Showing posts with label Hank Edwards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hank Edwards. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cocktails & Cock Tales with Hank Edwards!



Today we have Hank Edwards at the cyber bar with a chance to win a FREE copy of his latest book Repossession. Hank is a curious mix of practical realist and feral dreamer with over a dozen books published. His body of work covers a host of genres from humor to paranormal to suspense to time travel romance. Like him on Facebook (www.facebook.com/hankedwardsbooks or www.facebook.com/venomvalleyseries) and follow him on Twitter (@hanksbooks) to become a true "Hankie." You may also visit his website at www.hankedwardsbooks.com or send along an email to hankedwardsbooks@gmail.com.

What we are Drinking
Really simple: A shot of vodka, then add lemonade. Enjoy!

Deanna: First things first. Where are you, and what are you wearing?

Hank: I am sitting at my desktop computer in my office, the walls of which are painted orange, and there’s a framed cover of my first Wilde City Press release, Cowboys & Vampires: Venom Valley Book One, a gift from a good friend, on the wall beside me. I’m wearing a T-shirt and shorts and there’s a nice breeze coming in the window. My black cat, Emma, is snoozing in her snakeskin round bed beside me. All is well and good.

Deanna: What’s your poison? Vodka? Gin? Beer?

Hank: Vodka. It’s a sly liquor, with no real taste or smell, but boy can it pack a punch! I like a simple drink, nothing fancy, and vodka and lemonade is one of my favorites.

Deanna: (((pours them both a round))) Cheers! And Great hat BTW!

Hank: (((tips his Detroit Tigers hat))) Thanks! It’s one of my favorites! I wear it mostly when I do yard work, but sometimes when I’m out and about.

Deanna: Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book? (((sips on her cocktail)))

Hank: (((sips drink, makes “ah” sound))) My latest book is titled “Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law,” and it’s a humorous … okay, kind of wacky, murder mystery. There are no erotic parts, and there’s a small romance that blooms during the story, but the focus of the story is on the characters and how they go about trying to solve the mystery and not kill each other in the process.

Deanna: Where did the idea for this story come from?

Hank: Gosh, you know, I’ve had this story on hard drives for at least fifteen years now, so not sure I can really remember. Seriously! I think the title came to me first, and then the idea formed from that. I worked on it off and on for so many years, and I finally told myself to stop picking at it and submit it. And lo and behold, it’s published! I think I started the first chapter (which has been rewritten at least 47 times) at a writing class in an old Detroit classic building, the Scarab Club, where a lot of readings and meetings between creative types have taken place. The Scarab Club sits behind the DIA just off Woodward and its creaky wooden floors and steps are a perfect underlay to the feeling of all this collected creative energy within its walls.

Deanna: What was the hardest part of writing this story for you?

Hank: I went back and forth with the tense in this story, if you can believe it. I started writing it in first person past tense, but it seemed stiff to me. Then I read a book (can’t recall which one) that was written in first person present tense and it felt more immediate to me, more urgent. I went through the entire draft of my story and switched all the tenses from past to present, so now it’s in first person present tense. Not many people have mentioned it in reviews or comments, so I think it’s passing muster with the readers.

Deanna: (((pours them another round))) Boy, these things are tasty!! Now, what’s the easiest thing about writing it?

Hank: (((sips))) Ah, thanks! The easiest thing was getting into the heads of my characters. I simply knew them, and I loved spending time with them. I actually felt bad for tossing all this bad stuff their way, but I knew deep down they would come together and resolve their issues, and the mystery!

Deanna: What is your dream story, your opus, if you will? The one you dream about writing but haven’t done it?

Hank: Oh man. (((chugs rest of drink))) I have a sci fi epic from five years ago that’s half written that I really need to get back to. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo and thought I had it almost finished, but then a friend beta read it for me and said she thought it was the first half of a truly epic story. And, dammit, she was right! I just need to make time to get back to it and finish it up. I really like the concept of it, and I have a lot of interesting characters involved, and I’d like to see them all find their ending, you know? Hopefully soon.

Deanna: When did you first discover you were a writer? Were you like sitting on the toilet and just said, “Ya know, I think I’m gonna write a book.” Or was it more profound? J

Hank: LOL! I started writing at a young age. I wrote sequels to movies I loved. I would type them up on a typewriter on 8.5x11 paper folded in half like a book. I was always creative! Then I wrote a couple stories in high school by hand in notebooks that I then transcribed to typewritten pages which are in a file cabinet in my basement. I really need to check those stories out, see if they can be updated somehow. Anyway, I’ve been writing since a young age, and before I was writing stories, I was creating comic strips with simple drawings and word balloons.

Deanna: What helps you when you are stumped on a scene in a manuscript? I usually have a cocktail … or three…LOL But that’s just me.

Hank: Sometimes a cocktail or seven help me, as well. But a lot of times when I’m stuck on a scene I put it aside and watch some TV or a movie or go out and cut the lawn or do yard work. In the back of my mind I can hear the words echoing around as my subconscious works out the knots, and sooner or later I’ll see a resolution to the block. If I’m not home and near the computer, I’ll write up a quick note in my phone to so I don’t lose the inspiration.

Deanna: Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?

Hank: You know, I’ve never found a theme song for my stories. I like that idea though! For Alan Baxter, the main character in “Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law,” I’d have to say his theme song would need to be some with a blues feel to it, since he’s really going through a tough time.

Deanna: Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterwards, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))

Hank: Hmm, there isn’t a scene like that in this book. But the scene that made me blush and gasp when I reread it again is in the third book of my Charlie Heggensford series, “Vancouver Nights,” when Charlie and Billy are tied up in leather slings and given enemas by the bad guys until they’re clean, then given champagne enemas which the bad guys drink from their assholes. LOL! I think I got the idea for that scene from the chapter title: “Champagne Enemas and Chug-a-lug Dreams.” Wild!

Deanna: (((chokes on drink))) OMG! That scene was CRAZY! But that is why I love you and your books! Now for the rest of you who joined us today, here is an excerpt from Reposession. DOn't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win the book!!


Blurb:
Alan Baxter barely scrapes by working as a deejay in suburban Detroit. To make ends meet, he takes a job as an automobile repossession agent, and discovers his very first assignment is a car owned by his drug dealer ex-boyfriend. On top of that, a body is discovered in the trunk…by a cop. Soon Alan’s life is completely upturned as he is pulled into a mystery involving more bodies, a highly lethal new street drug, a mysterious man with a top hat and cane, raging dwarves, a house fire, a cranky police detective, and his crankier cat!

Excerpt:
“Hi, Jason,” I say as casually as possible, shivering in the pouring rain.
It takes a minute for him to recognize me, either because I am drenched and freezing or because he is stoned. Even from where I stand, I am able to make out the brilliant blue of his eyes as they widen in surprise. A smile eases across his handsome, unshaven face. “Alan?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Wow. Well, damn, you look like hell,” Jason says with typical tactlessness.
“Ah,” I reply, biting back a vicious retort. “Well, you know, not at my best right now.”
Jason folds his muscular arms over his chest. Dear God he looks good, and I feel a sudden, and quite unwelcome, physical reaction. The gun now points out over the shaggy lawn toward his neighbor’s house across the street.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“Um, well,” I stammer, distracted by the gun as well as his physical presence—damn, how could he still be so handsome?—as I try to think up a good story on the fly.
“Did you track me down?” Jason grins with more self-assurance than the guerilla leaders of most third-world nations.
“Oh, um, well, not—not quite,” I say, wondering how long Gus will wait in his car down the block before cruising by to see how I am doing.
“Uh-huh,” Jason says and purses his full, soft lips. My eyes drop nervously to his hand, and he suddenly remembers the gun. He quickly tucks it in the back of his jeans, then waves for me to enter the house. “Want to come in? It’s not much, but the roof only leaks in the kitchen and bathroom.”
“Oh, you know, that sounds lovely, really,” I say, scuffing some of the mud off my shoes and onto his driveway. “But I really shouldn’t. It’s late, and I have to get up early and stuff tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” Jason crosses his arms and smiles at me. I have always hated that smile, the one that lets me know he is onto me. I could say whatever I wanted about not going into his house, but he knows the truth: I would have loved nothing more than to step foot inside his house and let our mutual attraction overtake us. Shit, I’d probably reroof the house if he asked me to.
This time, however, he doesn’t know I'm there to repossess his car, and that is why I stay centered and refuse his offer.

