Thursday, October 11, 2018

How an image became a series...


Zombies suck but mine swallow.

The Zombies Coming cover shows Erick McGrath in a cheerleading outfit which was the original plot bunny that forced me to write this series. I needed to know who he was and where he was… I was quite disturbed to find his story was the third in a series.  


Zombie Ahead tells how Club Zombie was started as a haven from zombies. The club is set up so they can get the male essence they need to survive. Book #2 Zombies Suck is the story of Erick’s brother finding out about zombies and becoming one. Zombies Coming is finally Erick’s story. 

At the start of the Zombies Coming, Erick goes to Club Zombie to attend their Drag Night. It’s well outside his comfort zone but he wants to explore what it means to be nonbinary.

Cassidy Frost has been a zombie for twenty-eight-years and is starting to give up on ever finding a mate. He’s exhausted down to his soul but he can’t expect his mate to fall into his lap so he drags himself to the club. Though later that evening when he catches an armful of a gorgeous cheerleader he can only hope….

Zombies Coming
Club Zombie is a safe haven for people like Cassidy Frost. Zombies suck—but they’re not after brains! Forget mindless rotting corpses shuffling along. These zombies are young, hot, and looking for their mates.

Cassidy, who wrote everyone else’s happily ever after, had all but lost hope he’d ever find his own. Every night he sucked until his jaw hurt, praying for his other half more out of habit than faith his mate was out there. He didn’t dare hope fate would drop his mate into his lap.

Erick McGrath stumbled and landed in the arms of a beautiful angel. Though he must be dreaming, because he learned how cruel and short life could be when he lost his brother. Despite his parents’ toxic attitude, Erick starts to accept his nonbinary gender identity. Going to Club Zombie’s Drag Night is his first attempt at embracing his new grasp at freedom.

But Cassidy and Erick will have to take risks to have what they desire.

(Zombies Coming is part of the Club Zombie series but can be read as a standalone for a perfectly happy and satisfying ending.)



Thursday, October 4, 2018

Club Zombie Cover Art


This cover is pretty significant to the entire Club Zombie series. The art is based on the original scene Ally Blue planted in my head, and kept watering it while I lived in China

I said, “I don’t do zombies. There’s just not sexy.”
Ally said, “Come on, Z. I bet you could figure out a way.”
Laughing I added, “Well, if I wrote zombies they wouldn’t be after brains…. Zombies suck but mine would swallow.”
And birth of a series!

For some reason, a person assigned male at birth stood on the landing of a club wearing a cheer leading outfit. (Ally added crooked pony tails to the image.)

I went insane trying to figure out where he was, who he was, and how the hell he was involved with zombies… The next scene was him falling into the arms of a man dressed as an angel… Again, no damn clue.

I needed to write Zombies Ahead and then Zombies Suck to get to Erick’s story.

PL Nunn, the artist who did the cover decided a night time scene would be cool. That’s the way the cover morphed from the landing (which started the series in my head back in early 2011) to showing Erick right after he leaves his car to go into Club Zombie. 



Thursday, September 27, 2018

Nonbinary & Gender Fluid



Erick McGrath is a nonbinary.
"Genderqueer, also known as non-binary, is a catch-all category for gender identities that are not exclusively masculine or feminine‍—‌identities which are outside the gender binary and cisnormativity. Genderqueer people may express a combination of masculinity and femininity, or neither, in their gender expression." (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genderqueer)

Cassidy Frost is gender fluid. 
"Genderqueer people may identify as either having an overlap of, or indefinite lines between, gender identity;[2] having two or more genders (being bigender, trigender, or pangender); having no gender (being agender, nongendered, genderless, genderfree or neutrois); moving between genders or having a fluctuating gender identity (genderfluid);[3] or being third gender or other-gendered, a category which includes those who do not place a name to their gender.[4]" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genderqueer)

Both nonbinary & gender fluid are under the transgender stripe of the LGBTQIA rainbown.

**Keep in mind >>> Gender is very unique to the person. How they feel it and express is their experience... it might not be everyone else's or it might be**

That's one of my biggest fears of writing this book is people who identify as nonbinary or gender fluid would be upset/hurt because Erick and Cassidy express and present themselves differently than they do. Everyone needs to remember there's a ton of variations in the spectrum of nonbinary & gender fluid.... and everything for that matter.

