AUTHOR INTERVIEW, EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY with T.S. McKinney of 'Touchdown'
Kimmers Erotic Book Banter is lucky enough to have T.S. McKinney stop by today to chat with us, hot on the heels of her recent steamy M/M release, Touchdown. Not only that but she is giving us a titillating exclusive excerpt.
So pull up a chair and grab your coffee or wine cause you’re not gonna want to miss this!
Hey, T.S. Thank you so much for stopping by. It’s so exciting to have you here with all of the buzz about Touchdown right now. I mean full five star rating on Amazon with accolades such as ‘touchdown indeed, super sexy and sassy’ and everyone is talking about how hot the sex is. *giggles*
As she gets comfortable, “I’m happy you invited me Kimmers. It’s so exciting to see readers enjoying my sexy boys.”
I know you’re very busy so I will try not to keep you too long. I always try to make my first few questions a little fun to put you at ease and so you don’t feel like you’re in the hot seat. *winks* So, shall we get started?
“Shoot!”
Would your idea of a good evening be time spent with Netflix or at a party?
“Netflix or a party at my house. I always feel more comfy at home.”
O.K., so what is your favorite movie then?
Immediately, “Hocus Pocus.”
Oh. My. God. I love that movie! Main event in our house for years when the girls were young. Even now that they are grown we still manage to watch it each season. So do you have a favorite time of day/day of week/month of year?
*smiling* “Absolutely! Fall is my very favorite! College football season and Halloween. I’m a crazy Halloween fanatic. I may be a witch. I wish I were a witch.”
*laughing out loud* Oh, I think there are many times several of us wish we were a witch. I’m beginning to think were kindred spirits, T.S.: Parties at our house, fall, Halloween; we need to chat. *grins* In all seriousness we need to get to the goods. Where do you write?
“Oh, let’s do chat Kimmers! Well, I normally write at the kitchen table. Not the cute little writing nook I made my husband build up for me. Or at the day job when one of my many bosses aren’t walking in and disturbing me by asking me to do my day job. They can be so ridiculous sometimes. Demanding I work just because they give me a paycheck!” *giggling*
I know right? What’s up with that? While we are on the process of writing, do you have any rituals when you write? Such as a certain snack, drink, time of day you write, etc.?
“You know, I don’t but I probably need to! I played basketball in my younger days and I always had a ritual for just about every f-ing thing I did. Toe across the line and three bounces of the basketball before shooting a free throw. Vegetable soup and a Nestle Choco’lite bar before each game. I hated both of those things but one didn’t mess with game day rituals. Pig-tail braids; I looked like a total idiot. Yes, I think I need to come up with some writing rituals!! Porn and rainbow chip icing before writing!”
*both of us laughing*
Speaking of porn! *snort* I don’t think I’ve met an erotica author yet who doesn’t research, so would you like to share your favorite research star?
*rubbing hands together* “Ahhhh, research. One of my most favorite things in the world! I don’t think I have a favorite research star. I like to keep all my options open as I scan through the research videos but I do find myself drawn toward blond hair and a lean build. When I get some of that, I can research for hours!” God, I know what you mean. Time. Suck! No pun intended. *laughing* O.K. moving on. Let’s talk about Touchdown. Tell us a bit about it.
“I’m so glad you asked. Touchdown is a romance between Alexander, the football star who is a Senior in college and yet to make one life decision based on his own happiness, and Lincoln, the BDSM club owner and Dom who trusts very few people and never really saw himself getting serious about another man, much less a liar like Alexander. When Alexander’s bestie, Tank Matherly, convinces him to make an appearance at the new BDSM club in town, Alexander’s life suddenly gets turned upside down and inside out. Alexander is straight. Lincoln is the opposite of straight. For the first time in his life, Alexander is faced with a desire so incredibly strong that he finds himself tempted unable to do the right thing; otherwise known as the Bryant thing. Alexander has demons to overcome if there is going to be any chance at all for him and Lincoln to find happiness. Lincoln has some hidden demons that cause him to behave in some very questionable ways. The BDSM is not hardcore, more playful as Alexander tries to enjoy all his new feelings.”
I can see why everyone is excited! So it seems sports play a big theme in your M/M writing. Is there something in particular that lead you to write a book like Touchdown? *looks wistful with a little flirt in her eyes* “Well, I married my high school sweetheart. Since the hubby was a football player, and looked smoking hot in his uniform, I’ve always had football fantasies floating around in my head. Last season, I found myself betraying my beloved Alabama Crimson Tide because my most favorite player was on the Stanford team. He is gorgeous! He is also responsible for my little football fantasy, Touchdown.”
Oh, scandalous! And one more thing we have in common. My hubs played football as well. I guess it is probably time to start wrapping this up. One more question about the writing process and Touchdown and we’ll close out with your passions and what’s coming up if that is okay. *smiles* “Absolutely!”
