Jay Vaughn takes over the blog today

I’m very excited to be here on LM’s blog, touting my newest novel and giving away free copies of The Valjevo Encounter. It’s a vampire novel, which came out on Halloween.

BDSM and The Valjevo Encounter
I’m not going to summarize The Valjevo Encounter because I would just be paraphrasing the book blurb, which I’ve already word-smithed to death, and you can read it below. What I will do is talk about what was going through my head while I was writing The Valjevo Encounter.
The Valjevo Encounter has some mild BDSM scenes in it. I didn’t have BDSM in mind when I started writing it. At the beginning it was just a love story between a very commanding man and a young, naïve student.
However, in one of the first scenes, our macho man, Guy, treats Tigger’s wounds for him. I won’t go into the details of how he was injured here, but the injury was such that treating it was quite painful. Guy ends up restraining him so that he won’t fight the treatment.
Well, that dynamic turned out to be quite exciting:
Being tied down featured prominently in Tigger’s sexual fantasies. He’d never gotten to play out that particular one—he’d never gotten to play out most of them—but reality was even better than fantasy. In spite of his current situation, he was more aroused than he’d ever been, even in his daydreams. He could feel the rope binding him, making him helpless, and for some reason that caused heat to flush his body. He could feel his nipples stiffening as his groin began to ache. It was all he could do not to beg, “Please sir, fuck my mouth with your big, hard cock.”
That thought had Tigger’s eyes flitting involuntarily to Guy’s crotch. Another bright wave of desire washed over him as he saw the real-life outline of the imagined hard cock behind Guy’s tight black jeans. He was standing so close that Tigger could smell his heady musk. His eyes slowly travelled up the tight, muscular body, past the impossibly cut pecs that he remembered feeling under his cheek during the wild motorcycle ride, up past a stubbled, cleft chin and wide, kissable lips, to look into a warm, brown eye that was regarding him with a mixture of concern and desire.
After that scene, I just had to add more.
Guy, being a natural alpha male, tends to think he knows best. When he finds out that Melvin goes by the name of “Tigger”, he refuses to play along. I don’t actually spell this out in the novel, but clearly Guy thinks that no self-respecting adult male should want to go by such a frivolous name. He refuses to call him Tigger, calling him Mel instead.
Tigger comes around pretty quickly to letting Guy call him Mel. For one thing, it sounds great in his deep, sexy voice. By the end of the novel, Tigger is ready to grow up and go by Mel instead of Tigger for everyone.
Mel’s problems are mostly simple. He’s had a solid foundation of love and support growing up. He’s out and his family and friends accept his homosexuality. His biggest concern is finding a boyfriend. He’s still a virgin at twenty-one, and that is becoming an embarrassment to him, but he refuses to compromise, holding out for “the right guy”, who simply hasn’t come along yet. Until he meets Guy.
Guy has a whole jumble of issues. I don’t delve too deeply into Guy’s past, but he’s estranged from his parents. I allude to a dismal relationship with his father. He was clearly close to his sister, but she’s gone and he blames himself for her passing. He was raised catholic but left the church after he realized that he was “incurably” gay. He is still plagued by guilt and feels the void of abandoning his faith. He needs something to tether himself to, and at the beginning of the novel he is blindly devoted to his job—hunting vampires. That changes after he meets Mel. However, in spite of seeming to be a larger-than-life, invincible dom, his psyche is quite fragile. He is afraid to enter into a relationship because he’s lost everyone he’s ever loved, and he also doesn’t feel worthy of Mel, who he has put on a pristine pedestal.
Mel has his work cut out for him in trying to win Guy. Luckily he is helped along by circumstances and Guy’s unique, er, paranormal nature.
I had a ton of fun writing this story. In spite of a few dark scenes, most of the book is fairly light. There’s lots of action, some hot, kinky sex and, yes, some frustrating miscommunications.
The story is a stand-alone novel, although I do plan on writing at least one sequel.

I’ll give an eBook copy of The Valjevo Encounter to a randomly selected commenter.
I’ll also give a copy to the first commenter who can tell me Abe’s sister’s name in The Rough Boys trilogy.

Book Blurb
When an imposing man dressed in black leather, riding a Harley, and sporting a mysterious eye patch charges into an alley and saves college senior Melvin “Tigger” Jacobsen from a creature with soulless, solid black eyes and glistening fangs, sparks begin to fly. Too bad they may not live long enough to explore their irresistible attraction.
Guy Salluci is a vampire hunter who works for a highly covert organization called EERIE. He is Mel’s dream man come-to-life. His bulging muscles and stern countenance are a sharp contrast to the gentle care he gives the injured Mel.
Until now Mel’s biggest challenge was finding a studly boyfriend who will put up with his terminal geekiness. When he finds himself on the run from the vampire, Valjevo, who has targeted him for his next meal, Guy puts him into protective custody at his hidden Mercer Island residence. Mel finds himself falling head-over-heels for the enigmatic vampire hunter—a man torn between his ravenous desires and the horrors of his twisted past. But is Guy even capable of returning Mel’s affection?
When Valjevo hunts Mel down, intent on torture, mayhem, and satisfying his vampire lust, Mel’s only hope is to be rescued by Guy. But the vampire hunter turns out to be not entirely human and unexpectedly vulnerable.

