Author on the Couch: Trevann Rogers
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Me:Tell me about an experience that had a profound impact on your life.
Trevann: I went to my first concert in my late 20’s. I know it may sound sort of silly, but it was the most amazing experience of my life. It was as if the world stopped for 120 minutes. The music reverberated throughout my body. The lyrics, well, they moved me like nothing else ever had. Musical poetry. I was captivated. Since that night, music has held a special place in my heart. I’ve made life-long friends because of it. I found my partner through it. And now, I write about it.
Me: What personality trait of yours helps you most as an author?
Trevann: I’m a day dreamer. I “see” stories in my head the way most folks watch movies. Sometimes, in the middle of writing, I lay down on the bed or the couch and close my eyes, to imagine what comes next.
Me: What personality trait of yours hinders you most as an author?
Trevann: I am a perfectionist—big crime for a writer. We’re supposed to let the words just flow. Nope, can’t do it. I’m compelled to wait for the right words before anything goes on the screen/paper.I’m compelled to wait for the right words before anything goes on the screen/paper. @trevannrogers #AmWriting #AuthorontheCouch Click To Tweet
Me: What was your high point as a writer—a time when you were happiest, on cloud nine, flying high? What happened?
Trevann: I’m hoping I haven’t reached my high point. That being said, to date I was on cloud nine when the first person told me she’d fallen in love with my characters. That is really all I ever wanted-To tell stories that grab readers by the heart.
Me: What was your low point as a writer—a time when questioned your path, a time when you felt really crappy about your writing? What happened? How did you get over it?
Trevann: THE first review of my debut novel was a “one star” review by someone who acknowledged she hadn’t read the book. Talk about a crushing blow. It made me wonder why I’d poured my soul into my work, and if I’d wasted precious time pursuing a dream I’d never find.
I’m still not over it, but I’ve come to understand that I can’t write to everyone’s preference. I have to tell the story and let it seek its audience. House of the Rising Son did just that. I also realized that writing is more than what I do. I’m an author. I have to write.
Me: How many books have you written? How long does it typically take you to write a book? What’s the most painful part of the writing process for you?
Trevann: I have one novel, House of the Rising Son, and one novella, Living After Midnight, so far. By the end of the year, I will have two more. I’m not a fast writer, mostly because of that perfectionist habit I mentioned earlier. I can write one book a year. This year will be an exception.
The truly painful part of writing is scratching out the time. I teach and I have two jobs. Oh, and I have three VERY DEMANDING dogs. I have to plan my time carefully.All I ever wanted-To tell stories that grab readers by the heart. @trevannrogers #AmWriting #AuthorontheCouch Click To Tweet
Me: Who is your book boyfriend? Why?
Trevann: Cheyenne, of course, from House of the Rising Son. As a character he’s been with me a long, long time. He’s funny, sexy as hell, a touch arrogant, and plays the guitar like a fiend. What’s not to love?
Me: What do you collect? Why? What personal meaning does this item have for you?
Trevann: I collect Prince music and memorabilia. He was the rocker at the first concert I mentioned earlier. His music changed my life for the better. In fact, in many ways it saved my life. Since his untimely death, my collection means even more to me.
Me: Tell me about your LGBT Urban Fantasy (high heat) House of the Rising Son.
Sex. Rebellion. Rock and Roll.
An incubus and two toddlers walk into a bar…wait. That’s no joke. That’s Cheyenne’s life, and you weren’t supposed to see them.
Cheyenne, a half-human incubus, is good at keeping secrets. He keeps his music career hidden from his tyrannical father. He keeps his true nature as an incubus secret from the humans whose lust sustains him. And he keeps his children unknown to the incubi, especially the royal family—his family.
As Cheyenne’s musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can’t let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who’s not sure if he’s falling for the incubus or the rocker.
His so-called friends and family conspire to make Cheyenne choose between his children and his career, but he isn’t playing that game. He doesn’t buy into the “your kids could save the race” madness. He only has to keep them safe. Besides he’s got bigger plans—he’s going to be a rockstar.
Warning: Contains hot were-tiger sex, a Thanksgiving celebration that makes the Inquisition look like a tea party, and an incubus who’ll rock your world.
Me: Share with us a favorite excerpt from House of the Rising Son.
This scene happens when Cheyenne and Alexander are just getting acquainted. Alexander has the hots for Chey, but can barely admit it to himself. Cheyenne, an incubus, considers Alexander another potential bed-mate, but at this point, not anything more. It’s one of my favorite bits because it is so clearly them—Zander, cautious and agitated, Chey, well, he can be kind of an ass. Case in point: That tip isn’t his.
Cheyenne found Alexander’s fidgeting interesting.
“You were with a girl earlier. Where’d she go? She ditch you, or did you dump her?”
“Oh, that was a friend. Prudence. She didn’t… I mean, she wasn’t feeling well, so I took her home.” Alexander gulped his bourbon, grimaced and cleared his throat.
“Huh.” Judging from the delicious new jolt of cayenne he’d just ingested, he knew even talking about the woman was making Alexander agitated and angry. Why didn’t he admit that he’d been angry at her? Cheyenne filed the information away. He’d dig a little further into this curiosity some other time. “I don’t remember seeing her here before. Well, maybe you’ll bring her back sometime when she’s feeling better.”
The spicy taste of Alexander’s discomfort kicked up a notch. It was delicious. Cheyenne imagined making him furious would be mouth-watering.
“Listen, I better be going. Early morning and all that.” Alexander stood up and dropped a twenty into the tip jar. “See you around,” he said, walking away.
“Conflicted much?” Cheyenne retrieved the twenty from the jar and stuffed it into his pocket. Maybe big, sexually confused guys with money were his type after all.