Trevann Rogers’ House Of The Rising Son

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Trevann Rogers stops by today with her debut book, House of the Rising Son, and a fabulously fun interview. You’re going to love some of her answers. After the interview read all about the book and excerpt that will leave you wanting more. You’ll be glad you did! This book sounds fabulous and I can’t wait to read it. I hope you enjoy it as well.

Amanda C. Stone: Good morning Trevann! I am so glad to have you here today and your very first book too!
Trevann Rogers: Hi Amanda, thanks for having me on your blog.
ACS: You are on a desert island and can have only one book. What would it be?
TR: Interesting question and so hard to answer. I think it would be between Fire’s Stone and Smoke and Mirrors, both by Tanya Huff. She does such a great job with her gay characters. I’ve read these books probably a dozen times each and never tire of them.
ACS: I’ve got both of those on my massively long TBR list. Might just have to bump them up now so I can enjoy them too. If there was a movie of your life who would you want to play you?
TR: Meryl Streep. She is an amazing actress and she can look like anyone. She could play me at all stages of my life and make it look realistic. She would make me look good, not just physically, but would also give me the persona I wish I had. She would make me look kick-ass.
ACS: I’ve got such a girl crush on Meryl Streep. I don’t think it’s possible for her to do a character poorly. Do you have a library card and know where it is?
TR: Actually library cards have been a part of my life as long as I can remember. Some of my best childhood memories are of exploring the public library. When I was in high school we had a librarian who had definite ideas on what girls should read as opposed to what boys would read. I had more than one run in with her insisting girls had no business reading books for boys. Because of her I wanted to become a librarian for a long time.

But to answer your question, my card is attached to my keychain. But I have to admit that I now buy more books than I borrow since libraries often don’t carry the types of books I read, and more importantly, I am terrible at taking them back on time. So it’s often cheaper to buy the book than pay the overdue fee.
ACS: Oh overdue fees, how I do not love thee. So many books that I paid for multiple times over because of overdue fees. If you could have any crazy talent, what would you want your talent to be?
TR: It might be a variation on the talent I seem to have. Apparently I can cause traffic lights to turn yellow any time I approach. No matter how long or short the timing is set, it will always turn yellow just as I drive under it. I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying that I will get a ticket in the mail. So, my talent would be to have them turn green. Less stress and more time to write.
ACS: Being able to decide when lights turn green/yellow/red would be an amazing talent! Who would you want as a stripper at your birthday party?
TR: That is so hard to answer. I take dancing very seriously so he would have to be a good dancer. On the other hand, some of the guys I think are sexy, I can’t really imagine dancing. I always watch DWTS and SYTYCD and ABDC but at the moment I can’t remember anyone’s name. Maybe Twitch? After all, if he’s good enough for Magic Mike, why should I complain?
ACS: That man is FINE! I’d watch him dance any day of the week. What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?
TR: I would have to say calamari. I know that people love this but it just looks unappealing to me. But I was with friends one night and gave in to their dare. I bit into the thing and chewed—and chewed—and chewed—and chewed. It was like having a mouth full of rubber bands and they were not going to go down without a fight. I finally swallowed the thing whole. Now everyone still teases me by asking if I want that as an appetizer whenever we eat out. So I ate the thing for nothing.
ACS: Calamari holds no appeal to me. It looks gross and now that you told me it’s hard to chew like that I know I’ll never try it. Blech! You’re braver than I am.
Thank you so much for joining me today. It was such fun having you!

Living After Midnight, Book 1

Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.

Alexander’s future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who’d be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He’s barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.

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.

Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.

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.

He spotted Alexander settling his tab and headed over to the bar. He hopped onto a bar stool next to him and winked at Eddie. “Give me whatever he’s drinking.”

Eddie swiped down the space in front of Cheyenne and set down a short glass. “Bourbon rocks, with a twist. The good stuff. Quite a change from your usual rotgut. It’s coming out of your check.”

“No. Let me.” Alexander took a bill out of his wallet and pushed it toward Eddie.

“Cheyenne, you gonna introduce me to this gorgeous side of beefcake?”

“Sure. First name Nunya. Last name Bidness.” He turned to Alexander. “This nosy old woman is my boss, Edwina, as in…” Cheyenne held his arms out and spun around gesturing towards the stage, the dance floor and the bar.

“Edwina is…Eddie?” Alexander wiped his hand on his pant leg before extending it. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am. Name’s Alexander. You have a great place here.”

Eddie took his hand with a firm grip and shook it. “Here, there, I get around.” She turned to Cheyenne and pointed her thumb in Alexander’s direction. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You hear him, you tiny twit? He’s a gentleman. Be nice to this one.” Eddie leaned her impressive girth across the bar to scan the tall man from head to toe. “Remember, the store room is pretty small.”

“Oh, that’s subtle.” Cheyenne drummed his index fingers on the edge of the bar with a quick staccato beat. “No worries, old woman. He’s not my type.”

Eddie’s laughter echoed throughout the emptying bar. When it began to fade, she looked from Cheyenne to Alexander, shook her head and started laughing again. Cheyenne fed on her amusement and returned it to her. She giggled as she resumed cleaning the bar.

“What was that about?” Alexander’s confusion brought Cheyenne’s attention back to him.



Cheyenne didn’t have to look at Alexander to know the man was growing tense. He tasted it. “Crazy Old Woman Syndrome. Don’t worry about it.” Cheyenne doodled in the moisture that had pooled at the base of the glass of bourbon and then stuck his tongue into the dark amber liquid. “Ugh! Yuck!” He coughed. “You drink this stuff or strip furniture with it?”

Alexander shrugged. He swirled the ice in his glass and took a drink. “Take a little and give it a minute.”

“What the hell. I’ll try anything twice.” Cheyenne brought the glass to his lips, hesitating before taking a sip. He closed his eyes as the liquid’s warmth traveled down his throat and settled in his stomach. “I see what you mean.” He leaned around Alexander to check out the empty seat next to him. “So where’s the babe you were with earlier? Ditch you for a better prospect?”

“What?” Alexander shook the ice in his glass, and swirled it again.

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.

About Trevann:
Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addition to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

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  1. Hi Amanda!! It is my pleasure to be here. I hope others join us too…I’m looking forward to chatting with folks today.

  2. Love the excerpt. Love the cover! Great interview.

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