fate with me so I can shire it with you. The excerpt below is hot. I need a cool shower now. But then again, what could possibly be hotter than a once straight man figuring out he prefers the company of men?
                                                                                                  -D. H. Starr

Alexios' Fate takes place in Iron Age Greece at the beginning of the 5th century BC. That may sound ancient and evoke thoughts of mud huts and stone tools, but it was actually the Classic Age of Greece. All the achievements that Greece is famous for occurred at this point in history. (For you Gerard Butler buffs, my story predates the 300 by nearly 20 years.)

The world that Prince Alexios lives in is exactly what any man of his age expected. They are closer to their world than the modern man is and the magic is still present. The gods and their lesser brethren still walk the earth.

Onto this stage, walk my characters:


Prince Alexios is a young man who has just come of age. He is expected to take up the duties of a man; chief among these is to take a mentor. His father further expects him to make an advantageous marriage alliance when aristocrats didn't typically marry until they were in their 30s. Needless to say, Alexios is not pleased by this.


King Lykos is from one of the neighboring city-states. He and a few other kings have been invited to Alexios' coming-of-age celebration as a possible father-in-law/mentor. His is a mature warrior and statesman, a true man's man for his era.


Galen is Alexios' slave and has been with him for better than half of his lifetime. While Alexios has always treated him well, he has still had a rather trying past few years.

Alexios' Fate is the first story in the Apollo's Men series.


Blurb:
The mature King Lykos has a sexy confidence that turns Alexios' head. Seduced by Lykos, Prince Alexios discovers a world of men he's never known before.
Meanwhile his slave Galen has gotten tired of waiting in the wings. He sets out to woo Alexios and win his heart.
Even Apollo can't leave Alexios alone. The young prince finds himself pursued by a god and in danger of a perilous love.
How will Alexios follow his heart when he unwittingly wins the favor of a god? Can Alexios escape the fate of Apollo's past lovers and have the man he wants?


