Here's Vicktor!!! take two.....*ducks head*

Okay, so obviously I suck at trying to schedule posts...this was supposed to go up this mornign, but don't be mad at Vicktor, please! I am an admitted technoidiot and i thought i had it right...Unfortunately i could never get the gorgeous cover pic to come up right, but you can find it on his Facebook page:  https://www.facebook.com/vicktoralexanderb?fref=ts

But here he is folks!

From Harlem to Goochland to Gainesville: The Travels of Ronny, Cole and Benjamin

Hiya everyone! –waves frantically-

So it's Day Four of my "In The Beginning" blog tour and I am very happy to be here on TN's blog. Thanks for having me!

When I started writing The Beginning I knew that Ronny, Cole and their friend Benjamin lived in New York at the beginning of the book. I also knew that Ronny lived in Harlem. I’d visited Harlem a few years back and spent a few days there with my grandfather, my bio mother’s father, so I remembered the neighborhoods, the smells, the sights and sounds. I could remember the “projects” and knew the exact building that Ronny would live in. It was the one that my grandfather would live in. When I started writing Ronny Parker I thought of my grandfather and his neighborhood. I thought of the teenagers and the young people who loitered around outside in front of his building, it was these people who formed the basis for Shad, Ronny’s cousin, and his “crew”. Harlem is full of culture and history. Riots and racism, so is it any wonder that Ronny, a young, black, gay man is listless and uncertain of his future as a barista at Starbucks?

When Ronny meets his mate, Cole Tronk and they, along with their friend Benjamin, have to run for their lives I had to figure out where they would escape to. I researched small towns on the east coast and came across Goochland in Virginia. It was a funny name and instantly made me laugh when I heard it but when I found out that one of my favorite actors, Carl Gordon, from the television series, Roc, was from the city Goochland well that was what made up my mind for me. How could I not have Ronny, Cole and Benjamin wind up in the small town that was not too far from Richmond?

When the trio arrives in Goochland they meet up with Shifters on the Run and end up finding out that much of what they’ve been told about shifters is wrong or only a half-truth and it changes their world. They know then that they have to act. And act they do. But Cole realizes that even though he is the shifter, the “alpha” in his relationship, he isn’t the one who has been chosen to essentially change the world. It is his mate, his human mate, Ronny, the “Son of Adam” who has been chosen by the Supreme Being to help change the world, especially now that his own actions, that of claiming Ronny and shifting in front of other humans, has caused the truth of shifters to become public knowledge.

This causes all shifters to become hunted and Cole, Benjamin, Ronny and their new pack end up having to leave Goochland and they go on the run again. I knew that I eventually wanted them to end up in Gainesville, Florida. College Town, USA. This isn’t just because I live in Florida myself, and live two hours away from Florida, but because it opened the door for the rest of the series. Who best to be the mates for the rest of the shifters in this series than a bunch of college students from Florida?

Enjoy this excerpt from the first time that Ronny and Cole meet and in the comments below tell me what you would do if you found out that someone you knew was really a shifter.

Blurb:

Ronny Parker has always been aware that there was more to life outside of his Harlem apartment. When he goes to work one morning at Starbucks, he finds himself coming face to face with a reality that he was not prepared for. He finds himself the eyewitness to a fight between two shifters, a wolf and a lion, one of which bites Ronny and calls him “mate.” When Ronny wakes up the next morning, he finds himself thrust into a world neither his family, nor his teachers, ever taught him about and he does the only thing he can do. He starts to investigate.

Cole Tronk has been taught from an early age that he is never to mate a human, never reveal his true nature to a human, and that he cannot be gay. But when he gets into a fight with his oldest friend outside of a Starbucks and finds himself smelling the most intoxicating scent ever, he throws all of those rules out of the window. Before long, Cole and his mate, Ronny, are on the run from the governing body of the paranormals, humans who have now discovered that paranormals, magicks, and supernaturals exist, and someone from Ronny’s past who is determined to kill them both.

Along the way, Cole and Ronny meet up with a group of paranormals, magicks, and supernaturals who are also gay, and who are researching the true history of the world and creation. What they find will not only change their lives, but the entire world and the future. Will Ronny and Cole’s mating survive all of these obstacles? When a millennia-old lie comes back to bite them in the ass, will Ronny and Cole be able to deal with the consequences?

