Happy Tuesday, darlings!
Today I have the talented Iyana Jenna popping in for a visit, answering my questions and holding a giveaway! Meet Iyana and her latest release A Home for Jesse.
Jesse Gray can’t get more unlucky.
His roommate left him and he gets kicked out when he can’t afford the rent.
Next, the owner of the fast food joint where he works part-time suddenly tells
him he no longer works there. Jesse still has a job as a PA on a movie set but
the pay will never be enough to afford even the cheapest room in Hollywood.
There’s only one place left to stay the night -- in the park.
Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Today I have the talented Iyana Jenna popping in for a visit, answering my questions and holding a giveaway! Meet Iyana and her latest release A Home for Jesse.
Welcome
Iyana, Please tell us a bit about a Home for Jesse (preferably something that’s
not on the blurb).
It’s a story of Jesse Gray with the hardship in his life, especially
since he got kicked out of the room he rented with a friend because he no
longer could pay the rent. Things got worse when he lost his part time job at a
fast food joint and got robbed of all of his belongings. He was only a PA. He
has no place to stay and money to buy food. When Trey Miller, an actor working
on the same set as him, offered him to stay at his house, there was nothing
else Jesse could do but accept the offer. He promised Trey that he would pay
every single cent spent on him though Trey couldn’t have cared less.
What’s
your favorite line in the book?
Just one line? Let me give you a bit.
What the
fuck?
Trey’s
vision blurs. God, Jesse. He has carefully noted down everything he got from
Trey so he won’t forget them later.
Without the context, it’s hard to
know what’s going on, of course. I wish you get to know what’s happening. :)
Are you a
plotter or pantser?
I’m 20%
plotter and 80% pantser. I usually started with a rather long summary, but then
I go from there without an outline.
Describe your writing space.
I usually write on the couch in my sitting room with my netbook on my
lap, a plate of snacks on my left and my kitty, Horus, sleeping on my right.
What is something you'd like to accomplish in your writing career next
year?
I always want to have my own paperbacks. For that, I have to write
novels. So far my works are short stories and novellas. I wish to write my
novels in the future.
You focus on writing MM
romance. What do you envision happening in the MM genre in the next five to ten
years? Do you think it’s just a fashion?
I think it’s going to get
bigger and not just a fashion, with more acceptance to gays and lesbians in
more countries in the world. I want to see MM books being sold in bookstores
like general romance novels here in my country. I’ve never seen one in any
places here. It made me wonder for we do have gay books written in my mother
tongue by local authors in the bookstores, yet there are no MM foreign books? I
know now e-books have reached anyone and any place but it feels great to see MM
paperbacks in bookstores sitting side by side with the likes of Sandra Brown or
Nora Roberts.
**March
Madness **
A book to
read this month—Back to His Roots by Patrick Wendling-Markwell
A film we
absolutely must watch—Noah, with Russell Crowe
Favorite
place to read—On my porch
What would we
find under your bed if we had a look right now? Just boxes with old magazines,
I guess. :)
What is the
most embarrassing thing your mother ever did to you?// Or if you have children,
what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to them? I can’t think of
anything embarrassing my mother did to me. Well, she always told anyone how
weepy I was when I was a kid, but that’s a fact. LOL.
A Home for Jesse
by Iyana Jenna
Published by JMS Books
Length: 19,909 words
Length: 19,909 words
Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?
~~~EXCERPT ~~~
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats
his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto
the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He
is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not
suffering from early signs of pneumonia.
Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks, Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free -- ah, that’s better.
He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.
* * * *
“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
What one more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four -- and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.
Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow -- or rather, this afternoon.
“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.
“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.
“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess --”
Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.
Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.
“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”
Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.
“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”
Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!
“My name’s not Brenton.”
“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”
And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.
Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks, Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free -- ah, that’s better.
He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.
* * * *
“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
What one more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four -- and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.
Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow -- or rather, this afternoon.
“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.
“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.
“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess --”
Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.
Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.
“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”
Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.
“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”
Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!
“My name’s not Brenton.”
“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”
And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.
Available at:
JMS Books || Smashwords || Amazon || ArE
About Iyana:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city
famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling
stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you
can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams,
though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she
prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather
than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is
kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil,
Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would
play with her when she writes.
Get in touch with Iyana:
This sounds like a great book please count me in for thegiveaway.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shirley. :)
DeleteElyzabeth, thank you so much again. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteSounds interesting , want to read.
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