Saturday 11 May 2013

Right Here Waiting...

Have you ever woken up and thought where the hell am I? I seem to be doing that a lot lately, I look around me and have no clue how I got here or how to find my way back to where I started from. Then there are the days like right now when I actually believe it may be better if I gave up the fight and let the other side win – I just wish I knew who the hell the other side is.

Julian McKenna rested his head back against the dirty wall where he sat. His body still trembled from whatever caused him to end up where he was right now. He could have sworn that last night he went to sleep in his own bed. For fucks sake he’d even begged Davie to tie him to the fucking thing. As uncomfortable as it was he knew deep down that when he closed his eyes he was a place that should have been a comfort to him, yet when he opened his eyes today he was once again bodily in a place he shouldn’t be. Hell, by looking around at his surroundings he wasn’t even completely sure he was even still on Earth. But if he wasn’t on Earth then where the hell was he?

The sound of approaching footsteps had Julian instantly on guard his body alert to whoever was heading in his direction. Usually on these little jaunts he never encountered other people so this was all knew to him and somewhat frightening as well as exhilarating – maybe now he would finally get some answers to whatever was happening to him. Yet a strong part was telling him to tuck tail and run like hell – not ever looking back – because his brain wasn’t going to handle what was to come.

Pity Julian had never ever listened to reason…

The fear mechanism in his brain must have been malfunctioning since birth because when normal people would be running for their lives Julian stood proud and tall and faced everything head on. Whereas Julian thought of it as bravery others proclaimed it was stupidity, and at this moment in time he wasn’t quite sure who was right – it was a pretty even race.

Slowly getting to his feet and making as little noise as possible. Julian pressed his entire body against the grimy wall at his back and waited. Whatever was heading in his direction he had all intentions of meeting it standing on his feet.

The footsteps of the unseen being changed slightly and Julian got the impression that maybe they had just realised they were no longer alone. The strange thing was Julian felt no sense of malice drifting in the atmosphere. Whoever the unseen person was he wasn’t there to harm Julian. Maybe he didn’t know Julian was there at all.

Julian’s heart rate sped up as a shadow appeared at the corner of the building across from him. Whoever was coming was almost upon him and now it was too late to run – even if his brain allowed him to do so.

The being which stepped around the corner was not at all what Julian was expecting. For a moment Julian was dumbfounded as he took in the man from head to toe. His waist length blonde hair fell in a golden shower down his tall and whisper thin body. Skin so pale, yet with just a hint of a golden sheen enthralled Julian who had taken a step toward the man without conscious thought in what he was doing. The man’s age was undetermined. His flawless features drew Julian’s gaze to the shocked and the seemingly innocent crystal clear blue eyes before him.

The man’s clothing was odd and somewhat different from the attire Julian wore. It consisted of tight form fitting trousers and a looser shirt, though the shirt fit snugly around the chest and shoulder’s it fell loosely to mid-thigh, and was the deepest shade of midnight blue, strangely it suited the man perfectly. On closer inspection Julian made out the intricate Celtic looking design done is silver thread around the neckline and base of the tunic.

“You came.” Though shocked at the words Julian found it hard not to note the lyrical tone to the man’s voice. “I never thought my call would be answered.”

With a trembling hand the beautiful man reached out and cupped Julian’s stubbled cheek. Julian’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, deep inside something told him this was where he was meant to be – this place felt like home.

“Where are we? Who are you?” Julian fought to keep his voice strong as he forced his open and once again locked gazes with the man before him.

Pain or maybe hurt washed over the man’s face before he finally spoke. “My name is Oleander Marris. I’d almost given up all hope of ever having you by my side. As to where we are I would only offer this advice. We are where we need to be and I have always been here. Right here waiting…”

The first thing which flooded Julian’s mind was not the fact that he still had no clue where he was but that the man standing in front of him was named after a poisonous flowering bush. What kind of parents did that to their child?

“Oleander, huh? Do you mind if I call you Olli?” He asked casually. Fear spiked through him momentarily when the sense of more people heading their way. “On second thoughts I think we need to get away from here unless we want more people here with us.”

The slight widening of Olli’s eyes told Julian the other man hadn’t sensed the approach of yet more people. Shock rocketed through him when Olli grabbed his hand, and threaded their fingers together, as he began leading Julian through the narrow and shadow filled streets.

“Who’s following us, Olli?” Julian asked as he followed as closely and as quickly as he could.

A unmistakable shudder ran through Olli’s body. “It’s probably the Fearmac and we do not want to be caught by them.”

“And just who are the Fearmac?” Julian demanded as he pulled Olli to a stop.

