Chasing LC

Welcome to this week's Author Spotlight. Before we begin, I think you should know that I have a slight (HUGE) Author crush on this next person. The wonderful, beautiful, and talented LC Chase!

I met LC a little over a year ago and since then I have only been able to sit in awe of this woman's talent. Not only is she a writer, but she also creates amazing cover art. I hope you enjoy getting to know LC as much as I have.

A Bit About You: The Person

Where do you call home?

Canadian West Coast

Do you have any siblings?

One younger brother

I'm with the band...You were in a rock band, what instrument(s) did you play?

LOL Yes, once upon a time I was in an all-girl hard rock/heavy metal band. Lead singer, baby! I do dabble a little on the piano, but I haven't had one for years now. I probably can't even remember how to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star anymore.

Favorite place traveled?

New Zealand! I traveled all over the south island and the lower half of the north island. Christchurh was one of my favorite places on the south island, and Taupo on the north island.

What is your favorite picture you have drawn?

Favorite picture I've drawn... that's a hard one. I have a lot favorites that represent different things and times in my life. I really don't think I could say there's just one, but the ones I love the most are those that evoke a mood.

A Bit About You: Author

What was the first book you ever published?

Three to Tango, that I co-wrote with Chloe Cole.

What made you decide to write in the MM genre?

A sub-story in a mainstream romance I was reading had a gay romance brewing. It was so intense and powerful, and actually had me yelling at the author out loud. I had to read more. I was writing het at the time and had hit a block in the WIP I'd been working on. Ideas usually come to me in my sleep or while out running, and after falling asleep trying to figure out how to bridge scenes, two new characters introduced themselves to me as I woke up. Two beautifully conflicted men. I "had" to write them. There was no way I couldn't.

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Ideas come from the whole world around me. Life, dreams, a line in a song, a phrase, a random thought, a personal experience... It's just a matter of grabbing hold of those little thoughts and seeing where they lead.

Who or what influences your writing?

Brilliant writing influences me. Some works I read and think, "oh, I want to be that good some day". So I keep working and learning, and hopefully each time out I've improved. It's never ending because I feel that no matter how good we might get at something, we can always have room to grow.

What current WIP are you working on?

I have a few things in the works right now. One is a short freebie for the MMR Group's "Love is Always Write" anthology, currently titled Gray Skies. On the plate for publishing are two MM contemporaries, American Muscle andMagnificent, then Perfect Eight (Long Tall Drink II), a sweet holiday story and another cowboy series. All I need is more time. ;-)

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Can we get a sneak peak?

Hmm... American Muscle is in rough draft stage, meaning its rough, but since you asked so nicely I'll share a snippet. The main character has inherited a car he doesn't want, and this is from a dream sequence he has the following night.

Wade tried hard to ignore the delicious stranger across the room. Tried to play off nonchalant while watching the man’s every move, every nuance, from the corner of his eye. The man was tall with a lean swimmer’s build, hair as black as midnight and eyes as blue as the summer sky at high noon. Wade would not go to him though, would not invite the inevitable rejection he knew would surely follow.

Even though he needed the nameless man.

He didn’t know why or how he could need someone he’d never even spoken to as desperately as he needed that man leaning against the wall, with one foot rested over the other, and thumbs hooked into the belt loops of perfectly fitted jeans. But he did. God did he ever. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to be the one to stand up, cross the room, take the man by the hand, without hesitation or fear, and open his heart.

Wade didn’t realize that his inconspicuous peripheral surveillance had drifted to direct eye contact, as lost in his musings as he was, and that his direct eye contact was returned. He didn’t move. Could hardly breathe. Wade and the beautiful dark-haired man remained frozen on opposite sides of the room. The other man’s gaze held his captive as though he were physically holding Wade in his hands. Wade didn’t know how long they stared, unblinking, and surprisingly, he didn’t find his usual need to turn tail and run under the intense scrutiny.

Then the man pushed off from the wall and crossed the room, his eyes never strayed from Wade’s as he closed the distance between them. Wade felt no fear, no anxiety, just total and utter peace. Relief. Like he was falling, falling forward into the abyss of every desire and dream, and it was real. Finally.

The man paused before him, looking down as Wade looked up from his seat on the plush brown couch. Slowly, the man knelt down in front of him, leaning his body against Wade’s knees.

He reached out and gently ran his hand along the side of Wade’s cheek then climbed up beside him on the couch. A small smile touched the edges of his lips. He leaned his head down and rested it against Wade’s chest, as though listening to his heart beat. Warm shivers skittered throughout Wade’s body. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulder, then slid his hand over defined muscle, up a strong neck, and tangled his fingers in wild, silky hair.

The man pulled away from Wade’s chest, lifting his head so their eyes met once again, and then he gently placed his lips over Wade’s. In that one brief yet profound moment Wade felt complete. All those years he had spent hiding, wishing. All those years he felt alone, completely alone, never belonging anywhere, never fitting in, always on the fringes. Everything had brought him here, to this moment, to this man.

The kiss grew more intense, passionate, and Wade pulled the beautiful stranger closer, held him tighter, kissed him like it was Wade’s last night on earth. Then the man pulled away and stood up. He smiled coyly at Wade and pulled him to his feet.

“Come with me…” he whispered.

Wade didn’t hesitate. He let himself be led from the living room, the small party going on as though they had never been there. They stepped into a garage and Wade’s stride faltered. The hand that held his fell away.

“Get in the car, Wade.” The deep voice, the first words spoken from the man who had suddenly become his life, seemed to come from a great distance. Fading away like fine white sand sifting through his fingers. He turned around and the beautiful stranger was gone. The garage was empty now. Except for Wade…and the Camaro.

A Bell Jar Moment you will never forget as an author?

I suppose that would be at GRL last year. Not a half hour after arriving in the courtyard for registration, someone came up to me and asked for my autograph. =:-o That totally blew me away. I temporarily forgot how to write. ;-)

Thank you LC Chase for stopping by and allowing us a little peak at your talent. You are simply amazing :)