We as readers always hear that characters talk to authors. Did Alex and Lincoln talk to you and if so how well did that go? *rolls eyes* “Oh Yes, they talked to me, mostly at night when I should have been sleeping. It was always Alexander trying to keep me awake when I should have been getting beauty sleep, which I need badly. ‘Am I gay? I don’t think I’m gay. I’ve never been attracted to a guy before in my life. I doubt I’m gay. Does Lincoln like me? Did he say anything about me? I’m gay’”
Well, you have set him straight, or not. *laughing* As we wind down are there any causes within the LGBTQ community that are a hot button for you or that you are passionate about?
“All of them! I was raised in a very conservative environment that I simply just accepted without question. Did I ever bully a person because of their sexual preference? I hope to hell not. Did I do anything to make the world a better place? No, I doubt I ever did. I’m ashamed of myself for my lack of…well, anything. It makes me both angry and sad that we live in a world where a person might have to be afraid to hold the hand of the person they love while out in public.”
I know what you mean, T.S. When my friend expresses fears I can’t even begin to imagine it makes me so sad. But I can be an ally and show my support!
“You got that right!”
Before we go, what other projects are you currently working on that you would like to divulge to us?
“My next book is Gasping for Air and it is about a football player and a swimmer. I became an expert on swimming after watching the Olympics. Okay, that is stretching it. I became an expert on how hot they look in their swimmies after the Olympics. Seriously, this is Trystan’s, Tank, story. Trystan is funny, full of himself, and finding himself knocked back on his heels because for the first time in his life, someone is not willing to tumble into his bed just because he looks in their direction. Dakota, a swimmer, is wounded and I love him.” Oh, I think we aaaaallllll became experts on swimmers during the Olympics. *laughing* Again, thank you so much for being here T.S. It was a pleasure getting to know you and get the inner workings of Touchdown. I’m certain after this, and the excerpt you left, our readers will be running to gobble it up.
“I just hope they enjoy it Kimmers. It was so fun being here and I have left a little giveaway for one of your lucky readers.”
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Alexander
I lay there, or at least I think I’m lying down on some sort of soft surface. Soft and cozy. Smells nice. Yeah, it feels like a mattress, but it also feels like I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. I can hear things, some soft music playing, but it sounds like everything is so far away. I’m toasty warm. Even in my sluggish mind I know I’ve never felt this relaxed in my entire life. I can’t explain it – other than I never want the feeling to go away.
I should probably open my eyes and try to at least wake up, but it feels so damned good that I keep them clenched tightly together. There’s a nagging twitch in the back of my mind, telling me something isn’t quite right and I should be concerned, very concerned, but I don’t want to listen. I try to shut out my mind and focus only on what my body is saying.
I want to relax and enjoy whatever the hell this is. I don’t use drugs, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to start if this is the result of pill popping. Did I drink too much? Nope; if I had, I’d be feeling more like a rattlesnake being poked instead of a cuddly slug cocooned someplace…that smelled so damned nice. What the hell was that scent? I liked it. I’m pretty sure if I was able, it would turn me on. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might not have the energy to even get it up…and it feels so good that I don’t even care.
What had I been doing? Where was I? What had happened and how could I make it happen again?
“Alexander.” A husky voice invaded my state of peace and relaxation.
I peeked an eye open and immediately wished I hadn’t. Fuck. Fuck. Double fuck. What the double fuck? I tried to scramble away from the man looming over me but my limbs felt like fucking jelly that had been left out in the sun. My arms wouldn’t work. My fucking legs wouldn’t work. The only thing that was fucking working was the voice inside my head screaming for me to run for my fucking life. Well, shit. I’m naked. Yep, naked and apparently I’m in another man’s bed. I don’t belong in the beds of other men. Nope, not me. Especially not the bed of Lincoln Montgomery, spanker of bare asses.
“Calm down, Alexander,” Lincoln said in that deep, sexier than sexy voice. “You’re going to feel weak after our scene. It’s natural so don’t be alarmed. Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned away to reach for something. Before I could even consider trying to at least slide across the bed and belly crawl for the window so I could jump to my death, he was back around and offering me a bottle of water. No way was I drinking that shit. I’m sure it’s drugged; just like whatever I drank last night had to have been drugged. That’s why I was feeling so weak. And fucking wonderful.
Oh, shit. The scene! I had actually let another man spank me with a crop. In front of a crowd. Practically naked. I’m pretty sure I begged for it. I eyed the window again, calculating if I could make it before Lincoln grabbed me and hauled me back to his bed. Sure, I’d die naked and humiliate my parents and grandparents, but that would have to be their fucking problem. For the first time in my life, they would just have to deal with me breaking the rules. Technically, I suppose, I wasn’t breaking them. Mother just always said to have clean underwear on in case you are in an accident. I suppose in her mind no underwear would surely beat dirty underwear.
“Stop acting like a child, Alexander. We’re on the tenth floor. You would splatter,” Lincoln scolded. “Now drink your water. After an especially intense scene, you need plenty of rest and fluids. You’ve gotten the rest, so let’s drink our water, shall we?”
