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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

BDSM Blog Hop 2015: Just Enough Knowledge...

BDSM Blog Hop: Just Enough Knowledge To Be Dangerous

Hey ya’ll!

Man it’s been a while since I’ve posted to The Purple Fantasy Den, I know. I apologize, I have been lax. Blame it on the flying saucer internet. It won’t be for too much longer, I promise. But I’m very happy that I came out of my internet anal-probing (-snorts-) for the BDSM Blog Hop. I still remember when it began (last year-yes, I know I sound like an old man, just go with me here) it started off with an idea, someone read an article told someone else to read it, a conversation got started, it got shared on Facebook, people kept sharing, kept talking and before you knew it, a movement had begun.

Many of the most extraordinary moments in history have started off that way. Someone heard someone else share an opinion about another person’s lifestyle, beliefs, relationship, family, child… skin color, and didn’t think they had a right to feel that way, to express themselves in that manner, to act the way they had. To burn crosses. To beat up gay people or arrest them. To toss them into mental institutions.

To declare that those of us who indulge in the kinkier side of life are deviant or violent or serial killers, or unfit parents. That many of us have great communication skills and self-control and most of the relationships that have a BDSM foundation are extremely healthy.

Last year, I took you through guided tour of different parts of the BDSM world and many of you liked that. So much so that many of you wrote to me and shared stories, asked questions (asked me to be your Dom… you know who you are—yeah… you), asked about munches in your area and websites and even other books out there you could read. It was fantastic and really made me smile.

This year, I wanted to talk about something else, however, the two different sides of the BDSM coin. Those who are in the Lifestyle and those who know just enough to be dangerous.

This is going to be short and sweet so don’t worry, and it’s still going to have that Vic-charm too.

Now, one of the things I love most about people in the community is that for the most part we have no problem with people asking questions in order to learn more. We don’t want people attempting something and getting hurt, we don’t want them writing something incorrectly because then people try it and get hurt (-clears throat- The book that shall not be named –clears throat-), and we don’t want people assuming that anyone can do it. This isn’t QVC people. You can’t just buy the package as is, open it and instantly know what the fuck you’re doing. You need training. Everyone does. From the Doms down to the subs. Masters. Slaves. And everyone in between.

So I love that you can find someone, make contact with someone and say “I’m new to this, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing and I need someone to train me,” and they won’t laugh at you, they’ll just say “Okay, let’s help you out.” Even if you’ve been in the Lifestyle for years, decades, centuries… okay, maybe not centuries, because seriously? But, whatever, even if you’ve been in it for a long time, and something has changed, or you want to learn something new, or train in a different area (learn to use a whip, or if you’re a sub, train in service instead of just pain), then members of the community will do that for you.

There is an openness and a trust there that isn’t found in other communities, I’m sorry to say. I’ve had people in the BDSM community stand at my back and grab my arms (and this just happened last year) as if to demonstrate putting a rope around them and I trusted the person that was doing it because she was a member of the community. If it had been anyone else? They would have been knocked the fuck out, no questions asked.

So, when you are in the community and you have been trained you know certain things, you know terminology, you know body language, you know hand signals, etc. There are things inherent within us because we have been through that training. It isn’t something we lose or forget even if don’t do a scene for a while. Whether we are a sub or a Dom. A sub can read their Dom and vice versa. There are code words, visual cues even within the community. Granted, some of these change as the community is embraced and matures, as all things do and some are resistant, but you will find that there are some tenements that many of us will always hold true to (Safe, Sane, Consensual, or Risk, Aware, Consensual, Kink).

But we twitch (I growl) when we come across what I like to call the “Wikipedia-website experts”. The ones who get their knowledge from what they’ve learned from typing in “BDSM” online into the Google search engine.

"BDSM is a variety of erotic practices involving dominance and submission, roleplaying, bondage, and other interpersonal dynamics. Given the wide range of practices, some of which may be engaged in by people who do not consider themselves as practicing BDSM, inclusion in the BDSM community or subculture is usually dependent on self-identification and shared experience. Interest in BDSM can range from one-time experimentation to a lifestyle." (Wikipedia's definition of BDSM:

They tell us that we’re wrong about the very community and lifestyle we have been trained in because “Wikipedia states…” or “Merriam Webster defines BDSM as…” or “Dr. No-Name-Stick-Up-His-Ass says that those who indulge in BDSM are…” and then they caution us or they applaud us or they stare at us warily. Or perhaps they gawk at us. Maybe, they even try to tell us how to do it better because they read a book that they bought on Amazon that was published after The-Book-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named by someone who read the book and tried out some kink, enjoyed it, tried out a little more, and then wrote a book about it all and now the book’s selling like hotcakes.

