Please welcome my fellow Wednesday Briefs blogger JC Wallace. JC is here to talk about the new release Curiosity Killed Shaney. Be sure you check out the awesome prizes and click the link to enter.
Hi, everyone! I want to thank Rob for inviting me to the blog. Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.
This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away at the end of the tour. At the end of this post, you will find a link to enter! Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs in the tour and you can enter as much as you like!
Today my best friend, Raine O’Tierney talks about fanart she drew for Curiosity Killed Shaney and how it went bad. Then I will give my rebuttal! Take it away, Raine!
Thanks, JC. Awesome confession: I started my career in FANDOM. I still consider myself a HUGE fangirl! I used to write fanfiction with my mother when I was in middle school, I would draw fanart when I should have been paying attention in class (total Rocketshipper right here!), and there was even a time when I was the SFX translator for a group of yaoi fan scanlators! Hecks yeah. :) Fans ROCK. Fans keep the world turning.
It’s always been my dream to receive fanart for my own stories. And as such, I like to draw fanart for other people! I’m not amazing at it, I admit—but I’m passionate so I keep on trying!
It seemed perfectly natural as a *~*~MASSIVE FANGIRL OF ALL THINGS JC WALLACE~*~* that I would create a bit of fanart for this incredibly talented (and lovely!) author.
Little did I know that my whole concept of fanart was about to be turned upside down.
Now, I’ve drawn a lot of fanart for a lot of things. Things you’d be like… huh? Lots of Team Rocket kissy pictures, Mishima Kazuhiko and Sanami Matoh fanart, Toe Jam and Earl fanart (hecks yeah!), Nightmare Before Christmas, I even drew Jolene from Dolly Parton’s Jolene! And the one thing all these works had in common: the original creator never came back at my young self and said, “Um, Raine… that doesn’t quite look right.”
And then I drew Shaney.
Shaney is the oft-curious MC of JC Wallace’s forthcoming title Curiosity Killed Shaney—a fun, sexy story about a man whose curiosity gets him into hot water…a lot. I love the story, so why wouldn’t I draw the characters?
BECAUSE JC WALLACE IS THE MOST DEMANDING RECIPIENT OF FAN ART ON THE PLANET.
I had to redraw the picture five times. FIVE. TIMES.FIVE! TIMES!
Dolly Parton never made me redraw Jolene!
I’ll admit though, once I FINALLY got the work to JC’s demanding specifications (*coughs* TYRANT! *coughs*) it did feel like I’d accomplished something real and right and good. So let it be a warning to all who would tread this path: if you love Mr. Wallace’s books enough to draw for him? Do it in secret. In a bunker. Underground. Unless you have a high tolerance for pain! ^_~
JC’s Rebuttal (or saving face…whatever you want to call it)
Okay. First off, fanart? I had no clue what the heck that term meant. Although from the words fan art I should have been able to figure that one out. I am pretty smart, sometimes. Fanart definition (provided by Raine of course): Art drawn by fans depicting how THEY see a character. Oops! Apparently, not how I see the character. Okay, I am now up to speed. Promise. Really.
Now, while Raine freely throws out words like “tyrant” and “demanding” and the causer of “pain”, most people save those words for use behind my back (I’m sure my staff have more harsher terms to add to that list as well). To my face, I tend to be called “picky” and “bossy” and a “perfectionist” by those near and dear to me in my life (i.e., my mother and sister, hmph!). This is a cross I must bear because, damn it, I’ve earned these titles! So what is my point?
I LOVE my fans and anything they do for me, be it, nice comments, constructive feedback, or (ahem!) fan art. No need to hide in a bunker or underground or anything drastic because I know Raine means nothing but good old fun with our blogging today because she calls me “The Demanding Overlord of Awesome!” Hey, all I see there is “awesome.”
And her fan art is totally rockin’! I mean look at that awesome pic of Shaney!! Nailed it!
Tomorrow, I will be at It’s Raining Men letting everyone know more about me. Hope to see you there!
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Blurb: Shaney’s curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?
The cabin was dark. Still, the uneasiness plaguing Shaney’s gut crept through his veins. Todd shifted restlessly beside him.
"Any chanting or pressure to run away?" Todd asked in a hushed voice.
Shaney peered out into the unnerving darkness. “No chanting. Running has crossed my mind, but that chicken shit is all on me.”
“Since when does anything remotely interesting scare you off?” Todd asked.
“Since yesterday,” Shaney replied and waved Todd to follow him to the stairs leading to the front door.
