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Blog Tour: When Love Takes Over by Jacob Z. Flores

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When Love Takes Over Blurb

Zach Kelly’s life is a shambles. His boyfriend of three years dumped him, and his writing career is going nowhere. On a whim, he heads to Provincetown, Massachusetts, to nurse his broken heart and figure out his next step. He’s expecting to find rest and relaxation on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Instead, Zach meets a hunky porn star during a chance encounter at a leather shop he mistakes as a place to buy a belt that is definitely not for whipping.

Van Pierce is smitten when shy and inexperienced Zach crashes through a shelf of fetish gear. Though Van’s got an insatiable appetite for men on and off the set, his porn persona, Hart Throb, hides a broken heart. He’s struggling to find the reality the porno set doesn’t offer, and Zach is fighting to find the fantasy that will set his writing on fire. The odd goofball and the suave beefcake may either find love amid Provincetown’s colorful pageantry where summer never seems to end—or more heartbreak than either can imagine.

About the Author:

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores, or http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5142501.Jacob_Z_Flores.

 

Interview:

Hi, everyone. I’m Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be here at the Pen & Muse. This is my first stop on my blog tour promoting my latest release When Love Takes Over from Dreamspinner Press. I’ve never been here at the Pen & Muse before, so I’ll be on my best behavior, well, maybe not my “best” behavior. I’ll certainly try to be the best at being bad. That’s just more fun, isn’t it?

 

Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself!

 

I’m from a galaxy far, far away. Born on a desert planet named Tatooine. After my aunt and uncle were killed, I had many adventures in space trying to free the galaxy from the tyrannical Empire. Along the way, I learned that my father was an evil despot and the girl I had once had a crush on was my twin sister. Talk about family issues.

 

Wait, that wasn’t me. That was Luke Skywalker. I guess that’s what I get for watching Star Wars before bed last night.

 

I was actually born in San Antonio, Texas, where I lived until I earned my graduate degree in English. I got married, moved to the small town of Victoria, had a daughter, came out of the closet, got divorced, met a wonderful man with two children of his own, and got re-married. Ten years later, my husband and I are still together, and our munchkins have grown up. The oldest is getting ready to leave for college in Iowa in three weeks, and the youngest is starting her last year in middle school.

 

Thinking of our children flying the nest is too depressing. I think I’d rather fight the evil Empire!

 

 

Tell us about your book? How did it get started?

 

I’d love to!

 

When Love Takes Over is the first book of the Provincetown Series. It’s about a struggling author named Zach, who heads to Provincetown after a painful breakup. He’s looking to nurse his broken heart and find out why his relationship failed and why his writing career is going nowhere. Zach sees P-town as an escape where he hopes to have fun as well as find the answers he’s searching for. What he doesn’t expect is to meet Van, a hunky porn star in a leather shop. There’s an instant attraction, but neither man is looking for a relationship. Zach has just been dumped, and Van has had his heart broken too many times. That is the main reason Van, whose porn name is Hart Throb, turned to the adult industry—to keep his easily broken heart safe.

 

Both men fight what they feel tooth and nail, but in Provincetown love has a way of taking over.

 

The idea for this book, as well as the series, started 8 years ago. My husband and I vacation in Provincetown every summer, and last year, when I was looking for my next project, I realized how many stories I had collected over the years in P-town.

 

That was when I realized I needed to write a series based in the town I love so much. I wanted to share with my readers the unique landscape, the eclectic characters that live in and visit the town, and the promise and pitfalls of love in Provincetown, a place where anything goes and anything can happen.

 

How do you create your characters?

 

Oh, I love character creation. It’s one of my favorite parts of starting a new novel. You see in order for me to begin I have to know what my character looks like. You know what that means, right? That’s right! Hours upon hours of online research. I scour the Internet looking at hundreds upon hundreds of pictures on Facebook, Tumblr, and, um, well, let’s just say my search is truly exhaustive.

 

Once I find the right photos for my main characters, I clean up because, well, research can get messy, and I create a character sketch for my main characters. I start with their childhood and move them through adulthood, noting their personality quirks, character traits, and personal history that develop them as a real person in my mind.

