Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Hello, thank you so
much for having me!
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
This story is in first
person, from the prospective of Steve, and he came to me when I was dealing
with some rough feelings myself. I used all the negative energy and put them
into the character to kind of get them off my chest. The rest of the story fell
into place around what Steve was feeling.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
I try to write every
morning and I drink lots of tea. If I really need to get something out I go sit
at Starbucks where they know me by name.
Q) Is this part of a series?
If so, tell us about it!
No this is my first
stand alone.
Q) How much real life do you put into or
influences your books?
As I said before I put a lot of real life feelings into
this one. I always take what I’m feeling and channel it into my books. It’s cheaper than
therapy!
Q) If you could choose, which
published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?
I would love to work with Tiffany Reisz because I love the
way she writes damaged characters. I’m always drawn to characters in pain.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My next project will
be the forth book in my bestselling Bound series. I’m really looking forward to sharing that with the
fans. I also have a m/f Sci-fi in the works as well as a contemporary m/m piece
involving a cop and a prostitute.
Thank you so much for
having me on your blog!
A little bit about
Veil of Scars:
Steven
is tall, dark and damaged. He doesn't let anyone close, comfortable on the
outside of normal life where he can hide his scars behind a wall so high that
nothing gets through…except them.
Despite a childhood marred with black and blue, he's survived and moved in with
his two best friends, Sam and Charlie.
Life
should get better, but it was Sam who held him when the dark threatened to
swallow him whole, Sam who gave him a place that felt like home, and Sam who
knew every scar and every broken place.
And
it's all been taken away with Charlie sharing Sam's bed.
Without
his former confront, Steven realizes what's been hiding in the deep corners of
his heart, and the truth sinks him like a weight. He’s in love with one
or maybe both of his roommates. Navigating unrequited love tears Steven apart
and brings him to the precipice, and he has to choose: his feelings or Sam’s…and Charlie’s?
Here is a sneak
peek from Veil of Scars:
Soon the music
was going and party-goers were milling about in the low lights. There were
drinks and bodies on every surface. I stood behind the bar, not minding making
drinks for the guests since there was little else at the party that I wanted to
do. The atmosphere mellowed as the liquor took effect, and Sam had long stopped
trying to drag me out to dance. Instead, he’d taken up a spot on the couch with
Char. Their mouths met, skin and lips, while their hands wandered, stroking and
skimming over each other’s clothes as the party moved around
them. I sat back, finding I was no longer needed as everyone was sated. The few
remaining people had paired off in couples for the night, strewn over the
furniture and floor. The base thumped, and bodies moved with it as if the
alcohol had turned them into living recreations of the music. The door to Char
and Sam's room slammed shut, closing off a guy and two adventurous women.
Sam’s
head snapped back at the sound, and he cursed under his breath. He glanced
around then whispered to Char. She giggled and grabbed a throw off the back of
the couch.
An
outsider where I sat, I seemed to have escaped notice as the only fairly sober
party in the room.
She
pulled the blanket over herself and then moved the thin fabric over his lap.
Soon Sam’s
head flopped back into the cushion, and his mouth fell open in a soundless
moan. Charlie's eyes blazed with mischief, and she grew more eager with every
reaction from her boyfriend. His hand slid up her shoulder, curling around the
back of her neck. My skin burned in the same place, a physical memory of the
times he’d
touched me the same way.
He
dragged his head off the back of the sofa and looked at her, his blue gaze
pleading louder than any words could. The air buzzed with electricity from the
pair of them. He licked over his lips, and the muscles in his arm tightened as
he guided her head towards his lap. Charlie ducked under the blanket, and a
flash of heat ran through me.
Was
she really going to go down on him in the middle of the party?
I
held my breath, transfixed as Sam lifted up his ass below where the blanket
covered him to slide his pants down around his ankles, I guessed. He groaned,
this time audibly, and the sound went right to my gut. I chewed on my lip ring
unable to stop myself from staring. Charlie's head bobbed under the cover, and
Sam's eyes rolled back in his head.
Suddenly
I was flushed and embarrassed. I was the voyeur, spying on my friends who were
caught up in drunken passion. I tore my eyes away from his lap only to find his
blue gaze locked on me.
About J.R. Gray
When not
staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of
the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent
resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard
to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life,
including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's
existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are
necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn't
writing...well, that's not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt
Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would
end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.
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