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The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and curses reached his ears and it didn’t sound as if there were people having sex. It sounded like a fight. Groaning, Ronny raced forward. He was only five feet and eleven inches tall, built like a swimmer to boot, but he’d found that being black would sometimes chase away troublemakers, regardless of his slim build. Coming to a stop, Ronny’s mouth dropped open. His coworker, Benjamin, was fighting another man, but that wasn’t what shocked Ronny. It was the fact that Benjamin’s hands looked like wolf paws and the man he was fighting had hands like a lion. Ronny gasped when both men shifted into animals, backing up until he bumped into the wall behind him. His gasp alerted them to his presence and he watched with wide eyes as they approached him slowly.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Ronny chanted. “This is how I’m going to die.”

The lion shifted then, back into the form of a man. The lion man walked over towards Ronny and sniffed the air around him. Ronny trembled and began praying internally. This was not how he wanted to die. Not how he planned to be remembered. Killed by a freaky lion shifter person.

“Mmmm,” the lion man hummed. “Mate.”

Ronny’s eyes widened. He’d read enough romance novels to know what that word meant and he also knew that there was never a black man or woman involved in something like that. Mates seemed to be only for other races, so there was no way that he could be somebody’s mate.

“M-mate?” he stammered. “No. You’ve got it all wrong.”

The lion man shook his head. “There is no mistake. You are my mate. I am your destiny. My name is Cole Tronk,” the lion said.

Ronny stared at him in amazement. Cole stood at least six-foot-four and he was all thick muscles, skin that was a beautiful golden tan color, brown hair with gold highlights, and eyes so dark brown they almost looked black. As Ronny’s gaze traveled over the expanse of skin, he felt his own skin grow tight and hot as he took in Cole’s naked form and the thick, long cock hanging between his thighs. Ronny’s body responded to the man’s nudity, his own dick growing firm behind his zipper and his anus clenching as if preparing itself to be speared by Cole’s thick member. Cole’s jaw was square and firm, his lips full, and his nose slim, which twitched as Cole inhaled deeply. He grinned at Ronny and stepped closer.

“I can smell your lust for me, mate.” Cole’s voice was deep and smooth like whiskey. The sound of it flowed over Ronny’s body, tightening it further and making him moan softly.

“I-I’m not your m-mate,” Ronny stammered. “I’m black and human.”

Cole let out a bark of laughter before leaning forward to sniff at the column of Ronny’s neck. He let out a low growl before licking the skin there. Ronny shivered so hard he thought he would fly apart as the front of his pants grew wet with his pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered and clenched his fists against the wall.

Something inside of him wanted to reach out to Cole. He wanted to bring the other man against his body, preferably with both of them naked. He wanted to feel Cole thrusting inside of him. He ached deep inside for… something. He didn’t know what, but he knew that it was somehow the most important thing ever. He noticed that his breath and Cole’s seemed to be in sync and he watched, amazed that whenever he breathed out, Cole inhaled and vice versa. It was as if they were each other’s air.

Riiight, he mentally scoffed. I am not some fucking twink in a romance novel.

Giving himself a mental shake, Ronny raised his hands to push Cole away, who seemed to have gotten so much closer to him in the few seconds it took for Ronny to think. His hands landed on firm pecs and, though he’d told himself that he was pushing the other man away, he found himself squeezing the flesh instead, his palms grazed by the puckered nipples on Cole’s chest.

“Shit,” Cole growled.

It was Ronny’s only warning before sharp pain pierced the join of his neck and left shoulder as Cole, the lion man, buried his fangs into Ronny’s skin. Ronny let out a loud yell, that quickly turned into a moan as the pain became pleasure. Sweet, overwhelming, delicious pleasure. The kind that had him humping Cole’s thigh where it rested between his own legs. It was a pleasure so amazing that it took him a moment to realize that not only had he just cum in his work pants, effectively ruining them, but that he’d just let some fucking lion man bite him.

He told himself that he was going to push Cole away, but his hands seemed to not be listening to him and instead they rose to wrap around Cole’s neck as the other man groaned and drank Ronny’s blood. After a moment, when Ronny was starting to feel just slightly weak, Cole let go of his neck and licked the wounds. He kissed the skin there and began to purr. At first, it freaked Ronny out, but, after a moment, he found himself more turned on by the purring than he’d been by the bite to his neck.

The bite to his—hold the hell on!

Ronny shoved Cole away from him. Jabbing a finger into Cole’s chest, he glared and let out his own growl. “You fucking bit me, you psycho!”

Cole smirked. “You loved it,” he pointed out, crossing his massive arms across his broad chest.

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