Happy Friday everyone!
Let’s round off the week the right way by welcoming my latest guest Julia Flowers aka A T Weaver.
First of all, would you like to introduce yourself to anyone lurking here?
My legal name is Julia Flowers but I write under A. T. Weaver. I’m in my late sixties. I have four children, ten grandchildren and one great-grandson.
I live with my cat Cleo just outside Kansas City, Missouri on the Kansas side of the state line in an apartment building for people over sixty-two.
What made you decide to get into romance writing?
I’ve been an avid reader of romances for over forty years and often thought about trying my hand at it. A few years ago, I was out of work and just started typing.
How did you get into male/male romances? What do you like about writing male/male romances?
That’s a long story. About nine years ago, I was watching a show on Bravo called Boy Meets Boy. I somehow ended up as a member of a Yahoo group of fans of the show. There were about five straight women, a couple of lesbians and over 3,000 gay men. After the show was over, several of us stayed in the group. Up to that time, I hadn’t given much thought to the plight of gays in America. The guys educated me and I got involved in gay rights. When I said I’d like to write, one of them suggested a story ‘where the boy meets the boy and they ride off into the sunset together’.
A man named Randy Roberts Potts has an art performance piece going around the country right now called The Gay Agenda. He and his boyfriend set up an apartment in a store front and go about their daily business. They cook, clean, watch TV, do computer stuff, have friends in for dinner, all the normal stuff you do on a daily basis. They just want to show that gays are just human. Randy says it’s meant to be boring. That’s what I try to do with my characters although I hope they aren’t boring.
What do you think makes for a good hero in male/male romances?
I think any hero should have the same qualities whether gay or straight; handsome, honest, caring, among others.
Is there any genre(s) that you haven’t written yet which you would like to? If so, which genre(s)?
I think my newest book delves into a bit of the supernatural. My favourite writer is Nora Roberts and I most enjoy her books dealing with witches.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
Making my characters come alive. One of the best reviews I got on my first book was the man who said, “I want to meet Alex and Andrew.”
Where do your ideas come from?
I really don’t know. I just start hearing conversations in my head – usually when I’m in bed trying to go to sleep.
What kind of research do you do?
Some internet, some from people I know, some from personal knowledge of my over sixty years.
How do you keep disciplined in your writing?
I don’t as much as I should.
What advice do you have for anyone who wants to go the route of self-publishing?
It’s the only way to go. But, don’t pay some company lots of money to publish your books. I did that for my first book and I think I’m still in the red.
Who are your favourite authors when reading for inspiration?
Like I said earlier, Nora Roberts, Jude Deveaux, Barbara Michaels, Rita Mae Brown (especially her Mrs. Murphy books).
What do you like to do to relax when you aren’t writing?
I dabble in fibre arts. I dye, spin, weave, embroider, knit. Although I don’t dye as much as I used to. I am also active in my church.
What are you working on at the moment, and what are we likely to see from you in the coming months?
I just finished Catriona’s Curse and am working on a story about a high-school student who comes out by breaking the nose of a soccer teammate. He then goes on to meet his ‘Teddy Bear’ and their story continues.
When Sunny Nelson walks into the house built by an ancestor, strange things start happening. First, he senses an attraction to April Davis. He hasn’t been attracted to a woman since he discovered the difference between boys and girls. Of course as soon as he sees her brother, Jeff, he forgets April. Later, as he turns the old house into a B&B, he starts having dreams and visions about people who lived in the house. Together April, Jeff and Sunny discover the secret of Catriona’s Curse.
When I got to the brook, Fetcher lay on a blanket spread on the grass. I smelled the scent of cinnamon from the candle burning on the witches’ stone. Also on the stone was a bottle of wine, two glasses and some food. Sunny stood totally nude in the middle of the brook facing away from me toward the west. In the glow of the setting sun, he looked like a god. Although I didn’t know much about Celtic gods, I seemed to remember the name Lugh as a being similar in nature to Apollo, the Greek God of Light.
Fetcher gave a soft woof as I approached and Sunny turned.
I caught my breath at the sight of Sunny’s muscular body. I thought him attractive Labor Day in his surfer trunks, but seeing him totally naked and aroused, I realized what made the front of his jeans fit so snugly. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and ran down his chest like shiny silver ribbons in the rays of the setting sun. My body responded at the sight of him. A feeling of anticipation caused my stomach to flutter.
As nonchalantly as I could, I asked, “Isn’t it a bit cool for skinny dipping. Besides, the water isn’t deep enough to swim in.”
“The water’s fine; come on in.”
Although I wanted him, I wasn’t ready for him to see my body’s reaction to him. “I think I’ll pass,” I answered
Sunny maintained a steady gaze as he taunted, “Chicken.”
I stared back into his eyes. I felt hypnotized and started removing my clothes. As I stripped, I walked toward the water. Sunny held out his right hand. I took it and stepped into the water. As I started to speak, Sunny placed the index finger of his left hand over my lips, “Shhh.”
He pulled me toward him, lowered the finger from my lips to my chest, and teased my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I felt my cock harden. As Sunny pulled me to him, I felt his shaft hard against my abdomen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “Sunny.”
“Shhh. Don’t talk; just feel.”
Where can we find you and your books on the web?
Other books by A. T. Weaver
Acceptance: One Man’s Quest
First Impressions Don’t Count