Thursday, February 19, 2015

Author Of The Month - Jacob Z. Flores - Week Three (@jacobzflores)



Welcome to our third week of celebrating the amazingly talented



Today's post is about two of Jacob's books, 3 and The Gifted One, with excerpts, plus a funny thing that happened, and of course a chance to win in our giveaway!


First up, 3



Blurb:

Justin Jimenez has loved his partner, Spencer Harrison, for ten years. He’ll do anything for him—including bury his feelings for a man he met while he and Spencer were separated last year. Justin never planned to fall in love, and he certainly never planned to tell Spencer about it—but when a phone call wakes them in the middle of the night to inform Justin that his former lover, Dutch Keller, has been in an accident, he doesn’t have a choice.

Justin’s revelation shatters the fragile relationship he and Spencer were trying to rebuild. The weight of his guilt—both for hurting Spencer and for leaving a heartbroken Dutch to find solace in a bottle—crushes him. But what Justin doesn't know is that Spencer and Dutch guard an explosive secret of their own. All three men are tangled in a communal web of lies, and unless they find the events in their lives that ultimately led them to friendship, passion, and betrayal, they won't see the love at the heart of the pain.


Excerpt:

     Six feet from the most beautiful man he had ever seen, Justin found he was holding his breath. He had to remind himself to breathe for fear that he would pass out only a few feet away from his intended. Up close, his eyes were more radiant than from across the room. Flecks of gold glinted within the green irises.

     “… three, two…”

    Then he was standing before him. Puka Shell Boy leaned next to his friend, amazed that he wasn’t the object of Justin’s attention. He whispered something in his friend’s ear, but his friend wasn’t paying attention. He, too, was staring straight at Justin.

     “… one ….”

    Justin reached up and put his left hand around the green-eyed beauty’s neck. Pulling his head toward him, Justin crossed the remainder of the distance.

   Their lips met, and the world suddenly came crashing back to life. Noisemakers exploded throughout the club. People were yelling “Happy New Year,” and confetti and glitter were tossed about. The DJ began playing “Auld Lang Syne.”

     Through the noise, the revelry, and the singing, the two never stopped kissing. Their tongues jostled in each other’s mouths as they each inhaled the other’s hot passionate breaths.


     Never had Justin been more excited about a new year.



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Also by Jacob, The Gifted One


Blurb:

As his birthday approaches, Matthew Westlake fears more than just growing a year older. He fears never seeing another year at all. Each birthday brings a close call with death, leaving holes in his memory, recurring nightmares, and one more glimpse of his guardian angel. This birthday Matt must stand against ancient evils that have hounded him since birth, because he is a Gifted One—a seventh son of a seventh son.

Within Matt rests the unlocked potential of a force for good, but it also makes him a target. Being the Gifted One and dodging demonic attacks aren’t Matt’s only problems, though. He’s fallen in love with his protector, the Archangel Gabriel, and Heaven will condemn that love to save Matt’s soul. But Heaven doesn’t count on Gabriel loving Matt in return, defying divine law and placing them in danger from demons and angels alike.

Excerpt:



     Matt braced himself for the impact, but instead of metal slamming into him and tires crushing his bones, a blur of movement darted toward him through the rain. Someone he couldn’t see through his hazy vision lifted him off the pavement, before sidestepping the oncoming vehicle.

     A flash of something bright flew from the stranger’s hands and hit the rear tires of the truck. In response, the vehicle skidded and lost control. It spun to the left before lurching forward and careening into the intersection, where an eighteen-wheeler T-boned the truck. The resulting impact caused the truck to split in half with a deafening crunch of metal.

     “Good God!” Matt exclaimed as his vision cleared enough to see drivers exiting their cars in an attempt to rescue the man in the truck. It wasn’t until his feet once again touched the ground that he realized he had still been safely cradled in his savior’s arms.

     Matt looked up at the man who saved him. When he saw him for the first time, his breath left him for the second time that day.

     The man was stunning. His eyes looked like chipped fragments from the heavens. The radiant blue filled Matt full of awe and made him want to soar like a bird on the uplifting currents emanating from the man’s stare. Rivulets of rain fell from his jet-black, short-cropped hair, which matched the stubble that spread across his face. It made him look brooding, serious, and intimidating.


