March 16, 2014

JC Wallace: Curiosity Killed Shaney

Hi, everyone! I want to thank Chris for inviting me! Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.

This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away. At the end of this post, you will be a link to enter to win! Check in at for links to all of the blogs and you can enter as much as you like!

JC on Developing Curiosity Killed Shaney

First, can you tell us about your writing background?
When I was a kid, I wrote poetry and song lyrics and short stories. In my and very early twenties, I actually finished something like, three book length stories, but I never sought to publish. Those were focused on YA and definitely het in focus. When kids and college came, I put the writing away until a couple of years ago. My first submission was last September to Love Lane’s Christmas Delights Anthology, a short story called, Waiting for Snow, which was accepted and was well received.

We hear this is your first published novel. How did you come up with the concept for the story?
I get my ideas from everywhere and anywhere. Shaney started from the statement, “Someday your curiosity will get the better of you.” I have no clue if I heard someone say it or read it at the time, but I was prompted to write it in my idea file.

From there I used “What ifs...” to develop it further. Here is the original list I did for Curiosity Killed Shaney:

What if...?
  • You were curious to the point of doing things others wouldn't think to do
  • You had to figure out stuff no one cared about
  • People were tired of your curiosity and ignored it
  • What if it got you into trouble because you didn't think first
  • You were driven to curiosity - it was an addiction
  • your curiosity led you to discover you weren't who you thought you were
  • Your curiosity led you to find out people aren't who you thought they were
  • You found someone you thought was dead wasn't
  • People thought you had some weird kind of mental illness or were stupid because of it
  • You hurt a lot because of your curiosity
  • It’s not because of dares - no, it’s only what appeals to you
  • Your curiosity had brought you to the attention of the police
  • What if one of those police officers was hot and you embarrassed yourself in front of him and then puked on his shoes
  • What if you got to know him and then everything went to shit and he was the only one who believed you
  • You pay attention to things most people ignore - noises, strange people, events,

How did you come up with the title Curiosity Killed Shaney?
I would love to tell you how that came about but I can’t remember. I believe I chose the name Shaney first. One thing I do when developing a story plot is to think of the worst thing that could happen. In this scenario, I thought the worst would be if your curiosity actually killed you... kinda like that cat! So why not throw it in the title!

How did the story come to be published?
I had probably written half of it and had the rest pretty well plotted out in my head. I had joined many writing groups on Yahoo and found one that had pitch days for stories. I did a synopsis and pitched it to a publisher who told me they didn’t take partial manuscripts. That post was seen by someone at R&P who sent me a message telling me to submit my synopsis and the first three chapters so I did. Within 2 days, Viktor emailed me contract. Then I got nervous because I had to finish it! Which I did and here it is published!

Tomorrow, I will be visiting the blog of Tali Spencer and blogging more about developing Curiosity Killed Shaney. Hope to see you all there!

Blurb: Shaney's curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?


How old are you?” Shaney asked. The silence was driving him batty.
The side of Hudson’s jaw twitched. “Twenty-six.”
And Hudson. Is that like Rock Hudson or the Hudson River?
Another flinch of that muscle but that movement wasn’t an angry twitch. The man couldn’t be nervous, could he?
Hudson River.”
Cool. Named after a river. I think I was named after a three-year-old. Is your middle name River?”
Does anyone call you Huds for short?”
And those were the last words they spoke to each other until they reached the cabin.
As the trees thinned, the one-story fishing cabin came into view. Not as eerie as Shaney had pictured in his head. The green paint was weathered and a few shingles were missing, but overall the building was well-maintained. The windows were the old metal frame kind with single panes of glass. Definitely a summer cabin. Winters in the Adirondacks got down right bitter, often dipping into the double-digit negative numbers. Shaney hated the cold as much as his balls did. Hibernation was his winter activity of choice. This, of course, made the other natives scoff since the area was all about winter sports. They were less than thirty minutes from the Olympic Village of Lake Placid. Maybe if they had something exciting, like Extreme Ice Fishing, Shaney could be drawn out of his warm apartment, if only for the entertainment value. He envisioned ice fisherman sitting on their buckets while skiers pulled behind snowmobiles zigged and zagged around them. One missed zag and fishermen, poles, and fish would all go flying.
Shaney looked up to see Hudson scowling; jaw clenched tight, dark eyes glaring. Man, had anyone ever looked that annoyed with Shaney?
Care to join me?” He growled.
Sure,” Shaney said and followed until the man stopped short. Shaney’s sneaker slid in the mud and he tried to stop, but his body plastered itself to Hudson’s backside. Shaney’s arms automatically wrapped tight around Hudson’s waist to steady his legs.
Oh, hells bells, this feels so good. The heat from Hudson went straight to Shaney’s groin and for just a second Shaney breathed in leather and earth and sweat. When his brain caught up, Shaney jumped back as if his body had come into contact with a hot surface.
Hot is right, he thought as his sneakers slipped again, and he ended up sprawled on his back in the mud. Without hesitation, Hudson reached down and grabbed Shaney’s wrist, yanking him upright.
Hudson surveyed Shaney from head to toe and Shaney felt every inch as a caress. Why did Hudson make Shaney squirm in his skin, make him desire the feel of the strong man over him, under him, behind him…anyway he could get him? After only two hours with the plaid-covered hunk, Shaney’s sexual tension had risen to levels that were about to blow his heads off—all three of them.
Suddenly, Hudson’s jaw unclenched and his eyes lightened. Even his shoulders relaxed. Shaney’s breath caught at the soft openness gazing down at him. Butterflies beat furiously in the pit of Shaney’s stomach. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Hudson’s eyes intently followed the movement. Slowly, he lifted his hand toward Shaney’s face. Was he going to touch Shaney? Yes, touch me. Shaney wanted to step closer and nuzzle his cheek into that palm. A slight hesitation of his hand, a flicker of something in Hudson’s eyes, and Shaney froze. Hudson’s hand continued up and a light brush of fingertips across the bump on his scalp sent shivers zinging down Shaney’s spine. There wasn’t enough air.
Does it hurt?” Hudson asked in a low, rough voice as he watched his own fingers stroking Shaney’s head.
Please, don’t ever stop.
Not too much anymore. I guess if I knocked it again, probably.” Shaney’s gaze never left Hudson’s face. How rare was that open honesty?
Hudson’s eyes flicked down to meet Shaney’s and for one perfect moment, Shaney stopped thinking. But as quick as a rabbit fleeing a fox, Hudson’s hand snapped back and the tension that had been momentarily absent, now filled Hudson’s face.

Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!
Shaney is so excited about his story being told that he is giving away some great prizes!
P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!
1- $25 Amazon Gift Card
2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks
2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts
3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs
2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards

You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!

About JC Wallace

I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY


  1. Great interview! Thank you Chris and JC Hugs!

  2. Shorty Chelle3/16/2014 2:12 PM

    Awesome interview. Loved it.

  3. Really intriguing excerpt!