Friday, October 11, 2013

Slippery When Wet Blog Hop

Hi there! ::waves:: I'm DC Juris! For those of you who don't know me, I'm a bisexual transgender fella who writes GLBTQ romance - mostly m/m and transgender - in the contemporary and fantasy genres.

I've been writing since before I entered Kindergarten (I wrote my very first story in crayon on the walls of my bedroom) and I finally realized the dream of being published in 2009.

I'm a down-to-Earth guy. I'm a Trekker (TOS), and a pretty good photographer. I like cupcakes, sweet wine, porn, watching football, rummage sales, going to drag shows, antiques, thrift stores, shiny things, random nonsense, Grumpy Cat, and I proudly share my home with a family of sock monkeys. In short, I'm a Geek of the Geekiest degree. :-)

You can find links to all my published works at my website. I have an author page on Facebook and  a personal page. I'm @dcjuris on Twitter, and I'm on Pinterest

Today I'm sharing an excerpt from my newest release with Wilde City Press, "Pudding Jones." (CONTENT WARNING: This story does not have a HEA!) This is also my prize for the hop - one lucky winner will get a free pdf copy. To enter, just leave a comment below, including your e-mail address.


Award-winning reporter Emmer Richfield is the kind of guy who covers wars, the kind of guy who asks the hard-hitting questions. He is not—and he’s certain about this—the kind of guy who does sappy human-interest stories about homeless people. But his newest assignment is not just any human-interest story, it’s a mandate from the mayor: convince the people of Dodson that Foxton Industries’ plan to build a mall—and oust the homeless population—is a bad idea by way of a feature on a homeless man named Pudding Jones. But Pudding quickly goes from just another story to a man who changes Emmer’s life. The question is, can Emmer return the favor before it’s too late?


I coughed and looked away. I needed to try and steer the conversation to something else before I became ill. "People say you pay for your food and drink here. Where do you get the money? Do you earn it?"

“Do I earn it? Do I sell my body, you mean? You want to know if I walk the streets at night, giving blowjobs and reach arounds in the back alleys?" He made an obscene gesture with his right hand and a lady two booths over let out a gasp.

"No." I shook my head vigorously. "I said earn."

"That's what you say. Ain't what you mean. There's a difference, you know, 'tween what you say and what you mean. People think they can trick with big words and fancy talk, but what they mean is in their soul, and it shines in their eyes. Shines in their eyes like a cat's at night. And you can't hide what's in your eyes." He shook his head. "You here now, wantin' to know about me. Where was you then? Hmm? Where was you when the child in me was dyin'? When the child in me was being killed? Murdered, day in and day out? Where was you then, with your money and your fancy car and your warm house? Where was you when you woulda mattered?"

"I didn't know you." But the words sounded hollow and lame to my own ears. So I hadn't known Pudding. So what? I'd known some other kid. I hadn't been aware of it—no, that wasn't right—I hadn't wanted to see it, to acknowledge it. To admit that sometimes, the things that went bump in the night weren't the real terrors. Those Hollywood horror movies had nothing on some real-life people. People like Pudding's father.

Pudding picked up his coffee cup and downed its contents with a grunt. "Fair enough." He pulled out a battered and worn black leather wallet, opened it up to show off two twenty-dollar bills. "People give me money, sometimes. I do some work, too. I'm strong." He put the wallet away and flexed the muscles in his upper arms. "I help people move. I carry things. People pay me for that. I saved up and bought a bike, so I deliver stuff sometimes."

"So you're not opposed to working. Why not get a full time job and get yourself off the streets?" Seemed like a no-brainer to me. Muddled as his mind seemed to be, he was still capable of work. "There are programs and agencies that can help you."

"You say why not, I say why bother. What's in that for me? Being told what to do all the time? Being told where to be? How to act? How to dress? I had my fill of that."

"There's advantages to all that, though," I pointed out. "Hot meals, hot showers, a bed to sleep in."

Pudding rolled his eyes. "You people don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'. You hear homeless, you think of some dirty bum on the street, beggin' you for money with one hand, holdin' a bottle in the other. There's other ways of livin' besides the way you live. I get hot meals and I got a bed to sleep in. And I ain't never been too fond of hot showers." He shivered.

****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****


  1. I'm first, that should count for something. Please count me in on this, Pudding is on my way too long wishlist.

  2. I have a long wish list as well. So many wonderful books. thanks for sharing and I have to say I love sock monkeys.
    debby236@gmail dot com

  3. Do count me in for this. Brash pudding sounds delightful. I love him already :D.

  4. Geeky and loves cupcakes??? Me too! Good luck!

  5. Love the cover! And to be honest, I'd like to try a story with no HEA.

  6. Looking forward to reading.

  7. Sounds great. I'd love to read more. Please count me in.


  8. wish list continues to grow! Love how you describe yourself!

  9. Please count me in. Thanks!

    gisu29 at gmail dot com

  10. Thanks for the chance.
    magic5905 at embarqmail dot com

  11. Sounds great. Thanks for the giveaway.


  12. Sounds interesting, thanks for being part if the hop :)

  13. I had seen the title of Pudding Jones before, but this is my first time reading the blurb and excerpt. Really interesting stuff here. I'm not one who needs an HEA, so I'm looking forward to reading more. Thanks for the chance to win it and for being part of the hop!

    caroaz [at] ymail [dot] com

  14. Please count me in. Thanks!

  15. Thanks for the giveaway.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

  16. I really want to read more! Thank you for posting this one!

  17. Hi. I don't often read anything that doesn't have a HEA. But I love your work and I trust you to still bring a great story.