Whatever the reason, this person knows just enough about BDSM to be dangerous. They know a lot of the terminology because Wikipedia wouldn’t be such a popular site if they didn’t get a lot of it right. They know about things like aftercare, and different floggers, cock-cages, ballgags, whips, hard-limits, soft-limits, negotiations, etc. Maybe they even know about the collaring-ceremony. They may have even found the BDSM Blog Hop and read some of the blogs and learned a lot that way, but while reading these things online and even in a book is great, there is no way you can try to tell someone who has gone through the training that you know better than them because you read something online about it.

There are bad seeds in every community. I've had countless conversations with people where I've had to point out to them that if you want to see the bad in a certain race, gender, sexuality, lifestyle, religion, age group, shape, etc. then you will. Granted, at the time this person was talking about black people, but the truth applies here too. The number of those who take things too far is miniscule to those who see BDSM for the beauty that it really is. And as my Granny always said, you can't let one bad apple spoil the bunch. So when you come across an article online, perhaps you read something and it causes you to jerk, or stop and you want to go to someone in the Lifestyle or even someone not in the Lifestyle or merely talk to someone about BDSM as if you have full-knowledge of everything.

WAIT! Before you do that. Stop. Breathe, Obi-Wan. Slow down Arya Stark, before you stick Needle into someone's neck, take a second to think and find someone who has training and present the information to them. Don't beat them over the head with it. You don't have to talk to them as if you know better.

However, you can ask them about it. As I said, we have no problem talking and answering questions, thus the reason for this blog hop, to give out information, to put names and "faces" to those with the knowledge and many of us with the training so you can come and ask us your burning queries. So asking something like “I read online that Doms are robots and don’t cry. Is that true?” Is totally fine. Instead of saying “You said your Dom cried? Well, he’s obviously not a real Dom, because I read online that Doms are robots and don’t cry at all.”

See the difference?

The assumption that what you read online about the community is what is true is not reality. Just recently, as a matter of fact, I was browsing Netflix and was stunned by the number of titles I heard that were BDSM-centric. I didn't know if this meant that we were being embraced or if every last movie was going to piss me off. Because I know myself (and really, I don't have the cash to replace electronics if I keep throwing them across the room in anger), I contacted a friend of mine and told him about the movies. He and his wife are both in the community so they watched them together. He called me back and said one word: "Run." LOL.

So, I encourage you to find someone in the Lifestyle and ask them your questions, they would be more than happy to answer them.

By the way, the question about Doms being robots? Not true at all. Doms are human and they are fully capable of crying. Believe me.

*I will be giving away one free copy of either any book from my backlist, a free copy of Daddy’s Boy when it releases on July 17th, or the first 3 books in the Mistakes series (Delicious Mistake is a BDSM story from Pride Publishing (aka Totally Bound Publishing) to one lucky person who comments.*

-Vicktor Alexander

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015


Hey Everyone!

Just wanted to let you all know that all of the Vicktor Alexander Presents titles will be on sale at All Romance EBooks! The sale is all day tomorrow only April 15th.

This means that The Alpha's Beautiful Mate and St. Nick Luvs Kris Kringle will be 25% off tomorrow only!

Please take advantage of this offer while you can!

Kevin Stiles is a beautiful man. He's been told that his entire life. From his long black hair to his big, blue eyes and tight compact body, he's wanted by both women and men. And for the most part, he has used his looks to his advantage. He was a child model and now he's a supermodel. He has two homes and regularly takes luxury vacations. It is on one of these "mental health vacations" that Kevin finds out that the world he lives in is filled with more than just the pretty, and those who want to be pretty. There are things that go bump in the night, and Kevin discovers that when one of them, the biggest wolf he's ever seen in his life, attacks him on the beach of Barbados and bites him... hard.

Fitzgerald Beacham is the alpha of his pack. He's big, strong, and scary in both his wolf and human form. And though the scars on his face and body are intimidating in his shifter form, on his human face they're just... ugly. He knows that when he mates a female from the pack to continue the line, she'll be mating his power and position and not him and he's fine with that, until he scents his true mate on the beach.