Zombies Coming

Club Zombie is a safe haven for people like Cassidy Frost. Zombies suck—but they’re not after brains! Forget mindless rotting corpses shuffling along. These zombies are young, hot, and looking for their mates.

Cassidy, who wrote everyone else’s happily ever after, had all but lost hope he’d ever find his own. Every night he sucked until his jaw hurt, praying for his other half more out of habit than faith his mate was out there. He didn’t dare hope fate would drop his mate into his lap.

Erick McGrath stumbled and landed in the arms of a beautiful angel. Though he must be dreaming, because he learned how cruel and short life could be when he lost his brother. Despite his parents’ toxic attitude, Erick starts to accept his nonbinary gender identity. Going to Club Zombie’s Drag Night is his first attempt at embracing his new grasp at freedom.

But Cassidy and Erick will have to take risks to have what they desire.


(Zombies Coming is part of the Club Zombie series but can be read as a standalone for a perfectly happy and satisfying ending.)




Thursday, September 20, 2018

Tian Di Speaks


I’m from Hong Kong. Without going into a lot of history, Hong Kong was a former British Colony and in 1997 we were returned to China but remain an autonomous territory of China. As loathed as I am to admit at having any similarities with Indigo Young (keyboard player & know-it-all), at times I feel as confused and annoyed by Chinese practices as him. Though I’m less whiny about it.

Anyway, ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted to be a singer. My father tried to push me into our family business but I’m not cut out for it. My sister, on the other hand, is great at it. She’s super smart but still loving and kind. When I came out to her she simply hugged me as I sobbed then showed me her collection of Yaoi—I think that’s the right English word for manga about two men together.

I’m a fundanshi which is the Japanese word for the male equivalent to a “rotten women” someone who loves Yaoi. I love the artistry and the beauty but what Yaoi is to me is hope. Hope that someday I’ll be in a place stable enough in my career where I can find a good man and we can love each other. But for now, I’m married to the music.

Speaking of music… Fanservice is part of the cost of fame. Musical television shows are set up with a premise of the bands in some sort of competition with each other but really it is just to see the bandmates do suggestive things that excite their fans. Kissing for exposure, Jin calls it.

Z. wanted to share an exclusive excerpt that takes place during Made in China’s appearance on a Korean TV Show. Made in China is playing Suck Blow… and not the type any of us prefer.

Exclusive Excerpt from The Temple of Heaven:
Tian Di got into his lead singer mode. He kept his eyes down and shifted from foot to foot as if he were nervous. Staring at the ground, he hoped to appear shy as they stood waiting in line for the silly game of Suck and Blow to start.

It wouldn’t benefit his career for fans to figure out sucking face wasn’t the only thing he liked sucking. To say he had an oral fixation wouldn’t be an exaggeration, and if he didn’t need to protect his voice, he’d probably smoke three packs of cigarettes a day or suck—but this was China, not LA.

Tian Di pieced together the information as the MC explained the game rules. “The band able to suck and blow the best....” The MC waited for the crowd to “oh” and “ah.” “Um, suck and blow the most cards wins.”

The wise guy gave his oversized whistle a blow, but the only translation Tian Di received in his ear piece said, “Begin.” As if he couldn’t have figured out what the shrill sound popping his eardrums meant.

Some members of Symmetry sat out the game to keep the teams even. They bounced around the stage and rallied the crowd.

Styx leaned over and with the necessary suction, picked up a card, then shifted it to Jin. Jin slowly pursed his lips and blew away the queen of hearts before he planted a big kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Nice! Way to pull the attention to Made in China.

Styx blushed and his hand fluttered to his mouth as if the lip press were a big surprise to him. Styx must have decided to ham it up, because he shrugged to the audience, and then he and Jin shared a quick smile. The audience ate the affection up.

Damn, Styx and Jin fit together like puzzle pieces. Tian Di’s heart clenched. He coveted the deep connection they had. Each touch, look, and kiss they shared served only to remind him of everything he lacked in his life. A couple of years ago, exchanging blowjobs with a fanboy would have been more than enough to satisfy him, but now... he was lucky to be flexible.

