August 23, 2013

Lex Chase: Where Geeky Superheroes Go To Make Out & Giveaway!

Please welcome back fellow DsP author Lex Chase. She's here to talk about her new release Cashing the Reality and brought us a fun guest post!

Where Geeky Superheroes Go To Make Out

Hello everyone! I’m Lex Chase and Chris has kindly let me take over her blog for the day. I’ll be having two giveaways for this blog tour, so don’t forget to comment with your email! As for me? I’m the author of the Checkmate series for Dreamspinner Press (which you can find here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=54_913) it’s the tale of disgraced superhero Memphis Rook and his climb back to redemption alongside his boyfriend/sidekick Hogarth Dawson.
Something we need to make clear is Garth is quite obviously nerdy and rife with current pop culture knowledge. Rook on the other hand is a not so secret old school geek that loves all things from the ‘80s. Rook and Garth also deeply love each other. They also like being in one another’s pants. And so… I present the Top Five Spots Where Geeky Superheroes Go To Make Out.

#5: Twede’s CafĂ© of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks




Twin Peaks has fans that transcend generations, and Rook and Garth mutually enjoy the dreaminess of Kyle McLachlan as Agent Cooper and the damn good pie. While Hogarth and Rook inanely have an entire conversation in quotes from the show over the cherry pie alamode, they’ll be playing footsie under the table. When it gets to the point where Hogarth very sternly quotes the Log Lady and says “My log saw it. My log saw it all!” and Rook obscenely sucks the whipped cream off the spoon, they’re ready to Get. It. ON!

#4: Flight 815’s Fuselage of JJ Abram’s Lost


Considered the Twin Peaks of the New Millennium, Lost, and its sexy castaways have Hogarth swooning. Despite the… well… pretty gruesome concept of a catastrophic plane crash, it’s the story of Lost and the romanced context that makes Hogarth want Rook to press him upside the ruined seats and take him for all he’s worth. Rook, like a logically thinking man, doesn’t see what’s sexy about a plane crash at all. But that Sayid Jarrah guy just does it for him.

Oh my DAYUM~

#3 Dumbledore’s Headmaster Office of JK Rowling’s Harry Potter


So, Hogarth totally has that fantasy that Rook is a cruel headmaster of Hogwarts, and Hogarth is an ever eager to please student. And then Rook demands Hogarth come to his office for his punishments.
Wait. You thought I was serious?
MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD: Thousands of Checkmate/Harry Potter AU fanfics are being furiously written.

#2 The S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier of Marvel’s Avengers


Because they’re superheroes, and superheroes totally need a superheroic space to get their jollies. The possibilities are endless. Stripping on the landing strip, ‘examining’ the beakers in Banner’s lab, being frisky in Fury’s office, bringing it on in the Brig… that is until they notice Loki’s there with them.
Well. Doesn’t that make things interesting? Huu huu~

Who’s the mewling quim NOW?

#1 Maine North High School of John Hughes’ The Breakfast Club


Rook, being a lover of the ‘80s, Maine North High School would be his ultimate getting busy between the stacks spot. The primary filming location of the iconic ‘80s movie The Breakfast Club is one of Rook’s favorite films, if not the favorite. Hogarth doesn’t get his fixation with Molly Ringwald, or John Hughes, but he does agree the modern covers of “Don’t You Forget About Me” originally by Simple Minds have got to stop.

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GIVEAWAY TIME! One lucky winner for August, and one lucky winner for September will receive a set of Series 1 and Series 2 Checkmate buttons, a Lex Chase.com pen, and both Checkmate covers! August winners to be announced August 31st! September winners will be announced September 30th!




Pawn Takes Rook: Cashing the Reality Check Blurb
Even after eleven months of keeping the mean streets of Axis City safe, superduo Checkmate—Hogarth Dawson—and his boyfriend, Memphis Rook, still receive the cold shoulder from the Power Alliance. Undeterred, Hogarth brings his intense focus to bear on Rook, and after Hogarth makes an accidental marriage proposal, it becomes all too clear Rook isn’t quite at the same place. But before life gets awkward, duty calls.

Booted-off female contestants of the romantic reality show Single and Super are being found in comas, and Checkmate needs to get to the bottom of it. As part of Rook’s plan, he cleans up his bad boy image and goes undercover as a bachelor looking for love among twenty-five frenzied women. Against Rook’s wishes, Hogarth sneaks onto the set as a cameraman to investigate the case on his own. With questions unanswered between them, emotions run high, distracting them and feeding a trap of their own making.

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Pawn Takes Rook: Cashing the Reality Check Excerpt
Rook’s lips parted to speak, then shut, then parted again, then finally shut. He rumbled a thunderous laugh. “You dirty minx.” He closed the distance between us in less time it took to blink. The padded palms of his fingerless gloves cupped my rear, and he scooped me up before dropping me hastily on the desktop.
The loud thump of the desk smacking the wall made me curl my fingers into his coat lapels. “Shhh!” I warned him. “Do you wanna get caught?”
He leaned in and nipped my ear, his tongue exploring my lobe. I might have squealed very inappropriately. Might have.
Don’t you wanna get caught?” he growled, planting searing kisses on my neck. His hands roved my cold body and the soft pads of his gloves coupled with his hot fingers sent sparks up my spine. I parted my legs wider, ready to accommodate whatever he was going to throw my way. He pulled his teeth away from my neck in a long scrape, and he slanted his mouth over mine. I gasped into him, and our tongues met in a starved need to taste one another. With a deft flick of the wrist, Rook stroked me easily between two broad fingers. My stomach tightened with the intimate contact, and I buried my fingers in his hair. He chuckled against my mouth and captured my bottom lip with one of his pronounced canines. Rook pulled away for the slightest of seconds to watch my reaction as he teased at my entrance with his fingers, trying to relax me enough into relenting for him.
Do it,” I said, and it came out like a begging whimper. “It’ll only hurt for a second,” I lied out my—wait. This metaphor is really inappropriate for this moment. I just lied, okay. The laws of physics when it comes to me and Rook getting busy boggle the mind. I always get the feeling somewhere he’s concerned about hurting me, but I can’t seem to make him understand it’s that pain of him just being him that sets me off into the stratosphere. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s—” I started to say but broke into a high pitched crack when he entered me with two fingers.
I turned up my chin to kiss him again as he tenderly worked me over. All the troubles of the world seemed to melt away when we were like this. No ruined apartments to worry about how to fix. No case to fret over. Nothing. We were just two guys, stupidly crazy about each other, and on a mission to get each other naked as often as possible.
Here’s the kicker though—you might want to sit down for this part.
Ever get that moment where everything is just so incredibly perfect that out of your mouth comes the stupidest thing ever? Well, yeah. Stupid comment in three… two… one….
Marry me…,” I groaned. I needed him and needed him now in every possible way. My body ached for him.
Rook, on the other hand, froze faster than Han Solo taking a dip in carbonite. “Hogarth,” he said flatly. His hands rested on the desk next to my thighs.
I searched his face, hunting for what I could have possibly said and turned the mood to a steaming pile of shit. “Why not?” I asked. “I love you, you love me, Axis City legislation made it legal, we want to be together forever, and—”
Hogarth,” he spat, then turned away. He ran a hand through his long blond hair and tugged at his roots.
I knew that completely at-a-loss gesture all too well. And I became far too aware that I was naked. Like way naked. Like that dream of being in high school in your underwear. My lip quivered. It could only mean one thing, one horrible thing, and I was going to be the overdramatic boyfriend.
You don’t… love me?” I said, and my voice cracked as all my insecurities flopped out like a beached beluga. And there I earned my dubious place in Encyclopedia Dramatica.
Rook spun to face me, waving his hands quickly in a halting gesture, “Jesus, no! It’s not like that, okay?”
Somehow this didn’t exactly inspire confidence; shocking, am I right?
He brushed a long streamer of blond from his eyes and palmed his face. “Do you even have any idea how intense you are?”
You know… if the world could suddenly open up and swallow me whole, that would be just ducky. I wanted to tell him: “Here, Rook, here’s my heart. Just for you. Shattered like glass into a million tiny shards. I hope you fucking choke to death when you eat it.

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Bio:
Lex Chase is a journalist by day and a writer by night. Either way you slice it, she makes things up for a living. Her style of storytelling is action, adventure, and a dollop of steamy romance. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes it’s never a party until something explodes in a magnificent fashion, be it a rolling fireball of a car or two guys screaming out their love for one another in the freezing rain.

Lex is a pop culture diva, an urbanite trapped in a country bumpkin’s body, and wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse. She has learned that when all else fails, hug the cat.

She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ‘burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d have a sweatshirt on because she’s freezing.

You can find her on those Facebook and Twitter things at:
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And her blog at http://lexchase.com.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, amazing fantasies can be associated with Dumbledore's off.
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    1. Heeheehee! Thanks Debby! I can't imagine how many kinky things people have considered for such a sacred space. There's probably some super naughty ones!

      -Lex

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