Now Fitzgerald has to convince Kevin to stay with him in Barbados in spite of their rocky start because now that they've bonded he'll die without his mate... literally. And there's someone out there who knows that and is determined to use it to their advantage.

When John Sneider accepts a job interview playing "Jolly Old St. Nicholas" at the Galleria Mall in Orlando, Florida he accepts that his life is over. He has hit rock bottom. He will never be an actor or a singer, and his best years as a studly gay man have passed. But when he finds himself actually in competition with another Santa Claus for the gig, well let's just say, John has lost his holiday spirit.

Charley Mullins just wants to make enough money to buy one very special present for one extremely important person. If that means he has to turn into a devious Kris Kringle and steal the job away from a talent-less, self-centered, gorgeous, asshole... then so be it. Charley would get the job as mall Santa at the Galleria. Even if he has to betray John to do so.

The men start off in a battle, fighting until the end. But when the role of Santa is finally announced, will St. Nick still luv Kris Kringle, or will the Christmas season end up with two men with Christmas stockings filled with coal?

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Anna Butler A picture and a thousand words...

Hi everyone it is Teaser Tuesday and that means it is time to give you guys a look into some new books....No these aren't my books but a fellow author's. 

Her name is Anna Butler and she is stopping by The Purple Fantasy Den to promote two of her new books.  

This post was supposed to appear earlier in her tour but I have been fighting an illness and some things slipped through the cracks which I apologize for.

Without further ado I am turning the blog over to Anna Butler!

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Are you a visualiser or a words person?

I’m not really thinking here about the pure differences between left and right brain thinking – that’s waaaayy too scientific for me. Although, it is true that a person who is primarily a visual thinker can have difficulty in putting their thoughts down into words—Einstein, for example. Did you know he said "The words of the language, as they are written or spoken, do not seem to play any role in my mechanisms of thought. The physical entities which seem to serve as elements in thought are certain signs and more or less clear images which can be voluntarily combined." I love it that one of the most intelligent men on the planet had this little wrinkle in the way he thought.

I was thinking more about how much writers also need images and visions to help them write. Or, at least, I do.

Before I start writing anything, as I’m researching it—researching steampunk, or sports in Victorian London, or interferomatic dispersion (yup, seriously)—I search for images too. Sometimes I’m looking for people who can stand in for my heroes, for Flynn or Bennet and Ned or Rafe, and whose faces will often be in my mind as I write. Often, too. it’s peripheral images: clothing, spaceships, steampunky coffee machines, weapons...

That’s where Pinterest comes in. I know I groaned and grumbled at first at the thought of yet another social networking site to suck up my time, but Pinterest has been incredibly useful for inspiration, story-boarding and storing research results. No longer do I have to print out loads of pictures and stick them in a folder. These days it’s there, ready, at the click of a button.

I have a personal board set up for the things that are nothing to do with my writing. But my writing boards are a treasure trove of things relating to the Taking Shield series or The Gilded Scarab. Everything from how a gentleman tied his puttees, to a hand drawn sketch of the layout of the hangars and launch bays for the Gyrfalcon. Each book has a board dedicated to it on my account but the other boards are the attractors for other people using Pinterest, who may find my boards because they’re looking for images of coffee machines or Victorian ladies clothing, but then find the boards of the books and take a look at those too.

It can’t stand alone as a way of reaching a new audience, but it can certainly help you both organise your thinking/planning/researching phase and send a few new people your way. I thoroughly recommend it.

Of course, you have to have a will of iron not to spend hours there, looking at the pretties…

You can find my boards at Anna Butler, Pinterest by following the link.

When Captain Rafe Lancaster is invalided out of the Britannic Imperium’s Aero Corps after crashing his aerofighter during the Second Boer War, his eyesight is damaged permanently, and his career as a fighter pilot is over. Returning to Londinium in late November 1899, he’s lost the skies he loved, has no place in a society ruled by an elite oligarchy of powerful Houses, and is hard up, homeless, and in desperate need of a new direction in life.

Everything changes when he buys a coffeehouse near the Britannic Imperium Museum in Bloomsbury, the haunt of Aegyptologists. For the first time in years, Rafe is free to be himself. In a city powered by luminiferous aether and phlogiston, and where powerful men use House assassins to target their rivals, Rafe must navigate dangerous politics, deal with a jealous and possessive ex-lover, learn to make the best coffee in Londinium, and fend off murder and kidnap attempts before he can find happiness with the man he loves.

