Even in darkness, love lights the way.
Hello Grace and Grace’s Groupies (waves)
Thanks for letting Anya, Nicholas, and Declán from Blood’s Song stop by with me. When I made the decision to not only rewrite one of the stories I’d been working on forever, but to put it out under my Tempeste name, instead of another name, I was literally (physically) ill. You see, my mother has never been the open and supportive type. She has made some pretty horrid and sickening comments about gay and lesbian people, including some close to me. At the same time, she is staunchly protective of her best friend’s son—who is gay, though there is some weird justifications there, trust me. So I was and am still worried about how she’s going to take it all.
Yes, I have put out a YA paranormal poly vampire romance (yeah, say that tree times fast, lol) and no, I refuse to be ashamed or to hide it under multiple names. Does that mean that teens can find my erotic romances if they go to my blog? Well, yes, technically. But if they go to Amazon or Kobo or B&N or or or the same it true. The author of the Vampire Academy and spinoffs did the same, so eh.
What I learned more than anything though? To be true to me. To not allow the fears that had me originally writing and planning for two names to continue. One of the things I have my guys in my stories often must face is learning to stand on their own. To stand up for themselves, often against their families… and yet I wasn’t. It’s time I changed that, don’t you think?
As for the rewrites themselves? I mostly learned to allow the characters to be themselves and not to overthink things. It’s okay for Anya to be weird. She’s a 200+ yo vampire with no memory that’s stronger than any other vampire she meets. Yeah, that’s not a head flip for her. Oh, and she has a built-in revulsion of killing humans. But why…?
Nope, not telling. For that, you have to read (hint: it’s not revealed yet hehe). Even the characters don’t know everything!
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Excerpt from Blood’s Song:
“You want me to go to a party? With you and your humans? Really?” His eyes were wide as he stared at me.
“You don’t have to go. I won’t be upset if you don’t feel comfortable….” I trailed off, silenced by his strange look.
“Anya, relax, please. I’m just surprised you’d want me to meet your humans.”
“You do not feed on humans, so why not? I mean, I know what you said, and your eyes back up your words.” I had yet to see the killer type’s eyes, but Star’s description of the blackness taking over even the white part, not merely the colored part, did nothing to make me want to seek one out. “Declán is excited at the thought of balancing out the estrogen with another male.” I couldn’t contain my smile at the memory of his face when Declán had spoken.
“That’s not what I meant. I would never endanger one of your friends! It was more the idea of you willingly introducing me, to share your humans. Aren’t you worried about what they will notice if they see me next to you?”
The strange mixture of confusion and intrigue charmed me.
“What they would see? Do you mean because our features are so similar?”
“We hardly adhere to the general vampire lore. Not to mention, even if they did suspect such a thing of us, we don’t have large fangs hanging out of our mouths or dress anachronistically. I even lack the ridiculous coffin that seems so common in their myths,” I explained, certain having a pale friend wouldn’t be a problem, other than possibly if one of them developed a crush on him.
“Besides, I don’t speak loud enough for them to be affected by my voice or for them to really even hear the unusual ring to it.”
“True. Well, I suppose you can count me in then. Your friend Declán, he isn’t the jealous type, I hope? I have an unfortunate habit of turning heads.” A slight sour note tainted his voice by the end.
“Well, he is dating Skye, so make sure you are thoughtful when interacting with her. His sister is Kayla. I would say be considerate of how you relate to her, as well. He’s a bit protective of them.”
“I don’t get involved with humans.”
A decidedly wary look crossed his face suddenly. “Star has warned you about getting involved with one of them, hasn’t she? Romantically, physically I mean?” he asked, suddenly on his knees, towering over me.
“Um, we haven’t discussed romance or intimacy. Star mentioned she is not like us and left it at that. Why?”
Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, FFPRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves. To learn more about Tempeste and their writing, visit http://tempesteoriley.com.
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