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Christmas storytime with HANK EDWARDS


Ahh, December. The wind bites a little harder, the day ends a little faster, and the family starts to act a little crazier. Hank Edwards here, visiting Deanna's blog to remind you that every now and then, you need a break from all that wide-eyed rushing around. This time of year is filled with shopping, parties, decorating, baking, shopping, holiday specials on TV… all of it! Because of all of this, you probably only have a few minutes to yourself, right? Well, I've got just the stuff to help you make it through this holiday season with a pep in your step and some naughty thoughts in your head.
First on the list is my Story Orgy Single, MISTLETOE AT MIDNIGHT, a sweet, funny story about Dustin who works at a ski resort in a town in Colorado. He's trying to ignore the Christmas holiday because his heart was broken last year, but with the help of his best friend, Stacey, and a mysterious piano player new to town, Dustin just might find his Christmas spirit again. MISTLETOE AT MIDNIGHT is available at AMAZON, ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS, and SMASHWORDS.
Another Story Orgy Single, which is actually three singles in one, was just released on Saturday, December 7, and it's a holiday themed flash fiction triple play titled A GIFT FOR GREG. The title story is a sweet Christmas reunion tale for these difficult economic times. Coming along for the sleigh ride are the stories STEW BRANNIGAN RIDES AGAIN and STRIPPER CLAUS, both guaranteed to spark a fire in your yule log and definitely spike your eggnog! A GIFT FOR GREG is available at AMAZON, ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS, and SMASHWORDS. Don’t forget to search on the STORY ORGY SINGLE series in any of your favorite publisher sites, Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, or Smashwords, to find all of the available short stories from your Story Orgy writers. Or, like our Story Orgy Fan Page on Facebook to get release updates, the occasional hot picture, or delicious recipes.
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Here's an excerpt from STEW BRANNIGAN RIDES AGAIN. Enjoy, and don't forget to take some time for yourself this holiday season to bask in the warm glow of some hot m/m romance. Happy Holidays!
STEW BRANNIGAN RIDES AGAIN
By Hank Edwards
Stew rounded the corner of the canned soup aisle and ran smack dab into none other than Jarrod Gammon. A flare of pain fireworked into life in his left hip as he twisted to avoid the brunt of the collision, and Jarrod flinched himself as he turned his shoulders.
"Sorry, there, Jarrod," Stew said. "Didn't see you."
"All good, Stew," Jarrod returned as he rolled his shoulder back. He'd lived in the south long enough to pick up a drawl and it coated each word with a sweet, sexy icing. He nodded down to Stew's basket filled with canned goods. "I see you're restocking the bachelor pantry ahead of the storm."
"Yup. You look to be doing the same. Name brand though. Fancy."
"I like a certain ambiance when I open a can, "Jarrod replied, surprising a laugh out of Stew.
"You're pretty funny when you're not being pitched off a bronco," Stew said.
"Back at ya, when you're not being stomped on by a bull."
Ouch. Point, Jarrod Gammon.
"Well, Jarrod, it was good to catch up, but it's time for this old guy to go stand in line for twice as long as it'll take me to drive back home."
"How are things out at the Fork in the Road Trailer Estates?"
Stew shrugged. "Could be worse. There could actually be a fork in the road out there, and then the directions to get to my place would be twice as difficult."
Jarrod grinned. "You ready for the storm? It's going to get deep they say. Twelve inches, at least." Jarrod's eyes seemed to glow as he said it. "That's a lot of anything, don't you think?"
Stew regarded Jarrod a moment, took in the younger man's grin and the way his gaze had zeroed in on Stew's own. Deciding that it was Christmas Eve and he could claim he was drunk off an early celebratory six pack if Jarrod reacted poorly, he said, "Nine inches tends to be my limit. But I've been known to be able to make ten work."
Sex filled the space between them, almost a third party to their conversation. The air grew thick with pheromones, just like Stew had learned about in that animal husbandry class he'd taken at the community college.
"Think you'll get snowed in out there?" Jarrod asked, his voice lower now, his gaze much more serious.
"Yup." Stew nodded but couldn't pull his gaze from Jarrod's eyes. "Probably take all y'all a week at least to get the road plowed and work your way into the streets of Fork in the Road."
"Yup, probably. Couple of men could do a lot of plowing themselves during that time," Jarrod said.
Stew's cock roared to life, hungry, horny, and eager. "Yup. If they had a mind to."
"My mind's made up," Jarrod said. "It's been made up for years now, just didn't know how to ask."
"You know what number I'm at?"
"Sixty-four."
"I'll be expecting to hear your plow truck at the end of your shift," Stew heard himself say. "If you got the balls to show up." He started to walk away, then turned back. "And bring some of those name brand can goods you're so high and mighty about."

