Welcome Joyeee Flynn, our guest for today! Joyee is a new author to me and I've enjoyed reading her interview and learning about her. Her excerpt is great!
Q: Tell us about the person behind Joyee Flynn. What got you interested in being an author?
Honestly, since I was a kid I've wanted to be one, but I've always been very numbers oriented, crazy literal and logical. I guess I just wrote for fun thinking I didn't have enough creative aspect to ever do it for real. I lost a job a few years ago and decided pretty much too really just go for it. Doing what I thought I was "supposed" to in life with my degrees in corporate America made me miserable. So I sat down and in two weeks churned out a 100k mainstream book that had been in my head.
Q: Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
My dreams or nightmares, believe it or not. A lot of times I have some crazy dream that develops into something I can use in a story and I just run with it after I mull it over.
Q: Care to tell us about your latest release/Upcoming release?
Yesterday I had a new release. Isaac Dragos: Beyond the Marius Brothers #1 which was actually a demand from Stormy Glenn's & my own Yahoo Group. Isaac plays a vital role in Remus: Marius Brothers #2 and after #3 came out, they started talking because I said I was going to work on Victor #4 that was released last month and holy crap did everyone just jump in and beg for his story. Which was a trip for me because I'd never thought to give him one. I promised I'd think about it… and when I did I sit down and I just cranked out 17k words the first day I worked on it. It was CRAZY and just took a life of its own. It's chronologically after Victor #4, but since he's not a Marius Brother I gave him a spin off series name in case I come along other characters in that world that need a story as well.
Q: What are you working on next? Care to share some details on future releases/projects?
I have a HUGE project coming up, that's super secret but there will be an announcement/unveiling of it around September. I'm really excited about it because I know it's like nothing anyone's done before, at least that I've ever seen or heard of.
And one was just announced as a joint project with Stormy & Gabrielle Evans. We're doing something very different and unique. We've been having a blast working on it and we think everyone's really going to love it. www.midnightmatings.com
Q: So what do you enjoy doing on your downtime from writing?
I read a lot, and incredibly fast. It’s a very expensive habit. Other than that, I’m kind of a dork. I like to garden, make my own candles, and lots of crafts. I really don’t think checking hot guys is a hobby, but I really wish it was. I like to workout and be outdoors, pretty basic stuff.
Q: Are you pantster or a plotter?
Both. I have my books in a loose outline, most times I stick to it, adding some developments that pop up as the story progresses.
Q: Have you ever experience weird cravings while you write? If so, what kind?
Besides chocolate… Alana, the brat, got me addicted to Cheryl's frosted sugar cookies.
Q: Do you have any weird writing habits?
Yes, I time myself. I know, that's one most people don't hear. After about forty-five minutes my hands and wrist start cramping from a college injury. So I have my little timer where ever I'm working and finish the sentence I was writing when it beeps. Then I take about a ten minute break, get up, stretch, let the pup out, throw some laundry in, or other chores that bring me back to the real world for a while. And it helps me plot out where the story's going when I sit back down for the next round of writing. Q: How much does reader reaction mean to you as an author? Do you read your own reviews?
Q: Which of your characters would you most likely fall for if they were real?
That's hard to answer… it's kinda like picking a favorite family member. All of my main characters, I have at least a little bit of a crush on since they are my type of man in one way or another.
Q: If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?
I would say Micah: Marius Brothers #1. It's one of my first books that had two spin off series come of it and over all I've gotten the most positive feedback on.
Q: What do you do when your muse decides to be a pita and not communicate with you? How do you kick start the muse again?
I've yet to really lose a muse, it's more picking one while all the others stay quiet in my head for a while. But when I'm stuck or need to figure out where to go with a story I either go outside & play fetch with pup until we both burn off the extra energy or start cleaning.
Q: Where can readers find you on the net?
Facebook, & I have a Yahoo Group
Isaac Dragos has done a lot of things in his life that he's not proud of. But unbeknownst most of the people in his life he did it all because of a promise he couldn't break. And with his father's sanity slipping further away every day, Isaac is afraid for the people who matter to him.
Seeking to find himself Isaac sets out to run away from home and clear his head before deciding what to do next in life. Standing at the airport deciding where to go, he never thinks his mate will walk right up to him. And when he finds out Rory, his gorgeous mate has issues of his own. They decide to help each other heal their emotional wounds.
But does he deserve happiness after his past? And will Rory be able to help Isaac or will his own issues cloud their mating?
