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Title: Alex’s Surprise & Saving Alex (Unexpected #1 & #2)
Author: Chris McHart
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Meg Bawden of Bawd Designs
Genre: Alternate Universe/Alternate World, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal
Series should be read in order.
Alex’s Surprise: Alex wanted a night of hot passion with Gerome, but he gets more than he ever bargained for. His life will be changed forever in a world where he’ll be thrown in jail— or worse— for being pregnant.
Alex’s best friend, Sam, has been acting strange ever since he met Alex’s one-night stand, but now Alex needs help in order to hide, and Sam is his only hope.
Saving Alex: Not only is Alex pregnant, something punishable by jail time, but Gerome, the father of the baby, is a vampire prince. When strangers invade Alex’s home and kidnap him, he doesn’t know who is responsible, if he’ll ever see the man he loves again, or even get to see the child growing inside him.
Considering himself the father of his lover’s child, Sam has a hard time standing around and letting others plan Alex’s rescue. But when the Prince and his trackers find an important clue, the race to save his beloved is on. Now all he can do is cross his fingers that the scheme they’ve devised will work.
When Prince Gerome receives ransom demands, the instructions are clear: mate a complete stranger or he’ll never see Alex or the child he carries again. Will he be able to convince his newly intended to help, or will those seeking to dethrone his family win this evil game of blackmail?
Caution: Contains a kidnapping, unwanted matings, a scheming king, way too many people that follow their own plans and a highly pregnant Alex
Ten things I wish I had known before becoming a published author
So, I’m here to talk to you about the ten things I wish I’d known before I became a published author. Let’s start, shall we?
- It makes high. I thought it would be good, to see my name on A***on, or the other distributors. I was so wrong. I stared at the small picture of my cover, reading the title and my name over and over. I get totally high on seeing it. I could spend hours doing it. It still happens with every release, so I’m not sure this will stop.
- Cover. I really wish I’d known BEFORE I filled out the cover forms how my characters looked like. Or what I wanted on the covers. Or… it would’ve spared me lots of explaining and “no, do it this way…” or “can you please do it like that, even if we already had like ten tries?” So, word of advice: Give your cover a couple of weeks thought, before you fill out any forms.
- Galley proofs. The nearly final version of the book. Don’t think you’ve got lots of time to read it. Check the return date. Yep. I didn’t. I read the whole book in one evening.
- Then, edits. Your manuscript looks like someone butchered Smurfs on it? Or like your editor ran amok with the lilac? I expected editing to be hard. I wanted it to be hard. But this? This was insanity. I love good, solid, tight edits. But I could run away and hide every time I open a round of first edits, and all I see is so much color, the comments don’t even fit on the side. I never expected it to be so hard.
- Edit yourself harder. I thought I could get away with the odd repetition or so, but nope. I couldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I didn’t, because it makes my writing better and the story easier to read, yet, I wish I could’ve learned it a softer way.
- Get help. There are people who’ve figured out a lot of things already and who are willing to help you. You don’t have to invent the wheel new. Ask. Ask. And always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. It helps a lot if you mean it, as well. (Just from an experience I had with another author, who asked me a couple of questions. Saying ‘thank you’ never hurts)
- Playing Candy Crush becomes addicting. You didn’t know? Just friend me and a few fellow authors on facebook and then log into your Candy Crush account. You’ll meet us all there. ☺
- Publishing is addicting as well. The thrill of finishing a MS. Doing the edits. Sending it off… I hope it never gets old. It’s a high I get even paid for!
- Checking sales figures is very time consuming. I know what I’m talking about. No advice on this one, though. I’m still figuring out a cure myself. If anyone knows, please tell me.
- And, the last one: If I’d known how great if feels to get emails by people telling me they loved my books, I’d have started writing sooner.
- The moments when you look at your MS and think ‘this is useless trash’ and when you get your MS back from a crit partner, and they spent lots and lots of time to tell you in how many ways your MS sucks? (Been there, done that, still thankful for my critpartners. I wouldn’t be here without them) I wish there’d be a way to get an email, telling you the reader loved, loved, loved your book while you’re sweating over your book.
- This is what I’m writing for, and finally, I get some feedback, showing me I touched the hearts of the readers! This is what I’m writing for, and if you are an author as well, work for it. You have to be published first, and then, maybe one day, you’ll have an email, telling you the reader loved your story.
- And, if you’re a reader, take a second, rate/review the book and maybe just drop the author an email and tell them you loved their book. This means the world to us.
I’m not really sure if this is some valuable advice for anyone, but I had a lot of fun coming up with the list. So, find me on Candy Crush, tell me what you thought about the list, and let your favorite author know you liked their book!