“Your family, and we have been running from them for as long as I can remember.”

With that one small revealing sentence it was like the walls inside his mind came crashing down and everything that had once been lost was now open for his perusal again. The first and clearest thing was his name – Jewelian Fearmac. First born son of Lorkian Fearmac, and heir to the throne of Abidan Kapalli.

Wherever the hell that was.

Wednesday 8 May 2013

Words Of Wisdom & For The Love Of God - Is It Time For Coffee Yet?

This is the size of the cup of coffee I wish I had sitting beside me. I'm still doing the friggen taxes but I am now seeing a light at the end of that proverbial tunnel.

I just have to separate the receipts now into the three different groups that I need. At least having to do them again I now have everything in the one place and a system set up that works for me - hopefully it will work for the accountant as well.

Other than that I've been trying to organise my books both in my head and on my computer. (well my laptop because my computer bit the dust. The tower fried itself - so I have to organise getting a new one). I have found that while going through notes etc I have a whole file of story ideas... just random bits of paper where I have written down a scene or a persons description - hell, I even have partial conversations that I have over heard and thought - hmmm now that would make an interesting scene. 

Mind you I look at some of the stuff I have and have to think - now why the hell did I think it important to save you? So while I am going through I have a bag full of stuff I can burn and get rid of. Then what's left over I will sort out into Adult and YA. and put the ideas folder somewhere where I can see it all the time so when I'm stuck I can go through it and see what works.

I've also been trying to catch up on my character profiles... These are the most important things ever when you have an ongoing series. Just so you don't screw up the little things and have your readers chew you out because you got it wrong... And with as many series as I have in the works I need all the help I can get.

Okay rambling on here isn't getting my work done or my coffee made... so I am out of here until I stop by and update you all again on the trials and tribulations of the life and times of N.J. Nielsen.

Tuesday 7 May 2013

The Winner Is - Passions Hero: The Alpha King

After the age old way of choosing pulling a name out of the trusty straw hat (I have one of those really cute little pork pie numbers)
The winner is:

Gigi

(I have passed all relevant information onto Vicktor Alexander and you should be hearing from him soon).

Monday 6 May 2013

Ahhhh - Am I Going Insane OR Is This Just Another Story Idea?

Well, the answer to that is: more than likely. I feel like I've been doing taxes for so long that I'm going through withdrawals from not writing - I liken it to something akin to caffeine withdrawals. So to counteract the feeling I've decided to put the taxes aside for the day and just write something.
I don't care whether it's something I already working on or the new idea rattling around inside my brain. I woke up at like 2 am  and wrote this little bit down.

The Soul Guardians: Loving Callum McKenzie

- If the truth be told, Callum McKenzie looked just as good dead as he did when he had been alive. The mere fact that the dead man was now standing in my living room staring at me with big sad eyes should have had me running away screaming. Yet instead, all I could do was open my arms and wait for him to enter my embrace... Is it bad that I'm happy-albeit in a freaked out sort of way-that he sought me out when he could have gone to someone who had actually been his friend in his life? And now that he's here what the hell am I meant to do with him?

I'm not sure if this Callum McKenzie or the guy he runs to, (must think of a name - any suggestions?) Next question is this a zombie book? a vampire book? or something else like alternate universe? & who the hell is Callum Mckenzie?

Sunday 5 May 2013

Vicktor Alexander - Passions Hero: The Alpha King


BLURB:

While on a delivery for the GPA with his adopted sister Josie, Talon "Tal" Versuthion's space shuttle crashes onto Tumaro, the notorious wolf-shifter planet. Tal a Vermithian humanoid, is lucky to be alive, though Josie can't be found. Desperate to find her, Tal meets the Alpha King, Blazell Roughshire, his mate, and his life and the galaxy changes forever. But before the two men can settle into their new relationship, they must deal with  conspiracy, murder, kidnapping and a centuries  old plot to completely eradicate the human race. Can Tal, who has made it a point to never fall in love with anyone, open his heart and let Blaze be Passion's hero?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This book contains scene of rape or near rape.

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Genres: Action/Adventure, BDSM, Comedy, Family & Relationships, Fantasy, Gay, Paranormal/Alternate World, Romance, Science Fiction, Suspense/Mystery, Vampires

ISBN: 9781614957300



Passions Hero: The Alpha King.

I was working at Allstate Insurance when I got the idea for Passions' Hero. Dividing my time between offering people insurance quotes and imagining a world or worlds with shape shifters, beautiful humanoids that had been biologically altered after the destruction of the Earth. My mind swirled with images of beautiful people, named Vermithians, and suddenly I saw the golden eyes and sun bleached blond hair of a young man who crashes on the planet Tumaro and finds himself mated to the Alpha. Only this Alpha was more than an Alpha, Blazell Roughshire was the king, the Alpha King.

For the first time I was imagining a story that was about two men. I had been listening to and reading Gay romance for about six months by the time I got the idea for The Alpha King. My first foray into  the world of stories of men loving men was Mary Calmes: Change of Heart that I actually purchase from Audible by accident. You see on the cover Jin looked like a slim woman, her back to the audience, topless. I was drawn to the cover and didn't read the blurb. I was working at Walmart, dealing with the pain of the injuries I'd sustained while serving in the Army and the one I'd sustained while working at the superchain, and I find myself bored out of my ever loving mind while I stocked toys, bags of sugar, household supplies, clothes, and electronics. So I bought an Android phone and downloaded the Audible app. I went on a buying spree and spent almost $100 the first time I ordered audio books. When I listened to Change of Heart I was shocked, intrigued, and yes aroused, when I realised the two main characters were men, gay men.

I had friends who were gay, I had met Angel and Justin my freshman year of high school and between the three of us and our friend Ryan, we were inseparable. I'd attempted to write a short story about Angel and Justin hooking up and after they laughed at my attempt to write gay sex, I'd given up on ever trying again. From Change of Heart I went into Stormy Glenn's: Wolf Creek Pack and Amy Lane's: Promise Rock series and Andrew Grey's: Farm series. I was addicted, I was hooked and then I was writing.

Whenever I had down time at work, which working in Allstate Insurance I had a lot of down time, I would craft and create Tal and Blaze, their families and their world. I though of my favorite countries (Britain, Italy), my favorite periods (Medieval, Regency) and my favorite genres (paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, futuristic) and I thought of how I could take pieces of each of those things and put them all into one story. Tal's voice rang loudly in my ear, Blaze's deep rumble haunted my dreams, and before I knew it, my job with Allstate Insurance was over because my doctors had put me in a wheelchair and I was spending my days at home, writing anywhere between 12k-20k words a day on the story that i simply titled: The Alpha King.

I shared the story with a few people and was amazed at how many people loved it and then I pulled a classic Vic and I didn't submit it for publication anywhere. I talked about it but I didn't send it off. Before I knew it I'd written and published the Tate Pack books and The Alpha King was still sitting in my WIP folder. When I was told to submit a book to Silver Publishing, I did so (with trembling hands and butterflies in my stomache). When it was accepted I shouted for joy.

I'm so excited to finally be able to bring Tal and Blaze into the light for public consumption. Tal has a special place in my heart, with his courage, bubbly personality and his desperate need to simultaneously  run from and also find his fated mate, he's unique and memorable. While Blaze is harsh, all Alpha male, with a sweet, creamy center that grips your heart and makes you fall in love with him.

Blaze and Tal are the couple that makes you fall in love with them, both people not just one or the other, and their story is hopefully one that will not only stay with the reader but desperately make them want more of Tumaro, Edifice, the GPA, Passion's Hero, the galaxy, and all of the people who make up Tal and Blaze's world.

** I'm offering a free ebook copy of the book to one person who comments.**

EXCERPT:

 Tal opened his eyes and looked around, wincing at the harsh glare of the light above him. Turning his head slightly, he glanced around the room and realized he lay on a bed, a very soft bed, and the room décor and furnishings had been done in soft golds and greens. Tal instantly felt at ease, not only the colors but, inexplicably, also by the presence of someone in the room, which didn't make any sense because Josie knew not to enter his guest quarters when they were given rooms to sleep in. He sighed and closed his eyes to return to sleep. His brain clicked into gear. He been headed off course towards Tumaro and his shuttle had crashed. Josie had been with him…

 Josie!

 "J-J-Josie?" he croaked.

 Clearing his throat, he raised his voice and tried to sit up in bed, which he seemed incapable of doing. "Josie!"

 The doors to the room flew open and Tal found himself blinking up at the massive, hulking man who'd rushed inside.

 "Are you okay? What's wrong?" the gorgeous man asked.

 Tal's brain effectively shut down again and he let his gaze rove over the man's features. Tall, really tall, gorgeous, with long black hair, a pair of the lightest blue eyes ever. While his skin had a darker shade than Tal's, it still appeared paler than that of other Tumarons.

 Shaking himself out of his reverie, Tal answered, "J-Josie… my sister, where is she? She was with me on the shuttle. Where is she?"

