A.E. Via has been a best-selling author in the beautiful gay romance genre for four years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of gay lit for over fifteen years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple great new up and coming MM authors.
A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to me. Writing.
A.E.’s writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
Now that she’s gotten over her 10 books-published-hump, she’s kind of known now for her hardcore, play rough and love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, I do like to push myself to step out of my comfort zone, exploring with different tropes, but I won’t push myself into a whole other genre. I’m head over heels for gay romance and I have tons of more hot stories to tell.
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How has your writing evolved since your first book?
I certainly pray my writing has evolved. I like to think it’s grown exponentially. I still cringe a bit when I glance through Blue Moon Too Good to Be True – which was my debut book in 2013. I put everything that I loved about the MM genre into that book. So many tropes. I feel my writing as surely gotten a lot more refined. I realized that I didn’t have to include everything that I love about MM romance into one title. The more I write the more I learn. I am one of those authors that read all reviews and take them to heart. Listening to my readers has made me the author I am right now and the author I’ll become.
Have you ever written a scene where it has reduced you to tears?
Oh yes, I have. It was only once, but it was some real waterworks going on. I have a standalone entitled Defined by Deceit. It’s a story about a gross injustice on a man that had his whole life ahead of him. A man that was not only falsely accused of raping his boyfriend but wrongfully convicted. It’s a story of immense trials and tribulations. The scene he has in prison (not being raped), was heart-wrenching. The scene where he goes to a small town to try to start over – but his demons follow him – as he tries to stomach the disgusted stares and whispers, still tears me up. If you try this one, have some tissue handy. But, know it ends very happily ever after. Trust me, he earned it.
(FYI. There are no actual rape scenes in this title)
Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than any others? Love? Action? Romance? Tragedy?
You might not know it, but I feel action is my most difficult scenes to write. It takes the longest and the most revisions. Writing a climatic, balls-to-the-wall, guns-blazing scene that a reader can clearly see in their mind and enjoy, is not as easy at you think. Watching an action scene on television can be thrilling, even put you on the edge of your seat, I strive to do that with each action scene I write. The tediousness of tweaking those scenes, in my opinion, is harder than writing love scenes and making them different every time.
What do you love most about the writing process?
I hate to sound like every other author, but I to, love where the story transports me. I can sit and write for hours without stopping even for a glass of water if the story is really flowing. It feels great to get lost someplace else. To leave your own existence and live in another’s.
5 Things people wouldn’t know about A.E. Via.
Hmm. I’m not the most exciting person in the world. I’m a writer. My perfect day, is waking up to no noise and not backaches. Having an extremely light breakfast and sitting at my desk undisturbed for ten plus hours. I know right… good times. LOL. But, I’ll do my best to give you something interesting.
- I am addicted to Golden Girls. I have to watch the show every day. I don’t watch the news, local or world. I prefer laughter and happiness when I look at the tube. I have it on in my office most of the day and evening – on mute, to keep the silence; but I know most every word anyway – because I have just about all episodes on demand and can watch at my whim.
- I met my husband in a club I was dragged to, because I’m not a huge partier, even back then. He was supposed to be a one-night-stand, but he never left. We started living together a week after we met and have been together/married for the last 12 years. I said this because, the way he and I met, makes me a hopeless romantic and a better romance writer. Our story makes me believe in love at first sight.
- Writing MM Romance has enriched my life. This may seem a sad admission but it’s not. Before I started writing, at age 34, I didn’t have one single friend. I have family… three sisters that I’m very close to, but zero bffs. At that point, I’d been reading MM romance for ten years and I didn’t have a sole I could share that passion with, until I put pen to paper to place my kiss on the genre. After being published and attending my first author conference (GRL Chicago), I was eagerly accepted into a beautiful world of friendships and an even bigger family that I adore. So, writing not only gave me purpose, but it gave me friends… real friends.
- My home is my pride and joy. (Wow, I guess it should be my kids…anywho’. Forgive me but I have millennials). Like I was saying, I love taking on projects in my home when I’m on a very brief break in between titles. Anything from redecorating a room to working in my garden. I’m a real homebody, I work from home, it’s my office, so I like to change it up often. I need it to look nice, and feel relaxed.
