Remember that actor I said might work in the role of Luki Vasquez if the Vasquez and James books was made into a movie or series? Jason Momoa? Here he is cleaned up, bare-chested, and without dreads. He’s not blue eyed, no scar, not quite tough and cold enough, but I’ll bet he could play the part. After all, he was Conan, and also that ultra-tough horse lord in “Game of Thrones.”
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Tomorrow, 12/21, at 2:00PM Eastern, my guest blog goes live at Long and Short Reviews, part of the Stuff Your Stocking blogfest. Instead of an interview or whatnot, this time I’ve indulged in a little holiday philosophizing. I’d of course love to know what you think about it. There’s also an Christmas scene excerpt, and an ebook to be won. I hope you’ll stop by. The following link isn’t good until tomorrow at 2 PM EST, but I’ll post it now because I’ll be slaving at the day job at that time. Here it is:
Or copy and paste into your browser’s address bar, http://wcguest.blogspot.com/2012/12/stuff-stocking-blogfest-lou-sylvre.html .
Apparently Luki and Sonny have made a few people cry. Sorry. but not too sorry, because it got Yes: A Vasquez and Jams Novella nominated for the 2012 M/M Romance awards on Goodreads. Not surprisingly, in the best tear-jerking scene category. Thank you readers, for loving Luki Vasquez and Sonny James enough to make the nomination.
Here is the link to vote on all the categories, or click on the badge, above. Please vote, even if Luki and Sonny don’t get your vote, show your pride. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Now, I don’t know what scene from yes is the tear jerker the nominators had in mind, but I can just about guarantee this is not it! I’m offering it just for the fun of it, and a little warmth on a winter’s day. Hope you enjoy!
On New Year’s Eve, Sonny fell in love. With Luki, not for the first time. He used to fall in love with him regularly, but over the last months, it had happened rarely. Very. Not that he ever stopped loving him, but moments of heart-stopping I-love-him-so-much-I’m-gonna-die had fallen to the status of a vague hope for “someday.” But now, there Luki stood, breathing easily without oxygen, effects of chemo and prednisone dwindling—for the time being—radiation sickness beating a fast retreat. On New Year’s Eve, Sonny’s “someday” had come.
Across the living room—the only room in the rambling house still walled all the way around with the original, varnished logs—Luki held up his copy of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Sonny—who rarely watched movies, or television for that matter—privately wondered how any movie, especially one starring a bunch of stuffy Brits trying to be funny, could be so fantastic. Luki’s anticipation seemed almost boyish—though even after months of sickness, even stripped of hair, his body most certainly was not.
“C’mon, baby, let’s watch it,” Luki said. I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.”
Sonny followed him to the living room, sat in the chair and waited while he put the DVD in the player.
“No,” Luki said, tucking himself into a corner of the couch with his bare feet drawn up. “Sit over here with me. Please?”
The “please” was unnecessary, as far as Sonny was concerned.
Still, he wanted to be sure. Not long ago, Luki’s skin had been so sensitive it burned to be touched, and a body close to his made him sweat with heat. Quietly and probably too seriously, he asked, “It won’t bother you?”
So Sonny took up his station, laying curled up half behind Luki with his head miraculously ending up in the crook of Luki’s arm, just as if they were made to be braided together in that fashion.
Luki had discovered the joys of reading after he moved into Sonny’s house, and he especially liked to read aloud to Sonny. At those times this was how they would lay. Now, as always before, Luki stroked Sonny’s bare skin absently while they watched. It felt so sweet, so much like coming home that at first Sonny couldn’t follow the movie. Instead, he listened to Luki laughing, to his heart beating, to his breathing, soft and even.
But Luki had told the truth. Knights riding stick horses
discussing how much weight an African Swallow could carry and throwing cows at each other made him laugh—so hard he had to sit up and wipe his eyes. At a quiet point, he felt Luki’s eyes on him, thought maybe he needed something. But when he turned his head, Luki was gazing at him, his face alight with one of his slight but soul-deep smiles. Sonny tilted his head, questioning.
“Sonny. It has been so long since I’ve seen you laugh. Really laugh, with your whole heart in it.” He ran his thumb across Sonny’s lower lip. “It’s medicine. It might save my life.”
They had driven to Seattle from the Olympic Peninsula that morning
before the birds were awake—or so Luki had complained. Even after years
of Sonny’s influence, he hadn’t become a morning person, had no desire
to do so, knew he never would. They had taken Luki’s ice-blue Mercedes,
aged by now, but still in good shape, because it helped Luki maintain the
chilly facade that used to be his trademark when he was a full-time
working detective. Now he only detected occasionally and ran his security
business mostly en absentia. Usually he could still call up the chill factor
when needed, but this morning it had been elusive at best.
They stood in the bow of the ferry while they crossed the Puget
Sound, then drove south over the familiar stretch from Edmonds and
arrived at the Cancer Center in Seattle twenty-five minutes before Luki’s
appointment time. It took twenty of those minutes for Sonny to convince
Luki to go in—mostly using a technique Luki had come to think of as
meaningful silence. Sonny was very good at it.
Now, in the car again after leaving the doctor’s office in discord…
utter discord, Luki felt the significance of Sonny’s silence aimed at him
like a drawn and loaded bow. It felt ugly, but he couldn’t give Sonny what
he wanted. Not yet. In an effort to ignore the facts, he asked, “Are you
“No, I’m not hungry! I’m flabbergasted that you didn’t answer that
doctor. I’m too upset to be thinking about food.”