Excerpt:
After seeing to the fiery steed, he paused to give his own colt some of the fragrant grass and scratch his ears. The shift in his colt's ears alerted Alexios to the presence of someone else in the stable. With a final pat on the withers, he turned toward the intruder, pleased to find Lykos.
Lykos descended on him with fire in his eyes. A shiver raced through his body as Alexios realized he wanted whatever the older man had in mind. Once more his cock stirred to life as Lykos swept toward him like a wave before the storm.
"Ah, there you are. I wondered if I would still find you here. It took me longer to get away from the others than I would have liked."
"You followed me?"
"I asked your brother where you had gone."
He crashed down upon Alexios and bore him back against the side of the stall. The king slipped both hands under Alexios' tunic, grabbed his ass, and tugged their groins together. Alexios thrust against Lykos almost before he could get his hands on the hips surging against him like the tide.
"I knew you wanted me. I watched you get hard on the deck of my ship."
"Maybe that was just the excitement of being on a warship, naked in front of the whole crew."
Lykos threw back his head and laughed, startling several of the drowsy horses. "We shall see about that!"
Blunt fingers massaged and parted the hillocks of Alexios' ass before one probed his hidden valley. Like the advance scout of a conquering king, the digit explored him with a thoroughness that caught him unaware and left him breathless. When Lykos' finger passed over his opening, the tip pressed lightly. His blood thundered in his ears so loud he almost didn't hear the groan that ripped from his throat.
"Like that, do you?" Wine scented breath played along his neck. "I'll show you other things you will like even more," the dark voice promised more of the world of men Alexios had just discovered.
Alexios allowed himself to be turned until he faced the wall. Cool air washed over his lower body as Lykos eased his tunic up to his waist. Something hot and hard slid between his nether cheeks, rubbing up and down his crack. When the head pushed against his hole, he leaned back. He wanted more, but had no idea how to go about getting what his body craved.
A deep chuckle vibrated against his back. "Easy. There will be plenty of time for that. But for now we'll take it slow."
The older man thrust up his cleft a few more times. Lykos shifted and his cock slipped under Alexios' ass to rub on the sensitive skin behind his sac. He pulled Alexios' hips back against his groin until the head of his cock mashed against Alexios' balls. With a groan, Alexios placed his crossed forearms on the wall and rested his head on them, pushing his hips back into Lykos' solid body.
Alexios smiled at the sudden hitch in the older man's breathing. Maybe the control didn't rest solely in Lykos' hands.
"You want me, Prince? I'll give you all you can handle."
"I think you want me too."
"I'll show you what I want you for!"
Hard hands drifted over his hips and thighs, stroking the skin and making his body tingle. He pushed back against the strong body holding him, shoving the head of Lykos' cock into his balls again. Twin moans entwined in the dark air.
"Squeeze your legs together tightly." The sexy rumble commanded instant obedience and a thrill shot down Alexios' spine.
Girls had never had half this effect on him when he fucked them. Why were men so much more arousing? Did he enjoy the take-charge attitude of the man holding him? Did he prefer hard bodies and firm hands over feminine softness? The answer to his questions rose ever-proud before him. Precum leaked down his length and pooled in the dark hairs at the shaft's base.
One hand grasped his hip and held him steady as Lykos drove his engorged cock between Alexios' thighs. The other hand wrapped around Alexios' damp cock, gliding up his shaft to squeeze the head with a gentleness unexpected in hands used to the sword. The firm grip slid back down to the base, the moist friction heaven on Alexios' skin.
His panting breaths matched the gasps of the older man as he thrust with growing fervor into the king's hand. Lykos let him set the pace. He stood while Alexios' hips snapped forward into his hand then drew back against him, rubbing the man's hard cock over the sensitive skin and into his balls.
"Come for me, erômenos."
With an inarticulate cry, Alexios pulsed out string after string of pearly cum. Dazed by his release, he wondered how much cum a man could spend in one day before he ran dry. When the last spasm left him weak, he slumped back against Lykos.
Muscled arms encircled his waist and kept him upright as the older man plunged between his legs with increasing urgency. His balls swung back and forth under the onslaught. Lykos surged forward and buried the entire length of his cock within the sheath of Alexios' sweat slicked skin. Hot cum bathed his balls as the man holding him twitched his hips forward in a series of shallow thrusts.
Lykos' weight on his back bore them both down against the wall, pinning Alexios beneath the king's larger, heavier frame. Content to be held in place while their harsh breathing slowed, Alexios marveled at the speed at which he had yielded to the man.
"You called me 'erômenos.' I'm not your beloved. You aren't my mentor yet."
Lykos nuzzled the back of his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Is there any doubt? Theocritus enjoys bringing a youth to heel. Andronikos doesn't have the taste for taking an erômenos. Philon is too old and his daughters already wed."
After their breathing slowed, the king stirred. Lykos stepped away from him, allowing his tunic to drop back down into place. Alexios' cum covered cock and balls grew clammy. He reeked of sex. He hoped his father and the other kings would think he had indulged with one of the slave girls. His standing with his father, not to mention his father's plans to acquire an advantageous alliance, would suffer if any of the other kings discovered what he had just done. He resolved to garner an alliance with the man who had just shown him a world he wanted to become part of.
"I believe you are competing in three days. When I see you there, naked before everyone, I'll remember that you wore my seed."
Alexios endeavored to settle his tunic to hide the evidence of what they had just done. The cum on his cock and balls made the cloth cling suggestively to him. He searched in vain for something to wipe the thick fluid off. After noticing the amusement on Lykos' face, he settled for washing with some of the water from the large collecting tank. He might not be wearing the man's seed any more, but the smell clung to him and his clothing.
"Now, my young prince, return to your father's house. I will remain here a little longer."

Lykos aimed a playful swat at Alexios' ass as he left the stable.



A knight and a former princess, Kayla Jameth now spends her time writing m/m romance. A true Renaissance woman, she has done everything from cross stitch like a proper lady to welding with the best of them. An eclectic life has left her with a unique understanding of the world inhabited by men and an appreciation for the difficulties faced by men in m/m relationships. It is her devout wish that her experiences translate into a richer telling of such tales. A minor in classical history left her with a special love of ancient history, especially during the classical period.

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Saturday, April 14, 2012

My Experience With Autism and Special Needs

Fact about Autism
There is no blood test, no scan, and no image that can detect autism. Diagnosis relies on behavioral observation and screening



As an educator, I have come into contact with autism in all of its multiple forms. In fact, I love the term "spectrum" which is used to describe the wide variety of degree and impact this condition has on the individuals affected. Students diagnosed with autism generally receive special education services and have Individualized Educational Plans (IEPs as they are called in schools). Like any child with special needs, there are multiple hurdles which must be overcome in order for a person to reach their full potential. Some of those hurdles are addressed by professionals who are trained in supporting people with autism, but other obstacles can only be overcome if people change their views on what it means to have "special needs".

