Showing posts with label Damaged Package. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 24, 2014

(NSFW) Author Interview: Jodi and S.A. McAuley talk Damaged Package



We are very happy to welcome S.A. McAuley to the Smoocher’s Voice blog today.  McAuley’s latest novel is Damaged PackagePlease bear in mind that this post contains NSFW (Not Safe For Work Images).


Sam sleeps little, reads a lot. Happiest in a foreign country. Twitchy when not mentally in motion.  Sam describes herself as a dark/cynical/jaded person, but she hides that darkness well behind her obsession(s) for shiny objects.

Sam writes, “I’m the macabre wrapped in irresistible bubble wrap and a glittery pink bow, I suppose. I have a never-ending-abyss-like secret love for poetry. Especially Rumi, Hafiz, and Neruda.

“You can predict (as well as change) my moods and my writing schedule by my playlists.
Insomnia is my greatest ally and my nemesis. I like cheese and bourbon, not necessarily in
that order, but I’m flexible.

“If you’re in any fandom, then I’m probably already in love with you. I’m not joking. I like my tv shows marathoned and I have to use internet blocking software to be productive. I have software called Producteev that I loaded onto my laptop and proceeded to fill out in detail and now I haven’t touched it in a year.

“I enjoy normalized chaos.”

Visit Sam at her website http://samcauley.com or email her anytime at authorsamcauley@gmail.com, she loves to talk to readers.


Jodi:     Thank you, Sam for taking the time to answer some questions for our readers. Tell us a little about yourself and how you decided to write exclusively in the m/m genre.

Sam:    Thank you for having me! I was in the midst of writing my second (unfinished) novel when I started reading m/m. At the time I was reading a lot of paranormal het romance and found myself growing increasingly frustrated with the damsel in distress narrative. There just wasn’t the same skewed power dynamics in those first m/m romance novels I read, which was refreshing. I ended up writing in the genre because of the support I discovered here with readers and authors. And I’ve stayed because of the community.

Jodi:     You write both standalone books as well as series. Do you have a preference? Do you feel that series give you more leeway for character development?

Sam:    Let’s be blunt. A series gives an author more space to fuck up character development. We’ve all read a series where your favorite character becomes more and more unrecognizable with each book. My working theory is that the best way to avoid that is by ensuring there’s a defined arc and ending, just as any author would with a standalone novel. We’ll see how that theory pans out once The Borders War is complete!

As for preference, my writing tends to be concise, so I struggle with longer word counts. Based on that alone, I could write short story after short story and never complete another novel, let alone a series. At the same time, when you really fall in love with a character or group of characters, there’s nothing like the experience of being immersed in their world. In a wholly unscientific observation, it seems like readers prefer the latter. Which means I’ll try to keep pumping out the words in large enough serving sizes for everyone to be satisfied.

Jodi:     Your books have been published by corporate publishers as well as being self-published. Damaged Package is a self-published book. Do you have a preference for your writing? Why did you decide to self-publish Damaged Package?

Sam:    Publishing Damaged Package was a decision I made on a whim. It was a novel I started writing two years ago and kept putting it away because it never felt quite right. Then I picked it up again in May, rewrote the beginning heavily and all the pieces started fitting together. With a traditional publishing house it would have taken me about six months to see Damaged Package released, but with self-publishing, I could release it within weeks instead. Self-pubs are a lot of work, and a lot more pressure because the author bears much more responsibility for the finished product (if you’re one of the unfortunates who got the laugh out loud error of Gluck instead of Glock in the first published edition of Damaged Package then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Email me for an updated file!), but they offer a different freedom. Having a mix of the two—self-pub and traditional—is optimal for me right now since writing is still my side gig.

Jodi:     Is it more difficult to market self-published books than corporate-published books?

Sam:    Marketing is not my strong suit regardless of how I publish. I think that’s pretty common for writers. Composing a well-executed novel and composing persuasive marketing strategy are two distinct skill sets. I have mad respect for people who make marketing look effortless.

