Friday, March 7, 2014

Countdown To RainbowCon Guest Post by Vicktor Alexander

Today I have a guest post from author Vicktor Alexander as part of the Countdown to RainbowCon!

Follow the Rainbow Brick Road All the Way to RainbowCon

It is March 2014 and I am practically vibrating with excitement over RainbowCon. In a little over a month, authors and readers of LGBTQI romance and fiction will descend upon central Florida and laugh, play, share, talk, assemble and get up to all manner of mayhem and foolishness.
I’m excited about this for a number of reasons. I was unable to attend GRL last year and because of internet issues and confusion over the waiting list (“How do I get on the waiting list?”) I’m unable to attend GRL this year as well, but RainbowCon affords me the opportunity to still mingle with not only the readers, whom I love, but my fellow authors whom I enjoy (some of whom I love, some of whom I adore, some of whom I fanboy over).
And the best thing about RainbowCon?
It’s right in my backyard!
Tampa is 30 minutes away from Lakeland, which is where I currently live, and that makes things EXTREMELY cheaper for me.
Tampa is also my former stomping grounds (I was once a freshman at the University of South Florida. Okay, it was only a semester, but still… and I LIVED in Tampa! Temple Terrace at one point and Riverview at another point which is just outside of Brandon) so it will be fun to be somewhere with my author and reader friends and be able to tell them that, yes, there is a Burger King, McDonald’s, and a Wendy’s right down the street from the hotel and yes, it is WAY cheaper than what you pay up north and yes, there IS a Starbuck’s.
I look forward to being able to go to Ybor with them all and relive the days when my friends and I went clubbing when I was too young to actually get into the club (I was 17 years old for the first few months of my freshman year of college while all of my friends were 18. They snuck me in because I looked so mature for my age) and then when I was old enough but felt TOO old to be in the club (“what do you MEAN it’s midnight?! It’s time to go home and go to bed! I don’t want to go to a club, NOW! Are you CRAZY?!”)
But even more than that I look forward to interacting with the readers, because that’s what makes these conventions all worth it. More than the events, the panels, the Q&A’s, the readings, the book signings, and everything else, it’s talking to the readers, meeting the readers, answering their questions (“When’s the next Tate Pack book coming out?” “When’s Willie’s Earl coming out?” “When are you going to write the full-length story about Braxton and Hamilton?” “When is Buck and Percy’s story coming out?” “Why aren’t you writing right now?” “I loved The Beginning, so when’s book two coming out? It’s about Benjamin right?” “Oh my god! I LOVE Raising Shawna! The next book is about Uriah right? And that’s coming out when?” “Are you done with Daddy’s Boy yet?”), laughing with them, talking about my favorite authors (“Yes, I do stalk Stormy Glenn but I think she likes it.” “Yeah I know Gabrielle Evans, but I still stalk her too.” “Yeah, me and Jana Downs text all the time but doesn’t mean I’m not still a HUGE fanboy.”) and hearing about what they liked, what they disliked, what they want to see more of, what they want to see less of, and even hearing about their families.
Because that’s what these conventions are about. The readers. They’re not about me, Vicktor Alexander, making a name for myself. It’s not about “Look at me! I’m an author!” It’s about me giving back to my readers, letting them see me, talk to me, ask questions. It’s about encouraging budding authors, or helping aspiring ones. It’s about giving back to a community of people that has given so much to me.
And if I get to have fun and get a lapdance or three while I do that? Well… that’s just the icing on the cake.

What Panel/Event Are You Most Looking Forward To?
I think I am most looking forward to the “Fifty Shades of WTF” panel. Not just because I’m on it, but because of what the panel stands for, who else is on the panel with me and the fact that it gives us the opportunity to really dispel some myths, ease some worries and really squash some misconceptions perpetuated by “the book that shall not be named.” LOL. It’s a subject (BDSM) that’s very near and dear to my heart, one that I very much look forward to being able to discuss openly and freely. I look forward to answering questions about it and talking about it with the readers and other authors as well.