Publisher’s note: Contains scenes of graphic violence, male/male sex, brief non-con, and mild BDSM.

Excerpt from The Valjevo Encounter
This excerpt is from the middle of the novel. Tigger is in protective custody at Guy’s house, and they have been dancing around their attraction for each other for several weeks.
Today, when Tigger opened the dryer, he discovered that it was full of Guy’s clothes. He glanced around for a laundry basket but didn’t see one. As he was standing in front of the dryer, wondering what to do, he heard Guy in the workout room. The big man let out a low grunt that sent a shiver of heat to Tigger’s groin. He couldn’t help but picture what Guy might look like working out. Tigger had been dodging that particular temptation. Guy used his home gym almost every day and Tigger avoided him when he was there. He was too proud to force himself on anyone who didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his lust if he saw Guy with all his glorious muscles on display. Hell, he’d probably have drool running down his chin.
Now, however, that sexy grunt drew him like a bee to nectar. Today he had an excuse to interrupt Guy during his workout. Before he could change his mind, he strode boldly to the end of the hall and entered the gym room. “Guy, what should I do with—”
He broke off his sentence as all the air left his lungs in a whoosh. The sight that met his eyes took his breath away.
Guy was lying on a bench, pressing a large barbell over his chest. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts, which showed off his straining muscles entirely too well. They glistened with a sheen of sweat. They bulged to amazing proportions. Even his thigh muscles were well-defined, taut with the effort of lifting the massive weight. Not only did Guy have the most perfectly sculpted body ever, the scent of his efforts permeated the room. Fresh, hot, sexy male. Tigger’s knees went weak.
Guy glanced in his direction. “What do you need?” he grunted out as he slowly lowered the barbell back down to his chest.
Oh my! You! I need you! Tigger open his mouth but the only sound that came out was a breathy huff. He swallowed. Guy seemed to be focused on his barbell and Tigger took a few seconds to compose himself.
“I … you left your clothes in the dryer. I wasn’t sure … aren’t you supposed to have someone spotting you while you do that?”
Guy quirked an eyebrow at him. “Like who?”
Tigger was pretty sure the big man was teasing him, because he knew he’d be useless when it came to preventing that giant weight from crushing Guy’s chest. His eyes riveted back to said chest. Guy was pushing the weight back up. Tigger watched his gorgeous muscles bulge again, the veins on his biceps standing out in stark relief against his tan skin. Guy’s jaw was clenched, but his lips were slightly parted. Panting.
Tigger was panting himself. His cock was suddenly diamond hard, tenting the front of his sweatpants. His face flushed with embarrassment, but he was unable to move, unable to look away. It was as if Guy had cast a spell upon him. He was frozen to the spot.
With another manly grunt, Guy lifted the barbell higher and slid it carefully into its resting place. Sitting up, he grabbed a small towel and mopped off his face. Tigger’s eyes were drawn to his shorts, which had slid up higher on his leg as he sat up. Guy’s thighs were as thick as Tigger’s own waist, solid muscle, and covered with luscious dark curls. Yum!
When Guy stood up, Tigger’s eyes snapped to his face. The hunter’s eye was ravenous and feral. A sudden chill raced through him. Guy stalked toward him like a lion cornering his prey. Tigger took a few involuntary steps backward until his back hit the wall. Adrenalin coursed through his system. He acknowledged that on some level he was afraid. Guy looked berserk. He was definitely out of control. But Tigger also knew that he wanted this. He wanted to drive Guy over the edge, to have him lose the iron control he had over himself, to make him go mad with lust and take him to places he’d never been.
Tigger’s felt his heart pounding with excitement. Yes! Oh yes!