     Matt, however, wasn’t fooled. Hidden behind the strong, chiseled face, that most would find unapproachable, he sensed only kindness and compassion. A rough exterior existed, no doubt. His chest was expansive, framed by massive shoulders and muscular arms. Packaged inside a black leather jacket and dark blue denim, he looked tougher than diamond, but Matt instinctively knew he had nothing to fear from this man.




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And now, Jacob has chosen to share a personal story with us, something that's rather funny, and that you might sort of recognize...


      Have you ever had one of those evenings that doesn’t turn out quite like you planned? Well, it happens to me quite often, and I’d like to share one such event with you.

      This past summer, my boyfriend and I were in San Diego. He’d been working hard all week, and I’d had my head practically shoved in my computer the whole time. I had a book to get written! You know how that goes.

      Well, we decided to go out and have some fun one Friday night, so we hopped on line and saw that one of the local gay bars was hosting a Daddy Night. Being leather aficionados, we knew we had found our night’s entertainment.

      We donned our gear. I wore my leather vest, armband, and jeans so tight I could barely breathe. My man put on his leather harness and jeans that were even tighter than mine, and we were off.

      It would be nice to blow off some steam, have a few drinks, and dance with all the other leather clad cuties at Numbers. When we got there, no long line snaked around the building. I was relieved. I hate lines! I figured we’d gotten there before the daddy rush, and we’d be able to snag a good place at the bar for some prime people watching.

      I should’ve known better.

     When we walked into the club, what greeted us defied logic. In fact, I was sure I was suffering a stroke because I couldn’t be seeing what I was seeing.

     There was not one single person dressed in leather.

     But there were people wearing Japanese inspired costumes. One guy had on furry pink leg warmers. One guy had on only fuzzy pink leg warmers and a jockstrap. His hair had been dyed into a rainbow Mohawk. The girl he danced with wore a yellow tube top and a yellow mini skirt. Ripped fishnet stockings, which had been draped over yellow stretch paints, covered her legs, and she carried around a red and white sphere with a black stripe separating the two colors. On her cheeks, two bright red dots had been painted, and a pair of yellow and black cat ears sprouted from her head.

     What the hell?

     When I saw an abundance of Hello Kitty backpacks, I almost passed out.

     That was when my boyfriend turned me around and pointed to the screen at the front of the room. A Pokemon cartoon was playing, and that’s when it hit me.

     Oh hell no! We’d planned on Daddy Night not a Pokemon party, and I was not amused. Neither were many of the partygoers. They gave us the stink eye.

     We dodged the Pokemon balls that littered the floor and the people in full costumes and marched over to the bartender to find out just what happened to Daddy Night.

     His reply was simple. “Got cancelled for the Pokemon Party.”

     Really? No shit!

     Now you’re probably wondering: just how quickly did we bolt out of there?

     Well, here’s the thing: we didn’t.

     This was too funny not to enjoy, so we got some drinks and watched the guys dressed as dragons dance, and the cosplayers chase each other with Pokemon balls. I also posted constant status updates on Facebook. I just had to share this with my friends.

     And while we stood there in our leather and talked, I told my man that this was going into a novel, and you know what? It did. Life may not always go as I planned it, but when it does, it makes for some great scenes for my books.

     I can’t really argue with that. Can I?



More about Jacob:

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

    



Giveaway:




Check back next week for our Grand Finale, with info about Please Remember Me and Moral Authority, plus our Q&A with Jacob, and of course, another chance to win!!

Until then, happy reading!!







8 comments:

  1. Oh that story was too funny, especially since my two grade-school kids love Pokemon! Maybe they should make a leather-clad Pokemon character.

    Thanks for sharing that!

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  2. Great post!! Thanks for the giveaway!!

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  3. Loved the story! I was trying to figure out how Daddy Night and Hello Kitty went together (my mind was going into all sorts of crazy routes, like Japanese schoolgirl/boy sugar daddy stuff) until I read the simple explanation. :) Thanks for the chance to win.

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  4. I've never had something *quite* like that happen to me before! But it does make for an awesome story!

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  5. Fun story - that would have been something to see. Thanks for the post and chance to win.

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  6. I have both books on my WANT TO READ List so thank you for the giveaway!

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  7. what a funny story! Love your books, I have 3 so I would pick The gifted one. Thanks for the giveaway

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  8. I often wonder what life experiences & funny happenings actually do appear in a writers work and this is quite a good one to :) thank you for the giveaway and for another interesting and fun post

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