Thank you for joining me on the sofa, Xavier Axelson and for agreeing to answer some questions for me.
1. So who is Xavier Axelson?
A sensualist disguised as a demon.
2. Tell me a bit about your current WIP / latest release.
My latest release is Lily with Silver Publishing. It is a paranormal romance about a father forced to accept the loss of a child.
3. How do you work, do you pick a title first, or characters names, or how they look?
The story comes first; usually followed by names and characters. But, to be fair, it changes; each time I write it’s different.
4. When did you know that writing was your passion?
I really started writing around 4th grade. I don’t think I’ve stopped since.
5. What was your first book and how long did it take to get it published?
My first published work was a short story called “Serpentinga” about a descendent of Medusa who seeks revenge on the heirs of Athena and Poseidon. How long did it take? Um, I was 34 then, so 34 years? LOL
6. What some don’t realize is that writing is a discipline and you have to proportion a part of your day to it – how long does it usually take you to complete a manuscript?
Again, this varies for me. My most recent piece took about a week, while Lily took a couple months. I do write everyday and set a goal of two thousand words, anything over is gravy.
7. Do you outline your plots first? Or are you like me and just go hell for leather?
Hell for leather; I wish I was the outlining type, but hell and leather is more my thing.
8. Out of your body of work – do you have a favourite character?
I really love Pryor from Lily, I find him sad, hopeful and incredibly brave in his ability to let go.
9. If you were to offer advice to someone starting out, what would you say?
Stay true to your own voice; don’t worry what anyone else is doing.
10. Who are your favourite authors, in any genre?
I’m going to pick the three authors I’m reading right now: Frank
Woolf and Jane Austen Herbert, Virginia
11. If you hadn’t chosen writing, or rather, writing hadn’t chosen you, what do you think
You would be doing for a living?
I’d be a chef.
12. What do you do in your free time? And don’t say writing!
I do a lot of reading and lately I’ve gotten into audio books but I also love the beach, road trips, exploring and getting into mischief.
13. What makes you laugh?
Things that probably shouldn’t. I have a twisted sense of humor.
14. What irritates you most about other people?
A False sense of entitlement.
15. Would you like to share with us your favourite joke?
The fact that Gay people can’t get married but people like the Kardashian’s can is a joke. Here, Here!
Thank you for coming to chat, Xavier Axelson and I wish you many sales.
Thanks for having me!
It's been a pleasure talking with Xavier Axelson and you can find him at:-
And here’s a little taster of LILY
I am Lily's father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing in this world.
Unfortunately, my daughter dwells in another world.
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I glanced at the necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.
The old clock on the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that department. Time always does.
Ned moved against me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love had disappeared from my life all together.
The clock still hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my eyes.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I was," I replied softly.
"No you weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.
"It's Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another tear fell.
"Come closer," he whispered.
"How much closer could I get?"
"Closer," he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.
His lips brushed on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.
"I never get sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.
Smiling, I turned in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him. 'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was amazing.
I kissed him and was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain one of us was going to stop breathing.
He finally relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.
"Fuck, you make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.
His hand reached for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough hands and my skin.
"You like that?"
I nodded, I did like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy after Lily disappeared.
His hands were rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a year, I guess he kind of did.
"You want me to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck cock.
"What do you think?"
My response excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told me just enough.
When you had a daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.
XAVIER IS GIVING AWAY A COPY OF LILY TO ONE LUCKY WINNER AT THE END OF HIS BLOG TOUR - SO LEAVE A COMMENT TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT MISSING OUT ON YOUR CHANCE :)