(Cover by Reese Dante)


The polished wood and dark red velvet of the lobby carried through into the Praecipias, giving the lounge a rich and luxurious feel. The light of crystal chandeliers glinted on cut glass and the bottles ranged on shelves behind the bar. As the maĆ®tre d’ had hinted, it was still rather early and the company was thin. Two patrons sat at separate tables. They straightened and looked back at me when I glanced around, both wearing smiles and expectant expressions. But no. They were good enough, but neither appealed to me. The trick was to pretend I hadn’t noticed them at all, instead focusing on my scotch and lighting one of the thin cigarillos I’d bought at the tobacconist. That way no one’s feelings were hurt.

A shame, perhaps… but no. Thanks to Phryne’s careful hands, I was shining that night. I deserved better than good enough. I deserved much better, and I could afford to wait until there was someone whose company I fancied. So I drew on my cigarillo and inhaled the sharp smoke. If I tilted my head back, I could watch the smoke float up toward the embossed ceiling. It hung in the light, drifting back and forth, and back and forth.

“May I buy you a drink, sir?”

I really am not a nervous man, but I jumped. Good Lord! Where had he come from? Sneaking up from the left, where I still had difficulty seeing things on the edge of sight, I supposed. I hadn’t seen him approach, and now that I looked, two or three others must have come into the room while I had contemplated my scotch and stared at the ceiling. Two stood at the bar talking, and a third slid into a chair at a table near mine, his dark eyes raking me over. He looked faintly familiar, although I couldn’t imagine where I’d seen him. He was well enough, too, but I turned my attention to the man who’d spoken to me.

Oh, but this one was better than good enough! Much better.

About my age, by the look of him, but as fair as I’m dark—wheat blond hair in artful disorder, with quite astonishing hazel eyes set above high, pronounced cheekbones and a strong mouth and chin. Thank God he had a chin. There were far too many men who had none worthy of the name. The rest of the stranger was rather attractive too. He leaned on a cane in his right hand, inclining his long, trim body toward me. It gave him a slight air of eagerness that was, I felt, distinctly flattering, as well as allowing him to show off an evening suit that fitted him like the proverbial glove and must have cost a very pretty penny. Definitely better than just good enough. Unless he turned out to have all the personality faults of Attila the Hun, this one would most certainly merit further attention.

And, really, Attila the Hun hadn’t been all bad. He was rumored to have been very considerate of his horses.


Dreamspinner as an ebook and in paperback.

From an Amazon near you ( and links for starters).

All Romance as an ebook.

Earth’s last known colony, Albion, is fighting an alien enemy. In the first of the Taking Shield series, Shield Captain Bennet is dropped behind the lines to steal priceless intelligence. A dangerous job, and Bennet doesn’t need the distractions of changing relationships with his long-term partner, Joss, or with his father—or with Flynn, the new lover who will turn his world upside-down. He expects to risk his life. He expects the data will alter the course of the war. What he doesn’t expect is that it will change his life or that Flynn will be impossible to forget.

(Cover designed by Adrian Nicholas)


As advertised, the Shield officer was proving to be the enigma that everyone had expected.

Flynn had worked it that first briefing so he got a good look before anyone else. He liked what he saw. In his black uniform, the Shield captain stood out in the crowd of Fleet pale grey. Everything about the Shield rig was plain. The rank pips in the stand-up collar of the tunic under his flight jacket were a dull silver, and only about half the size of the ones Simonitz wore. There wasn't a medal ribbon in sight. Only the tiny, ornate Shield badge at his throat was a bright silver.

The monochromatic look suited the Shield captain, matching his black hair and the pale grey eyes. The captain's hair had more cowlicks than a field full of heifers, spiking up despite it being worn longer than was strictly regulation. Flynn took note, too, of cheekbones so sharply defined that they looked like they'd been machine cut, and a strong mouth. The face was youthful, except for the eyes. They'd seen a lot. Altogether, the Shield captain was definitely one of the pretty people in life. Almost as pretty as Flynn himself.

Cruz, to whom he imparted this insight in the OC after Bennet's first visit, rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder the girl didn't have to grope about on the deck for them. She had never appreciated his true worth. He had to guilt her into buying him a beer in reparation.

He sipped his beer appreciatively. It always tasted better when someone else was paying. “What d'you think of him?”

