JC Wallace talks Diventando: The Vessel ~ Interview, Excerpt, Giveaway

Prism Book Alliance would like to thank JC Wallace for taking the time to talk with us today.

Diventando

Title: Diventando: The Vessel
Author: JC Wallace
Publisher: Amber Allure

Hi, everyone! Welcome to the Diventando: The Vessel Blog Tour. I want to thank Prism Book alliance for having me as a guest for another blog tour! Here is some information about me. In addition, I’ve included an excerpt as well as a link to enter blog tour giveaway!

Interview:

A quick Q&A with JC…AKA the boring stuff and the writing stuff!

You’re from NY. Tell us about where you grew up.

I was born and raised in a small town in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains of NY and live on the border of Vermont. I spent my summers swimming in Lake Champlain and playing in the mountains. The street I lived on had tons of kaids and we all played and grew up together. I don’t live too far from that small town now.

Tell us about your family.

I have a beautiful partner who is the love of my life. I have three children, two girls and a boy, ages 21, 19 and 10, a grandson who is two and a granddaughter who is two months old. They are the best!

What was your major in college? Tell us about your current job.

I had planned to major in writing/English Lit, but ended up in psychology/counseling and now I’m a Behavior Analyst with individuals with autism and behavior challenges. I love my job.

What do you do besides working and writing?

I love to read all types of M/M, especially paranormal romance. I’m pretty much M/Ms bitch, lol, and it’s all that I read. I also like to head out on weekends and spend time with my partner and family. We get out and explore new places.

How many M/M books have you read?

Over two thousand, at least. Thank god for e-books or I’d need a larger house! P.S. Not really cause I really only read electronic books. I haven’t bought a paperback fiction book in years. The reason being that I am constantly on my computer and Nook and iPhone writing, reading and doing work and, oddly enough, my eyes now have a hard time reading printed books.

What inspired you to start writing?

I always enjoyed writing as a kid. I wrote throughout my teens and early twenties. I was highly inspired by Stephen King. I am a huge fan of anything paranormal/horror/supernatural/etc. After I read Pet Cemetery when I was fifteen, I decided to write my own story. Not great but it was a start. When college and kids came, I put writing away. I came back to it about two years ago. Last year, I finally decided to seek publication and was pleasantly surprised when that happened.

What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?

Good writing requires many elements. First, you need get to the point, without overloading with unnecessary words, and metaphors and similes. I like writing that is crisp and clean, that avoids passive voice, and avoids overuse of adverbs.

Setting and characters are just as important as plot. Characters can’t be out there in white space (no mention of setting). Good writing weaves setting into the interactions of the characters and avoids paragraphs of description. One thing to remember with main characters is depth. They need histories, futures, wants and desires, likes and dislikes and faults. Good writing makes characters real—human. Secondary characters are just as important. It isn’t all about the MCs. Paying attention to secondary characters creates additional layers in a story, but shouldn’t muddy it up.

Plot!!! Plot, plot, plot! Have one! Also, good writing follows the mechanics of story writing. Every story, play, movie, TV show, etc. follow a story arc. Ignore that and the reader will be thrown off and may feel cheated. I don’t plot out my stories on paper, but in my head, I’m always thinking about the plot points and where they fall in the story.

What comes first, the plot or characters?

It’s different with every story. Diventando: The Vessel started as a weekly flash fiction story using weekly prompt. One of the first prompts was “someone is getting sick.” That started the idea that Owen is sick. I knew I wanted to write a demon story

The idea for Dare To Love Forever came from wanting to do a unique vampire story and reading about the concept of Tabula Rasa (blank slate) online. What if, as a vampire, you bit someone and wiped his or her mind clean?

Curiosity Killed Shaney came about from the statement, “Someday your curiosity will get the better of you.”

My short story Waiting for Snow, came from the idea of a man shunned by his family and church for being gay. On Christmas Eve, he’s standing outside of that church while mass is going on inside. I also added another idea I had about finding love at a stop light.

All a story needs is one seed of an idea and it can roll down that slope and gain speed and before you know it that story is something awesome!

Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?

I have several WIPs. I am part of a group called Wednesday Briefs, that does weekly flash fiction using a list of prompts provided our leader. Each week, I post an installment. The current story is called The Hollow: Soul Seekers. Levi is nineteen and has suffered from some level of anxiety most of his life. He feels hollow inside, incapable of real feelings and emotions. He fears that the meds he is taking is what is causing his inability to feel. When he stops his meds, he experiences moments when he feels something, but soon realizes these moments correspond to the appearance of a mysterious man in black. When his emotions spiral out of control, Levi needs answers, which come from his old college professor. What she tells him lies in the realm of the unbelievable, however soon Levi’s life is danger and he must turn to an unexpected source for help.

Check out Levi’s story at Wednesday Briefs.

Also, I have another story that is currently at the mid-point which is a demon/MPreg story. In this race, the male members carry the children.

Keep up to date on the publication of Owen’s story at www.jcwallacebooks.com.

Excerpt:

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.

Blurb:

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.

About the Author:

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.

Author Links:

Website: www.jcwallacebooks.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/jcwallacebooks.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jcwallacebooks

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7237038.J_C_Wallace

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jcwallace  

Buy Links:

Amber Allure

Giveaway:

Click here to enter the Diventando: The Vessel Blog Tour Giveaway!

Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

Brandilyn
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