 

Once that’s done, I set them loose upon my computer and away we go!

 

What inspires you and what got you started in writing?

 

That’s a tough question. Inspiration comes in a variety of places, and it is usually unexpected. Sometimes it’s a song, a photo, or like my last release Moral Authority, an idea of “what if?” I’ve had dreams turns into a novel. That’s how The Gifted One was born, so I don’t really have a pat answer for that one. My muse strikes when it is ready, and so far it is has worked out just fine. At least in my opinion.

 

My muse first struck while I was a child. While other kids were playing outside, I was sitting at my grandmother’s dining room table writing comic books. I think I had written almost three hundred by the time I switched to writing short stories, which then turned into first attempts at novels. They were pretty awful, but they got me started on the path I’m on now.

 

So I’ve pretty much always been writing, and I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t. It’s just something I love to do.

 

Where do you write? Is there something you need in order to write (music, drinks?)

 

Oh my God. I’m such a princess when it comes to writing. I have to write in my comfy plush chair in the family room with my feet kicked onto the ottoman and the laptop in my lap. It also has to be quiet. Like dead quiet. There can’t be music or noise from the television. My family hates this about me! When I’m tapping away at the keyboard, they look at each other and sigh and then slink off to their rooms or head out of the house to be noisy. I adore them for being so respectful, which is why I set aside family time where we can be together, and they can be as raucous as they want. Let’s face it. They are children, and they have an overwhelming need to be loud. Why my husband is so loud is another matter entirely!

 

 

What do you like to read?

 

My all time favorite is a good horror novel. Stephen King was the first author I ever read. Well, the first author I wasn’t assigned to read in school. After Pet Semetary, I was hooked, and I devoured everything he’d ever written. For a long time, horror was all I ever read. But I do enjoy a good action and adventure novel. James Rollins is pretty good. I enjoy his Sigma Force novels, and I’m a fan of James Patterson’s Alex Cross books.

 

What would your advice to be for authors or aspiring in regards to writing?

 

Writing and being an author are two different things. To me, writing is the act of creating a manuscript. It requires dedication and perseverance to see the manuscript through to the end.

 

Being an author, however, is more than just writing a book. It requires setting goals, creating your author brand, marketing books, and establishing a genuine online presence to name a few.

 

Writing a book is just part of the process, and it’s important for all authors to realize that and embrace it.

 

Anything else you’d like to share?

 

First, I would like to thank you again for having me here at the Pen & Muse. It’s been great, and I hope I’m invited back again some time soon.

 

I also have included a blurb and an excerpt below for those who’d like to read them. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m holding a contest. All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win a free copy of When Love Takes Over. If a reader happens to follow all my blog stops, then she or he can leave a comment at the other sites a well. At the end of the tour, a winner will be chosen and announced.

 

Blurb:

 

Zach Kelly’s life is a shambles. His boyfriend of three years dumped him, and his writing career is going nowhere. On a whim, he heads to Provincetown, Massachusetts, to nurse his broken heart and figure out his next step. He’s expecting to find rest and relaxation on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Instead, Zach meets a hunky porn star during a chance encounter at a leather shop he mistakes as a place to buy a belt that is definitely not for whipping.

 

Van Pierce is smitten when shy and inexperienced Zach crashes through a shelf of fetish gear. Though Van’s got an insatiable appetite for men on and off the set, his porn persona, Hart Throb, hides a broken heart. He’s struggling to find the reality the porno set doesn’t offer, and Zach is fighting to find the fantasy that will set his writing on fire. The odd goofball and the suave beefcake may either find love amid Provincetown’s colorful pageantry where summer never seems to end—or more heartbreak than either can imagine.

 

Excerpt:

 

Zach blinked back his tears and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Ben said after a few moments. His voice broke the silence like an exploding cannon. “I truly am.”

Although the words were apologetic, the tone expressed no such emotion. Ben sounded irritated, like he often did when Zach proved too dense for Ben’s liking.

He had to get the hell out of there. Now.

Zach stood up from the bed and crossed to the closet. He reached inside, grabbing his suitcase from the floor and his backpack from the chair that sat to the left. He placed both on the carpet just outside the closet door.

