I would like to thank Author J.A. Rock for stopping by to talk with us today and give you stuff (’cause which M/M reading addict doesn’t like an enabler providing them with the chance to win a free book? Serious? 😉 )
You might also want to check out Brandilyn’s recent 5* review for “The Boy who Belonged” by Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock 🙂
Hi everyone, thanks for stopping by, and thanks to Prism Book Alliance for having me!
I got into writing when I was five and wrote and illustrated the epic marine adventure Diver the Small Dolphin, about a dolphin who was very small but could still jump through hoops.
My career took a dark turn at age six, when my mother inadvertently pitted me against pint-sized rising star Dennis Vollmer, an event you can read about in more depth here. I have never forgiven Dennis for writing about marine life and getting published, while Diver the Small Dolphin went unrecognized and eventually decayed to dust on my family’s basement shelf. But I have moved on. Sort of.
I do wish Dennis had the balls to come forward and fight me in an underground cage match, though.
After that came a stretch during which I tried to “find myself” as a writer. A novel about an intergalactic postal system. A tale about the search for Tesla’s death ray. And, in college, a book about a young man trying BDSM for the first time. I put that one away pretty fast because I thought you couldn’t publish stories like that, and that even if I could publish it, I could never, ever let my family know about it.
A couple of years later, tired of keeping myself from writing about things I wanted to write about, I said screw it and started writing M/M BDSM. My family knows what I do, my mom reads my books, and I couldn’t be happier. I love being able to explore relationships that incorporate various levels of kink, and I like taking certain activities or dynamics that are often overlooked or viewed with apprehension and trying to make them accessible to readers.
Last year I started co-writing with Lisa Henry. An awesome decision. It’s like we share the same dark, depraved, wine-dessert-and-world domination-loving brain, but we think just differently enough that we can push a story into a place it wouldn’t necessarily go if it was written by either of us individually.
THE BOY series has been loads of fun to work on. It feels like we’ve created a real family, with its hodgepodge of human, avian, and canine characters. And we get to explore some interesting kinks. I’ve brought an excerpt and blurb for THE BOY WHO BELONGED, and you can read more about the other books in the series here:
You can also check out what else Lisa and I have coming out in the next few months here. Fraternity wars, small town violence, Shakespeare-spouting conmen—something for everyone, we hope!
And if you want to befriend us on the Internet:
THE BOY WHO BELONGED Blurb:
Twenty-one-year-old Lane Moredock finally has a normal life. Six months after he was wrongly made a suspect in his parents’ ponzi scheme, he’s settled down with his older boyfriend, Derek, and is working and attending school. But his happiness is threatened when his mother launches a Christmastime PR campaign to help appeal her prison sentence, and asks introverted Lane to be part of it.
Derek Fields has his hands full taking Santa photos, bird-sitting his sister’s foul-mouthed macaw, and helping Lane prepare for a television interview neither of them wants him to do. As he eases Lane through his anxiety, he worries that Lane sees him as a caretaker rather than a boyfriend, and that their age difference really does matter. He and Lane compensate for the stress in their lives by taking their D/s relationship to new levels–a relationship that Lane’s mother insists he should be ashamed of.
As Christmas draws nearer, the pressure builds. Pushy elves. Snarky subs. A bad fight. A parrot in peril. How the hell is Derek going to give Lane a perfect Christmas when the Moredock legacy threatens to pull them apart before the new year?
Lane turned his head to look at him. “What?”
“What did I just say?”
Lane flushed. “Um…sorry.”
Derek leaned on the bench. “So maybe there’s something you want to talk about instead of listening to me?”
Lane’s flush deepened, but he nodded. “I got, um, I got a call. My phone went off in class. I should have had it on silent, but I forgot. Stupid.”
Lane nodded again. “Um, and it was Mr. Ellison.”
“My parents’ lawyer,” Lane corrected him. “Well, mine too, I guess, but I don’t, um…”
He didn’t want anything to do with his parents anymore. Not their old life, not their legal issues, and not their lawyer. Derek crossed the kitchen and sat down opposite him. “What did he want?”
“My mother wants me to visit her,” Lane said.
“Okay,” Derek said. He reached across the table and took Lane’s hand. “And do you want to go?”
“No,” Lane said quickly. Then: “Maybe.” Tears welled in his eyes. “I don’t know. If, if I did, would you come with me?”
“And if I didn’t?”
“Then that would be okay too.”
“She hurt a lot of people,” Lane said quietly.
She hurt you too, Derek thought.
“What should I do?”
“I don’t think I can answer that.” They didn’t talk about Lane’s parents. Mostly because Derek hated them, and he was afraid to let Lane see just how deeply that hatred ran. He didn’t want to force Lane to take a side. Didn’t want to hurt him. “That’s something you have to decide for yourself. But whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”
Lane nodded and then frowned. “I don’t like that they can still make me feel this way. I don’t like that she thinks she can just ask, and I’ll come running! That’s not fair. And she’ll look down on me like I’m not doing well, because I live in this tiny house with a man who’s not rich and I’m at a community college and I serve fast food, even though I’ve worked really hard, Derek!”
His tears came then, and Derek stood up and pulled him to his feet, into a hug. “I know you’ve worked hard, Lane. I do, and so do Brin and Ferg and Christy and my mom. And you know what? Every single one of us is proud of you. And if your mother isn’t proud of you, that’s her fault, not yours.”
Empty words, he knew. Lane’s brain would find a way to twist them. Find a way to make it all his fault that his mother was the way she was.
Lane snuffled against his shirt.
“What do you need right now?” Derek asked him, running a hand down his spine. “Tell me what you need.”
Lane was still for a moment, and then he raised his head. His breath warmed Derek’s neck. “My collar,” he whispered. “Please.”
Derek kissed his hair. “Then what?”
“I want you to hurt me.” Lane shivered. “I want to show you that I’m strong.”
“I already know that,” Derek said. “You show me every day.”
“I want to show me,” Lane said, his voice firm. “I want to show me too.”
As a gesture of appreciation for fans of Prism Book Alliance and the M/M Genre, J.A. Rock would like to give one lucky commenter a copy of any title from her backlist .
Contest ends 19 Jan 2014 at 11:59pm CST. Must by 18 or older, void where prohibited, etc, etc
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,
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