The dried, crusty remnants of mud crunched beneath Shaney’s sneakers as he crept up the stairs. Shaney froze on the last step. Shit. The front door was ajar again. Hudson must have locked it when they’d been there earlier, right? Why would he have left it open? Shaney’s apprehension kicked into a heart-pounding panic, but they’d come this far, they couldn’t run now. Using the end of his flashlight, Shaney warily pushed the door open. He scanned the interior and his eyes widened as he stepped in cautiously.
“What the fuck?” he managed to get out.
Pushing in behind him, Todd let out a loud gasp, and then took a step back. “No.”
What little furniture there had been was piled into the corners. Complex symbols and shapes drawn in black covered the walls and the ceiling. Rendered on the old wood floor were more symbols and shapes in what looked like white chalk.
“I’ve seen these before,” Todd whispered, gesturing to the cryptic graffiti covering every surface.
“And?” Shaney asked, waiting for the punch line.
“And, fuck, this is bad.”
“Define ‘bad,’” Shaney croaked out.
“Like oh-shit-you-don’t-mess-with-anything-this-powerful bad.” Todd sounded a bit awestruck.
Shaney continued to run the beam of the flashlight over the symbols, which looked like a cross between something occult, Egyptian, and tenth grade geometry class. The symbols ranged from small, about a foot wide, to massive, like the one on the floor that spanned at least eight feet. Taken as a whole, each symbol was a dizzying array of angles and intersecting lines. But looking closely, Shaney could discern repeating patterns such as triangles, squares, and circles. Other odd shapes and numbers rounded out the symbols. It was as if he’d jumped straight into an episode of Supernatural. Maybe last year’s attempted exorcism of Shaney’s alleged demon hadn’t been so far-fetched.
“How fucking long would it take draw something like this?” The angles were too precise, the lines too straight. Someone had taken painstaking care in executing these images.
“So not the part to be focusing on,” Todd said dryly.
“So what’s all of this for? Some kind of magic spell? Some occult shit? Exorcism? Voodoo?” Shaney was trying for sarcasm, but with the hair standing up on his neck and tremors rippling his skin, he couldn’t pull it off. He stared at the massive circular symbol that consumed the floor and swore the lines were vibrating. He opened and closed his eyes to try and stop the visual disturbance.
“Yes and no to all of the above,” Todd stated matter-of-factly while pulling out his phone.
“What’re you doing?”
“Taking pictures.” The blinding white flash lit the room as Todd methodically documented the symbols without moving closer into the room.
“Change places with me,” Todd said, scooting past Shaney to capture the symbols on the wall behind him. “Whatever you do don’t step on any symbols,” Todd said just as Shaney was about to lay his shoe on one.
Shaney twisted mid-step to avoid the small S-shaped symbol beneath his foot, but his center of balance shifted when he knocked his shoulder against the open door. The momentum slammed the door shut and Shaney stumbled back into the room. Flailing his arms, he managed to remain upright.
Todd turned to Shaney. His face paled in the illumination from their flashlights. His eyes widened in what Shaney could only describe as unadulterated horror.
Shaney chuckled nervously. “Umm, Todd, I stepped on a symbol,” Shaney said, standing almost dead center of the largest one on the floor. No answer. When Shaney tried to move, his lower body wouldn’t respond. Oh, shit. “Todd, I stepped on a fucking symbol and I can’t move!” Panic flooded his system with adrenaline as he repeatedly tried unsuccessfully to move. That seemed to snap Todd out of his trance.
Todd glanced around the room, and Shaney hoped he was looking for a solution to his dilemma. Todd’s eyes stopped on the closed door. A partial symbol covering the door lined up with a symbol that was its mirror image on the wall adjacent to it. Closing the door had made the two halves a whole.
“Damn it!” Todd sprinted to the door, leaping over symbols on the floor. He grabbed the handle and yanked hard on the door, but it didn’t budge.
A low vibration beneath Shaney’s feet pulled his attention away from Todd’s struggle. He frowned. The vibrations reminded him of an approaching train on the railroad tracks—and his foot was caught in the proverbial rails.
“Todd?” Shaney swallowed hard as the vibrating intensified and filled his legs.
Todd stilled his attempts to open the door and turned back to Shaney.
“Todd, something’s happening. Get me off of here!” Shaney pleaded as all of the hairs on his body stood on end. A shot of tingling energy pulsed up through the soles of his cross trainers, and flashed through his entire body.
Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!
Shaney is so excited about his story being told that he is giving away some great prizes!
P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!
1- $25 Amazon Gift Card
2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks
2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts
3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs
2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards
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You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!
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About JC Wallace
I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.
I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY