What is your opinion on the “chicks
with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be
emotional or romantic?
There are as many
different types of men in the world as there are women. I have a lot of
gay/lesbian friends, and I don’t believe in labeling anyone. Some friends are
emotional and romantic, and some aren’t. Believe me, I know guys built like the
proverbial brick out-house, who are very romantic <3 i="i">
What are you working on now?
Too many to list LOL. But
I have a couple of WIPS for my Demonica universe. One that is kinda along the
lines of the Perseus/Andromeda myth. This was originally inspired by a single
pic of a man chained to a cliff being rescued by his hero astride a giant eagle
– yes, it’s that easy for me to create a world. I’m also revisiting old fairy
tales. I already have Bedazzled, Snow, and Firebird released with Silver
Publishing, and there are three to go: Horse of Bells, Enchanted, and Red.
When creating your characters, do
you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?
I’ve usually gone for
totally fictional, and then been thrilled when the cover artist has found
models to match my imagination. With one recently, as I wrote I spotted pix
that fit, so I saved them and labeled them as the characters, and have passed
these to the cover artist. However, with one of my WIPs, I’ve tried a different
tack for me. I’ve actually looked at pix and thought ‘He’s perfect for…’ and
created a file of images containing people, places, and creatures that will feature
in it.
Do
you believe it’s important for you to know the gender of the author?
No. I read the blurb, I look at the cover, and then I decide whether
or not I like the book. Gender is irrelevant to a good story.
If you’ve watched gay porn, tell me
your favorite movie and or star.
Yes I have, but I don’t
have a favourite movie or actor.
Name two male celebs that you’d
like to see in a hot make out session?
Viggo Mortensen and
Orlando Bloom (from their LotC days) equal with Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom
(from PotC days)
Create a gay scene for your two gay
stars in 5 sentences or less?
The boys are in a private
booth in a bar. Viggo accidently spills his drink onto Orlando’s chest, and the
material turns transparent, to reveal a large, dark areola, and peaked nipple.
Both men hurry to dab at the material. As their hands touch, electricity
sizzles along their nerve endings, and they stare into one another’s eyes,
seeing the same hunger each feels. Simultaneously they lean together, their
lips meet…
Favorite character in one of your
books?
Ull, the demon from Ange
et Demon. Thanks to him, that book became focused on him and Priel, and the
original pairing I intended it for became secondary. He’s brash and irreverent,
but loves his angel and his family and would do anything to protect them.
E-mail: pelaam@hotmail.com
Publisher https://spsilverpublishing.com
I also have an M/M released with www.evernightpublishing.com/
The following is
from my Christmas release with Silver Publishing, ‘Christmas Magic’, which is
part of their ‘Let it Snow’ anthology
Blurb: Mitchell is
unhappy with his relationship with John and his life in general. Then he meets
his store's latest Christmas elf, who is not exactly what he seems. Linwood
fights to protect Mitchell but their differences may make forever impossible.
Excerpt: Mitchell accepted Linwood's offer of a ticket to see the band, and they
went to the restaurant after. Although he enjoyed the concert, and Linwood's
company, the events of the previous couple of days still weighed heavily on
him. He glanced up at Linwood as long, slender fingers encased his own.
"Are you okay? You
haven't been yourself."
"I'm so sorry,"
Mitchell murmured. "I really enjoyed the concert. But I broke up with my
boyfriend a couple of days ago. Seems we didn't have as much in common as I
thought. I hope I didn't ruin the night."
"Of course
not." Linwood's voice was soft and low, and to Mitchell's shock, his body
began to respond. "But if you'd rather call it a night—"
"No." That was
the last thing Mitchell wanted. "Not at all. I-I hoped you might like a
coffee. At my apartment, or not." Mitchell winced. He really had wanted
Linwood to come in for a coffee, but now he just sounded desperate.
"I'd like that. I'll
settle the bill, and then we can just go when we've finished the wine."
Mitchell blinked. He wants to come back. Please don't let me
make a mess of this.
They took a cab from the
restaurant to Mitchell's apartment. As he indicated for Linwood to precede him
inside, Mitchell shuddered. He had the distinct feeling he was being watched.
He looked around, but saw no one. He shook his head and joined Linwood at the
elevator.
Entering the apartment,
Mitchell was glad he'd changed the lock the day after John left. The precaution
made him feel more secure, and more in control. He flicked on the lights, and
ushered Linwood into the lounge.
"Take a seat. Put
the TV on if you want. I'll get the coffees."
The simple mundane task
of brewing the coffee helped settle Mitchell's nerves. He set a tray with the
coffee pot and mugs, along with cream and sugar. He headed back into the lounge
and felt his cock swell at the sight of Linwood, leaning back on the settee,
his long legs stretched out. In that position, Mitchell noticed that Linwood's
nipples were erect and there was a distinct bulge at his groin. He licked his
lips and continued into the room, setting the tray down on the coffee table.
Linwood hadn't put on the
TV. Instead, Christmas music played softly and Mitchell smiled as Linwood
mouthed the words "Let it snow"
before he looked up into Mitchell's eyes.
"Come and sit
down." Linwood's voice was low and husky, and sent pleasurable jolts to
Mitchell's cock.
Mitchell tried to be
polite, sat, and left just a few millimetres between them, but even that was
way too far for Linwood. He closed the gap, his head tilted to find the right
angle, and he pressed his lips gently against Mitchell's.
The brief caress wasn't
enough for either man. Mitchell licked at Linwood's lips which parted on a soft
sound of need. Mitchell slid his tongue deep into Linwood's mouth, and stroked
across the other man's. That proved to be the invitation needed and Mitchell
welcomed Linwood's tongue eagerly.
Mitchell manoeuvred them
until he lay on top of Linwood between his widespread legs. The position
enabled Mitchell to grind against the hard bulge at Linwood's groin. He worked
the buttons on Linwood's shirt as the other man tugged at Mitchell's T-shirt.
As soon as Mitchell
opened Linwood's shirt, he shoved the material aside and licked at the small,
pink nipples that strained towards him. He reached between their bodies,
working feverishly at the buttons and zipper that impeded his touch.
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