Guy had been going crazy since Mel had moved in. Actually it had started when he first met him, but since they’d been living together it had reached a whole new level of extreme. For one thing, Mel’s scent was everywhere. Guy would walk into his house and become instantly hard. He seemed to be living with an erection that no amount of jacking off could diminish. In spite of how much he tried to control his thoughts, they were filled with lustful images of Mel. He even dreamt of Mel and often woke up with the sheets soaking wet. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to keep from molesting the young man, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Mel was innocent and vulnerable. If they started a sexual relationship, it would devastate him when Guy was killed by a vampire. And killed he would be, sooner or later—probably sooner. Best to just keep away from temptation.
So he avoided the beautiful boy as much as possible. He kept up a carefully built façade of aloofness, but inside he was melting down.
Today, as soon as Mel entered his workout room, Guy’s famous focus evaporated. It was sheer luck that allowed him to do another press and get the barbell back on the stand. He tried not to look at Mel. He could smell him and that was bad enough. His scent was full of pheromones, Mel’s own unique brand that sent Guy into a tailspin every time. This time the scent was heavily laced with desire, further challenging Guy’s control. As he wiped the sweat off his face, the temptation to look at the young man became too much.
Mel was staring at him with huge, hungry eyes. He was fully aroused. If Guy hadn’t detected it in his scent, he surely couldn’t have missed his long cock poking into the front of his sweats. The clingy fabric outlined the head clearly and a wet spot was starting to form. Guy scented the air again, this time picking up the distinctive odor of Mel’s precum. He suppressed a groan as he climbed to his feet, lust spiraling wildly through his system.
Roaring filled his ears as he observed the object of his desire, tiny and beautiful, and exquisitely provocative. Dizziness swept over him. He could feel his blood coursing through his veins, hot like fire.
I need him.
I need to fuck him.
The thoughts in his brain did not seem to belong to him. His body moved on its own accord toward Mel, who backed up against the wall.
He heard a low growl come out of his throat as he advanced quickly on his quarry. He picked Mel up easily and slammed him into the wall, just managing to control the force of his actions so that he didn’t damage his angel. Sliding his thigh between Mel’s legs, he pushed himself against the smaller man, pinning him to the wall. His mouth descended on Mel’s and his tongue forced its way in, thrusting down his throat. A loud groan escaped him as he tasted his angel: coffee, pastries, and a sweetness that was all Mel.
Mine! Mine! Mine! his mind repeated as he ran his hands up and down Mel’s lithe torso. A tiny, tiny voice way back in his brain cried, “What are you doing? Stop!” But there was no way he could stop. Guy was driven by a powerful, all-consuming instinct. His logical, empathetic mind had shut down.
Some part of Guy noticed that Mel was reciprocating his passion. His angel whimpered and wrapped his arms around his neck, pushing his tongue against Guy’s with wild abandon. The younger man’s legs wrapped tightly around Guy’s torso, thrusting his leaking erection against Guy’s stomach. He let out another groan of desire as Mel rocked against him. His angel’s whimpers were high-pitched and desperate.
His hands slipped behind to grab Mel’s ass. He squeezed the firm globes as he pulled him even closer. He couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get close enough. Without breaking the kiss, which was so rough it was more ravishment than kiss, he grabbed Mel’s T-shirt with both hands and pulled. It resisted for a brief second and then shredded apart.
Skin! Bare skin! The scent was overwhelming. He was just about to sink his teeth into Mel’s pale exposed shoulder when he caught sight of his angel’s face.
The young man’s expression was one of shock and fear.
Guy froze.
What the hell am I doing?
The tiny voice in the back of his mind was much louder now. Then he caught the scent of fear mixed in with Mel’s pheromones. I’m scaring the crap out of the poor kid!
That realization was like a cold slap in the face. Shame washed over him, so strong it made his stomach cramp. He disengaged, slowly lowering Mel to the floor. Stepping back he drew a deep, shuddering breath and then turned and fled down the hall.

Author Bio
Jay Vaughn lives in sunny Seattle, a clean, progressive city that is way too expensive for a writer’s income. Therefore, Jay holds down a full-time, computer-industry day job, but writing is her passion. It’s a hobby-gone-wild, so much so that her teenage kids accuse her of being an addict.
Jay carries her laptop everywhere and can often be seen combining other favorite activities with writing. For example, you can find Jay sitting at a small table in the back of the gay bar around the corner from her house, drinking wine and writing. Or waking up early while camping, dragging out the laptop, and writing. Or writing in the truck on the way to and from concerts, ski-trips, visits to relatives … wherever.
Jay’s favorite genres are sci-fi, fantasy, and M/M erotic romance. She discovered M/M quite by accident when she was writing a traditional fantasy novel, and one of her characters ended up in an all-male prison for a bit too long. Whoops!
Find out what Jay is working on next at http://www.authorjvaughn.com or drop her a line at jayvaughn@live.com. She’d love to hear from you.

Buy Links
Divergent Publishing

11 thoughts on “Jay Vaughn takes over the blog today

  1. Carrier_Violet says:

    Love that scene in the book. Yummy! Keep up the good work with the touring and stuff. LOL


    Liked by 1 person

  2. Denise Dechene says:

    New author for me. Thanks for the interview and introduction. Sounds great. Now just have to get a second job to feed the great books I want to buy…LOL

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Alice says:

    This looks so good!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Alice says:

    Abe’s sister is Kate.


    Liked by 1 person

  5. Sounds like an awesome book! Would love to read. Your writing habits sound like my reading habits! Thank you.



  6. Sharon Cox says:

    This looks good and I love the front cover.


  7. amber says:

    I love this story u have stuck with it from the beginning , it was a long journey but it was so worth it.
    Amber c


  8. JayVaughn says:

    I did a random drawing (Random.org) and pulled number 5, which is Amber. (Alice has already won a copy with her correct answer to my trivia, a couple of people commented twice and I don’t count myself — so #5 is Amber.) Unfortunately she forgot to leave her email address. Amber, please contact me at jayvaughn@live.com and I’ll get you your copy of The Valjevo Encounter.
    Thanks for commenting. –Jay


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