“Well, Sonny, I’m fucking hungry!” It felt kind of good to lash out,
but that wasn’t enough to quell his own fear, his own anger, or his guilt for
not acknowledging that Sonny felt those things too. He looked around,
taking in the lay of the land to figure out where they were in relation to the
places in Seattle he knew. “Let’s go to the Metro. It’s right around the
A mostly gay club, The Metro served classy beer and good food—
ordinary things like hamburgers and steaks, but quality that justified the
upscale prices. Still early in the day, the dim interior was sparsely
populated, which was part of the appeal for Luki at that moment. Luki was
recognized as soon as he walked in. As did everyone but a select few in
his life, the staff at the Metro referred to him by his last name.
“Mr. Vasquez,” the bearded man at the door said. “We haven’t seen
you for a while.”
He didn’t say a word to Sonny. This happened regularly, at the
Metro, and though it didn’t bother Sonny at all, it ruffled Luki’s feathers.
Seriously. Every time in the last six years that he’d been to the Metro,
Sonny had been with him. They knew his name, knew he and Luki were
married, that they lived together, loved together. And anyone with their
eyelids halfway past their pupils could see that Luki and Sonny needed
each other like clouds need sun—to exist. He supposed Sonny was
probably right when he said it was because he blended, purposely, into the
background, but Luki didn’t care about that. Although he’d never been the
kind of person to use his martial skills if not necessary for survival, his or
someone else’s, at that moment in the Metro’s entryway, it was only to
spare Sonny from mortification that he resisted the temptation to split the
cheeky man’s lip.
All that aside, the Metro was as good a place as any, and if by some
miracle he and Sonny stopped their mostly silent fight and wanted to
touch, no one would get ugly about it.
They ordered burgers and fries—or rather Luki did, because Sonny
sat in silence… meaningful silence, except for slamming down his
silverware and glaring loudly. That should have at least got him noticed by
the waiter, a man young enough for Luki to think of him as a boy and
swishy enough for Luki to think Sonny was watching his ass. Which was
completely stupid, but it gave Luki another reason to seethe.
Their food came, and brown bottles of Full Sail Amber Ale, which
Luki had ordered, when Sonny refused to speak, because it was Sonny’s
favorite. But Sonny didn’t eat or drink, and after two bites of burger and
the foam off the top of the ale, Luki couldn’t either. His stomach felt like
there was a hot stone in it, growing with Sonny’s every movement and
Suddenly—or so it seemed—he could take no more. “Fuck, Sonny!
Fuck!” His outburst turned every eye in the place toward him. Except
Sonny’s. Defeated, but only a little quieter, he said, “Stop, please. Of
course I’m going to do the fucking treatment. I just wanted an hour, just a
little time to pretend it wasn’t happening. Why couldn’t you let me have
Sonny blushed the color of fresh-dug beets and stormed back toward
the restrooms. Really stormed… righteously stormed. Like he’s pulling
thunder and lightning along behind him. Luki’s humor always bubbled up
at the most inappropriate times, and this was no different. He struggled not
to laugh. Or not to cry. He wasn’t sure which, but he refused to do either
because all eyes remained tuned to him, like they didn’t even notice
Sonny, who was six-two and beautiful and right in front of their faces.
Luki wanted to throw his beer glass at them, but instead he tried to drink.
He couldn’t. He coughed. He couldn’t stop.
People rushed him, wanting to help or wanting to get in on the
action. He tried to swing at them, and he was eminently qualified to kick
every ass in the place at one time. But he couldn’t even blindly bat them
away. With Sonny’s long legs, he made it back across the room in maybe
five strides, and then he did the batting away for Luki—not at all gently.
“Luki. Here, honey.” He dug a bottle out of his coat pocket, the cough
medicine Luki’s doctor had given him at that first appointment, that day—
not even a week ago?—when Luki admitted he was sick. Sonny had been
thinking ahead, preparing for Luki’s needs, while Luki himself hadn’t
given it a thought. Now, he sat down next to Luki and gathered him in
close to his body. Distantly, Luki felt grateful for the comfort and the
protection from selfish eyes. Not so distantly, he felt fiercely enraged with
all of them—with Sonny, too, but mostly with his own diseased,
dangerous, treasonous lung.
Yes (A Vasquez and James Novella), is a Dreamspinner Press release. Starting 7/18 it’s available at the Dreamspinner Press online store.
Here’s where to find the party: Dreamspinner Press Blog
Wel’ll kick it off at 1pm Pacific, and stay through 7pm–that’s 4-10pm Eastern.
We’ll have a contest, excerpts, some bits and pieces of back story, maybe some talk about what the author (that’s me) is doing next. I know Wednesday is a busy day for most, but I’m hoping at least a few can attend, and we’ll see where the conversation takes us.
Another contest on Thursday and Friday–I believe there may be an early review available, and the characters and I will have something to say here, then we’ll guest post on a few friendly blogs with character interviews, and such.
The posts will be here at sylvre.com, and at:
- Drops of Ink (Anne Barwell’s page)
- Rhys Ford’s Blog
- Emotion in Motion (Elizabeth Noble’s site)
- and my Goodreads blog.
More contest details available soon.
Saturday, I’m chatting on Goodreads at the Dreamspinner Press Discussion Board. And we’ll have more of the same, but different!
So… It’s going to be busy, but I hope at least one of these events will work for you, because I’d really love to have your company.
On Thursday and Friday, July 19th and 20th, I will make a blog tour visiting a few of the characters in Yes on short a blog tour of sorts. I plan a mini-interview with each. Here are the four characters I want to talk to:
Luki Vasquez (the badass, the star as usual)
Sonny James (Luki’s lover, the artist, the reason the star shines, metaphorically speaking)
Kaholo (Luki’s sweet and dependable uncle)
Ruthie (the wife of Luki’s nephew, and more importantly the mother of a very important infant)
What should I ask? I don’t want to cause any one of these characters more pain or sorrow, but… well, maybe there are some things we want to know.
If you have a question for a character, leave a comment, or email me at lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com.