Just about every group of people who deal with people with special needs, have misconceptions about what that actually means. Students fear being labeled and parents fear their students will lose self-esteem or get stuck in a track that will hold them back from achieving their full potential. Unfortunately, even some teachers hold different standards and expectations for children with special needs. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "Well, that would probably be okay work in this class, but this is really good work since it was the special ed class who did it."

People with special needs can achieve everything that people without special needs can achieve, they just require modifications to how material is presented because they learn differently. My experience with autistic people is they can fall between the cracks because they are quiet and don't draw attention to themselves. On the opposite end of the spectrum, they can be highly functional academically, outperforming students at their grade level or even in higher grade levels, but who act out due to a different sense of socially acceptable behavior. These kids get labels as quiet and average or smart and trouble-makers. But if a person has autism, they are neither. Instead, they require the correct set of supports to adequately challenge them and to present material in a manner which suits their personalities and needs.

If I could impart one message to everyone, it is to remember that if someone has special needs, whether that classification is given due to autism or any other condition or diagnosis, it doesn't equate to lesser abilities. So when you hear people holding lower expectations for people with special needs, even if they are doing so with good intentions at heart, speak up, educate people and let them know that we all have special needs from time to time. Heck, I'm a bitch at least once a day so, when that happens, people need to adjust their approach with me or risk getting their heads snapped off. I may not have an IEP, but that doesn't mean I don't have specific needs at different times.

My two protagonists in my newest novel, Feed, Prey, Love which is now available through Ai Press, amazon.com, All Romance, and Barnes & Nobles, are very similar to people with autism, actually. Talib, a two hundred year old vampire has isolated himself from society, not feeling like he belongs and feeling misunderstood by both humans and other paranormals. Conley, an understated human, wants to find someone to accept him for all his quirks, but has learned that men only see him for his beautifully sculpted outer shell. Once they get a glimpse at his peculiar intellect, they run for the hills. It isn't until these two men meet that they find the person who provides what the other needs and then both are able to flourish. Of course, I had to throw a villain into the mix to threaten their happiness, but what fun would a romance novel be without that kind of tension?

For more information about my new release and other books I have written, you can visit my website at www.dhstarr.com. If you would like to purchase Feed, Prey, Love, you can purchase a copy at www.ai-press.net, at amazon.com, All Romance, or Barnes and Noble.

I will give a free copy of Feed, Prey, Love to someone who responds to this blog. I'm interested to hear what your experiences have been with people who have special needs.

Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Feed, Prey, Love Meet Conley Berillo

Hey everyone:

A few weeks back, I introduced you to Talib Eldrige, a two hundred year old vampire. Now meet the other protagonist of my upcoming novel, Feed, Prey, Love. Conley is a sweet, understated guy who's uber hot and a bit geeky.