“Seems pleasant enough.” Cruz shrugged. “He didn't tell us much, though. I didn't think he would.”

“No. And that first briefing was a bit basic. Wonder what he was fishing for there.”

“We'll likely find out in time,” said Cruz.

“I'd rather know now.” Flynn took a pull on his beer. “Simonitz doesn't like him.”

“Did Sim ever apply for Shield?”

“You picked up on that too, did you? I don't know, but there were a few hints there. I thought the Shield was pretty gracious about it, with Sim sitting there glowering all night.”

Cruz nodded. After a minute, she said, “He was good with Nairn, taking him seriously. Some people might have laughed or slapped the kid down.”

“Nairn's a question mark on legs, some days.”

“He's young for his age.”

“And getting a severe case of hero worship,” Flynn said, laughing.

Cruz looked at Flynn, brown eyes warm with affection and amusement. “He's not the only one, I'd say.” She smiled. “Would you?”


Gyrfalcon is available as an ebook at Wilde City Press

Comment here and get an entry in a rafflecopter to win an Amazon gift card (drawn when the blog tour is over at the end of March).

In addition, one commentator chosen at complete close-eyes-stick-a-pin-in-it random will get their choice of a little pack of Gilded Scarab or Gyrfalcon loot and a free copy of FlashWired (a gay mainstream sci-fi novella).

Anna Butler was a communications specialist for many years, working in UK government departments on everything from marketing employment schemes to running an internal TV service. She now spends her time indulging her love of old-school science fiction. She lives in the ethnic and cultural melting pot of East London with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockapoo.

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Friday, February 13, 2015

Storming Love: Blizzard Layne, River and Damion Release Day Post

It is Freaky Friday and as you all know that means anything goes!

I am going to devote today to my newest release from MLR Press...


It has taken Damion Martin six months to finally start to get over the startling break-up from his partner Layne Haylse. They’d been high school sweethearts and blissfully in love. 

Then the man suddenly wanted nothing to do with him. Having to work with him at Yale University almost every day made the separation that much harder. 

Meeting the young marketing major, River Cunningham, may just be the ticket to helping Damion heal.But they say that to every story there’s two sides, and the truth lies somewhere in the middle. 

When a harrowing blizzard crashes through Connecticut, trapping all three men inside the campus library, they will soon find that sometimes things aren’t as black and white as they seem. 

When the truth is revealed, it may change their lives forever.

Reports are coming in from a reporter in Philadelphia who states that the snowstorm appears to be growing in intensity and hitting from three separate areas. Much like the blizzard in ’93. I think we may be facing a very serious blizzard over the next few days, Marva. So if you are living within the path of the storm, it is best that you are prepared to spend a lot of time in front of the fireplace or the heater, with no place to go. This is Andrew Zax of XKLT 1830 AM Connecticut News.

River shook his head. Meteorologists were a bunch of alarmists. He turned his head to look out one of the windows of the library, the smattering of snowflakes that drifted past the glass plane making a liar of Andrew Zax. River scoffed. He didn’t know why everyone was freaking out over a little bit of frozen rain. That’s all snow was. The people in Connecticut were behaving as if they had never experienced winter before. The three inches of snow River had tromped through to get to the library was nothing compared to his family’s vacation to Nova Scotia, Canada a few years previous. Now that was a snowstorm.

River was pretty sure a person had never experienced a true blizzard until they’d experienced one in the Great White North.
River grit his teeth as the janitor’s cart approached, the wheel squeaking as it got closer. He narrowed his eyes, raising his finger, prepared to shush the campus employee, but his reprimand got lodged in his lungs as he stared at the broad shouldered, dark brown-skinned, black man, walking behind the maintenance cart.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The man looked exactly like Morris Chestnut and, trying to be as discreet as possible, River grabbed his cellphone out of
the back of his jeans pocket and lifted it in front of his face as if he were texting in order to snap a picture. He took three or
four rapid pictures, especially one of the stranger bending over, because… yum… and lowered the phone back to the table and sent the photos to his best friend Michelle.

The warm breath on the side of his neck startled him and he let out a loud squeak.

“I hope you got some good pictures there, jailbait. Though you really didn’t get my best side. I look much better with my
clothes off.”

River’s mouth dropped open and he stared as the janitor winked at him before turning to walk off. River fell back against his chair, his eyes sliding closed. He covered his face, his cheeks burning hotly in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that he’d been caught! More than that, the janitor had seemed amused… no, almost flirtatious with him about it. In what universe did that happen to him?

