By Trevann Rogers (Guest Blogger)
My
upcoming release, After Midnight, is the story of three
friends, Ria and Jewell and Cheyenne. Cheyenne, an incubus, is a
friend with benefits. Ria and Jewell, two young vampires, also
happen to be in love but their friendship is at the core of their
four-year relationship.
I
know many people who are still close to friends from college. I’m
not talking about found you on Facebook close. I’m referring
to relationships that may have ebbed and flowed with life’s
currents, but never faltered. It makes sense—college is where we
begin to develop into the person we were meant to be. We endure the
pain and emotion of transforming into adults: making important
decisions, taking risks without a net beneath us, finding new
capabilities and interests, and separating from the comfort and
warmth of our families. Perhaps it’s the emotion and commotion of
these experiences that bonds us to the friends we meet there.
I’ve
even met a few people who’ve kept up true friendships with
kindergarten and elementary school classmates. I can’t relate to or
begin to explain that connection. At five, we are nowhere near who we
will be much later in life.
My
deepest, oldest friendships are with my pen pals. Yes, I mean people
with whom I exchange letters, handwritten letters. Most of them live
in other states, many in other countries. There are some I’ve never
met, except across the miles. And I’ve known all of them for
decades.
I’ve
written Vicki, my longest standing writing partner, for over forty
years. We connected through our common love of animals. Over time, we
found our lives had taken similar paths. I was a social worker, she
worked in law enforcement. We both had children who needed our
special attention to thrive in school. We talked about politics,
religion, values and philosophies. We shared our lives, and found in
each other a kindred spirit and a caring friend. As our lives
changed, they seemed to change in similar patterns. For example,
we’re both writers, something neither of us predicted or even
intended. And we’ve never been in the same room.
I
also have a group of amazing pen pals I met through a fan club.
Seriously. We all fell head over heels for a particular rock star and
found each other through the pen pal section of his magazine—nearly
thirty years ago. Although he remains a frequent topic of
conversation, over the years we’ve shared our hopes and dreams, our
achievements and failures, our losses and our joys. We’ve consoled
each other when life tossed hand grenades, and celebrated when it
handed us roses. I’ve had the great pleasure of hanging with them
at concerts and on vacation. Each time was always as if we’d been
together all along.
The
love of my life also began as my pen pal.
The
medium of writing by hand enabled my friends and I to develop
profound connections with each other. When you hand write, you are
more focused than sending an email—the simplicity of pen to paper
is less conducive to distraction. It takes longer and allows for the
quiet contemplation that makes letters more personal and more
poignant. Your soul is on the page in ways that it just cannot be on
the screen. Perhaps this is why I continue to write my first draft
longhand—I want readers to connect to my stories with their hearts.
Although
today I also interact with my friends digitally, at the foundation we
continue to share the abiding love we found through pouring our
hearts out through our pens. The coldness of the computer won’t
ever erase the flow of ink that connects us.
Take
peek at Trevann’s upcoming release!
After
Midnight
Prequel
to House of the Rising Son
Living
After Midnight Series
Release
date: September 2016
Improbable
love. Impossible life. Immeasurable danger.
Jewell’s
stepfather thinks she’s worthless. She agrees. When she looks in
the mirror she sees an overweight, overemotional, overeating mess who
can’t keep her fangs to herself.
Ria
hails from a family of old world vamps who'd be happy to share their
wealth with her, if only she’d fall in line. Fat chance, especially
since being in that line includes not being gay.
Being
in love is easy for Ria and Jewell—the young vampires belong
together like vodka and tomato juice. Adding Cheyenne, a talented and
sexy incubus, to their union is the hot sauce in their Bloody Mary.
The only problem? Vampires and incubi are mortal enemies.
Despite
the odds Ria, Jewell and Cheyenne find their way to happiness. But
Jewell is hiding a huge secret, one that defies the laws of
procreation: she’s going to have a baby.
While
she tries to figure out how to break the unbelievable news to her
lovers, a horror from Jewell’s past slithers into her present,
forcing choices no one should have to make.
Will
it be love or death? Happiness or safety? She has until dawn to
decide...and it's already After Midnight.
Excerpt
The
choice between staying in on a Saturday night to clean and going to
see Cheyenne at his first real gig hadn’t been a complicated
decision. He was a world-class rocker who could play the guitar like
a fiend and had a voice that made you feel…everything. Or made you
horny. And fuck if she didn’t love him. Damn incubus.
She
reached across him and caressed Jewell’s side. Jewell’s eyes
opened and she stared expressionless at the ceiling, hyper-alert to
danger. It always took a few moments after resurrecting for her to
remember where she was and who was with her, but since moving into
their new home it seemed to take even longer.
Ria
sighed. She’d do anything if it would help Jewell feel safe enough
to die each dawn and awaken peacefully. “All is well, Babydoll.
It’s just me. Time to rise and twinkle with the stars.”
“Already?”
Jewell scrunched her eyes and blinked as if trying to focus them.
Cheyenne
lay his head on the soft swell of Jewell’s belly. “Didn’t we
just go to bed?”
Ria
kissed his back and licked a slow trail down his spine. “Hours ago.
Did we tucker out the poor little sex demon?”
“Not
hardly, dead girl.”
She
grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned him to face her. “That’s
undead girl, thank you.” She bit his lower lip and let it
drag between her teeth. “Show us what you’ve got left.”
Trevann Rogers
writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories
incorporate an unquenchable addiction to music and her love for
vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures,
Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living
After Midnight.
You
can find Trevann online at:
Twitter:
@TrevannRogers
You
can find the first book in the series, House
of the Rising Son
on Barnes
and Noble
and Amazon.
For
information about buying After Midnight,
go to www.trevannrogers.com.
2 comments:
Welcome to my blog, Trevann! What a great excerpt!
I too have long time friendships that developed through correspondence. Although I met my DH in person first, we were living on opposite coasts at the time. We spent one night together, then wrote letters for four months, until we saw each other again.
Good luck with this series. It sounds like dynamite!
Many thanks, Lisabet, for the opportunity to be on your blog. Your love story is a beautiful one. Getting to know someone through letters is very, very powerful. My partner and I wrote for a year before we met, quite literally falling in love through the ink.
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