Tell us about your latest book, who
are the main character’s and what can we expect when we pick it up?
Medically Necessary 2: Trust is
Fraught is being released everywhere on October 11, but is available on October
4 for 15% off at www.changelingpress.com. Meet the dominant
wolf traumatized by his past, and the submissive wolf who can’t figure out why
they can’t make love already.
If you could watch one scene from this book be played out like a movie, which one would it be and why?
I’d love to see Oliver (the dominant wolf) running upstairs to confront
Amir (the submissive wolf). He’s half naked and disheveled and Amir thinks he’s
adorable.
Tell us about what you are reading at the moment or anticipate reading in
the future? Any favorite authors you enjoy reading in your spare time?
I love a mixture,
especially Brene (with an acute accent over the first e) Brown, who writes
about shame resilience. I’m anticipating reading some of her books over the
next few weeks. I’m also thrilled that I just finished Salva Me (Blood Sworn 1)
for the third time. This is by Autumn Montague, and it’s about Regency, living,
vampires. Also, I just finished (and will be rereading) Patricia Briggs’s book,
Winter Lost. LOVE it.
What do you do when
you have free time?
I tend to do a lot of walking, writing braille (I’m taking a braille
transcription course), and I’m trying to do yoga.
How do you approach
character development in your stories? Do you have any specific techniques or
methods that you find particularly effective?
I personally love a G M C WH approach, where G is for goal, M is for motivation, C is for conflict, and WH is for “What the heck happened?” in the scene. I find my character development through their reactions to the obstacles in their way. Every time I’ve tried to sit down and plan out a character’s flaws, it blows up in my face!
What do you believe
sets your writing apart from others in your genre, and why should readers
choose to read your books?
Do you like
disabled magical creatures and disabled contemporary heroes and heroines? I do!
This is why I write almost exclusively about the disabled community. I’m
disabled, my spouse is disabled, and we both bring a lot of light to the world.
I hope my characters do the same.
If you want to see
a disability represented and haven’t found that book yet, reach out @:
emilycarrington118 (at) gmail (dot) com. I’d love to hear from you!
Can you discuss any
upcoming projects or books that you're currently working on? What can readers
expect from your future works?
I have the
following in the works:
1. A trans werewolf is in love with a narwhal shapeshifter. Catch? The
narwhal might be a god.
2. A character with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) falls for… well,
this one’s still in the works, but I have some ideas. Thinking a basso profundo
with a singing career.
From insisting on a bed for their first time to protecting Amir from everything, Oliver is stepping all over Amir’s last nerve. It’s almost too bad the submissive wolf wants dominant Oliver in the worst way.
Amir’s frustration with Oliver doesn’t cancel out his attraction to the other wolf. As they fall deeper into the dangers of the psychic world in an effort to rescue their leader, their love may be the only thing keeping them sane.
As the leader of the werewolves sinks further into insanity, Amir and Oliver are pushed to their limits to find out what’s causing his decline. Once they discover the truth, it’s another struggle, this one against prejudice and time, to rescue the alpha above all alphas.
Trust Is Fraught (Medically Necessary 2)
Emily Carrington
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2024 Emily Carrington
It was full dark when Oliver jerked awake. He sat up, smelling his own sweat and the aftermath of sex.
He flashed back to the most traumatic time he’d woken to the stench of spent jizz. Geoffrey, the beta of the Kreisha pack, had been standing over him, cum dripping from his rapidly shrinking cock.
Oliver swung his legs over the side of the bed, fully expecting to find himself surrounded by the enemy. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and he picked out the shadowy form of a lampshade. He reached out, almost knocking the lamp over in his need to shed light on the situation. When the bulb glowed, he took a quick look around the room, feeling the urge to ensure he was alone and safe. He didn’t quite dare to rise to his feet because his legs felt like they’d turned to water.
He missed Kenneth Jeremiah in the worst way all of a sudden, and he was unable to hide from the truth, that he missed his lover not for Kenneth Jeremiah’s own sake but because his lover had kept the nightmares at bay. Ever since being attacked, which had been two months before Kenneth Jeremiah died, the nightmares had been threatening. But he hadn’t actually dreamed of what happened until after his beloved was dead. Kenneth Jeremiah had possessed a rare empathic gift, one that allowed him to soothe others’ minds.
Sort of like Amir, he thought, but his terror kept him dwelling on the past.
He was alone in the downstairs bedroom of the house he rented in Washington, D.C.’s Northwest quarter. Why the hell did it smell of sex? And why didn’t his ass hurt?
Oliver’s gorge rose. He swallowed against the need to throw up. Gradually, his stomach settled and new information came to his nose. Yes, it was his own jizz he smelled on the air, but it was mixed with another male’s. The aroma didn’t spark a flashback but seemed to wrap around him, comforting him.
Amir’s scent surrounded him.
He’d had sex, all right, except it had really been making love. There was no fear or rage clouding the healthy leavings of two werewolves who cared for each other. They hadn’t gone all the way. Oliver had refused to claim Amir’s virgin body while they were so spun up from the events of the last few days and when Oliver himself had been so desperate for sexual contact that he hadn’t been sure he could be as gentle as was needed. They’d had oral sex, and now that his head was clearing, he realized he could taste Amir’s salty spend on his tongue. He licked his lips, found a little more of the heavenly liquid at one corner, and closed his eyes to savor it.
His cock stirred, although only a little as he fully realized he was alone in the bedroom. Where had Amir gone? Had he woken as Oliver had, frightened, and escaped into the house at large, or to the world beyond these walls? What if Oliver’s nightmare had been prophetic rather than a misplaced response to his joy?
He tried to push himself to his feet, but his legs wouldn’t support him. He flopped back onto the bed. Cursing softly, he performed a quick self-analysis, looking for sore spots or other indicators he’d been drugged. He detected nothing. Likewise, he felt no alien presence in his mind. His psychic shields were up and strong.
Still, his legs trembled. Clutching his knees, he tried to get a handle on his fear.
It hadn’t been all that long since he’d dreamed of the gang rape Geoffrey Huntington had led. Maybe only three weeks. Still, he was shocked every time it recurred. Hadn’t going through it once been enough? Apparently not for his traumatized body. Oliver could have bested three out of the four werewolves who raped him during that long five hours, but he’d surrendered to their brutality to save Kenneth Jeremiah. When the attack had begun, he’d expected to find Travers and Cobb involved because they were closer to him in rank, both being lower gammas. But the three besides Geoffrey, who was the beta of the Kreisha pack, had been Carl, Matthias, and Scott, all very low-ranked wolves, although not quite submissive. He’d always thought their ranks were why they’d participated. Geoffrey might have forced them.
Thinking about that night, all alone in the midst of raving beasts, wasn’t going to steady his legs. He needed to get himself under control so he could go looking for Amir and ensure his new lover was safe.
He forced himself to lie down on the bed. He inhaled Amir’s scent rising from his pillow, an aroma made of sweat and excitement and just a touch of disinfectant because Amir was a physician. Oliver breathed in and out, counting the seconds for each inhale and exhale. He added three seconds of holding his breath between these two acts and slowly his heartbeat stopped racing out of control. Amir’s joy and release held a comfort that Oliver hadn’t found since before the gang rape.
He sat up before that thought could take hold. He focused on the bedroom door, which was ajar. He did another quick sweep of the room, this time with nose fully engaged. He didn’t detect any blood or stench of fear. Amir must have left the room of his own volition.
With this idea in his head, Oliver was finally able to rise. He tugged on the pants he’d been wearing and started for the hallway. Following Amir’s scent, he went into the bathroom across the way, where Amir had apparently washed up because the tang of citrus soap hung in the air. Had he come out here naked?
Needing to solve that mystery because Amir walking anywhere potentially public without his clothes didn’t seem like the doctor of magical creatures at all. Back in the bedroom, however, Oliver saw all of Amir’s articles of clothing were still there.
Concern reared its ugly head again and he trotted from the room. He stopped by the front door, but Amir hadn’t come this way. He trailed the scent of soap to the stairs, and that was where it changed. The addition of fur’s rich aroma told Oliver Amir had slipped from human guise to lupine seeming before he went up the staircase to the second floor.
His night vision had fully adjusted to the dimness, and he climbed the stairs silently, keeping his ears open for Amir or their mutual patient.
Maybe that was it, he thought as he put his foot on the third step. Their mutual patient, Tilthos Charles, the alpha above all alphas in the Americas and Canada, was ill. Amir had managed to rule out any poisons or physical cause for Tilthos Charles’s growing madness, leaving it to Oliver to figure out the psychic cause. Oliver hadn’t yet solved the mystery beyond the realization Tilthos Charles was being forced to share his mind with five or six other werewolves who meant him harm.
Maybe Tilthos Charles was the reason Amir had left the bedroom and not because he’d endured a terrible dream. Oliver purposely made a little noise on the stairs to warn those up on the second floor that he was coming. He couldn’t quite make himself call out or even whisper. His throat had tightened, now with nervousness. What had he been thinking, making love to Amir when they had a patient to look after?
He reached the landing between the first and second floors and paused. Above him, out of sight because of the construction of the house, he heard a very quiet growl.
About the Author:
Hi, I’m Emily Carrington. I’ve been writing gay erotic romance since 2011. I currently live in Western New York with my Labrador and her kitten. Her name is Jules Catisdy, named for the Suzanne Brockmann character, Jules Cassidy. I also have a cat named Neko, which is Japanese for cat. I attended my first Romance Writers of America conference in 2007, met the chief editor from Loose Id, Llc, was inspired by an impromptu visit with Suzanne Brockmann, and the rest is a bit of queer history.
I have written over 20 gay romances, 4 trans romances and I am branching out into lesbian romances.
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