- What is your “day” job if you are not a full
time author?
I'm a full time author.
- If you wrote a book about your life
what would the title be?
Fools Rush In. Or Slippery When Wet. I can't decide.
LOL
- What is the hardest thing about being
an author?
Keeping my confidence up. It's easy to feel isolated
and depressed as a writer. It's practically part of the job description.
- What is the best thing about being an
author?
Creating new worlds and fascinating people.
- Have you ever been star struck by
meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?
I have been star struck, but I try to hide it. My first
love is horror. I've interviewed some of my favorite authors for The Horror
Zine and for podcasts. These guests include Joe R. Lansdale (the Hap Collins
and Leonard Pine series, which was made into a miniseries for Sundance), Jonathan
Maberry (Z Wars, which was made into a miniseries), Douglas Clegg (Neverland),
Ramsey Campbell (The Hungry Moon), Ray Garton (Live Girls), Daniel Knauf
(writer: The Blacklist and Carnivale), Walt Bost (sound: iZombie, Veronica Mars), Jack Ketchum (The Girl Next
Door), Josh Malerman (Bird Box, which was made into a movie for Netflix), and
Paul Tremblay (A Head Full of Ghosts, which is about to be made into a movie.).
Joe Lansdale is one of my favorite writers. I controlled myself when I first
contacted him. LOL
- What book changed your life?
"Claudia" by Barbara Brooks Wallace. I
read it when I was 12 years old, and I was being relentlessly picked on by kids
in class like the girl in the book. Claudia called her bully a "Horsey
Petunia". I liked the term so much I used it on one of my bullies, and my
teacher overheard me. She liked the term so much she started using it whenever
the bullies would get on my case. After using that term, the bullies let up on
me since they didn't like being called a Petunia. LOL
- What were some of your favorite books
growing up?
The aforementioned "Claudia", by Barbara
Brooks Wallace. I was severely picked on when I was a kid, and I could relate
to that book. I own the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe. I love his dark
tales, especially "The Black Cat", "The Cask of
Amontillado", and "The Masque of the Red Death". However, my
favorite of his is a poem he called "To F—", for Frances Sargent
Osgood. It's a beautiful love poem – the kind of thing you wouldn't expect Poe
to write. I grew up in Baltimore where Poe died, so the interest in him was
natural. I also enjoyed Sherlock Holmes' stories, "The Bell Jar",
Nancy Drew mysteries, Shirley Jackson, Alfred Hitchcock's scary stories, and
"Siddhartha".
- What books are currently in your to be
read pile?
I just finished "Ancient Enemy" by Mark
Lukens. It was a very good horror novel. I want to read the sequel. I have some
Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child novels to read. I love a good adventure or
mystery. Right now, I'm reading a biography of writer Shirley Jackson. She
wrote "The Lottery" and "The Haunting of Hill House".
- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or
audio books?
While I love to hold a print book in my hands, I
prefer ebook since I may store thousands of books on the device, which beats
having to stock up on bookcases. I already have ten packed big bookcases in the
apartment. Ebooks are also inexpensive. They appeal to my sense of instant
gratification.
- If you could live inside the world of
a book or series which world would it be and why?
I would love to live in the cavern in the game Uru:
Myst Live. It's a sweeping, soothing place to me. It's also stunning. Lots of
rock and stained glass lit by fire marbles. I also would enjoy living in the
Shire from "The Lord of the Rings", although I didn't like the book.
The Shire sounds like a nice, safe, friendly place to live and it's beautiful.
Excerpt – Call of the Piper
"Kiss me
there once more." Henry begged.
"Only if
you let me fuck you again."
"I won't
stop you."
Henry Mountjoy
stretched on his bed as the young man's mouth wrapped around his engorged cock.
He fisted the bed sheets, ready to burst for the second time that afternoon
from the best mouth fucking he'd ever had. As that tongue flicked along his
shaft, Henry arched his back, stirred by the expertise of his lover. Thin
fingers fondled his balls, rolling them around like hacky sacks, and the man
played Henry's cock as if it were a skin flute. Stars burst behind his closed
eyes, and his pulse beat hard in his throat. Every nerve on his body tingled
with excitement.
No one had ever
made love to him with such finesse, certainly none of the village women. No
matter now nubile they appeared they stirred no passion in Henry yet he
pretended to enjoy their ministrations only to keep his father at bay. He'd
enjoyed secret trysts with an occasional butcher and even one veterinarian, but
none had affected him the way this man had. The man who tended to his ache
arrived in the town only three days earlier, but the instant attraction drove
Henry mad until the fellow accosted him in a deserted room in the manor house.
"I want you
inside me again." Henry said.
"Of course,
you do. Turn over."
Fragrant oil
dribbled down his ass, and within moments the man entered him; first just the
tip until Henry adjusted to his girth, and then he slowly slid his entire cock
inside. Henry craved the filled-up sensation from this man whose cock was so
huge it threatened to cleave him in two. Henry had entertained all manner of
pricks, but this man's far surpassed the rest. Not only was he large, he knew
what to do with it. After several swipes at his sweet spot deep inside, the
build-up of arousal overwhelmed Henry, who shot his load all over the clean
cotton sheets. His lover pounded hard, driving that stake home until he came
with a cry. Warm cum dripped down Henry's ass and cooled against his thighs.
The young man rolled off Henry and took him in his arms, two becoming one in
the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Was it
good?" The young man asked.
"What?"
"Your
hearing is terrible. I asked 'Was it good?'"
"Are you
kidding? You're incredible."
He smiled.
"I try."
"So, when
are you going to tell me your name? Even my father doesn't know your name and he
hired you to drive away the rats in town."
"My name
isn't important. You may call me the Pied Piper."
"That's not
a name, that's a title. Aren't you called Lucas or Jeffrey or something more
exotic like Erasmus?"
"No."
"So, what
am I to call you?"
"Call me
'Master'".
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