Before River could dwell on it any further, his phone vibrated on the table in front of him. Reaching out, he snatched up his cell to check Michelle’s response before the librarian had a chance to chastise him. The guy was hot, just as hot as the janitor, but he was a stick-in-the mud. Way too strict.

Sliding his finger across the screen, River read the message and covered his mouth to stop the laugh that tried to burst free.

If you need tips on how to have sex with Morris Chestnut, I think the campus library has the Kama Sutra in the Reference Section under Gender and Sexuality Studies.

Make sure you also check all of the other books in this collection written by my talented colleagues.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

The Importance Of The Warning Label

Hey Everyone!

-points above-

Did you all see the pretty new banner?

-strokes it lovingly-

I have an awesome friend who loves me who made it for me...

Okay... now for the truth.

I have a friend who extorts free babysitting out of me who made it for me. It's a good trade I think.


I haven't just blogged in a while and my lovely assistant, Melissa told me that I should. So I agreed with her.


During the week I still have my theme days:

Monday: Man-Oh-Man Mondays (Flash Fiction stories based on pictures, written by yours truly or author friends and then pimping new releases or retro releases)
Tuesday: Tantalizing Teaser Tuesdays (Sexy, Naughty, Teasing excerpts from either me or author friends and then pimping a new release or a coming soon release)
Wednesday: Work In Progress Wednesday (An excerpt from something either I or an author friend is currently working on and then pimping the book(s) that go with that series or another book that has just released or is about to release)
Thursday: Thursday Pimping (NEW RELEASES! This is the day I invite author friends to come and talk about their new releases. Blog tours, cover reveals, etc. It's all about new releases and pimping new releases on Thursdays here on The Purple Fantasy Den!)
Friday: Freaky Friday (Anything Goes. Literally. I turn the den over to author friends, bloggers, guests, reviewers, my daughter, sometimes I'll post. It's anything goes. I only have one restriction: Nothing controversial. But other than that. They can post whatever they want. Porn? Sure. Cat videos? Go for it. Miley Cyrus videos? -shudders- Okay. If you must. It's carte blanche for the guest!)
Saturday & Sunday: The Alpha Dom's Den (It's my turn! I get to blog. I may share about my new releases. I may blog about a book I've enjoyed. I may talk about something in the news. I may just put up a picture to get you through the weekend. But whatever it is, the weekend is MINE.)

From The Alpha Dom's Den
The Importance Of The Warning Label

In the last month I have read two really amazing books. Like uh-mah-zing. The kind I'd give the Vic Seal Of Approval to. The only problem?

Neither one of them came with any warning.

I'm not talking about Warning: This book contains sex between two men.

Because ummm.... hello? I was reading a gay romance I was kind of expecting that.

No, the warning I'm talking about was more along the lines of Warning: This book contains mentions of child abuse both physical and sexual, mentions of rape, domestic violence, non-con, and child pornography. Or in the other book. Warning: This book contains child abuse which may trigger some readers, violence against a minor child, and suicide. Read with caution.

This is not to say these books weren't good. They were amazing. And you all know I don't give those compliments lightly. We're still at the beginning of the year and already I'm going to be giving out my second seal of approval to a book, but you all also know how I am about recommending books to you all. I feel as though you should know what I know. If there is a double penetration scene in there? I tell you. Fisting? I tell you.

Girly bits? Well, I'll tell you that too.


Because not everyone likes what I like. And some readers are triggered by things that I am not triggered by and some aren't.

That's the big thing that I'm talking about here.


There's a book that I LOVE by my friend Amy Lane: Living Promises. I read it once and sobbed my eyes out. I was warned ahead of time about the book but I didn't listen and read it anyway. Even though I love that book to pieces and Amy did an amazing job. I will never read that book again. Why? It has too many triggers for me. It hits WAY too close to home for me. Just thinking about the book too much makes me want to close myself off in my room and cry or grab my nearest friend and let them hold me like a baby.

And I am not a little man.

So having warnings on books, in blurbs, is important, in my opinion to avoid situations like this.

When I read the first book I talked about above I was at about 66% of the way through, thinking that the author was going to continue to hint at what had happened to the character, without going into explicit detail, when BAM there it was. It wasn't a little bit either. I would have been okay with vagueness, but it was the description that got me. My body trembled, I got a lump in my throat and before I knew it I was waking up my roommate as I stumbled through the house to deal with the ramifications of it all.

