I just read a new book that was recommended to me by a friend. I almost read it simply as a favor because it didn't really sound like my normal fare at all. Except for the occasional vampire, I'm not much into paranormal, preferring gritty reality instead. So I opened my Kindle with a "okay, let's get this over with" sigh....and fell in love. I bonded with all the characters - they are witty and quirky and lovable, each in his or her own strange way. But Cheyenne is definitely my favorite as he tries to reconcile who he wants to be with who he is. He doesn't want to be an Incubus; he doesn't want to have supernatural Power, he prefers that it is his music that draws people to him.
But he discovers that it isn't easy to give up your birthright. Along the way to trying to do so, he falls in love, finds a core group of friends, saves his children from being stolen from him and manages to meld both halves of his life into happy whole. But, here, I'll let Trevann Rogers speak for herself:
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I
started writing about Cheyenne at a difficult time in my life. Getting lost in
his world was an escape. In those days I
wrote short stories, many of which were inspired by music. Music is still an
integral part of the world but the stories are longer.
In
Vicki’s work with the police she saw many of the same situations that I saw as
a social worker. It doesn’t take much
thought to see why I preferred to write about paranormal creatures living out
their dreams. And an Incubus rock
star? There is no better combination.
I still
go to concerts but have broadened my obsessions to include a few actors and WWE
superstars. There are things to enjoy
are all around us, but sometimes we have to go looking for them.
House of
the Rising Son, my debut novel, was released on September 22, 2015 through
Samhain Publishing.
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Blurb: Sex. Rebellion. Rock and roll.
Living After Midnight, Book 1
Cheyenne
is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock
scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a
“low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal
incubi blood.
Alexander’s
future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone
who’d be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He’s barely met
the woman his father expects him to marry.
As
Cheyenne’s musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to
unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can’t let go, a crotchety barkeeper
with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and
Alexander—who’s not sure if he’s falling for the incubus or the rocker.
Cheyenne
denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn
that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.
Warning: Contains hot were-tiger sex, a Thanksgiving
celebration that makes the Inquisition look like a tea party, and an incubus
who’ll rock your world.
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Excerpt:
"While waiting for their drinks, Alexander studied the deep grooves carved into the table, trying to ignore the friction of Cheyenne’s thigh rubbing against his as the musician tapped a heel to the thump of the DJ’s music. Once the drinks arrived, Alexander downed half the bottle before he realized Cheyenne’s large green eyes were staring at him.
"While waiting for their drinks, Alexander studied the deep grooves carved into the table, trying to ignore the friction of Cheyenne’s thigh rubbing against his as the musician tapped a heel to the thump of the DJ’s music. Once the drinks arrived, Alexander downed half the bottle before he realized Cheyenne’s large green eyes were staring at him.
“So where’s
your girl, Prudhomme? I mean, Prune Danish. No, wait...”
“Prudish.
Shit, Prudence,” Alexander sputtered.
Cheyenne’s
eyes sparkled. “No, you got it right the first time. Where is she?”
He
shrugged. “Home, I guess.”
Cheyenne
cocked his head. “Oh, really?” He put his hand on Alexander’s leg. “What’s up?
You can tell me.”
“It’s not
working out.” Alexander dragged his teeth over his lower lip. “It’s my fault.”
He couldn’t keep his attraction to Cheyenne out of his voice. “I don’t know
what’s happening to me.”
Cheyenne
put his thumb to his lip and paused. “It’s like the drink.”
Alexander
tilted his head, not sure he heard correctly. “The drink?”
“Yeah, that
nasty ass bourbon. I bet your father drinks it. Your uncles. All your friends.
Everybody, right?”
He didn’t
answer, but waited for Cheyenne to continue.
“It was
just expected that you’d drink it too. So you did.” His hand moved up
Alexander’s thigh. “But now, maybe it’s okay to drink what you like. A
different brand, a better vintage. Because you want it. Because it tastes
better.” Cheyenne licked his lips. “Because it feels right.”
Alexander
cleared his throat and brushed his lap, pushing Cheyenne’s hand away. “I
can’t.”
“If you
change your mind, let me know.”
“You don’t
understand. It’s not that easy. My whole life will change.”
“It
already has.”
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