 Reaching out, he grabbed onto the front of the man's gray shirt and held on as tight as he could, which in his weakened state wasn't all that tight. What if Josie hadn't survived? What if she had and tried looking for him? What if the Tumarons had found Josie and made her their slave? Were they about to do the same thing to him? What if he never saw his sister again?

 Tal looked around the room frantically and realized what he'd thought had been a bedroom, actually appeared to be a clinic. He began to panic, his breath coming faster when he imagined all of the horrible things that could have happened to Josie, while he'd been lying in a hospital bed, apparently being taken care of.

 The big man frowned when he sat down on the bed. Tal noticed and appreciated the look of concern on the other man's face but he had to find his sister.

 "There was no woman when we found you, beauty," the stranger said, his voice low and full of confusion.

 Tal's brain paused momentarily at the endearment. The man didn't know him and while Tal found him attractive, he felt too stunned to really appreciate it. Then the other man's words sank in.

"What? No. No. No! No, you have to be wrong! She was sitting in the seat next to mine, she was there! You have to go find her! You have to go and find my sister! Josie! Josie!"

 Frantic, Tal sat up swiftly, swaying a bit and pushing away the hands of the mysterious man who seemed determined to try to make him lay back down in the bed. "Let me go! I have to go and find my sister! Josie!" he screamed and got out of the bed and tried to race for the door, stumbling along the way.

 The solid wood swung open in front of him and he barreled into a very wide, very firm chest.
"Whoa there, where are you running off to?" the man attached to the chest spoke.

 Tal flushed with warmth. He wanted to wrap his arms around the body before him. He wanted to wrap his legs around the bigger man's waist and never let go. Tal raised his eyes up, past the thick, muscled, tanned neck to the square jaw, dusted faintly with a dark, stubbled shadow, to the aquiline nose that spoke of an aristocratic heritage, and finally to a pair of the most gorgeous, dark blue eyes Tal had ever seen. The man's long, black hair that hung to just below his shoulders and his large frame turned him into Tal's walking wet-dream come true.

 Tal quickly reconsidered the crazy notion when the man in question growled low in his chest and clutched Tal fiercely to his chest before burying his face in his neck. Tal squeaked in surprise but amazingly did not pull away. He felt safe in the man's arms, even though he didn't know his name, and he never wanted him to let go.

 Tal's world spun when the man in question quickly jerked him behind him, pressing Tal against the door.

 He growled at the other man in the room, "Mine."

 His voice sounded low and forceful, growly and full of authority and power. He would not be one to be messed with. He ruled in the room at that moment and Tal kind of felt happy the guy seemed to be on his side, even if he didn't exactly know why.

"Blaze? Are you saying that this… humanoid… is your mate?" the first man asked incredulously.

 The man named Blaze turned to look at Tal, his eyes softening rapidly, a slow smile coming to his fac. He inhaled deeply, breathing in Tal's scent, his eyes closing in rapture before he turned back to answer the question.

 "Yes Buck, he's mine… my mate."

 Tal's eyes widened, another squeak escaping at the word mate. His mother's words about how he would feel upon meeting the person destined for him came rushing back. He stepped away from the man called Blaze and backed into the door behind him, his eyes wide and his body quivering in fear. Blaze met his gaze, his eyebrows raised in question

 "Fucking shit balls," Tal breathed. "Hell no." He shook his head quite forcefully before he slipped back into unconsciousness.

About the Author:

Author: Vicktor Alexander


Info: Vicktor Alexander “Vic” wrote his first story at the age of 10 about his youngest sister and her destruction of the world…with her breath. Always one who pushed the edge of convention, it wasn’t long or much of a shock, before he was writing interracial historical romances. However, Vic realized that his heroes seemed much happier when they were hanging out with other guys and that was when he discovered the M/M genre. Vic now enjoys writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches his fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. Vic is a huge fan of the “happily-ever-after” ending, but while his characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love, they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life.  No fluff writer here, Vic’s stories can be slightly gritty, dark and hard hitting, but the reason for that, is that love is sweeter when it’s been fought for and won. Never satisfied with only one genre, every book that Vic writes falls into more than one category and has each main character experiencing more than one orgasm. Out and proud, Vic does not believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, by sexuality as well.  Vic loves to make people laugh and when he’s not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, he’s reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with his very supportive adopted family, taling to his adopted daughter Catrina, seeking the man or men who can handle his crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from his writing by drooling over pictures of John Barrowman and Shemar Moore.

Friday 3 May 2013

Em's Turn.



I'm gonna be out today at the hospital with my mum while she has her second cataract operation done. At least this is the last one.

So I thought I would play you some pretty music before I go just because I can.

All these songs are how I feel about my Taxes - LOL - no seriously I hope you enjoy them all.