I could have closed the book and stopped, yes, but I needed resolution. I needed a HEA for the character by that point. And like I said, the book was AMAZING. The author had done a brilliant job pulling that type of reaction out of ME, because I'm the person, the reader who usually reads books and will usually tell authors: "Readers are going to cry right here." And they'll ask me: "Oh! You cried?" And I'll laugh and say: "No. I don't cry. But I can tell you that readers are definitely going to cry right there though."

The fact that I was having a reaction was a big deal. I wasn't prepared for it. Now if there had been a warning on the book, would I have not bought it? No. I still would have. I just would have been armed. I would have told my roommate: "Hey, remember that book that had this, this, this and this in it? I'm getting ready to read it." And she'd be like: "Oh shit. Alright. I'll go make the nachos and put on Torchwood." And we'd be set. LOL.

And sometimes warnings can be fun. I put a warning on The Alpha's Beautiful Mate letting people know that it might cause them to spit out liquids on their electronic devices and that I was intending it be humorous. But for the most part? Warning labels are there, should be there for those readers who may be triggered by the contents within. It's also something to protect the author and the publisher because I know I would hate to receive an email from a reader telling me that they read one of my books that triggered them so horribly that it sent them into a depression or worse.

And the thing is? Those who need the warnings look for them, and those who don't look over them.

But again, that's just my opinion.

So I think warnings are the responsibility of not just the author but the publisher as well. And if the publisher doesn't put the warning on the book or the website, then it's up to us as the authors to make sure you, the readers, know what the warnings, or the triggers, may be. What do you think?

What are some warnings you have seen or wish you had seen on books?

-Vicktor Alexander
The Alpha Dom

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Shae Connor Unfortunate Son Blog Tour Post

Interview with Evan and Riley
By Shae Connor

For my penultimate Unfortunate Son blog tour post (I just wanted an excuse to use the word “penultimate”), J.P. Barnaby suggested that I throw a few questions at my main characters and see what they come up with. No rules. Just weirdness.

Me: Let’s start off simple. What’s your favorite color?
Evan: Blue. Riley’s is pink. And sparkly.
Riley: Blue, really? So predictable, honey. And yes, I do like pink, and sometimes sparkly, but you don’t have to make it sound like I live in a Barbie Dream House.
Evan: No, but you have at least four bottles of pink and sparkly nail polish in your bathroom.
Riley: Awww, I didn’t know you’d counted.
Evan: Well, after we knocked them all off the shelf last week…
Riley: I tried to tell you to watch out for that, but you were too busy tearing off my clothes.
Evan: Yeah, well… next question??

Me: I could’ve done with hearing more, but okay. Favorite food?
Evan: Easy. Pizza.
Riley: *sigh* I swear, he’d order it every night if I didn’t cook. Not that I have anything against pizza, but most of the time, I’d rather have seafood or roasted veggies.
Evan: Well, really, my favorite food is whatever Riley cooks. Except peas. I hate peas.
Riley: Now he’s just trying to butter me up.
Evan: Is it working?
Riley: … maybe.

Me: What’s the favorite place you’ve ever visited?
Riley: Now that’s easy. Paris. There’s just something about the City of Lights.
Evan: I didn’t know you’d been to Paris.
Riley: Just once, but I’d love to go back.
Evan: Maybe we’ll honeymoon there.
Riley: … is there something you haven’t told me?
Evan: *smile* Nope. Not a thing. Anyway, my favorite place is New York City, but I’ve never been to Paris, so that could always change.

Me: All right, then… do you want to get married? In general I mean.
Evan: I never really thought about it until recently. I mean, it wasn’t like I could anyway. But things are changing so fast, so yeah. Yeah, I think I’d like that. Someday.
Riley: When I was younger—I mean, a little kid—I was ringbearer in my cousin’s wedding. I wore a tiny little white tuxedo and everything. And I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I wanted to be wearing a real tuxedo, all grown up and standing in front of the preacher with the person I loved next to me.
Evan: *reaches out to squeeze Riley’s hand* You romantic.
Riley: *grins* Fair warning, though. I might want the colors to be blush and bashful.

