Thursday, March 27, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Spotlight on JC Wallace & Curiosity Killed Shaney. *Giveaway*

Happy Thursday, darlings! Today I have the pleasure of hosting the lovely JC Wallace and his novel Curiosity Killed Shaney. This is a blog tour so there are a bunch of prizes being given away! 

Hi, everyone! I want to thank Elyzabethfor inviting me to the blog. Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.

This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away at the end of the tour. At the end of this post, you will find a link to enter!  Check in at for links to all of the blogsin the tour and you can enter as much as you like!


Sex Scene Writing...Yeah or Nay?

I love to read sex scenes in my M/M novels. In fact, if there aren’t sex scenes, then I’m less likely to read it. It’s just something I like in my stories. I don’t read het romance so don’t ask me about M/F sex scenes.

Unfortunately, writing sex scenes when compared the rest of the story isn’t much fun for me. I had one reader tell me how much this revelation disappointed her, which was odd to me because whether or not I enjoyed writing a scene shouldn’t matter. There have been hundreds of other scenes without sex that I’ve wanted to shun as well. So, what is it with sex scenes that makes me want to skip them all together when I enjoy reading them? Well, here’s a short list...

They are tedious and detailed.
When writing sex scenes, you really have to stop and really think of mechanics. It’s more than two bodies writhing and joining in sexual bliss. Body placement - arms, legs, lying down, facing one another, sitting, standing, where the two people are in relation to one another - are all of major importance. It’s technical and, I feel after writing numerous sex scenes, I have an inkling of what porn directors or actors go through when filming. It gets pretty exact. I recently read some hilarious sex scenes from published stories reprinted on a blog. Some of the things the authors had body parts doing were physically impossible. While you’re shouldn’t be narrating a sex scene move by move, you always have to know where body parts are and what they’re doing. That takes some real concentration on my part when the participants are supposedly out of their minds with passion.

Needing more than the same old, same old.
Some sex scenes can get pretty wild, when, in an attempt to add something fresh and new to the romance genre (gay and het), authors may go to extremes...On the backs of moving horses (really?). Or with werewolves (one step from bestiality). Or using descriptors that are more ridiculous than they sound such as “man sword” and “fluttering hole.” But without venturing out and striving to create something different, then you just get the same old sex scenes reproduced over and over. Finding new ways to describe what each person is feeling physically and emotionally usually requires several hundred trips to the Thesaurus. In many M/M books I’ve read, I’ve seen the following progression over and over (may vary slightly):

Man sees/meets hot man. Man jerks off to visions of hot man in the shower. Man and hot man give each other blowjobs or rub one off on one another. Man and hot man have sexual intercourse in the shower (because their dirty, of course). Man and hot man have sexual intercourse in the bed. Man and hot man are separated or have a falling out. Man and hot man have make-up sex. The end.

I raise my hand in guilt with following some of this pattern and I am trying to better my sex scene writing in the future.

Not in the mood.
You’re MCs are hot and panting and ready and you’re not. You really have to get into something remotely resembling the current mood of your MCs. You can write sex scenes when you’re exhausted and have about as much sex drive as a dead person, but this makes the writing even more aversive. You really don't want to write a sex scene if you're pissed off at someone, unless maybe it's angry sex. I rarely ever skip a sex scene and come back to it because sex scenes must do the same as every other scene—drive the plot forward. MCs should never have sex just to have a sex scene. Something must happen during that scene that adds information to the story, even if it’s as simple as one of the MCs realizing they actually love the other person, or that the sex they just had with the other person wasn’t enjoyable (not necessarily the kiss of death you might think it is in a romance). Yeah, being in the mood, really important.

In conclusion, I love to read sex scenes. Writing them not so much, however...once I’ve written them and hashed them out in my story, I think, “Hey, this turned out pretty good”  and “Okay, that wasn’t so bad” —until I have to write the next one.

What do I think goes into a good sex scene? I’ll save that for a future post.Thanks for stopping by!Tomorrow, the blog tour will visit the blog of Jon Keys. Hope to see you there!

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Shaney's curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?

~ ~ Excerpt ~ ~

“How old are you?” Shaney asked. The silence was driving him batty.
The side of Hudson’s jaw twitched. “Twenty-six.”
“And Hudson. Is that like Rock Hudson or the Hudson River?
Another flinch of that muscle but that movement wasn’t an angry twitch. The man couldn’t be nervous, could he?
“Hudson River.”
“Cool. Named after a river. I think I was named after a three-year-old. Is your middle name River?”
“Does anyone call you Huds for short?”
And those were the last words they spoke to each other until they reached the cabin.
As the trees thinned, the one-story fishing cabin came into view. Not as eerie as Shaney had pictured in his head. The green paint was weathered and a few shingles were missing, but overall the building was well-maintained. The windows were the old metal frame kind with single panes of glass. Definitely a summer cabin. Winters in the Adirondacks got down right bitter, often dipping into the double-digit negative numbers. Shaney hated the cold as much as his balls did. Hibernation was his winter activity of choice. This, of course, made the other natives scoff since the area was all about winter sports. They were less than thirty minutes from the Olympic Village of Lake Placid. Maybe if they had something exciting, like Extreme Ice Fishing, Shaney could be drawn out of his warm apartment, if only for the entertainment value. He envisioned ice fisherman sitting on their buckets while skiers pulled behind snowmobiles zigged and zagged around them. One missed zag and fishermen, poles, and fish would all go flying.
Shaney looked up to see Hudson scowling; jaw clenched tight, dark eyes glaring. Man, had anyone ever looked that annoyed with Shaney?
“Care to join me?” He growled.
“Sure,” Shaney said and followed until the man stopped short. Shaney’s sneaker slid in the mud and he tried to stop, but his body plastered itself to Hudson’s backside. Shaney’s arms automatically wrapped tight around Hudson’s waist to steady his legs.
Oh, hells bells, this feels so good. The heat from Hudson went straight to Shaney’s groin and for just a second Shaney breathed in leather and earth and sweat. When his brain caught up, Shaney jumped back as if his body had come into contact with a hot surface.
Hot is right, he thought as his sneakers slipped again, and he ended up sprawled on his back in the mud. Without hesitation, Hudson reached down and grabbed Shaney’s wrist, yanking him upright.
Hudson surveyed Shaney from head to toe and Shaney felt every inch as a caress. Why did Hudson make Shaney squirm in his skin, make him desire the feel of the strong man over him, under him, behind him…anyway he could get him? After only two hours with the plaid-covered hunk, Shaney’s sexual tension had risen to levels that were about to blow his heads off—all three of them.
Suddenly, Hudson’s jaw unclenched and his eyes lightened. Even his shoulders relaxed. Shaney’s breath caught at the soft openness gazing down at him. Butterflies beat furiously in the pit of Shaney’s stomach. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Hudson’s eyes intently followed the movement. Slowly, he lifted his hand toward Shaney’s face. Was he going to touch Shaney? Yes, touch me. Shaney wanted to step closer and nuzzle his cheek into that palm. A slight hesitation of his hand, a flicker of something in Hudson’s eyes, and Shaney froze. Hudson’s hand continued up and a light brush of fingertips across the bump on his scalp sent shivers zinging down Shaney’s spine. There wasn’t enough air.
“Does it hurt?” Hudson asked in a low, rough voice as he watched his own fingers stroking Shaney’s head.
Please, don’t ever stop.
“Not too much anymore. I guess if I knocked it again, probably.” Shaney’s gaze never left Hudson’s face. How rare was that open honesty?
Hudson’s eyes flicked down to meet Shaney’s and for one perfect moment, Shaney stopped thinking. But as quick as a rabbit fleeing a fox, Hudson’s hand snapped back and the tension that had been momentarily absent, now filled Hudson’s face. 

Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!
Shaney is so excited about his story being told that he is giving away some great prizes!
P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!
1- $25 Amazon Gift Card
2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks
2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts
3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs
2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards

You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!

About JC Wallace

I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY


  1. Great interview! Thanks JC and Elyzabeth!

  2. I like the points you make in the interview!


  3. Creo que una buena escena de sexo (desde mi punto de vista) debería tener varios puntos importantes: Que llamen a las cosas por su nombre (nada de "espadas carnosas" y "flores húmedas abiertas", pero sin caer en la vulgaridad constante del "polla" y "coño"), que sean originales pero a la vez realistas (he leído polvos dignos de una actuación del cirque du soleil), que sean explícitos y con detalle, pero sin regodearse en excesivas definiciones anatómicas.... podría extenderme tanto que no terminaría este comentario y daría para una entrada de blog entera, pero creo que la idea principal ha quedado clara XD.

    1. Thanks for the great reply. I agree with your thoughts!

  4. Thanks for having me Elyzabeth!


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