- I figured I’d leave you with a quirky fact you may not know. I used to be a school bus driver in college, but over the last few years I’ve developed a driving anxiety. I CAN’T drive over any bridges or big over passes. Virginia Beach is a big city, I can maneuver close to my home, but my husband drives me around mostly. Or I’ll Uber. I can’t drive in areas I’m completely unfamiliar with. Meaning, I can’t drive out of town. I may be one of the few individuals in the country that would take a flight just to get to the next state over.
A few words about your book
I’m so glad I finally got up the nerve to step outside of what I know and try something different. I have always loved reading paranormal stories, envying those writers that mastered worldbuilding. I knew I wanted to do a shifter novel, but I wanted to incorporate my love of vampire paranormal in there too. I’ve had my wickedly charming, vampire, and my amazingly powerful alpha in my head for quite a while, and I continuously ignored them until I couldn’t any longer. Wick – Vampire King – is almost two hundred years old. Not much surprises him, so the idea of change is not as terrifying to him as it is to his true mate, the alpha. Justice is the most powerful shifter and leader of the alphas. His primary focus is his packs and keeping them protected… even if it means losing his mate. Justice is stubborn and strong-willed, determined. His dominating presence and no-nonsense demeanor contrast perfectly with the vampire’s
However, I didn’t want it to be a common story, which is why I wanted the species mingling and the true mates aspect included. It’s a story about overcoming the fear of change and a story of brotherhood. I wouldn’t be true to myself if I didn’t throw in lots of hot alpha action, and a twist you’d never see coming.
I hope everyone enjoys it.
An Enemies to Lovers
Shifter, Vampire True Mates story.
Justice Volkov is the youngest Alpha Zenith to ever lead the wolf shifters. Following in his father’s large paw prints was a responsibility he met head on. Now at age thirty-three, he is alpha of the alphas. As a direct descendant of the original Siberian pack, his wolf is bigger and stronger than Justice, himself is sometimes able to control.
His wolf howled long and hard but Justice kept it inside. It felt like a bass drum beating against his rib cage. The harsh breaths, angry snarls and the determined pacing inside him was overtaking him.
Justice takes his role of leadership and his legacy very seriously. He has little time for romance, not to mention a true mate. His packs are his priority. With a human government trying to regulate them, an uprising of rogue shifters, and a violent team of scientists trying to experiment on them, Justice has his hands way too full.
Chadwick ‘Wick’ Bentley is not enthusiastic when the captain of his escort tells him he has to leave his comfortable London home and go back to the States. As the Vampire King, he has no choice but to get his species back in line before they cause anymore chaos. At over one-hundred years old, Wick is no one to trifle with, but his smooth, charismatic manner makes him quite unique, despite the negative reputation vampires have. Wick has had nothing but time up to this point. He doesn’t feel the need to make issues pressing. Nothing is urgent in his life. Until he meets Justice. His beloved.
“Natural enemies can’t be mates.” Or so Justice thought. He knows his skepticism and rejection is hurting his mate, so while he fights their connection, Wick gets help from a source very close to Justice to help him win his beloved’s heart. Wick is a force all on his own, but when he’s blessed with a special gift from the Mother herself, not even Justice’s powerful wolf can prevent the prophesy from being fulfilled.
This story DOES NOT contain/mention MPREG.
No multiple pairings. No cliffhangers. It ends with a very HFN.
“You know who I am? Don’t you.” Wick asked, still using their link, since the one other person in the room with the AZ looked like he had no idea what was going on.
Justice wasn’t responding, only staring back at him in shock, but mostly dismay. When he finally did speak, his voice was a rumbling whisper, a prayer. “You can’t be my… my mate.”
He looked repulsed and Wick felt his insides burn and something mewl deep inside him. A sense of rejection washed over him and Wick struggled to keep his face neutral, to not show his initial hurt. But he must not have done a good enough job because his captain gripped his elbow and began to pull Wick behind him.
A fierce growl tore through the large room and was probably heard throughout the building and beyond. The Alpha Zenith moved faster than Wick realized shifters could and was on his captain, slamming him into the wall by his throat so aggressively the drywall and plaster exploded behind him and fell down around the vampire’s dangling feet. Wick’s captain hissed and gasped but nothing he did could free him from the large shifter’s grip. In one quick, effortless jerk, the big Alpha could snap his captain’s neck.
