Guest Blogger – A E Via

Please welcome author A E Via, who is the latest visitor who has agreed to tackle my interview questions.

First of all, please would you introduce yourself to anyone lurking here?

Hello Readers. My name is Adrienne Via, though I write under A.E. Via. I’m still a relatively new author, Blue Moon was my first novel ever written last year and now You Can See Me is the second. I live in Virginia Beach, VA with my husband and four children, youngest is five and my oldest is eighteen. I’m a homebody. I prefer to stay home in the peace and quiet in front of a cosy fire and reading some hot male on male stories, instead of out partying. Although I’m fairly new to writing the beautiful M/M genre, I’m far from a new fan. I’ve been reading M/M romance for over nine years. I’ve been hooked from my first book. I can’t really explain why I find gay romance so beautiful…some things just are what they are.

What genre(s) do you write and how did you get into it/them?

I only write gay erotic novels because…well…Really? Its man on man loving…enough said. *laughing* Seriously, I’ve always been a romance genre reader, having started with a few of Danielle Steele’s big ones. I started out reading primarily M/F. then I dabbled into M/F/M. It wasn’t long before I started to want way less female and a lot more male. After I bought my first gay romance novel eight years ago, I haven’t looked back. In my opinion the men in M/M have such an intense level of love and hot, rough sex in their stories; I’ve just been extremely attracted to it. Writing about it is truly fascinating…I love where the scenes take me.

Which do you find easier to write: series or standalone stories?

It seems that I always start with the intention on my story being a standalone. I just prefer to read those types of stories and that’s how I want to write. However, it never fails that when I’m reading, I find myself wanting to know more about those particular characters or wanting the story to continue. So I guess the fans of my work are wanting the same thing…more of my characters. I don’t mind writing one sequel to a story, just to give my readers a little more, but I will probably stick to only one additional instalment. I don’t see myself writing a series that has fifteen plus instalments like some authors. I do truly commend them for making a story that interesting for so long.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

I like where my stories take me. I feel like I’m walking and living another life when I’m writing. Trying to feel what my characters are feeling, seeing what they do, and even speaking how they would….it’s like an alternate personality I take on to develop each character. It’s fun and unique, by far an author is the best profession there is.

Do you write your stories in order from start to finish or do you write out of order?

I don’t start a story and write a few pages or complete it half way and then start a new one and work on it, then go back to the other. Phew. Just saying that was annoying, so I know I couldn’t write like that. When I start a story, I work on it until it’s finished, and submitted to the publisher before I start a new one. I hear authors say all the time that they have ten stories in the works. I guess I’m just not that organized. 

Which of your own characters is your favourite and why?

I have a new story that will be released on March 21st entitled ‘Nothing Special.’ One of the main characters in this novel is named Leonidis Day (He’s introduced in You Can See Me) . He’s a badass narcotics detective who’s gay, proud and doesn’t take any shit from anyone. He’s hilariously witty and I feel like a lot of myself comes out in Leo. I love to laugh and have fun, so I wanted Leo to be real carefree and full of life…like me. He’s not one of those gay police officers that are afraid of being who is he is or let’s other’s ridicule him…he’s the joker of their hetero lifestyle. (Here’s a little taste of Leonidis)

Excerpt from Nothing Special…

Leo waited until his homophobic pain in the ass was almost to the other side of the room before standing up.

“So, Ronowski, same time as last night…my place, right? I bought the extra-large condoms this time, so we don’t have that little problem again.” Leo yelled for all to hear.

Ronowski spun around, his face a bright shade of red and Leo thought the man was going to burst a blood vessel in his neck.

“Fuck you, Leo!” Ronowski yelled back at him, his fist clenched at his side.

“So you want to do me this time. That’s cool, I’ll let that tight ass of yours have a break tonight.” Leo feigned a confused look on his face before adding, “I guess we won’t need those extra-large condoms after all, huh?”

Thank you so much LM for agreeing to host me. Readers, I hope you will enjoy You Can See Me and please look out for Nothing Special coming on March 21st. There’s so much more inside of me and I hope you will continue to follow my work. You can find updated information on my website, along with lengthy excerpts, links, blog tour dates, what I’m reading, buy my novel’s book swag, and more.

Thank you

Happy Reading

Author A.E. Via
Title:  You Can See Me
M/M/M GAY EROTIC CONTEMPORARY
WORD COUNT – 78,200
Release Date: February 07, 2014

Synopsis:

World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he’s to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind.

His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression.  He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor.  Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson ‘Ric’ Edwards.

Prescott’s not gay – at least he never considered himself gay – until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other.  Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott’s many wants.

When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void.

In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he’s not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can’t help but become entranced and crave more as well.

Pres soon realizes that there’s no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together – grab a cold drink – the heat is going to go all the way up!

