Today we are very happy to welcome author Wulf Francu Godgluck

He stops by at Love bytes to answer some questions about his books and also offers a Fantastic giveaway !

Welcome Wulf!

Neon White E1 by Wulf Francu Godgluck

A Tooth Claw and Horns Chronicle Book 1

Blurb:

Belail took another drag from the blood tinted clove cigarette, the puffs of putrid smoke swirling to show the chosen image again. “So, the former High Commander of Second Hell has finally set his heart on Raven White.”

Such pity that the dear Detective assigned to enforce supernatural and paranormal cases in Quebec would be chosen by this particular demon.

Bla’Gar is well… different.

Another drag, another puff. Relishing the new image of a chained Raven; withering in pleasure on Bla’Gar’s Hellfire bed.

Clearly a scenario that would keep Belail entertained… for now.
One to watch; intriguing to see at what lengths Bla’Gar would go to court the human Detective. And possibly… feasibly claiming the human’s soul for Bla’Gar himself?

Licking his lips Belail returned to the shadows from once he came. Scoffing his barbarous thoughts to the darkness. Though it would be fair to say that supers and paras aren’t the only ones that have teeth, claws and horns

 

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Neon White E2 by Wulf Francu Godgluck

A Tooth Claw and Horns Chronicle Book 2

Blurb:

Belail felt the tension in Bla’Gar’s mansion the moment he appeared in the demon’s bedroom. Such a shame, Bla’Gar had royally fucked up with his pet. He played the Komboskini back and forth in his hand for a second time. The souls forced into amber beads heated and smoked, a wailing scream rang from them before two of the beads burst. Glowering at the shattered souls on the carpet, white smoke dancing towards him. Belails’s stomach cramped at that very moment. What was foretold would soon unfold. The little one perceived it.  Breathing in the white smoke Belail could not pinpoint it but he could smell…shortbread cookies, hollies, spruce and snow? Christmas? No…with a sly chuckle he silently whispered. “The Winter Ball.”  But the smells were tainted with blood—human blood. The ball would not end in all white glory, this time in blood and death.

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1. So, demons and other creatures.  Where do you get your inspiration and story ideas?

I wish I could say something smart like; society and politics influence the fictional monsters and characters I create and that each is a representation of an undertone to what is happening in our current society, but naa. I’m old school. There’s whole different universe in my mind, dense dimensions with creatures and monsters waiting around every corner. I draw from what I know and mostly that is 80’s horror (’cause there is no better horror than what happens on Elms Street) lore and mythology. I like the traditional but always ask myself what would make it different, along with my scientific mind I try to apply that to my creatures. Ever thought if a vampire never has to breathe, how would they be able to speak?

As for the stories, well … the characters come to me, whispering in my ear, a scene plays out in my mind, sometimes I only here the opening line of the first paragraph of a story. I never know for certain where the story will go, where or how it will end. It’s pretty wired and I should probably be institutionalized for having tea parties with my characters.

 

2. You are brand new to a lot of readers.  Tell us a little bit about yourself.  You mention spending your husband’s money and that you were born in Cape Town.  Any other details you would like to share?

Let me start by saying; spelling and grammar is not my strong point. Hell, English is not even my first langue. But growing up I was forced to become mature at an early age fast.  Had two teachers tell me I’d never finish high school and yet here I am; I have my graphic designer degree, I have three books out. I’m incredibly creative. And that is all thanks to those two teachers. Don’t put me down ’cause that just give me fire to prove you wrong.  I picked my first M/M book up on ’08 (I never even knew it existed) that was Kim Dare’s The Mark of an Alpha Pack Discipline. I owe it all to her, ’cause when I finished reading that book, I started writing my first story.

Aside from that I was (probably still am) the weird kid, was never bullied for being gay ’cause I grew up in a high school where it was just— “Oh, you’re gay, so at whose house are we drinking this weekend?” I have close encounters with cancer, many people in my life suffered and passed away from it. I think it’s why my first novel was about cancer.

Lastly I have a very indulgent obsession of collecting glass jars and anything piggy related (now you know where all my husband’s money is going)

 

 

3. Of God and Monsters:  Menoetius (Loves Landscapes) is only available as a download on Goodreads.  Any plans to bring it to a bigger market (i.e. Amazon)?

I know that the group is getting the anthologies ready to be available on Amazon and ARC and smashwords. I think that might happen this month. I heard a little bird chirp that Of Gods and Monsters Menoetius might even get its very own Love landscaped space, with no other story to be distracted from. (Fingers crossed for that)

 

4. Tell us a little about Neon White.  Any idea how many Episodes we can hope for?

In Season One we are on Episode Two now which means three more remains (I’ve just completed the cover art for E3 and E4)

Season Two I have 7 episodes planed.

And, yes there will be a Season Three but I’m not sure on the number of episodes yet.

But that’s not all you will hear from The Tooth Claw and Horns Chronicles. It’s whole universe on their own, there will be other chronicles— single novels and novellas with little glimpse into characters lives either before, during or after the Revelation

As for that very event I have ten books planed that will explain who exactly are responsible for bring the Revelation forth and what lead up to and how it happened.

 

5. I see lots of 2015 releases for you on Goodreads.  Are you writing multiple books and series at once, and how do you keep them separate in your mind?

I have a lot of story already written, just waiting to be beta read, some needs rewrites, other are partly written. I tend to work on two to three books at one time. (Not counting the occasional unexpected character whispering in my ear for a chance to tell their story)

As for keeping one universe separate from another —not easy, let me tell you, the lines blur a lot. But I do manage. As one of my characters says; “The supernatural and paranormal world is far vaster than any of us can even began to comprehend, let a lone understand.” Fredric Oliphire, The Wulf Chronicles Book I.

Neon White Season One should be completed by the beginning of next year. (Will be taking a little hiatus after that before I start on Season Two)

Of Gods and Monsters: Hades. Aiming for Feb of 2015. Some of you know Breno Hades el Oscuro by now and our love interest Rex, a Ballerino, along with some old characters and some new ones.

Black Honey— a zombie novel following a submissive who has lost his Dom and has to adept to a world without hope.

Then will be my baby, I’ve been working on the book since ’09, The Wulf Chronicles, a supernatural queer horror.

And if I’m lucky… who knows, maybe Of Gods and Monsters Ægir (Richard and James’ story) will be out.

 

6. On one of your blog posts you recommend splitting the m/m genre it sections.  Where do you see yourself falling on that scale?

I’ll need to start by saying this the m/m genre is very dominant in LGBT literature to the point where it over shadows LGBT fiction. As a gay man I write first and foremost for gay men, and that is my decision but I also had to be smart about it, so I stated out in the M/M genre to get noticed and be know. I’ll stay in this genre for a bit longer but ultimately, one day, I hope to be writing main stream gay fiction and Queer horror.

 

7. Tell us about Black Honey.  Will it happen?

Zombies with me, oh hell, yes, soon I hope next year, I actually just sent off the first draft to one of my betas this morning. Black Honey started off as a way for me to track how I grew and evolved as a writer, but as I came near to the and of it I heard other characters speaking to me about a second book.

It’s not your average m/m read, and I’m sure will raise a couple of comments.

 

Thank you so much for having me and asking question, this was one epic awesome interview thank you Dan!

 

 

Bla’Gar slammed a fist through his bedroom wall. The mansion shuddered as he pulled his hand free. His robe torn, left scattered by the door.

He wasn’t strong enough to suppress this new hunger. Tasting Raven, swallowing his essences had left the demon starving.

He raised his black talons, turning his hand to inspect where he had clawed into his palms. Inky-blue blood tinged white from the mansion coating his hand. His bones ached from the strain of balling his fist.

“You know, you should just take him.” A dark voice sent chills down Bla’Gar’s spine.

His gaze cut to the corner where a wingback chair stood next to the window, shrouded in darkness. The glass had shattered from Bla’Gar’s violent, reverberating roar. An icy wind now howled through the room.

“But,” said the voice, “you are not like the rest of us. You have always been different.”

Bla’Gar extended his talons, irritated at his emotional turmoil and gritted out, “Why are you here and what the fuck do you want, Belail?” His scalp throbbed as the vein beneath pulsed with his anger.

“Your relationship intrigues me.” The demon stepped out of the shadows.

Bla’Gar might be considered an old one, but there were those demons—the true born of Lilith and Samael—that even the old legions regarded with caution, even feared. Bla’Gar averted his eyes from the shaded face of Belail. He clearly recalled the broken ram-like horn on the right side of Belail’s head. Old scars that stole the vision of the demon’s right eye ran from Belail’s temple and stretched well over his torso. Bla’Gar had been there when Belail received the scar. The King never did like showing his fucked up face.

Belail stood before him, part human, part demon—his demonic power too strong to fully suppress his true form. Silver streams adorned his teal-colored hair, combed back from his forehead. Tusks stuck out from his bottom jaw, pushing upwards over his scarred mouth. He was elegantly dressed—he had to be—as one of the partners of Darkes INC, the supposed supernatural legal firm fighting for super and para rights. But with his bronzed tinged skin, Belail was not even attractive by demon standards.

“You have the power to enforce your own perceptions. Use that against Raven.” Belail’s smile had the small hairs on Bla’Gar’s skin vibrating. Turning his back he released a trifling snarl.

“More precisely…dream compulsion.” Bla’Gar grimaced, grinding his teeth at sinister echo to Belail’s voice. “Think about it, with Raven constantly dreaming with you, it would make the task a lot less…thorny.”

Bla’Gar narrowed his eyes. He did not trust Belail. When it came to the Demon King, nothing was without price. “Why? What would you gain?”

“A friend,” he grunted.

Bla’Gar turned and glared at Belail. The King did not do friends; collecting souls was his life’s work.

“No.” Raven’s too important to me.

“Look around you, fool!” Belail snapped.

Bla’Gar stared for a fraction in time, the stone dropped: his unexpected appearance, the curiosity about him and Raven. The offer of help. This burst of sentiment from a demon who has no emotions.

The King of Hell was afraid.

But of what?

“Humans will rise against us, Bla’Gar.” His voice rose. “Not to speak of this fucking little Trickster. Destroying the veil placed a major damper on the end of times. We were ready for the war against the angels. The conquest was ours! Now look at us. Walking amongst meats.”

Bla’Gar sighed.

“The war was never ours, Belail. It died when we killed the last of The Watchers and The Fallen. It was your ideal as the new King of Hell, it was never the others. They were too afraid to stand up against you.”

“Some, but not all.” Belail paced back and forth, his tail ruthlessly whipping behind him.

Bla’Gar had been in the King’s company far too many times to know this was not a common trait.

“You care for someone.”

Belail froze mid-step, head slightly tilted, his left eye glaring violet at Bla’Gar. A small growl vibrated over his lips.

“You love this person… a human?” The space between the two was an empty chasm, the cold air electrified with tension.

Bla’Gar held his breath.

He knew what this meant for Belail.

For demon kind.

“How far along are you?” Bla’Gar raked his gaze over Belail.

You bastard. He grinned.

There was definitely a glow to Belail’s skin.

“Enough of this!” Wood chips burst into the air as Belail pulverized the dresser with his fist.

Belail turned, cracking his neck left and right. He reached out with his right hand, as if grasping something. In the cold air a woman appeared. Belail’s big claw wrapped around her small throat. Belail roughly turned the woman around. She reeked of sulfur. Black hair damp against her back. Perspiration still radiating from her filthy naked body.

Bla’Gar was not concerned with the woman’s stained cheeks, nor of the shivers raking her body. She brought this upon herself for selling her soul. Her dirty, bloodied hands curled into small fists as she clutched them to her chest, trying to cover her nudity. Bla’Gar knew he was considered an attractive demon. He could feel her stare drifting over his blood red skin. As her gaze travelled along the black river of hair on his chest to his groin, her eyes went wide.

She screamed, trying to break free from Belail’s grip, clawing at his forearm.

“Be still!” Belail spat, choking, and shaking her like a ragdoll. “Those are not for you, meat.” His eye flashed toward Bla’Gar. “Will you accept my offer, fledgling?”

Bla’Gar sneered at being labeled a fledgling. He had not been called that in a very, very long time.

“No harm will come to my pet, or I will take from you that which you hold most dear, King.”

Bla’Gar was no fool. He knew his strength was not equal to Belail’s. The King of Hell stood to lose as much, if not more. Bla’Gar felt a small sting of sympathy when Belail laid his free hand protectively over his stomach.

“Very well.” Bla’Gar said.

Belail hoisted the woman in front of Bla’Gar. Panting for breath, blood dripping down her chin from where she had bitten into her bottom lip.

“Remember, this compulsion will become imprinted. Whatever transpires now will haunt Raven’s dreams until he dies.”

Bla’Gar didn’t flinch when Belail sliced open the woman’s neck, dark blood splattering over him. Her dead body falling limply to the carpet. Belail reached out, nail cutting into Bla’Gar’s forehead, murmuring words to Morpheus.

Bla’Gar’s mind already hazed, when Belail pulled back his nail. He felt himself hitting the wall behind him, slumping to the floor. Belail’s words nothing but a distant purr.

“The sacrifice has been paid; you have passage to the dream realm. Make it count fledgling. Our pets are our very hearts.”

 

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They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing…

 

“Show us, tell us, bring us into your world, and make us known.”

 

Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune. Not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written.

 

I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don’t go bump in the night— they squeal and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and making your stomach turn over and putting your nerves on edge. Then there’s the drama. Oh, the drama!

 

I write because I must! There is so much inside of me that needs to get out. So many stories to tell, characters that want to be heard, and hearts lost and won. Words and art are my way of bringing my world to others. I enjoy telling tales of the human condition but working in elements of the supernatural. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies, Witches and the unexplainable all set against the human world or worlds of their own.

 

I was born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa. I grew up in a working class family and enjoy writing, cooking and spending my husband’s money! Yeah I’m a cocky little brat too (and proud of it, spankings included)!

 

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Twitter— @turboverse

Blog— http://wulffrancugodgluck.wordpress.com/

Check out Dan’s reviews on Neon White Episode 1 and on episode 2 !

 

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