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Make mine a Diet Coke.
Comfortable? Wonderful. Now
let’s get started.
Tell us about your latest release or
upcoming release. What inspired it?
My latest release is Catriona’s Curse. I’m not sure what
inspired it. It actually started out as a ghost story. Then I realized I
couldn’t have a ghost and also have the character reincarnated.
When I wrote my first book nine years ago, I never expected to
write another. Catriona’s Curse is my third and I’m working on two more.
If you
could throw a party with any five people (living or dead) who would you pick
and why?
It
would have to be the guys who got me into writing and gay rights. I’ve gotten
to meet a few of them, but most of them I only know on-line. Steve Ammons, whom
I consider my BGF, Wes Culwell, whom I met for about thirty minutes, two I’ve
never met, Robb McArthur and Fred West.
For a
fifth one I would have to pick someone who has no connection to the others,
Neil Diamond. I’ve been a fan of his since 1966.
What
are at least five things you have on your bucket list and have you done any of
them?
Nine
years ago, I went to Scotland and six years ago, I went on a hot-air balloon
ride. I would love to see the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. and go to
New York City. I just added a new thing last week, to hold a raptor on my fist.
Do you work on one project at a time? Or
do you multi-task?
Normally I work on one thing at a time,
but a couple of months ago an idea hit me and now I have two works in progress.
One is a story about a young man who goes to Pride and meets an
older man. It’s a tossup as to who picks up whom. The next morning, the older
man finds out he just spent the night with his boss’s son.
The second is my first attempt at paranormal. It’s about a
shape-shifter born in France in 1745
who comes to this country after his family is sent to the Guillotine during the
French Revolution. He keeps falling in love with mortals who die and leave him
alone.
Then just the other day, I decided to try my hand at flash
stories. They are available on my blog.
What song would best describe your life?
Well, my favorite song in the world is
Bridge Over Troubled Water, but to describe my life would have to be One Day at
a Time.
Do you
listen to music when writing?
No. I
have lots of CDs, but I like it quiet when I write.
Do you
feel like some stories write themselves a soundtrack with specific music?
Not
really. Like I said, I like quiet around me.
Are
any of your characters just like you or have personality quirks/traits of you
or someone you know?
I base
a lot of my characters personalities on gay men I know. Since I go to a church
that is predominately gay, I have a lot to choose from.
I
would hope that if one of my kids or grandkids were gay, I would be like
Andrew’s mother in Acceptance. No matter what our kids are or do, we love them.
Who are some of your other favorite authors and genres to read?
Oh, my goodness. Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux, Anne McCaffery,
Agatha Christie, Lillian Braun, Richard Bach. I like romance, paranormal, some
sci-fi. I’m not too crazy about some of the erotica I’ve been reading. I don’t
mind the sex, but I want a real story with it.
When
you looked in the mirror this morning, what was the first thing you thought?
I need to shampoo my hair.
What
is one thing scientists should invent?
That’s another hard one. I’m nearly seventy years old. When I
think of all the marvelous things that have been invented in my lifetime, it
boggles my mind to think there are still things that haven’t been invented.
Anything
else you want to mention?
Just thanks for allowing me to come and I wish everyone a good
day.
Here is my contact information:
My books can be found at both Smashwords and Amazon.
Although Sunny Nelson was raised in a
dual theology family, he doesn’t really believe in reincarnation nor does Jeff
Davis. However, the visions and dreams Sunny keeps having lead them to be
regressed where they discover they have at least two past lives together.
With Jeff’s sister April, they discover and attempt to
dispel the spell cast by Sunny in one of these past lives. Along the way the
two fall in love.
Excerpt:
I arrived at the house about
six Tuesday evening; Jim was stripping paint from the mopboard in the library.
I asked, “Is Sunny here?”
“He went toward the orchard
about an hour ago with a backpack and Fetcher.”
“What’s he doing out there?”
“Sunny is the only one of us
kids who still sometimes practices the Pagan rituals our mother’s mother taught
us,” Jim explained. “You and April were probably raised on Mother Goose and the
Brothers Grimm. We grew up on tales of Queen Maev, Connor mac Nessa and Cuchulain.
Today is Mabon or the Autumnal Equinox; he’s gone to commune with the Goddess
and celebrate the harvest.”
“I have no idea what you’re
talking about. I got the idea from Sunny he was Christian.
“Well, we were raised to
believe in Christianity, but the family also honors the religion of our
ancestors Mother’s mother taught us. We try to observe the holidays in some
manner. It’s usually just in the foods we eat and the color of candles we burn,
but sometimes Sunny takes it a little further, especially if something’s
bothering him. Lately, something’s seemed on his mind besides remodeling. I
don’t think it’s only the dreams either.”
I frowned and said, “Maybe I
shouldn’t interrupt him.”
“Go on. I doubt if he’ll mind.
In fact, I think he’s expecting you.”
I wondered at this because I
hadn’t planned on coming out tonight. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
I knew it would be dark before
I got back, so I grabbed the flashlight out of my car and headed across the
pasture. When I got to the brook, Fetcher lay on a blanket spread on the grass.
I smelled the scent of cinnamon from the candle burning on the witches’ stone.
Also on the stone was a bottle of wine, two glasses and some food. Sunny stood
totally nude in the middle of the brook facing away from me toward the west. In
the glow of the setting sun, he looked like a god. Although I didn’t know much
about Celtic gods, I seemed to remember the name Lugh as a being similar in
nature to Apollo, the Greek God of Light.
Fetcher gave a soft woof as I
approached and Sunny turned.
I caught my breath at the sight
of Sunny’s muscular body. I thought him attractive Labor Day in his surfer
trunks, but seeing him totally naked and aroused, I realized what made the
front of his jeans fit so snugly. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and
ran down his chest like shiny silver ribbons in the rays of the setting sun. My
body responded at the sight of him. A feeling of anticipation caused my stomach
to flutter.
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