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Cocktails and Cock Tales with HANK EDWARDS

Today we have HAND EDWARDS at the cyber bar. Author of the Charlie Heggensford Fluffers series of books, which will make you LOL PIMP.....piss in my pants I just learned....when you read it@

The third book in the Charlie Heggensford series, Vancouver Nights, was a finalist in the Gay Erotica category for the Lambda Literary Awards.

Yay, Hank!!!!!

Hank has also written Holed Up, Destiny’s Bastard, and Plus Ones for LooseId.

And a sexy less well known bear story called Wood which I thoroughly enjoyed from the anthology Bear Lust-Hot & Hairy Fiction Vol 2 of the Bearotica series....Lol bearotica, I love that word! You can find it on Amazon

I love bears... just had to throw that out there :)

Currently working on a paranormal vampire / zombie series set in the Old West, the Venom Valley Series, Hank plans to self-publish his new series.



What we are Drinking

2 parts vodka
3 parts lemonade
garnish with a lemon
Opt for a sugared rim and mint leaf if you are trying to impress the in-laws



Deanna: First things first, Hank. Where are you and what are you wearing?

Hank: Oh God, I knew I should have changed clothes. Sigh … I’ll be honest. I’m in my office/cat room (the kitty condo, cat beds, and cat toybox are in here along with my iMac), and I’m wearing bike shorts and a T-shirt. Yeah, I’m dressed like a suburban soccer mom at the mall. (((Sigh)))

Deanna: Nice visual, hon. Now what’s your poison? Whiskey? Coffee?

Hank: I don’t drink coffee, I drink tea. In the winter I drink hot tea, in the summer, iced tea. I am a very simple man. My cocktail of preference, especially in these sizzling summer months, is vodka and lemonade. Mmmm. In the winter, a nice pinot noir really takes off the chill.

Deanna: Me and vodka were separated for awhile, considered divorcing, but recently have reconciled. So I believe I'll have a double, thank you very much!

Hank: LOL (((whips up a batch)))I enjoy all kinds of vodka drinks, but usually stick with the simple vodka and lemonade or vodka and tonic, mainly because after having a few...several, I can still remember how to make them.

Deanna: Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book?

Hank: (((takes a sip))) My upcoming release is called Bounty, and it’s the first book in my self-published Venom Valley Series that involves vampires and zombies in the Old West. Oh, and it’s got a touch of witchcraft and a dash of Native American spirits thrown in for good measure.

Deanna: Hmmmm, zombie cowboys? Like this? ------------->

Hank: Lol...maybe...no....you'll have to wait to read it.

Deanna: Okay, tease! Now tell me where did the idea for this story come from?

Hank: The story started with a simple thought one day while I was busy doing something mundane. I just thought: vampires and zombies in the Old West; hunh. Then it grew from there, you know? Like, two undead species, but very different from each other. Vampires are very cunning and sexy and superhuman, and zombies are the disintegrating human shells, but so deadly and contagious. Then I threw in the human characters and realized I had a huge story arc plus many several, smaller arcs that could make for a good series.

Deanna: What was the hardest part of writing this story for you?

Hank: The hardest part has been finding the time. I decided to self-publish the books after one publisher noted that the first book ends on a cliff hanger and they don’t usually go for that. (((shrugs, gulps vodka and lemonade.)))
So I’m taking a big step and researching the self-publishing world.

Book One, Bounty, is finished, and my partner put together the amazing cover. He also did the cover art for Vancouver Nights which made our trip to the Lambda Literary Awards in New York City this year that much more special!

Deanna: He did a great job! Both of those covers are wonderful! Make sure you tell him I said so.

Hanks: Thanks, and I will! I want to have a first draft of Book Two completed before I publish Book One, just so it’s ready to go soon after publishing Book One, so people don’t wait months and months or years to see what happens to the characters, right? None of this Harry Potter wait for three years, or George R.R. Martin and a five year hiatus.

Deanna: (((raises her glass again))) Here's to Harry Potter sales!

Hanks: Here here!(((Chugs the rest of his vodka and lemonade and pours another.))) Meanwhile, I’m working at the Evil Day Job, EDJ, that pays the bills and trying to maintain a touch of social life.

Deanna: I have more of an ADJ...Annoying Day Job. (((accepts a refill))) I think vodka and I might be getting back together permanently!
I don't know if that makes you a good influence or a bad one! Ha!
Now tell me, what was the easiest thing about writing Venom Valley?