Jodi:     Damaged Package focuses on two characters who seem to have one thing in common: baggage. James Deacon is a former SWAT officer, who has lived in the same place since birth and Trevor Barrows is a bit of a nomad returning home for the first time in a decade. Their paths cross innocently enough, but drama and tension soon follow. Tell us about your inspiration for this story.

Sam:    Two years ago, a friend and I were having a conversation about music and I told her about this scene I kept seeing in my head when I listened to Nothing On You by B.o.B featuring Bruno Mars. She sent me inspiration pics that were quirky and NSFW and it all devolved from there.





Jodi:     Deacon is at a crossroads when we first meet him. The only thing he seems certain of is wanting Trevor. What was your inspiration for Deacon’s character?

Sam:    I wanted to write about someone who was crazy but in a fun way.  Somehow that story became about a cop who never wanted to be a cop then had the career he’d never wanted taken away from him.


     

Jodi:     Deacon has a habit of lying by omission to Trevor, but he appears to have good intentions when he does. Trevor, however, hates lies and deception. He wants to be with someone he can trust. Why does he keep going back to Deacon, despite the trust issues?

Sam:    Sometimes what we think is a non-negotiable in a relationship is actually a thinly veiled exit strategy. That may be heavily applicable to our wandering hero Trevor Barrow.

Jodi:     What was your inspiration for Trevor’s character?

Sam:    The photo inspiration was all Mitch Hewer from the UK version of Skins. But the character of Trevor, in the beginning of writing this book, was the closest I’d ever come to putting myself on the page. His character evolved as the years went on and in the final copy there’s little of me left in him.


















Jodi:     You have this habit of taking a reader on a journey that often involves quite a few plot twists, and this book is not an exception to that rule. Do you plot out what will happen in your books in advance, or do the plot twists come to you while you are writing?

Sam:    Yes, I plot. Deviously, with glee and copious notes. So many notes. I use three different types of software to keep all my thoughts straight: Scrivener, Scapple and Aeon Timeline. Then I also carry 2-3 notebooks and a stash of pens with me everywhere. I rarely write a story from beginning to end, instead skipping around and layering as each draft progresses. It’s a messy process, seemingly chaotic, but it all works in the word jumble that is my brain. 

Jodi:     Did you have to do any research for this book?

Sam:    If you count drinking at the real life Honest John’s in Detroit as research, then yes. Yes, I did.

Jodi:     Will there be any more books with these characters? Perhaps Corporal Jackson will get his happy ending (wink, nudge)?

Sam:    I had zero intention of writing anything more with these characters. But this Jackson thing keeps popping up. It’s hard NOT to think about it now. But no promises. I have a couple of other series and a few unfinished manuscripts for standalone novels in need of my attention first. I’ll never say no to an idea though. Because as soon as I say no, I somehow end up doing it sooner rather than never. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way.

Jodi:     Like many of your books, Damaged Package has a law enforcement/military focus. What is it about these professions or men that intrigues you?

Sam:    ‘Cause men in uniforms are hot.

Is that totally shallow? Eh. I’m sticking with that answer.

Jodi:     Speaking of military and law enforcement …. I have to ask about The Borders War series. This is such a great series (see my review of Powerless here) with wonderful characters. What was your inspiration for this series?

Sam:    First of all, thank you for the Merq and Armise love! The genesis point of One Breath, One Bullet came from watching the Summer Olympics in London two years ago. The idea of the sonicbullet came before either of the MCs. But once I started thinking about what a person would be like who’d been raised in a society burdened and broken by hundreds of years of bloodless war, the character of Merq Grayson emerged. The rest of the arc for Merq and Armise’s story (the basis of the five books) evolved over a couple of months. While some aspects of their story have changed, the ending for them hasn’t shifted one bit in all of the beta-testing, plotting and writing I’ve done since then.

Jodi:     Merq Grayson and Armise Darcan are not typical men in any sense of the word. They were bred to be soldiers. Their genetics have been modified. They have been trained to kill and follow orders. Although Darcan and Grayson are similar in this capacity, they have very different personalities. Tell us what makes Grayson tick?

