New Freebie of the Month!
Think this is my first time having The Drunk Email free. The book where I decided if Amazon won’t compromise with step-incest (even though they do all the time for the M/F category) then I might as well write full out incest. Huzzah!
Woke up tired. Might actually be sick—like real sick, not just my immune system freaking over allergies. My brother has a cold so I can only assume it’s already too late for me. XD
I’m typing this on a new laptop. My chromebook kicked it this week. I found a laptop that can handle the editing I usually have to do on my PC. I had no working spell checker on the chromebook. @[email protected] It’s so nice to have one now even for something simple like the newsletter. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to do the formatting and file creation stuff I thought I could only do in Linux. Not an issue after all, it just took a little bit to figure out the Windows command prompt.
It’s been a very quiet couple of weeks. Cold, still, calm. I’m sure the world is buzzing out there, but except for my laptop change, I’m happy to be bundled up in the house oblivious to the stresses and drama. That said, I’m so excited about Hellcat, you can’t even understand. It’s finally turning into something I hadn’t planned. That might sound weird, but when I plan things, it’s kinda, well, predictable. The characters jump through hoops I set up and it feels forced. Hellcat has finally reached the place where everything is happening through the characters, not me, and they’re reacting perfectly.
This was a problem I saw in the new Star Wars movie, actually. It felt like the director didn’t know how to tell a story. He found every element the previous movie set up and deconstructed it down to worthless. Every mystery you wanted answered he popped a pin in and deflated until I just didn’t give a fuck. My brain had nothing to solve and my heart had no investment. And yeah, I know nothing means anything, and value is in the beholder, but stories are for the ego. The audience lives and is entertained through the ego. The director didn’t know how to filter through his and it left everything blah.
Art is literally taking what exists around us and insisting there is a meaning. A house becomes a place of safety and years of love. A hand reaching out is the only kindness known is a lifetime of pain. Punching someone is defeating evil and protecting everything you know—or an injustice! A rivalry where the outrage has no outlet and can never be forgiven. It’s the meaning behind an action that gives it power to the viewer, not the action. Everything is an action but that doesn’t make it a story.
When you see the ‘good guy’ punch the ‘bad guy’ after the good guy grins and bears just one too many hits to his pride, the audience cheers because they felt those hits like they were real and they want vengeance in the way of physical pain back. No, that bad guy may have never physically harmed your hero, but to the audience the pain feels real—even though it’s on a screen or it’s just words of text. I know, it’s amazing! XD Good storytelling immerses an audience and makes them feel what the character feels. It reminds them of old pain and lets them see it in a new light. It gets their brain going as they try to solve the ending—will they be led to salvation or doom and how exactly are they going to get there?
This is humanity in life, trapped by emotions that they place on meaningless actions—because people insist things have meaning. It’s fun. It’s entertaining. Take the meaning away, take the motivation out, and there’s nothing to become engaged in. It’s just people doing things.
You know where I saw this done well recently in book form? The Raven Prince. In the final story, the title story. It has all the characteristics of understanding human motivation and reaction and filtering through the character so the reader can feel and respond. The ego makes for great storytelling—painful living, but great storytelling. XD
Captain Mordecai Paronne’s routine is disrupted! When nine rescued slaves board his starship, he is forced to recall an incident when he was 17 where he narrowly escaped being abducted by the same mysterious aliens these men have lived with for many years. Now the nightmare is upon him again.
What these men, and countless others who remain in captivity went through defies all ethics and behavior Mordecai holds under close control.
Add to that, the reports he is receiving from the eldest captive, 25 year old Arcana, are horrifying and devastating, but also darkly erotic. Extremely conflicted, Mordecai begins to feel mired in shameful desires he is determined to resist.
Arcana is the most beautiful human Mordecai has ever laid eyes on. While Arcana should be broken by all he has been through, Mordecai soon learns that Arcana is a survivor who is unashamed by what he went through, and who blatantly talks of his love for his captor, and his own strange desires that gave him a foundation from which he could gain strength to survive seven years in an alien realm.
But though Arcana appears mentally and physically healthy, he is also very troubled. He knows he cannot fit easily back into human society. He does not wish to be reunited with his family, nor does he have skills that can land him a legitimate job.
Adept at getting what he needs to survive, Arcana places all his focus on seducing Mordecai, who represents everything he thinks he needs to live, to be happy, and most of all, to feel safe.
Will Arcana’s tendencies and honesty be enough to win a man with a compulsive need for control of his ship and his own personal life?
Can Mordecai reconcile his darker desires with an insecurity that he is incapable of giving Arcana what he needs?
A gay, fantasy/scifi romance.
Mature content: Contains depictions of torture and sexual assault, but not between the two main characters. Also contains scenes of a psychologically dark nature.
Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It’s impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he’d ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk.