Monday, 15 July 2013

Feed your Ad-Dick-tion with Sally Max

Feed your Ad-Dick-tion

Hi Raven,

Thank you so much for having me over!

I like what you've done with the place, very comfy blog, are those new curtains? *wanders off to look at curtains*

Impressed she remembered the old ones, mind you they were splendid in their tattiness.

Just letting you know, that I stink at guest blogs. I never know what to say. Promotion of things I've written is still very foreign to me.

Now I can so relate to that, it's very hard. 

So... hmmm... Well, I can tell you this story in the Ad-dick-tion Vol: 3 anthology is my first m/m piece I've ever written. I'm truly honored to be in an anthology with such gifted authors.

From a reader's perspective, I've always really loved anthologies. They are how I've wandered off into other genres and found out I really liked them or truly loved them. I started off reading contemporary romance books, and then found I liked paranormal, young adult, fantasy, and historic.

For instance, before, I typically didn't read historic stories. No particular reason why, but I haven't been drawn to them before. Let's say I was "indifferent" to them as I hadn't really read any. The same way someone would be indifferent to a food that they had never tried. I had no idea whether I liked them or not, since I didn't really have exposure to them.

Earlier this year, I read Serviced: Volume 1, (Available here: )

All the stories are very good, (and oh so hot, hot, hot!), but there was one story that I enjoyed and it surprised me, it was Major's Minah by Raven McAllan. It is a historic piece that really introduced me to historic stories. Now, I find myself perusing the historic books just as much as the all the other genres that I'm drawn to.

Aw, she has me sniffing now.

With anthologies, I never know what is on the horizon. Maybe something will be hotter than I normally read and I'll really like it. Perhaps, I'll discover an amazing author and want to read everything they've ever written or will write. A new genre, a new style of writing, a new perspective and all in these 5-10K treats. Plus, if I don't like one of the stories (which I have yet to read an anthology where I didn't like all the stories.) I haven't spent a while reading a whole novel's worth of something I didn't like. 

Also, I find that little pieces in anthologies are a good before sleep read as I can finish a story quickly, and don't end up reading the majority of the night like I would with a novel. (I get hooked and can't put it down.) Anthologies open a whole new world to me as a reader, and that's what drew them to me to write a piece for one.

I'm hoping that, just maybe, someone will pick up Ad-dick-tion Volume 3, and find something in there that they didn't know that they liked before.

So am I Sally, I think anyone who reads it, is sure to find something they like, and hopefully someone new to read.

The Thing about being a Werewolf
Sally Max

Dumped, homeless, and hunted, wasn't how Torolf thought he would be spending the full moon. His only hope is to find another pack and ask for asylum. While running for his life, a great white wolf appears, which can only mean one of two things: safety or death.

Finally, he smelled the strong urine scent of another pack having marked its territory. It was fresh and just beyond the clump of wild berry bushes to his left. Torolf picked up his pace, turned, and collided with a patrol wolf.
Startled, he yipped, inadvertently alerting the other wolves that were searching for him. They howled. Enzio's primary guard, Ragnar, snarled and growled. The black muzzle and spots on his flank gave him away. Torolf would have recognized him anywhere. He had always been jealous of Enzio and Torolf's relationship. Ragnar was large and dark, as a wolf and a man. Torolf was lean, with dusty brown hair and fur.
Panting for breath, Torolf growled back. The fur on the back of his neck rose, and his head lowered, defensive. Two gray wolves arrived and stood at the side of Ragnar. Their smaller size made Ragnar appear that much larger. Dire wolves were much more powerful than their cousins, the gray wolf, but that didn't keep werewolves from keeping them as pets.
The others that were part of the chase weren't too far away. It would be over if Torolf waited until they showed up.
Sucking in a deep breath, Torolf let out a soulful howl. A sound, he hoped, that would alert any passing wolf of the attack that was about to happen. It was his only hope. Three against one did not look good in his favor.
Midway through the yowl, Ragnar attacked.

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Sally Max Bio:

After not being able to answer, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" when she was little, Sally Max decided she wouldn't settle on just one profession. Instead, she lives vicariously through her characters on the page, and gets a taste of every possible scenario she can imagine.

Sally Max currently resides in southwest Florida with her orange tabby cat.

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  1. Congrats, Sally on your first mm story.

  2. Thank you so much Raven for having me over. I'm so glad to be in an anthology with you.