Me: What is it with all the Steel Magnolias quotes anyway?
Evan: That’s Cory’s fault.
Riley: It isn’t like we hadn’t all seen the film. But Cory does particularly seem to enjoy quoting from it, and after their being friends so long, Evan picked up on that. Now we all seem to be doing it.
Evan: There are worse things to quote.

Me: Very true. So here’s something a little more personal. Riley, have you watched any of Evan’s films?
Riley: No. And no, I don’t plan to.

Me: Do you mind if I ask why not?
Riley: It’s nothing against them, you understand. I don’t have a problem with any of it. But I have the real thing in my bed every night. Why would I need a digital reproduction?

Me: Excellent point. Before we go, anything else you’d like your readers to know?
Evan: My favorite color isn’t really blue.
Riley: Why did you say it is?
Evan: I don’t know.
Riley: Well, then what is your favorite color?
Evan: Your hair in the sunlight.
Riley: Jesus. And you called me a romantic.
Evan: What can I say? You bring it out in me.
Riley: … excuse us. I think we need a little time alone to… discuss this topic in more… depth.

Me: Don’t let me stop you, boys!

Five years ago, Evan Day lost his lover in the Afghan sand, and in the fallout, he lost his military career and his family. With help from friends, he reinvented himself as porn star Trevor Hardball, but his scars are hidden, not healed. When Riley Yeats falls into Evan’s lap in a bar, he awakens a part of Evan he’d thought was dead and gone. Evan’s fascinated by the blond and twinky Riley, even though he’s the opposite of Evan’s usual type.

Then Evan’s family reappears his life, and Evan soon learns Riley has his own family-inflicted wounds—ones that make it hard for him to be there for Evan. A disastrous confrontation between Evan and his parents leaves Evan’s mother injured and Evan overcome by anger and fear. Losing his tenuous hold on his emotional control, Evan makes one bad decision after another, but maybe his final fall will be the wake-up call Evan needs to set things right—with his parents, and with Riley.​

Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Writers chapter, Shae was first published in 2010 and has a lineup of short stories, novellas, and novels available from Dreamspinner Press, Wilde City Press, MLR Press, and Amber Allure.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously, and she’s an annual volunteer for the Dragon Con on-site publication, the Daily Dragon. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at

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Saturday, January 3, 2015

Missouri Dalton Curse on the Mountain Tour

Well, it’s the last day of the tour folks. I hope you’ve all had a wonderful time! I must say thank you very much to all of my wonderful hosts. You have been amazing!

Right now I’m working on the sequel to this, so with any luck you’ll be seeing it before the end of 2015. I always knew there would be a follow up book to A Curse on the Mountain, as I had one started already before I did the big rewrite which is the heart of what you are all getting to read now.

This world has a lot of room to work in, and while I know there will be a book two, I don’t know about beyond that. It’s a big world—so who knows? I wish you all a wonderful new year and I hope you enjoy the book. 

In the cursed city of Var Eldore, perched on a mountaintop surrounded by a frigid swamp, the rain never stops. Former pleasure slave Myr lives in hiding, trying to stay a step ahead of his captor. But there’s more to Myr than he realizes, and destiny has other plans for him. Soon, he counts soldiers, spies, nobles, and wizards among his allies. Their goal is to oppose the king and those who perpetuate slavery, and fight for the freedom of their land. As they uncover secrets and conspiracies, each more tangled than the last, Myr also discovers he has unique abilities to aid their cause—the Redeemers.

As the strength of the Redeemers grows, so does the number of enemies they must face. Each member of their alliance has his or her own demons to battle, and Myr must confront the truth about himself and become the leader they need. Alongside his lover Ryall and the people who have become his family—as well as some unlikely friends—Myr and the Redeemers must prepare for war. If they fall, the city in the rain will follow.

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 It's the last day of the blog tour and I'm giving away the biggest prize! Today, those of you who comment on this post will be entered to win a few things:

1) Copy of the Night Wars Backlist Anthology (in ebook format of your choice)
2)You will get naming rights to a character in the sequel
3) A commissioned piece of artwork (the original to be mailed to you)
4) A signed bookplate, and a print of the cover art. 

Author Bio:
Missouri Dalton is a writer of horror/paranormal contemporary fantasy and alternate historical novels.

Missouri was raised mainly in transit, slowed down to finish school in one place and was then determined to be as nomadic as possible, if only because that's how things just worked out. 

She uses writing as an escape from her own neurosi and currently lives with her dear friend Sophia.

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