He had never been so long between men. He wasn’t picky. Young and old, Tian Di found reasons to enjoy whoever offered to spend time with him. Though things had changed over the last year. The last guy he’d been with, while skilled, left him feeling empty afterward.

He could barely believe it, but he craved more than casual encounters. Maybe living with people who really loved each other highlighted how fleeting and inadequate the passing pleasure had become. He twisted his ring to remind himself of his goals.

Styx sucked, latching on to the eight of spades, and turned toward Jin.

The audience got louder as Jin tucked his fingers into Styx’s belt loop and tugged him close. Jin grazed his lips across the card as if he were kissing Styx, and then he turned to blow the card to Indigo’s lips.

Indigo sucked the card away from Jin, turned toward the camera, and wiggled his eyebrows. He grabbed Tian Di’s waist.

Tian Di tossed his hair over his shoulder.

The audience sighed.

Indigo glared at him.

Whatever. Tian Di tilted his head to the left and pursed his lips in the best pout he could manage so he could receive the playing card from Indigo’s lips. He ignored the angry daggers Indigo threw.

Tian Di sucked the card against his mouth. He could see Styx and Jin working on their next card.

Stepping back, Tian Di bumped into Li, who steadied him. “Come on. Give me a card! Symmetry is winning.”
The scoreboard displayed two to zero.

Tian Di blew the card to Li who sucked the card and got it into the basket. They scored a point.

Jin passed the next card to Indigo, which he transferred without incident to Tian Di.

Wanting to build the drama, Tian Di turned nice and slow, giving the camera big eyes, and even fluttered his lashes. He leaned toward Li and couldn’t prevent the ace of diamonds from falling to the floor, causing him to plant his mouth on Li’s.

Li’s lips were soft, his kiss thorough, though mechanical. The kiss held affection but lacked passion. It appeared to be nothing like the kisses Li exchanged with Indigo.

The crowd clapped and stomped their feet, unaware there was no chemistry between them.

Putting a hand over his mouth, Tian Di playfully batted at Li.

Li’s eyes flashed amusement.

The onstage monitors showed young women had jumped out of their seats, screaming like they’d won the lottery. Some hugged the person next them, and a few even started to cry.

Success. That was what this game was all about: fan service.

The game continued, and after half a deck of cards, even Styx appeared to relax and get into the spirit of silliness. He dropped the card right as Jin sucked, and their lips touched. He clung for a moment.

Tian Di was sure when the program aired, there’d probably be hearts around their heads at every mistake, which would be shown in slow motion. He was good with the games... right?

For fuck’s sake, was this worse than blowing your way to the top? At least with a suck fest, once the guy in charge shot off, Tian Di could rinse out his mouth and put the incident out of his head. But these damned pictures would be following him throughout his career... however, this show would be enabling that career, so he needed to deal. He had to keep his eyes on the prize.


Thank you for letting me share a bit about The Temple of Heaven with you.


Many hugs, Z. 

The Temple of Heaven’s Blurb
Music is Tian Di’s life and his love, and he’s made plenty of sacrifices. His career is finally taking off with his band, Made in China, and he’ll continue to put music first... until he meets Jordon. Then insta- lust becomes insta-love and a commitment to the future—no matter how difficult it might be.
Jordon lives in a bubble constructed by his overprotective older brothers, who are so controlling that they’ve kept him from dating. A talented artist, Jordon managed to keep his success with a Japanese manga publisher a secret from his family, but now he fears discovery. It’s easier to let his brothers handle everything, but Jordon has reached his limit. He’s ready to draw some boundaries so he can be his own man and face all the challenges that come with that.
Their families and careers aren’t the only obstacles. Jordon must accept his identity as a gay man who doesn’t top or bottom. Fortunately, Tian Di—and his special talents—help Jordon open up to his sexuality in an erotic adventure that spans Japan and China, and with love, luck, hard work, and open minds, will end in a happily ever after.
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Thursday, September 13, 2018

BOOK FINISHED TO DO LIST


Several people have asked for my to do list in terms a writing a book. Here it is: 