​This is not your typical gay ménage romance. Everyone is not happy, skipping along, and loving life. These men are at each other’s throats. They live completely separate lives; fuss, cuss, and fight until they all realize exactly what the problem is…too damn much sexual tension.

Excerpt:

Ric leaned his head back against the elevator paneling and watched the numbers light up all the way to floor ten before his eyes drifted shut for the rest of the way. When the doors opened, he came face-to-face with Prescott’s Texan.

Fuck me.

Instead of the gorgeous prick getting on the elevator and leaving, the cocky bastard took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway and stared openly at him as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His hazel eyes scanned Ric up and down, taking in his disheveled, stressed-out appearance.

“Do you have a fucking problem?” Ric growled, refusing to pretend to be cordial to the man even though he was a complete stranger and had done absolutely nothing to him.

The man had the nerve to smirk at him and shake his head as if pitying Ric, or perhaps throwing it in Ric’s face that he’d definitely had a better night than he had. Ric did try to hide his anger at knowing the man had slept with his Pres. Why the hell else would he be leaving at five in the damn morning? Unless he delivered newspapers or milk, he had absolutely no reason to be on this floor this time of morning. Bastard.

“No, I don’t have a problem,” he drawled slowly, making sure to put extra enunciation on the “I” part of his sentence. “But, obviously, you do. Or else you wouldn’t be scowling at me for no reason.”

“Fuck you,” Ric snarled, stepping just a little closer. He wanted to tear the man’s lips off for talking with that accent. Then he wanted to rip his hands off for daring to touch his Prescott. The man’s probably a male gold digger.

“Did you enjoy taking advantage of Prescott? Did you get what you came for?” Ric growled like a rabid animal three inches away from the man’s face, but he’d be damned if the asshole didn’t even flinch at his showcase of fury. No reaction whatsoever.

The Texan had one hand casually tucked in his jeans pocket, kicking back one side of his stylish blazer, while he lazily rubbed his other hand over his taut chest and washboard abs that showed through the thin material of his untucked dress shirt. Ric hated to admit it, but the man looked well fucked, and he wore it well.

“How could you do that to someone like him?” Ric fumed, and it took everything in him to control his rage.

If I hit him, no one would know. There’s no one around, no witnesses. It’d be his word against mine.

“I knew I’d peg you in less than five minutes.” The man spoke with one dark brown eyebrow cocked up. He ran his fingers through his bed-tousled dark brown hair and let out an exasperated breath.

“Excuse me?” Ric blinked.

“Now I know why you were too stupid to hold on to Prescott Vaughan. You were too busy feeling sorry for him. Instead of you seeing a brilliant man, a world-renowned, accomplished chef who happens to be one of the most talented men to ever set foot in a kitchen, you see a needy, helpless man. Ahhh. Now it makes perfect sense.”

“Don’t try to act like you know me because you don’t,” Ric growled, still trying to be mindful they were in the hallway of the floor that he lived on.

The Texan pushed off the wall and closed the few inches between them. His six feet, two inches of height had him eye to eye with Ric, and the man showed no fear. His handsome face was now a mask of furious anger.

“I saw you treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes last night. I watched him beg you for five fuckin’ minutes of your time, and you spat in his face. Now, you have the audacity to say I’m mistreating him? Fuck you,” he snarled right back at Ric.

Just as fast as the man’s anger came, it disappeared, and he composed himself to reveal that smirk that Ric selfishly rejoiced Pres couldn’t see, because it was sexy as fuck…and the man knew it.

Ric watched his competition push the elevator button as he rubbed his hand over his morning stubble before speaking again. “You know what they say, don’t you, Doc? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and Prescott Vaughan is definitely a rare, precious treasure.”

The Texan inched in even closer, which surprised the hell out of Ric since they were practically nose to nose. Ric was smacked in the face with a faint soap-and-water fragrance that made his eyelids flutter and his own dick jerk to life. Ric’s half-lidded eyes were riveted to the Texan’s plush lips as he leaned in and whispered directly into Ric’s open mouth.

“If you don’t pull your head out of your ass and claim Prescott Vaughan like he wants, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked the sexy strawberry ten ways to Sunday and there’s not a single trace of your existence left in his mind, because with or without you, he needs love, and I was the one there last night to lick his sweet tears when you walked away.”

The elevator doors opened at his final words, and the smooth Texan took a few graceful steps backward into the elevator and gave Ric a sexy wink right before the doors closed.

Fucking asshole, Ric thought.

AUTHOR BIO:

A.E. Via is the new best-selling author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths. 

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family – a husband and four children – her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn Harris.

While this is only her second novel, she has plenty more to come…so sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on up-coming work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.

Links:

Amazon buy link: http://www.amazon.com/You-Can-See-Me-Via-ebook/dp/B00IBQN8KE/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391996415&sr=1-2

Publisher: http://www.amirapress.com

Author’s Official Website: http://authoraevia.com

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-E.-Via/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1390865523&sr=8-1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20416316-you-can-see-me

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