Apparently he could read my mind. Perfect.
“I don’t want your water, Lincoln. You’re probably just trying to drug me again,” I spat. Hell, I knew he hadn’t drugged me, but it sounded a hell of a lot better than I was stone-cold sober when I stripped in front of strangers and let a grown-ass man spank me. Oh wait, I’m also naked in his comfy bed. We probably fucked, too.
It gets better and better.
I wiggle a bit to see if I’m sore in places I shouldn’t be sore. Yep, I sure the fuck am. Of course that could very well be from the spanking I received, but, then again, it could be from something much worse. Shit, did I let this man fuck me? Double shit, why does the thought of that not piss me off like it should?
“Are you implying I’ve drugged you, Alexander?” Lincoln asked as he opened the bottle of water. I opened my mouth to tell him I damned straight thought he drugged me, but before I could get it out, he had scooped up my head and forced the bottle against my lips. “Drink,” he ordered.
So I drank it.
“Very good,” he praised and I glowed like a fucking moron. Why the hell would I care if he was happy or not? I should be feeling the opposite. Actually, I should probably punch him the face – if only my damned arms didn’t feel like a ton of lead. Since an angry glare was the only weapon I possessed at the moment, I glared. And glared. And glared.
He laughed – the motherfucker.
“You’ve got a pretty pout, Alexander. I’m sure you use it to get your way on most occasions, but it won’t work with me so put it away. Don’t waste your time and mine.”
His voice sounded like a growl. A very sexy, very arousing growl. Something inside of me wanted to purr. I settled for, “Fuck off, Lincoln.”
“Do you remember what happened earlier?” He pulled a chair right up against the bed and leaned closer to me than I felt comfortable with. No, scratch that. He leaned closer than I wanted to feel comfortable with. As it turns out, what I think I want and what my body wants might be two different things, as in on opposite ends of the chart. My head is screaming “no” but my body is dying to get closer to him. As my nostrils flare, I realize the scent that has been driving me crazy with lust is none other than Lincoln Montgomery. Could it get any worse?
“I’m straight,” I blurted out, trying to convince myself more than Lincoln. “Not gay.” Yeah, clarify it like he didn’t have a clue what straight meant. I’m a fucking idiot.
He smiled. It was one of those indulgent smiles that parents give children when they say or do something ridiculous. “Yes, thank you for telling me, Alexander. Again.”
Oh yeah, I had already told him that. Shit.
“Don’t worry. Straight men end up on the other end of my crop and then naked in my bed all the time.” Another indulgent smile. “It happens alllll the time.” He mocked.
“Did we?” I asked. I had to know. Shit, I didn’t want to know.
“Did we what?” Lincoln asked with a smirk. He knew damned well what I wanted to know. “Did we fuck?” I hissed, furious he made me say it and even more furious at the blush creeping across my body.
Lincoln remained perfectly quiet and I knew the delay was only meant to make me suffer as long as humanly possible. His eyes, a deep midnight blue, twinkled with merriment at my expense. I wasn’t sure of a hell of a lot of things at the moment, but I was one hundred percent certain that if Lincoln had fucked me, I enjoyed it. There was an aura of arrogance that he wore like a second skin – not the stupid kind of arrogance, but the kind that one got from being told how incredibly awesome they were. At fucking. He was probably awesome at fucking.
Finally, he said, “Trust me, Alexander; you would know it if I’d fucked you.” He leaned closer to me. “Every inch of you, inside and out, would know you’d been properly fucked.” His hot breath tickled my cheek as he spoke the words…the words that tickled me somewhere else. Fuck. How horrifying would it be if my cock got hard right about now? Pretty fucking horrifying.
“Plus, you’re straight, remember?”
Title: Touchdown
Series: Gameday Book 1
Author: T.S. McKinney
Published: September 8, 2016
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Genre: Erotic Romance; Contemporary Romance
Length: 217 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M
BLURB: Alexander Bryant has lived his entire life making everyone else happy. After meeting Lincoln, will he have the courage to finally do what makes him happy?
Alexander – I like to consider myself a rebel – an ass-kicker that takes what he wants regardless of what others think. I make my own path and flip off the people who don’t agree. I laugh in the face of conflict. Nobody tells me what to do.
In reality, everything about me is a lie – past, present, and future. The Bryant family name requires certain things and all my decisions are based on those requirements. I like football, but the family name demands I love it. I want to be an artist, but the family name demands I be a lawyer. The family demands I fall in love with a nice girl, but I’m falling for, well, the opposite of nice AND girl. I’m a coward and a liar.
Lincoln – I like to imagine myself a loner – a cold heartless bastard that takes what he wants. I lived the biggest part of my life with parents that were ashamed of me for more reasons that one could begin to count, so I trust no one. I have a low tolerance for bullshit and hate liars. So why did I go and fall in love with the biggest liar of them all?
T.S. McKinney
TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs and cats she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books. Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with her family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow her to redecorate their houses…and listen to her naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.