Write in Scrivener
Put in Word
Kill bad words
Re-read
Spell Check
Send to critique partners
Do feedback
Re-read (check first lines of chapter)
Check spacing & chapter heads
Write synopsis
Write query letter
Submit to publisher Or Upload
Read Contract
Edits
Make Pintrest page
Update website
Give out ARCs
Request reviews: The Novel Approach, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Rogue Words, Stumbling Over Chaos, Scattered Thoughts, Crystell’s, etc.
Update GoodReads
Add book to Novel Rank and Bookbub
Write blogs
Make Media Package
Do contests
Write Next book

Thursday, September 6, 2018

How to get your BDSM dreams met…


Society attempts to embarrass and take away our sexuality by demonizing sexual expression especially from AFABs (people assigned female at birth). I could write a very long blog presenting evidence but just watch TV.

How are sexually expressive people shown? It’s rare to see a positive representation of sexual people (BTW we saw this in action with Sex & the City’s Samantha and with Brian on Queer as Folk. Two sexual characters and they both got cancer that hit them in their sexuality… so yeah even when the character is celebrated there always seems to be negative consequences.)

Another way to verify this is thinking about how people talk about sex in day to day? The expectation is sex is not discussed or spoken about in whispered words (unless you’re with me at Starbucks… ask Eden Winters).

Of course, there are exceptions but society defaults to controlling and hiding sex/sexuality.

I say fuck that noise. (As long as it’s consensual)

Own your sexuality.

But how?
1st Know Thy Self
You need to understand what interests you before you can share it with others. (This is not to say you can’t find your interests while exploring with others but sometimes it’s good to focus on yourself to know what you want without the influence of others.)


How to figure out what your needs/wants/desires?
Read (not just romance gasp! Did I say that?) Read BDSM How-To-Books
Watch videos (not just smexy videos but YouTube videos on the basics of what interests you)
Have conversations with others (ask questions & discuss topics)
Look at the BDSM checklist to find titillating activities. (And yes, some of the things you’ll have to google)
Play with the toy(s) that interest you.
And utilize any other way that lets you determine what tickles your fancy.


The Struggle of Sharing Your Ideas
Sometimes this includes no one but yourself… if so (& you’re willing) Enjoy.

Others might want to share their BDSM dreams with their partner(s).

Before you proceed: Keep in mind your partner(s) also have been fed the same line of shame and embarrassment society and family/friends have forced on you. The degree may vary but it’s probably still there embedded in their filter possibly coloring their reaction.

When broaching BDSM activities with your partner you might encounter resistance or a quick negative response > which can make you feel bad and wishing you had never brought up the subject. Though remember this might not be outright rejection but the learned response society force fed them.


How to start the conversation with your partner
1)    Feel them out > share a movie, book, post, or something you heard someone say…

2)    Ask them directly what they think & be ready for suggestions in terms of where you want to start…. Or decide together (best to start small with tiny wins than big with disasters)

3)    Put their hand on your ass and pull it back and smack it IF YOU LIKE IT: voice your appreciation with words or moans.

4)    Play with Toys: a paddle, a feather (Again start small) be ready for a negative reaction or denial of interest (again society force feeds us this negative stuff… try not to take it personally)

5)    Gentle role play: with a bit of a BDSM bent to it > school teacher naughty student


Getting Around the Negative
Ask open ended questions of your partner:
Why do you say that?
What do you think would happen if we did X?
How would X activity make you feel?
Allow your partner(s) to tell you how they feel.

Share how you feel:
Why are you interested in BDSM or name a specific activity?
How do you think X activity will make you feel?
Why are you seeking to feel that way?


See if a compromise can be reached:
Can you try it once and see how they feel? We can stop (aka Safeword) if you don’t like/want the activity to continue.
Is there a different activity that satisfies the same need? (IE: Need to serve doesn’t have to be met sexually a massage, doing your partner’s chores, etc.)
Can you get the same result without the equipment? (Just holding the bedposts as opposed to be tied to it?)

If there seems to be no compromise you might ask yourself harder questions:
Will time change your partner’s feelings?
What can you do to help support a change in your partners feelings?
If your partner never changes is this a deal breaker?
What are other ways you can get your needs met?