Ben said nothing. He simply watched in silence, but the arch to Ben’s eyebrow told Zach Ben was interested in what he planned on taking with him. What he wanted to take was the big screen television or the expensive leather couch they bought a few months ago, but none of those things would fit in his luggage. Ben’s head would. If he could stuff the oversized melon filled with Ben’s own high opinion of himself into his backpack.

But instead of acting out or saying the awful things that crossed his mind, Zach kept mum like the lame ass loser he was. He also only reached for the items that were his, not anything they’d purchased together.

He shoved a couple pair of jeans in his duffel bag. He then lifted out his suit jacket, the one Ben had bought for him to wear on their last trip to New York. The trip that Ben had planned because Zach sucked at making travel arrangements and packing appropriate attire. The one trip Ben had allowed him to be cruise director for hadn’t gone over well. He had booked accommodations not to Ben’s liking and then didn’t bring clothes worthy of dining or clubbing. Ben had been mortified and shanghaied all future travel plans after that debacle.

That was[A1]  why Ben purchased the suit. He wanted Zach to look the way Ben expected him to.

Before he could stop himself, he turned around, suit jacket in hand and asked, “Should I?” Then, realizing what he’d done, he put the jacket back. Even now, after Ben had kicked him to the curb, he fell back on asking Ben if he should or shouldn’t do something. He needed help. Or a lobotomy. Yeah, an ice pick shoved into his eye just might do the trick.

“Just take the jacket,” Ben blurted. “It’s yours!”

Zach didn’t answer. He tore some of his favorite shirts off the hangers and tossed them into the open suitcase. He then yanked open his assigned drawer in their dresser and emptied the contents on top of the balled up shirts.

While he tossed his underwear into the disorganized mess, he watched Ben’s blank expression change. He was no longer indifferent. The absolute mess he was making of his belongings and the fact that he wasn’t taking any of the nice clothes Ben had purchased over the years evidently pissed him off. Ben’s face burned red, and his hands clenched into fists.

“You’re making a mess!” Ben shouted as he crossed over to the closet. “And you’re not even taking the good stuff.” He carefully removed the button-down shirts from some Italian designer Zach couldn’t remember. Ben then began folding them and placing them into a nice, even pile on top of the chest of drawers. “You might as well take them,” he told Zach. “Lord knows, I can’t fit into them. I’m far too lithe for your clothes.”

If Zach had a bat in his hand, Ben’s head would be a bloody red spot on the wall.

“I don’t want them,” Zach told Ben.

Ben didn’t listen. He continued folding the shirts into perfect little squares. When he was done, he headed for the open suitcase. He stood over it, eying its contents. No doubt trying to decide how best to reorganize the clothes until it met Ben’s approval.

When he bent down to begin the process, Zach snapped. He yanked the suitcase out of Ben’s reach, spilling his clothes onto the bedroom carpet. “Don’t touch my shit.”

“I agree,” Ben replied with a crooked smile. “Your clothes are shit. That’s why I want you to take the nice ones.”

Zach couldn’t respond. His throat once again closed shut. He swept the pile of tumbled clothes back into his open suitcase and zipped it shut. He then headed for his desk. On it rested his laptop, which sat next to the Out magazine he had been reading this morning, the one that had all those entrancing pictures of a place called Provincetown at the back of the magazine. He’d wanted to discuss possibly vacationing there with Ben. In fact, daydreaming about it kept him from writing, but now, the sight of the magazine and the vacation they would never have together punched him in the stomach.

He scooped up his laptop and placed it in his backpack. He turned to leave, but he just couldn’t leave the magazine behind. So he rolled it up, stuck it in the back pocket of his shorts, and headed for his suitcase.

With it in hand[A2] , he exited the bedroom, the one where he and Ben had planned the future they would no longer have. He then left the apartment without a word and with a shattered heart.

He had no idea where he would now live, but right now that didn’t matter. He had a plan.

He was going to Provincetown.

About the Author:

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

 

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

 

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2, http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores, or http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5142501.Jacob_Z_Flores.

 

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