“He is right there,” Noah said firmly as he pointed to Remus Marius. I watched in horror as Father slapped Noah across the face. Mother fucker!
“You lie!” Abraham screamed. “You’re not a fag! It’s bad enough you’re too pathetic to be a warrior. You can’t be a fruit, too! I should have killed you in your crib.”
Large hands grabbed my arms as I tried to launch forward at Father. I pulled, he tugged, and I spun around to hit him until I saw it was Dillon. Shock filled me as I realized he was keeping me from kicking our dad’s ass. Then I got pissed. How could Dillon be okay with Father treating Noah this way?
I got one good elbow into Dillon’s chin, turning to help Noah but only to be stopped by Gabriel Marius. He shoved me hard as Dillon pulled me, and this time I didn’t resist. I was clearly missing something if they were on the same side against me. Did they think I was going after Noah?
“I was going after Father, not Noah,” I growled as they pinned me to the wall. “I thought you were holding me back so I didn’t punch him. I wanted to keep him away from Noah.”
“I thought you were trying to hurt our little brother,” Dillon answered, staring daggers at me. I felt my head snap as if he’d punched me. Is that what my brother really thought of me? I might not have been a fan of Noah being a fag, but he was still my brother, and Father had no right to hit him like that. Especially now after we found out that Noah hadn’t been studying abroad like I’d thought.
“He’s under my protection now, Abraham,” Mr. Marius yelled as they walked out into the hall.
“Fuck that, he’s my son,” Father answered, his hands bunched into fists. “He’s not going to mate to a fucking man! I don’t give a shit what atrocities you let go on in your home, but in mine, mates aren’t men.”
Is he high? I asked myself as I stared at the man I’d always idolized. I knew I was never Father’s favorite, not being the first born and all. But I grew up doing everything he’d always wanted for any scrap of affection he’d give me. I always thought I’d had it rough, but now everything was turned upside done with what I was learning. It seemed Noah had it the worst of us.
“Well, he’s coming to my home,” Mr. Marius yelled back, stepping closer to Father. “So Noah can claim his mate if he wants to. Even if he doesn’t, he’s under my protection now. If you don’t fucking like it, take it up with the council.”
“You son of a bitch,” Abraham growled, taking a swing at Mr. Marius’s head. Mr. Marius easily ducked it and landed a punch of his own on Abraham, knocking Father on his ass.
“Father,” I growled, picking the man up off the ground. At this point I just wanted to get him out of there before he did more damage to our family. I wracked my brain for what to say that would make him leave. “We’ll go to the council. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
“Yeah, the two of you against nine is pretty bad odds.” Dillon chuckled.
“Two? Nine? What are you talking about, Dillon?” Father asked, confused as I was. Then it hit me—Dillon thinks I agree with Father. I wanted to say something, anything to explain that I was just trying to defuse the situation. But like always, no one was paying attention to me, so instead I just pulled Father towards the door.
“You think I’m on your side, Father?” Dillon asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Of course you are,” he spat out, “you’re a Dragos.”
“So is Noah,” Dillon yelled back as I rolled my eyes. Great, now I’d be stuck cleaning up another one of their arguments and playing peacemaker. “Look at the way you’ve treated him! You told us that he was studying abroad. And all this fucking time you’ve confined him to the staff house. How could you? He’s your son. I’m ashamed to call you my father. I stand with the Marius family on this one. You lay one hand on Noah, so help me god, I will kill you myself. I swear on my honor, Father.”
What has Dillon done? I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling very old and tired. I was so tired of this shit. Couldn’t we ever just interact without everyone flying off the handle? And what the fuck had Father been doing with Noah all these years? My head just hurt from it all. I wanted to get us out of there and think.
“You can’t do that,” Abraham replied, his face paling.
“I can and did, Father,” Dillon answered, stepping closer. “All of the people here bear witness to my oath. Why don’t you take a swing at me?” Dillon paused, making his point that Abraham wouldn’t try to fight Dillon. Abraham knew he would lose. “That’s what I thought, Father. You only hit those who can’t fight you. Isaac, take him home, get this piece of shit out of my sight.”
I’m not your fucking errand boy, big brother, I growled in my head, knowing nothing good would come of saying it aloud. We had a big enough mess to clean up without Dillon throwing more shit my way to handle. I stared at him for a moment with my mouth open before dragging Father with me. Right then I wasn’t sure who I was more pissed at, Dillon or Father.
“I’m so fucking tired of this bullshit,” I mumbled as I still held on to Father’s arm as we got to the car.