Hi, everyone! I want to thank Kia for inviting me to her 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 this post, you will be a link to enter to win! Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs and you can enter as much as you like!
A quick Q&A with JC
You’re from NY. Tell us about where you grew up.
I was born and raised in a small town in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains of NY and live on the border of Vermont. I spent my summers swimming in Lake Champlain and playing in the mountains. The street I lived on had tons of kids and we all played and grew up together. I don’t live too far from that small town now.
Tell us about your family.
I have three children, two girls and a boy, ages 21, 18 and 10, a grandson who is a year old and a granddaughter on the way. They are awesome and the best!
What was your major in college? Tell us about your current job.
I had planned to major in writing/English Lit, but ended up in psychology/counseling and now I’m a Behavior Analyst with individuals with autism and behavior challenges. I love my job.
What do you do besides working and writing?
I love to read all types of M/M, especially paranormal romance. I’m pretty much M/M’s bitch, lol, and it’s all that I read.
How many M/M books have you read?
Over two thousand, at least. Thank god for e-books or I’d need a larger house! P.S. Not really cause I really only read electronic books. I haven’t bought a paperback fiction book in years. The reason being that I am constantly on my computer and Nook and iPhone writing, reading and doing work and, oddly enough, my eyes now have a hard time reading printed books.
Where is your next stop on the tour?
Tomorrow, I will be visiting the blog Read the Rainbow. Hope to see you all there!
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.
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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
You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!
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