Sam:    Merq is a classic case of someone who is extrinsically motivated realizing that something is missing from his life. It’s so painful to witness his “work-in-progress” status, but it’s fascinating to watch him uncover who he really is and what he wants out of life.

Jodi:     What motivates Armise Darcan?

Sam:    You’ll get that answer in the next Borders War book: Falling, One By One :)

Jodi:     Do you like writing in the science fiction genre or do you prefer writing contemporary books?

Sam:    Sci-fi is my baby. I was brought up on a steady diet of speculative fiction and movies. My Trekkie Dad raised me right.

Jodi:     Is it difficult to mingle the mystery, violence and romance in The Borders War series and Damaged Package?

Sam:    It’s more fun than anything else.

Jodi:     Do you have a favorite character in your books?

Sam:    Arthur Poe from Someday It Will Be. I have no issue playing favorites when it comes to him. He and Isaac are two of the most surprising characters I’ve ever worked with.

Jodi:     When will the next book in The Borders War series be released?

Sam:    Not as soon as I thought it would be. But it won’t be a long wait. I’m actively working through Falling, One by One now. And it’s likely the fifth (and final book in The Borders War series) will be written back to back with the fourth. So watch out for release dates in the next month or so.

Jodi:     What is your next project?

Sam:    Finishing Falling, One by One is my only project at this moment. Book Five of The Borders War will likely follow on its heels. After that series is completed, there’s a co-writing project that SJD Peterson and I have already schemed and plotted out. You’ve been warned.












Damaged Package
If your past came with a warning label, what would it say?

Forced into early retirement from his career as a SWAT officer for the city of Detroit, James Deacon knew that when he failed it would be a fall of epic proportions. He’s been living life by the tips of his fingers for over twenty years, and his new gig organizing a group of misfit military types into a functioning team—including his reluctant ex-fiancée—won’t return him to stable ground anytime soon.

Trevor Barrow has been on the move for the last seven years — hitting the road when relationships became too real or too much work. He’s home now, working in the hazardous world of bike messengers in the Motor City, and the only one of his eight siblings who knows he’s returned is his sister Cat. It’s not as if reconnecting with them matters anyway, because it’s likely he’ll be gone again soon.

Both men are lugging some heavy baggage, but when they chance upon each other in a dive bar it’s hard to deny their flaws are more like symbiotic quirks. Trevor’s backpedaling instincts and Deacon’s dance-dance party past may just be intersecting at a time when things are about to get explosive in Detroit.





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Monday, July 14, 2014

Book Blast: S.A. McAuley's Damaged Package










Book Name: Damaged Package

Author Name: S.A. McAuley

Author Bio: 

I sleep little, read a lot. Happiest in a foreign country. Twitchy when not mentally in motion. My name is Sam, not Sammy, definitely not Samantha. I’m a pretty dark/cynical/jaded person, but I hide that darkness well behind my obsession(s) for shiny objects. I’m the macabre wrapped in irresistible bubble wrap and a glittery pink bow, I suppose.


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Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh

Publisher: Self-Published






Blurb(s):

Forced into early retirement from his career as a SWAT officer for the city of Detroit, James Deacon knew that when he failed it would be a fall of epic proportions. He’s been living life by the tips of his fingers for over twenty years, and his new gig organizing a group of misfit military types into a functioning team—including his reluctant ex-fiancée—won’t return him to stable ground anytime soon.

Trevor Barrow has been on the move for the last seven years—hitting the road when relationships became too real or too much work. He’s home now, working in the hazardous world of bike messengers in the Motor City, and the only one of his eight siblings who knows he’s returned is his sister Cat. It’s not as if reconnecting with them matters anyway, because it’s likely he’ll be gone again soon.

Both men are lugging some heavy baggage, but when they chance upon each other in a dive bar it’s hard to deny their flaws are more like symbiotic quirks. Trevor’s backpedaling instincts and Deacon’s dance-dance party past may just be intersecting at a time when things are about to get explosive in Detroit.






Excerpt:

Deacon paid for their last-round of drinks and they stood at the bar as the lights clicked on. He reached out and swept back a lock of Trav’s fringe, letting his fingers linger against Trav’s sweat-slick skin.