There are no easy answers but you’re worth working to find satisfaction. We are each responsible for our own happiness.

Always seek your own truth.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Jordon Davis Chats about being a sexual side


(Jordon sits down and kicks his legs up onto the coffee table. He sighs then pulls his legs back and curls them under him.) You know a question I hate: are you a top or a bottom?

By the way, when your answer is NO the guys quickly disappear.

Let me explain. There’s a lot of pressure from society, porn, friends… your brothers—I have two older ones—everything and everyone paints an image in your mind about what sex is supposed to be. I meet a great guy, fall in love and apparently at that point I’m supposed to what to thrust my condom covered dick into him or have him poke his protected pecker into me. Seriously?

Argh! Can someone tell me why I should want that?

I get much of society still uses the Bill Clinton definition of sex and that somehow oral sex isn’t real sex. Handjobs, rimming, rubbing against each other… in other words none of the things I think I’d find delicious—if I were ever given the chance—are considered by many not to be real sex.

Who decided the only validate sex is penis in hole?

I mean I know lesbians aren’t down with that. My oldest brother’s friend Lisa would have something to say if anyone suggested what she and her wife have isn’t sex…. However, as a gay man I’m supposed to believe that anal is the only way?

And what really pisses me off is that… well I guess I kind of do. I drank the Kool-Aid. In my head, I know not everyone wants that! I don’t want that—There I said it—but in my heart… I know not EVER wanting anal is a problem. It goes against norms… or what a lot of people believe are the norms.

Of course, I’ve never really told anybody how I feel about this… well, except for my friend Robin and my best friend Gwen. They take being sexually expressive to another dimension but who else would understand? It is supposed be in a male’s DNA to want to fuck, so what does that make me?

Oh, I know some of you would comfort me telling me I’ll grow out it or I just haven’t found the right guy, but that’s just not true… at least not for me.

You have to know I imagined anal sex a million times. I’ve watched a lot porn… like PhD level studies of porn. I’ve tried things… off page I’ve used dildos but I just don’t find anal sex erotic. It’s simply not for me. Hell, I even had Z. write me a princely deflowering but I realized that wasn’t who I was.

By now I bet some of you are saying to yourselves, “It’s no wonder why I never really had a boyfriend.” (Sigh) Maybe it’s not just that I have two overly protective older brothers…. but that’s an issue for another blog!

But I swear if I ever had a boyfriend I’d love kissing, cuddling, rubbing off together, slick handjobs, and (Jordon fans himself) oral sex. Oh wow… I mean blowjobs look just so— I could totally get behind sucking cock. Sucking lots and lots of cock and dare I suggest I’d love getting my cock wet in some beautiful man’s mouth… that’s just—

(Jordon leans toward you) You know what I find superhot?

A guy who can blow himself. (Jordon waves off disbelief with a flutter of his hands.) No, really! It’s a thing! I’ve seen it!  Google selfsuck. Man, I could watch those videos all day. I imagine myself sharing someone’s cock with them. You know trading sucks back and forth and—sorry I can get carried away.


Thanks for hanging with me,
Jordon Davis
PS I dropped a link on how to self suck... You're WelCUM!

The Temple of Heaven’s Blurb
Music is Tian Di’s life and his love, and he’s made plenty of sacrifices. His career is finally taking off with his band, Made in China, and he’ll continue to put music first... until he meets Jordon. Then insta- lust becomes insta-love and a commitment to the future—no matter how difficult it might be.
Jordon lives in a bubble constructed by his overprotective older brothers, who are so controlling that they’ve kept him from dating. A talented artist, Jordon managed to keep his success with a Japanese manga publisher a secret from his family, but now he fears discovery. It’s easier to let his brothers handle everything, but Jordon has reached his limit. He’s ready to draw some boundaries so he can be his own man and face all the challenges that come with that.
Their families and careers aren’t the only obstacles. Jordon must accept his identity as a gay man who doesn’t top or bottom. Fortunately, Tian Di—and his special talents—help Jordon open up to his sexuality in an erotic adventure that spans Japan and China, and with love, luck, hard work, and open minds, will end in a happily ever after.

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