Saturday, May 25, 2013
Interview of Author J.S. Wayne
Latest Book: Even Groomsmen Get The Blues
Buy Link: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2028
Video Link: http://www.youtube.com/user/MrJSWayne
Born in Amarillo, Texas, J.S. Wayne has lived, worked, and traveled in approximately three quarters of the North American continent, and has amassed a résumé that could kindly be described as "eclectic." He currently resides in Southern Utah, where he attends Southern Utah University as an undergraduate English major with a creative writing emphasis. He is actively involved with the Kolob Canyon Review, SUU's literary journal, as well as the Red Thread Movement, is an Honors student, and is the founder and CEO of Writing Out Child Abuse, a charitable initiative to raise funds and awareness for survivors of child abuse worldwide.
J.S. Wayne's work has been or is being published by Cleis Press, Black Velvet Seductions, the Kolob Canyon Review, Erotic Romance Authors (ERAuthors.org), and one other house he prefers not to discuss. He describes himself as "a male romance writer, without apologies!" J.S. can be found on Twitter @jswayne702, maintains a blog at http://www.jswayne.wordpress.com, and can be contacted via email at email@example.com. He enjoys talking with and hearing from his readers, and he invites you to drop him a line!
Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: To be honest, I went to sleep. I had been up until five in the morning and was awakened at seven by my brother-in-law, who informed me he had crashed the household vehicle into a cow. Yes, a cow. In rural Texas, things like that can and do happen! After two hours of dealing with aftermath, I checked my email one last time before falling into bed. I saw one from a publisher that said “Congratulations!” For a fairly rotten morning, it turned out to be a pretty good day. When I fell asleep, I did it with a smile on my face! :D
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: The hardest part for me is resolving all the characters’ actions and motivations at the end. I love to leave a couple of loose ends dangling, but sometimes that’s just not appropriate. When I have to go back and make sure that everyone got their just desserts, good or bad, that’s the part that drives me just a little batty. I usually spend more time here than on any other single part of a story.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroines? Tell us about your heroine.
A: For “Groomsmen,” I’d have to pick Rose McGowan. Because, I mean, seriously...YUM! She’d be playing Melanie Carson, my feisty bridesmaid. Partly because I’ve thought she was one of the hottest women in Hollywood since “Charmed,” and partly because she’s got the perfect build, coloring, etc. to portray Melanie. Of course, I’d be uber-jealous of whoever played Ben Grimm! ;-D
Melanie’s been carrying a torch for Ben for months, but the stars never quite aligned to get her in position to talk to him. Her friend’s wedding proves to be the perfect time when she sees Ben dancing with one of the children at the wedding. Summoning up a boldness she never thought she could, she asks Ben if he wants to do something naughty!
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroes? Tell us about your hero.
A: I had to tug on my roommate’s cape for help on this one, because I generally put myself in the lead role. ;D Moi? Egotistical? Surely not!! She suggested either Ben Affleck or Patrick Dempsey. Out of the two, I’d have to lean toward the latter.
Ben Grimm was named by his dad after the Fantastic Four hero of the same name. After his fiancee Veronica decides one man isn’t enough and starts sleeping her way through Park Grove in Ben’s apartment, their relationship ends abruptly. Ben doesn’t much care for weddings anyway, and knowing he was supposed to have been married the same day as his friends Mike and Lacey doesn’t improve that situation. But when Melanie approaches him just as he’s thinking about leaving the reception, the afternoon...and the night...suddenly look a little brighter!
Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: I’m kind of a weird cat in that I usually only eat once a day. The rest of the time, I fuel myself with Amp to kickstart the day, Mountain Dew to maintain, and cigarettes to equal it all out. I always have a glass of Mt. Dew on my desk, in arm’s reach but well away from my computer, as well as an e-cigarette. (Unless my roommate comes in and gives me the death glare because I haven’t eaten a proper meal in over 24 hours. Hey, you’d think forgetting to eat would be hard...but the care and feeding of my characters takes priority!)
Q: You’re on a remote island with a beautiful woman , a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: Wow...this is a tough one! I’d probably start by playing 120 Questions with her and committing the answers to memory. Then I’d write a novel with her as the starring character. (If I’m going to be stuck on a deserted island with a beautiful woman, I’m going to bring my A-game!) ;) No sense in wasting a perfectly good beach, or a fire on said beach after dark!
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
I keep a Google account (jswayne702@gmail) which is also my Google Plus account, a blog at http://jswayne.wordpress.com, and a Twitter account: @Author_JSWayne. (I don’t believe in Facebook.) My Changeling Press author’s page is http://changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=179, Cleis is http://www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=493, information about my collaboration with Black Velvet Seductions can be found at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jswayne702, and all my books are available on Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and other popular publishing formats. I love talking with readers and hope y’all will drop me a line!
Ben Grimm hates weddings on general principle. The fact he would have been one of the intended if his fiancée hadn't been sleeping with half of Grove Park isn't improving his outlook. Ben does his duty as Mike's groomsman, but once the ceremony's over Ben's had enough. As he's trying to decide how soon he can politely leave, Melanie Carson, one of the bridesmaids, comes over and makes Ben an offer he can't resist.
One-night stands aren't Ben's style, and the sultry redhead who took him to new heights of erotic pleasure assures him she's not interested in being an angel of the morning. Somewhere along the line, without ever having met him, Melanie decided to offer Ben her heart. Now it's up to Ben to decide whether the exquisite sex is worth giving another woman a chance to break his heart... or if he's ready to try to let Melanie heal it.
EXCERPT: WARNING - Adult Language
Being single and lonely sucked even worse when he had to dress up in a monkey suit and dance around acting all happy for his best friend, Ben Grimm reflected. He loved Mike like a brother, but right now he wanted nothing more than to "adjust" Mike's teal bow tie until he choked the idiotic, I'm-so-in-love grin off the groom's face.
"Jack and Coke," he yelled to the bartender over the thudding beat of the music. The bartender nodded and bustled off to take the order of a rowdy crew at the other end. Ben sighed, running a hand through his ash blond hair, and peeked at the clock surreptitiously, wondering how much longer good manners demanded he stay. Being a single guy at a wedding sucked syphilitic goat peckers, Ben ruminated. The few decent-looking women on display were either taken, too young, or eyeballing another potential conquest, which left him out in the cold.
He didn't begrudge Mike and Lacey their happiness, and he certainly didn't want to be a cloud on their day. If Veronica hadn't done what she had, this would have been a double wedding.
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, he thought sardonically, checking the clock again. His feet ached from standing for most of the day, his lower back was starting to spasm from an overly enthusiastic turn on the dance floor with a cute nine-year-old girl who had a charming lisp and who'd developed the kind of prepubescent crush he just didn't have the heart to turn down, and he felt the beginnings of a low-grade migraine settling in at the back of his head. He'd have one drink, make his excuses, and get the hell away from all this lovey-dovey bullshit.
"Got a date?" a husky feminine voice murmured in his ear, downy soft lips brushing his sensitive lobe.
He whipped his head to the right ruthlessly enough to wrench his neck and provoke a strangled curse. When he saw the speaker, whiplash tumbled to the bottom of his priorities list. She can't be... His jaw dropped, and a gibbering voice in his head screamed, Say something, stupid!
"Were you talking to me?" Ben's mouth felt even drier.
The redhead laughed, exposing the creamy sweep of her throat and rolling her shoulders so the tips of her breasts pressed against the teal satin of her gown. "I thought if I didn't come talk to you, you were either going to slip out the door or jump out the window." Her large eyes, the exact shade of her dress, played over him appraisingly. "I'm Melanie."
He stuck his hand out awkwardly. "Ben."
She took the offered hand. His cock pressed uncomfortably against his zipper, responding to her heat. Six months of enforced monkitude had done nothing to make his errant manhood behave itself, and Melanie was sexy enough to push every hot button he had just by engaging in basic social contact. For a moment he entertained a fantasy of her spread-eagled on a bed while he took her, and he locked the erotic thought down fast. If he'd been a little quicker, he might have avoided the painful erection the woman before him had triggered.
Melanie pulled away, sliding her gaze south of his cummerbund as if mentally subtracting his tuxedo from the equation.
"You planning to drill through the wall? Or can I suggest a better use for that?"
Ben flushed. "I'm not sure what you mean..."
Melanie cut him off with the faintest hint of an eye roll. "Sure you're not. Look, I'm lonely, horny, and need to fuck. You're obviously up to the job -- unless you're here with someone?"
He growled a little. "Unless you count the groom, no."
She nodded. "I'm with Lacey's party." She paused for a moment, looking up at him with great significance. "I've been watching you."
Ben's eyebrow lifted skyward. "Oh?"
"Lacey told me what Veronica did to you. We work together," she added. "I've always thought Veronica was a stuck-up little c --"
"Young lady?" Ben asked, keeping his tone just on the socially acceptable side of polite as he parried the epithet he knew trembled on Melanie's luscious lips.
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Thank you all very much for coming by and hanging out with me today, and especial thanks to Marianne for letting me come in and bring a little madness! Hopefully we’ll do it again soon!
Posted by Marianne Stephens at 12:01 AM