I’m also very excited because my book, The Beginning, Sons of Adam: 1, released just in time for RainbowCon so I get to brag about that! And because it will be out on paperback at the Con, I am giving away a free ebook copy to one lucky person who comments on this post!

Here is the blurb/excerpt and buy-links for the book:

Ronny Parker has always been aware that there was more to life outside of his Harlem apartment. When he goes to work one morning at Starbucks, he finds himself coming face to face with a reality that he was not prepared for. He finds himself the eyewitness to a fight between two shifters, a wolf and a lion, one of which bites Ronny and calls him “mate.” When Ronny wakes up the next morning he finds himself thrust into a world neither his family, nor his teachers ever taught him about and he does the only thing he can do. He starts to investigate.
Cole Tronk has been taught from an early age that he is never to mate a human, never reveal his true nature to a human and that he cannot be gay. But when he gets into a fight with his oldest friend outside of a Starbucks and finds himself smelling the most intoxicating scent ever, he throws all of those rules out of the window. Before long, Cole and his mate, Ronny are on the run from the governing body of the paranormals, humans who have now discovered that paranormals, magicks and supernaturals exist, and someone from Ronny’s past who is determined to kill them both.
Along the way, Cole and Ronny meet up with a group of paranormals, magicks, and supernaturals who are also gay, and who are researching the true history of the world and creation. What they find will not only change their lives, but the entire world and the future. Will Ronny and Cole’s mating survive all of these obstacles and when a millennias old lie comes back to bite them in the ass, will Ronny and Cole be able to deal with the consequences?