“You gotta let me take you home,” Deacon said.

Trav scoffed and took a drink of his beer. “Worst pick up line ever.”

“I thought the worst was saying that I’d never seen you at Honest John’s before?”

“Yeah. You’re pretty bad all around.”

But instead of feeding Trav another line, Deacon made the conscious decision to give an honest reply. “Dating’s just not my scene.”

Trav tipped his head and studied him. “You know what? I don’t know if I’m supposed to believe you and be reeled in by how unconventional you are, or if this is all a game for you.”

He shrugged. Already he knew there was little he could do to sway Trav either way—Trav was perceptive. “I’ll give you time to decide that for yourself. In the mean time, though, I’m serious. Let me at least ride with you in the cab back to your place. I don’t live far from you and it will make me feel better to know you’re safe.”

“I ride a bike in downtown Detroit for a living, James. Pretty sure I can handle myself.”

Deacon’s lips curled into a smile at both Trav’s use of his first name and his brash confidence. “I’m positive you can.”

“Well, then… What? That doesn’t…” Trav pursed his lips together in a thin line and left the remains of his trailing thoughts unsaid. Trav took another swig from his beer, emptying the cup and setting it on the bar. “Whatever. Yeah, you can take me home. But I’m not inviting you up. Got it?”

Deacon would take it. He held out his hand and waited for Trav to decide it was okay to take this one small step. When Trav’s fingers curled around his after only a heartbeat of hesitation, Deacon worked through the lingering crowd to the front door, unable to wipe the triumphant smile from his face.

The ride back into the city didn’t take as long as it had to get out to Ferndale. The city became a ghost town after a certain time of night. And they’d passed that threshold hours ago. They rode in silence, with hands still touching if not intertwined, and when they pulled up to the Park Shelton, Deacon paid the cabbie and got out with Trav.

It took a moment for Trav to realize what had just happened. He watched the cab drive away, glared at Deacon, back down the road, then put his hands on his hips. “Whoa. Whatcha doing getting out of the cab? I distinctly remember not inviting you up.”

“Huh,” was all Deacon said as he pointed at the cab disappearing around a corner. “But there goes my ride.”

I’m not a first date slut.”

Deacon groaned playfully, but his heart skipped a happy beat to hear Trav considered this a date, too. “You're not going to make me count out dates or something like that, are you?”

Trav’s fingers drummed against hips as he seemed to be considering his options. Yet barely restraining a smile at the same time. “Just for that response? Maybe.”

Deacon dropped to his knees on the sidewalk, and raised his clasped hands to the heavens, pleading to Trav in an overly loud voice, "Please, Trevor Barrow! What do I have to do for you to let me up to your apartment, Trevor Barrow? I just want to watch the History Channel or maybe So You Think You Can Dance, Trevor Barrow. I promise I have nothing lewd or lascivious—”

A group of female college students walking by giggled at his display, providing a running commentary as they eyed the scene unfolding on the sidewalk. “Dude, Trevor Barrow, you should let him up.” Then, “He's cute. He can come back to my place.”

Deacon couldn't have planned his public begging session better.

Trav blushed and laughed out loud. “Alright. Off your knees.”

“At least for now!” one of the girls yelled as they turned the corner.

Trav sighed, offered his hand and pulled Deacon up toward the front entrance of his apartment building. “You're going to give me a reputation, Deacon.”

“I earn every reputation I give.” Deacon smirked and held the door open for Trav once he’d swiped his key card.

“Where did the tears suddenly disappear to? The histrionics?”

He shrugged. “I got my way.”

Trav stopped in the doorway and looked up at Deacon wide-eyed. “Holy shit. You really are certifiable.”

Deacon ran his finger along Trav’s jawline, wanting nothing more than to kiss Trav. But whether Trav wanted to believe it or not, what happened between them next was up to Trav. “Cat’s completely right. She just should have waited for you to find that out on your own.”

Trav shook his head, his voice laden with sarcasm, but his stunning eyes crinkled at the corners in silent laughter, “Yeah, like that would've taken me long.”









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