Alex zapped, annoyed, through the channels. He lounged on the couch, bored out of his mind. Sam, his best friend and roommate, had taken up the recliner, reading something. Maybe Alex should do that as well? Watching TV wasn’t going to keep him entertained, since nothing caught his interest, no movie, no documentary, nothing. He zapped on, but stopped at a news report showing a pregnant man. He sat up a bit straighter. What was up with that?
The man’s stomach was swollen, showing he was at least five or six months along. His hands were cuffed in front of his baby bump and tears were streaming down his face. The camera showed a courtroom full of people, slowly sweeping over the interested men and women watching the process.
Alex turned up the volume. What had the man done? And why was he pregnant? He’d heard it was possible, but he’d never encountered someone who’d actually experienced that.
The reporter’s voice came up. “Robert B. was tried for violation of the racial laws. Today’s sentencing was long awaited. No one had heard of pregnant men for years, and there had been uncertainty about the actual jurisdiction in such cases. B., who is, according to doctors, six months along, was sentenced to five years in jail. His child will be put in an orphanage until he is released. The fathering sire has no legal claim over the child. He will be able to visit his child, but he can’t get guardianship over him or her. The child and the carrier will be outcasts of society after that.
“B. broke down after hearing the judge’s decision. Even though it’s forbidden, he clearly hoped the old laws would be overturned. Instead, the judge confirmed that male breeding between the races is still forbidden and punishable. With that, back to the studio.”
The picture changed, now showing a woman in a suit, smiling at the camera. “Thanks to our reporter in Berlin for a summary of today’s events in court. Now to the weather…”
Alex turned down the volume, muting the forecast. He turned to Sam, who had apparently put down his book to watch the news as well. “Did you hear that? How can they judge someone because he got pregnant?”
“I have no idea? Maybe because it’s wrong? Are these children dangerous? I’ve never met one, or heard of one, for that matter, but I guess there’s a reason it’s forbidden. The whole pregnant man thing is so strange, no wonder it’s against the laws. Who knows what’ll come out of such breedings.”
Alex frowned. A new life was precious, not wrong. He couldn’t imagine a child being dangerous, even if it was mixed. Children born from interracial relationships were allowed, as long as one of the parents was female and the other male. Why this didn’t apply to children born from a same-sex relationship was beyond Alex. Even if it was unusual for a man to be pregnant, he shouldn’t be put in jail for something like that.
This was the first case in a long time, according to the reporter, but he’d not given a reason why the laws were upheld. “It’s still wrong to judge someone for getting pregnant.”
“I don’t know. Like I said, there must be a reason why it’s forbidden.” Sam picked up his book again, ending the conversation. Alex took a moment to study his friend’s features as he buried himself in yet another sci-fi book. He was quite handsome with his blond, unruly hair and his strong jaw. The gaze of the piercing blue eyes that never seemed to miss anything flew over the page, pulling Sam into yet another outlandish adventure.
Maybe Sam was right. There had to be a reason it was against the law. Alex was kind of sorry for the man who now faced five years in prison, but then, the man knew what he risked with getting pregnant in the first place.
Alex settled back and focused on the TV again. Sam was not in the mood to discuss the matter anymore, his mind clearly on the story he was reading. As if they’d need sci-fi to experience something unusual. Ever since paranormals had come out of hiding back in the 1980s, going to certain clubs could be more adventurous than anything an author could come up with.
Maybe he should go out today? Blowing off some steam wouldn’t hurt. He’d not gotten laid in quite a while, and a night in one of the mixed clubs sounded too good to resist. It was better than staring at a rerun of a movie.
Alex switched off the TV and stood. “I’m going out, do you want to come with me?”
“What do you have in mind?” Sam looked up from his book. “Dancing? I thought of going to the Downtown.”
“Na, go without me. I’m not in the mood for that crowd.”
“You sure? It’s been months since you’ve been out.” Alex wasn’t surprised, Sam wasn’t one to go out much, and he despised big crowds. The Downtown is a huge mixed club, catering to all kinds of paranormals and humans. Not that paranormals were forbidden anywhere, but they, as well as humans, preferred to stick with their own kind. One of the exceptions was a club like the one Alex was going to visit. A night of dancing, and maybe getting laid, sounded better with every second.
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About the Author
Chris McHart is from Germany and, while an accountant, writing is Chris’s real passion.
Chris likes to spend time with family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking.
Whenever Chris has a free minute, it’s spent writing on a laptop, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the worlds Chris’s muses have created.
When coming up for some air, you’ll find Chris on a lot of social networks. Check out Chris’s website to see where you can find out more. Chris looks forward to hearing from you!
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