“Do not touch him. Mine! I can see your corrupted soul.” Justice’s eyes shifted to an astonishing ice blue as he barked angrily at the limp vampire, his wolf making a terrifying appearance. His long canines extended past his full bottom lip, making his voice sound like an out of tune Harley.
“Justice! What are you doing? Let him go!” His beta tried to get through to Justice, but he acted like he couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t even see his brother.
Wick used his flash speed and was at Justice’s side in a second. “Let my captain go. He was only trying to protect me. He doesn’t know.” Wick kept his voice low and easy. He wanted to touch Justice so badly but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be appreciated. Wick couldn’t be happy at Justice’s words, his reaction at another touching him. It was his animal’s instincts. Nothing more. The Alpha’s wolf called Wick his. But Justice – the man – did not. The man looked appalled that fate had dealt him such a shitty hand. It’d been written all over Justice’s ruggedly gorgeous face.
Wick watched Justice drop his captain like a pile of rubbish and step back, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “Damnit,” Justice spat. “I don’t know you. But I’m sorry, okay. I had no right. Shit. I don’t know why… I mean, I—”
“Justice we need to go.” The large beta wolf was still trying to hustle Justice away. Away from Wick. He couldn’t let him go until he heard the words. Until Justice said it.
“I’m Aleksei Volkov, Justice’s brother and first beta. He’s obviously not himself tonight. We’ll have to reschedule the meeting.”
Wick appreciated the considerate beta trying to be diplomatic and all, but this had nothing to do with any other shifters or vampires… only the two of them. Wick needed five minutes alone. To say goodbye. Inside he cringed at the crushing sadness. Justice made a noise Wick couldn’t decipher, but something down in Wick understood the wolf in Justice was angry… and hurting. That wouldn’t do.
“Can I speak with you privately for a few minutes?” Wick looked dead at Justice when he asked his question, but the brother stepped in front and answered for him. Which may be the norm in their pack, but Wick didn’t appreciate the interference, and apparently neither did his beast. Wick’s vision flashed and he saw the colors change right before his eyes. Vibrant colors went from radiant to dull and dim. Wick blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his sight. His chest vibrated and rumbled, making him feel off balance, like he was trying to comfort two wounded souls instead of one. When he opened his eyes, he gasped at how close Justice was to him. Right on top of him. Looking long and hard into his eyes now. Justice wasn’t looking through his human eyes but through his wolf’s. He was so close. Nothing else in the room mattered. Wick placed one shaking hand on Justice’s hot chest and a jolt of power shot up his arm and straight to his heart. Justice was so warm and full of life and Wick feared he’d never know how deep the warmth went.
“What are you?” Justice rumbled sexily. Large drops of sweat rained down his temples, slicking down the fine hairs around his face. He’d been working so hard to deny what was happening between them, the man was now a big, sweaty mess but damn, did he still smell appetizing.
Wick wanted to wrap himself in that dominating tone. Plunge his face in the dark hairs peeking out from the flannel shirt and rub his smooth face against the coarseness. He needed to bathe in Justice’s scent and mark himself with it. Wick didn’t know why, but it felt like that would soothe the beast within. Wick was more certain now than ever that he had something living inside him and the AZ could somehow communicate with it. Only one other person knew of Wick’s secret and he was still thousands of miles across the ocean.
“Erman, wait outside,” Wick told his captain. He looked to be fully recovered from Justice’s brief assault but it didn’t stop him from glaring daggers at the AZ and his beta. “Now.”
Justice turned to his brother, who was kicking some of the drywall out of the way. “Wait out front, Alek, please. Don’t let those police in here, either. Tell them we’ll pay for any damage.”
They both waited for the seconds it took his captain and Justice’s brother to leave before turning back to each other.
“You don’t want me.” Wick cut right to the point. He was never coy, always so assured and take-charge, but at the moment he could barely get those words out. Just the thought of walking away right now….
Where to find A.E. Via
Author Official Website: http://authoraevia.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-E.-Via/e/B00GMNMS4U
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