Hank: The first book really wrote itself. The characters were so vivid to me, and their stories so real, I just basically wrote what they told me to. I think the characters’ storylines, which start out removed from one another, all intertwine very logically as the book progresses.

Deanna: What is your dream story, your opus, if you will? The one you dream about writing but haven’t done it?

Hank: At any given moment, I have several stories circling inside my head like vultures looking to feast on dead brain cells. This Venom Valley Series is quite the opus for me. I have a very emotional story lingering back there as well, a contemporary romance set within a tale of animal rights (I’m an animal lover, just ask those spoiled cats lounging there in the corner surrounded by catnip mice and bowls of food), and a few sequels, but first the vampires and zombies need to be unleashed. (((Sighs, chugs down the fresh drink.)))

Deanna: When did you first discover you were a writer? Were you like sitting on the toilet and just said, “Ya know, I think I’m gonna write a book.” Or was it more profound?

Hank: Ha! Well, it wasn’t quite the toilet scenario. As a kid, I always wanted more from my favorite movies like “Alien” or all those disaster movies from the 70s, so I wrote my own sequels. That changed to horror and disaster stories of my own and I’ve been writing off and on ever since.

Deanna: Hmmm, what did you do with your toys as a kid....((((laughs and downs her drink)))What helps you when you are stumped on a scene in a manuscript? I usually have a cocktail … or three…LOL But that’s just me.

Hank: It’s going to sound sick, but a workout helps me. I use the elliptical for my cardio workout and it sparks a lot of brain activity or something, because a lot of times I’ll come away having figured out a way around things. However, just the other day in a meeting at the EDJ, I was only half listening (shhh, don’t tell!) and came up with a resolution for a problem I was facing in Venom Valley Book Two. I quickly acted like I was paying attention and jotted it down in my notebook, which just goes to prove that you never know when that muse in the back of your mind is going to shoot a rubber band idea at you.

Deanna: LMAO!!!!! I love it!!! Hopefully no one looked at your notes.

Hank: I know, right? Refill? ((((holds up the pitcher in question)))

Deanna: Well, just a smidgen(((tips the bottom of the pitcher to fill her glass to the brim when Hank actually gives her just a smidgen))) These things go down a bit too smooth...oh well!
Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?

Hank: I never really envision a specific song for my characters or books. However, I tend to listen to movie soundtracks when I write, like the original three movies from the Star Wars trilogy, or Lord of the Rings, for atmosphere. Sometimes songs with lyrics get in the way of my writing.

Deanna: Well that's cool...as long as you don't start calling your book Precious I think you're okay! LOL

Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterward, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))

Hank: LOL! Well, yeah … (((blushes, sips from drink))) Well, when I was writing the third book of the Charlie Heggensford series, Vancouver Nights, a friend of mine challenged me to have Charlie go beyond the usual fluff and fuck scenes. So I introduced a couple of characters that were into watersports and fisting and then I decided they needed to experience enemas as well. I really took them beyond the standard fluff and fuck scenes!

Deanna: You sure did! I can never look at a bowling pin the same way again!!!(((starts laughing hysterically)))

Hank:(((shrugs, pushes the lemonade aside and takes a swig of the vodka))) When I read the book over I was kind of shocked I had done it. And then seeing it in print!! Eeep!!

Deanna: And the champagne enemas!! (((laughing she wipes tears from her eyes))) That still makes me laugh!!! Hey, don't drink all the vodka, Hank!

Hank: (((moves the bottle out of reach, then tips his head back and effortlessly drains half the contents)))

Deanna:(((quirks her brows))) Well, now I know where Charlie gets his skills.

Hank: (((chokes on a laugh and vodka comes out his nose)))

Deanna: You're suppose to swallow not spit, Hank!!! (((laughs))) You should know that!

Hank: You're so bad!

Deanna: (((grins and steals the vodka))) I know! That's why you love me!

Now while me and Hank do our best to polish off this bottle, (((takes a hefty swig and passes it back))) we would love to hear from you guys!

Have you read Hank's books? Which was your favorite?
Do you like vodka?
And what are your thoughts on champagne enemas?

I want to thank Hank for coming to the cyber bar today(((waves drunkenly at Hank))) Thank you, Hank!

Hank: (((waves back, cheeks rosey from too much alcohol))) You're welcome! Thanks for having me!

Deanna: If you would like to visit Hank on the web you can find him in these places:
Website
Blog
Author Facebook Page