Noticing that the bus was approaching the store where he worked, Ronny reached up a hand and pulled down on the string to signal for the bus to stop. He winced at the loud noise that sounded and rose from his seat. Walking down the stairs, he stopped at the side door and waited for the bus to come to a stop. Finally able to step off, Ronny squared his shoulders and stepped out of the open doors onto the sidewalk. He smiled at the two women leaving the store and walked around the side to the employee entrance. He stopped shortly after. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and curses reached his ears and it didn’t sound as if there were people having sex. It sounded like a fight. Groaning, Ronny raced forward. He was only five feet and eleven inches tall, built like a swimmer to boot, but he’d found that being black would sometimes chase away troublemakers, regardless of his slim build. Coming to a stop, Ronny’s mouth dropped open. His coworker, Benjamin, was fighting another man, but that wasn’t what shocked Ronny. It was the fact that Benjamin’s hands looked like wolf paws and the man he was fighting had hands like a lion. Ronny gasped when both men shifted into animals, backing up until he bumped into the wall behind him. His gasp alerted them to his presence and he watched with wide eyes as they approached him slowly.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Ronny chanted. “This is how I’m going to die.”
The lion shifted then, back into the form of a man. The lion man walked over towards Ronny and sniffed the air around him. Ronny trembled and began praying internally. This was not how he wanted to die. Not how he planned to be remembered. Killed by a freaky lion shifter person.
“Mmmm,” the lion man hummed. “Mate.”
Ronny’s eyes widened. He’d read enough romance novels to know what that word meant and he also knew that there was never a black man or woman involved in something like that. Mates seemed to be only for other races, so there was no way that he could be somebody’s mate.
“M-mate?” he stammered. “No. You’ve got it all wrong.”
The lion man shook his head. “There is no mistake. You are my mate. I am your destiny. My name is Cole Tronk,” the lion said.
Ronny stared at him in amazement. Cole stood at least six-foot-four and he was all thick muscles, skin that was a beautiful golden tan color, brown hair with gold highlights, and eyes so dark brown they almost looked black. As Ronny’s gaze traveled over the expanse of skin, he felt his own skin grow tight and hot as he took in Cole’s naked form and the thick, long cock hanging between his thighs. Ronny’s body responded to the man’s nudity, his own dick growing firm behind his zipper and his anus clenching as if preparing itself to be speared by Cole’s thick member. Cole’s jaw was square and firm, his lips full, and his nose slim, which twitched as Cole inhaled deeply. He grinned at Ronny and stepped closer.
“I can smell your lust for me, mate.” Cole’s voice was deep and smooth like whiskey. The sound of it flowed over Ronny’s body, tightening it further and making him moan softly.
“I-I’m not your m-mate,” Ronny stammered. “I’m black and human.”
Cole let out a bark of laughter before leaning forward to sniff at the column of Ronny’s neck. He let out a low growl before licking the skin there. Ronny shivered so hard he thought he would fly apart as the front of his pants grew wet with his pre-cum.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered and clenched his fists against the wall.
Something inside of him wanted to reach out to Cole. He wanted to bring the other man against his body, preferably with both of them naked. He wanted to feel Cole thrusting inside of him. He ached deep inside for… something. He didn’t know what, but he knew that it was somehow the most important thing ever. He noticed that his breath and Cole’s seemed to be in sync and he watched, amazed that whenever he breathed out, Cole inhaled and vice versa. It was as if they were each other’s air.
Riiight, he mentally scoffed. I am not some fucking twink in a romance novel.
Giving himself a mental shake, Ronny raised his hands to push Cole away, who seemed to have gotten so much closer to him in the few seconds it took for Ronny to think. His hands landed on firm pecs and, though he’d told himself that he was pushing the other man away, he found himself squeezing the flesh instead, his palms grazed by the puckered nipples on Cole’s chest.
“Shit,” Cole growled.
It was Ronny’s only warning before sharp pain pierced the join of his neck and left shoulder as Cole, the lion man, buried his fangs into Ronny’s skin. Ronny let out a loud yell, that quickly turned into a moan as the pain became pleasure. Sweet, overwhelming, delicious pleasure. The kind that had him humping Cole’s thigh where it rested between his own legs. It was a pleasure so amazing that it took him a moment to realize that not only had he just cum in his work pants, effectively ruining them, but that he’d just let some fucking lion man bite him.
He told himself that he was going to push Cole away, but his hands seemed to not be listening to him and instead they rose to wrap around Cole’s neck as the other man groaned and drank Ronny’s blood. After a moment, when Ronny was starting to feel just slightly weak, Cole let go of his neck and licked the wounds. He kissed the skin there and began to purr. At first, it freaked Ronny out, but, after a moment, he found himself more turned on by the purring than he’d been by the bite to his neck.
The bite to his—hold the hell on!
Ronny shoved Cole away from him. Jabbing a finger into Cole’s chest, he glared and let out his own growl. “You fucking bit me, you psycho!”
Cole smirked. “You loved it,” he pointed out, crossing his massive arms across his broad chest.

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Thanks so much to Vicktor for stopping by today!  He has graciously offered up one copy of his recent book, The Beginning to one lucky commenter!  Just leave a comment on this post with a way to contact you (email in this format: YOURNAME at EMAIL dot COM or a Twitter handle).  The giveaway is open to readers 18 and older.


Susan said...

I'm happy that you get to attend RainbowCon. I think GRL is too elitist for me FWIW. I love the premise of your book, so I hope it does great!

Anonymous said...

I got so intrigued with this on the tour...I know the series will be great!


Mary Preston said...

RainbowCon would be most interesting.


Vicktor Alexander said...

Thanks Susan for the well-wishes on my book! I'm excited that I get to attend RainbowCon this year as well.

Thanks Trix! I hope you enjoy the series!

I agree Mary, RainbowCon is definitely going to be interesting.

Alison Mann said...

Sounds like a great start to a book!!

Dreamseeker said...

This sounds like such a cool series. Thanks for the contest!

Emily said...

Hey Vic, I love your books, can't wait to see you at RainbowCon!