Conley Berillo stared at his computer in the billing department of Miriam Hospital. His isolated, windowless cubicle was squeezed into a forgotten corner of the basement, just the way he liked it. The person utilizing the adjoining cubicle was threat enough to his solitude. While most of his co-workers bitched about the job, the depressing room, their lives, Conley was content to remain in his private little hole, away from roving eyes and unwanted attention.
His fingers danced over the number pad to the right side of the keyboard. The rapid clicking on the keys sounded like the patter of rain on a roof during a thunderstorm. He didn’t need to look at his fingers or the screen to know he input the data accurately. This was his ideal job. Consistent, familiar, predictable. A new stack of bills each day.
Listening to the steady tap of his fingers, the numbers streaming in orange across the old DOS system, Conley calmly settled into his seat. He didn’t need or want to be creative. Creativity was for people who wanted to be noticed. His whole life, he maintained a low profile.
Images from his childhood crept into his wandering mind. Recollections of an awkward, pale, wiry, boy. The last one picked for games. Never invited to parties. His only friends the characters in the books he loved to read.
Finding the hidden stack of his mother’s Playgirl magazines provided the first clue to his primary difference. The barely-clothed men on the covers captured his attention and he couldn’t resist opening one magazine to look inside. The sight of the tanned, muscled men, erections arching along their bellies, drew him in as if inviting his eyes to absorb every vein. The ridge which separated the shaft from the inflamed glans evoked longings he didn’t understand. He had been eleven at the time and spent countless days in his mother’s closet when she was still at work, masturbating to those beautiful men, fantasizing what he might do if only they were real and there with him.
In high school, rather than join the relatively active GLBT club, he retreated deeper into his own shell. He didn’t fear rejection, fairly certain he would be, but something inside grew uncomfortable around others. Even in college, where being gay was not only accepted, but seemed to be popular, he still couldn’t bring himself to join with the community. Like oil and water, they mixed together, but never truly combined.
His few sexual experiences had occurred after dorm parties. All involving him on his knees blowing a guy, but never receiving a blowjob in return. He hadn’t even kissed anyone before. Instead, he had come to expect physical contact to be sporadic, followed by proclamations of how fuckin’ wasted the guys were afterwards. The boys never talked to him when he saw them around campus, not even glancing in his direction as they passed by.
Everything in his life screamed “different”, “outsider”, “you don’t belong”. And he accepted it with little resistance.
Turning back to the mound of papers in front of him, Conley sighed and continued punching in code. A hint of heaviness settled in his chest, the thoughts of his youth and his loneliness like a vise creating an uncomfortable pressure he couldn’t seem to escape. Before he had a chance to obsess, his phone rang, causing him to jump. The double-ring meant it was an external call. Only one person would call me at work.
A brief smile crossed his lips as he picked up the phone. “Hi, Purvis.”
“How’d you know it was me? Never mind. You got a minute to talk?”
Conley considered whether to be truthful before answering. Purvis was his first, well, to be honest, his only real friend. Still, ever since he had moved into Whispering Hills, something inside him had begun to bloom. The presence of paranormal creatures opened him up. He had never questioned why he felt so awkward throughout his life; not until he lived with paranormals. They too seemed to live in isolation, outcasts like him, who didn’t really belong to the world they inhabited. Once he began to interact with the residents of Whispering Hills, the parallels between their existence and his own became obvious.
While most humans rejected paranormals—acknowledging they were real, but keeping them as far away from their lives as possible—Conley embraced them. He knew too well what it felt like to be ostracized and for the first time believed he belonged.
In fact, moving to Whispering Hills after college hadn’t been a choice. It had been a compulsion. The need to live with others like himself, people who existed alongside scrutinizing, hateful people following their every move, overpowered him. In the wonderful building at the top of the hill, diversity was embraced. Even the humans who lived there were more approachable, more open-minded and accepting of difference.
“Conley, you still there?” Purvis’s voice was light, a hint of a giggle coming through the phone.
“Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a few minutes. What’s up?” He held the phone tightly in his hand, bracing himself for what Purvis might say. If there was one thing he could count on about his friend, it was complete unpredictability.
“So, you know I’m throwing a party tonight and you’re going to be there.”
Purvis’s voice was even bubblier than usual, causing Conley’s smile to fade. The fairy was up to something.
“Anyway, I—”
“Please tell me this isn’t another one of your set-ups.” Conley didn’t know if he could handle another set-up. Not when Purvis was using his own Fairy Dust before playing matchmaker. It was as if every male in Providence became an Adonis as soon as Purvis used his dust. Unfortunately, Purvis’s lust-induced version of an Adonis usually translated into a sober person’s troll, literally.
“Don’t interrupt. And, since you are being such a prissy little—”
 “Okay, sorry. Go on.” Conley rolled his eyes, well aware Purvis couldn’t see him do so.
“Much better.” The chipper tone returned. “To answer your question, yes, this is another set-up, but this time I know the guy will be perfect for you. I’m sure of it.”
“That’s what you said about the last guy. Remember, the lanky elf who wore make-up…sparkly make-up no less.” Conley appreciated his friend’s attempts to pair him off, but he preferred his men to be men.
“I’ll admit he was a poor choice on my part. I was thinking of my own tastes with him, but this one is different.” Something in Purvis’s voice changed. He sounded more serious, as if he were truly certain.
“Who is this perfect man you have lined up for me?” As much as he didn’t want to allow his hopes to rise.
“I’m not telling you. All you’ll do is create reasons why he isn’t good enough for you. Just remember to pick up some Nectar of the Valley when you get off work and bring it over to my place. I need about ten bottles. Actually, buy eleven. You and I can drink a bottle when you get here.” He paused., then, “Just make sure you dress hot!”
Before Conley could respond, the line went dead. Turning back to the stack of papers in front of him, he continued working. He’d sworn never to let Purvis push another man in his direction. But there had been something in Purvis’ tone…something…different this time. As he worked, he couldn’t help wondering about this mystery guy. Who would inspire such certainty in Purvis? Could it really be possible after all? As the hours passed, Conley’s anticipation of meeting someone new lifted the heaviness weighing him down before the call.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sloan Parker

Ok, so here is a comparison I've made in my own warped way between Sloan Parker and Leonardo DiCaprio. When I think of Leo, I can't think of one movie he's done that wasn't excellent. Well, I wasn't crazy about The Beach, but that movie is offset by all of his other AMAZING movies. Well, Sloan Parker hits it out of the park with each and every book she writes. It's utterly amazing and makes me drool with both jealousy and hunger for her next book.

You can learn more about Sloan by visiting her website at http://www.sloanparker.com/index.htm

So, enjoy this intgerview with Sloan.


Some basics so readers can get a snapshot of you:

1.   What’s your favorite food?
Oooh, that’s a tough one. I love Italian. I could eat pasta or pizza almost anytime. Oh and the homemade tacos and burritos we make are yummy.

2.   What’s your favorite movie or television show?
I don’t really have a top favorite of either. There’s too many good ones to pick from, but I did just start watching Hot in Cleveland and am having a great time with it. Betty White rocks that show! And I just saw Crazy, Stupid, Love. It had one of the funniest moments I’ve seen in a movie in a long time.

3.   In your spare time you like to?
My favorite way to spend my free time is to just hang with my sweetie. Lately we’ve been catching up on TV shows we’ve missed in the past few years. Snuggling on the couch while we watch is one of my favorite things.



You the author:

1.   Who is one of your favorite protagonists and what do they think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you?
I don't think I could ever pick just one. I have loved all my heroes. In fact, I wouldn't have kept working on their stories if I hadn't fallen in love with them. For me each man is so unique, with his own set of admirable qualities that it's hard to compare them.  I have been surprised by some of my secondary characters, though. They came alive in ways I hadn't expected. I was caught off guard by how much I came to love Nancy and her kids, especially Adam, from Breathe. I’m not sure those kids would want to hang out with me, though. If they did, they’d want to know why I did what I did to their house. Adam would probably have a few choice words for me. Guess I’d just have to remind them how good they have it now and how happy their Uncle Linc is now that he’s found Jay.
2.   If you could have a relationship with one of your characters, who would it be? Why?
As I’ve said I fell in love with all my heroes. But…if I was forced to choose one, I guess I’d say Richard from More. All that attention and compassion and passion directed at you would be a hard thing to pass up.
3.   How much of your stories come from your own life and how much comes from your imagination?
I’d say a great deal is from my imagination. Usually my character details and the starting points for the stories begin from things like observations of those around me, from strangers, songs, movies, TV, and real-life stories. Then my imagination runs wild as I outline the story. The characters become something very unique. Their actions and reactions are driven by who I have created them to be.

4.   Do you write your stories or are you a conduit for your characters?
I was just talking about this with some writers in my local writing group. So many people talk about their characters talking to them, directing the story, etc. I rarely feel this way. I do get surprised by what comes up in the writing and what I start exploring about the characters that I wasn’t expecting, but rarely do I feel like there is this person in my head talking to me. It’s more like I become these characters or I can put myself in their shoes to tell their story, but it’s still me directing them through their actions and interactions. I create a detailed character sketch for each of the main characters , so as the plot moves along, I know how these men will react to each situation. 

5.   Which book is most unlike you? Where did it come from?
Definitely More.  Not sure how I got started thinking about it, but I wanted to write a love story where three people all met at the same time, where one of them was the most reluctant to get into any relationship, someone who was avoiding love, and tell the story from his point of view.



Getting Personal:

1.   Captain Kirk or Dr. Spock?
Captain Kirk. That man just knew how to give a look. 

2.   Which was worse? Elementary, Middle, or High School?
Middle school. God, kids are so darn mean at that age. 

3.  Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring? Why?
Fall. Love the change of colors where I live. Love the cooler weather where you can put on jeans and a sweatshirt and head outside. Love breathing in the crisp air and listening to the swish of the leaves as you walk.

Thanks so much, Doug. These were really fun questions!

Sloan Parker
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