Happy Sunday Lady Smutters. This week we’re here to please you with Kris Michaels’ guest post–an interview with Devon McCormack and a sexy snippet from his book, Jesse, from his BFF: Best Friend’s Father Series.
KRIS MICHAELS: Readers, it is my pleasure to introduce Devon McCormack! He is one of the authors I stalk. His books are H.O.T., and the stories carry that delicious hotness through a myriad of situations that hook you until the very last page. If you haven’t read his work, do yourself a favor and hop onto Amazon and pick up one of his stories. You will not regret it! Enough fangirling! To the interview!
Hi, Devon! Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed for Lady Smut’s blog. I have some questions listed. As you know, or I assume you know, I’m a huge fan of your work.
DEVON MCCORMACK: Thank you so much! I’m thrilled to be on the blog today!
KRIS MICHAELS: Please, tell us a little something about you.
DEVON MCCORMACK: Oh, Jesus, where to begin? I’m thirty in Grindr years, but that’s all I’m saying there. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my partner, who I affectionately dub as BF, and my little pooch, Brody. I’m an author, but the only thing my partner thinks I’m really writing is FB posts and comments all day long. LOL
KRIS MICHAELS: When was it that the thought struck you, ‘You know, I want to be a writer?’
DEVON MCCORMACK: I couldn’t tell you exactly when. I was writing as a kid, and I remember writing this really short story…I was probably like eight or nine…and I was like, “I need to get this published.” Of course, easier said than done. So I’ve been getting rejection slips from agents and publishers since way back then. And obviously, none of that was enough to discourage me.
KRIS MICHAELS: Do you write full time? What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
DEVON MCCORMACK: I am on my computer full-time, but I wish I could say that I was writing that much. 😉
As for my schedule, I typically wake up around 4-5AM, depending on how lazy I’m feeling. I might get up at like 5:30AM if I’m feeling sluggish. I’ll write from then to, say, 10AM. Then I have a long break until I hit the gym around 2PM. After that, I’ll write on until maybe 6 or 7PM. I take breaks, but I have a timer that I use to clock a certain number of hours. This is for my own solo work. If I have a collab going on at the same time with Riley Hart, then I have to do that during my day at some point as well.
KRIS MICHAELS: How long does it take you to write a book?
DEVON MCCORMACK: However long it takes. It varies, but I word-vomit the first draft and then go back and clean up the mess through extensive revisions, so not terribly long. I won’t let anything go beyond three months, though. If a book starts getting that difficult, it just needs to be tossed in the trash. Of course, if I felt like I was being productive and the project was going well but just taking a bit longer, I would pursue it. However, for me, a book usually doesn’t stretch out that long. I get very focused and just want to get to the end of the project as quickly as I can.
KRIS MICHAELS: When did you write your first book? What book was it? What did you learn writing it?
DEVON MCCORMACK: This is always an interesting question. I can never tell if people mean my first book ever or my first published book. If we’re going with that first novel, I was fifteen years old. It was this middle grade fantasy about a kid who enters this alternate world where he goes on all sorts of magical adventures, which was a ton of fun to write. I think the most important thing it taught me was that I could write a book from start to finish. It showed me that it just required a certain amount of discipline. Obviously I learned a lot of other things about creating characters, conveying information to a reader, and writing dialogue, but just knowing that I could get the damn thing done was a good first step.
After that, I have a drawer full of books that will never see the light of day. But my first published book I wrote back in 2012-2013. It was called Clipped, and it was just this crazy paranormal adventure where I did pretty much whatever I wanted. That taught me that sometimes I just need to say, “Fuck it,” and do my own thing, which is what I typically do when I’m writing. I can stress about people hating that stuff later on.
KRIS MICHAELS: What drew you to writing romance?
DEVON MCCORMACK: I’d always been a big romance reader, so I think it came very naturally. I worked at. Borders bookstore in college, and I would sneak Ellora’s Cave titles into the breakroom because those were just so delicious. They made me feel so naughty and deviant…and at the time, those covers were fucking wild.
But when I started writing, I was actually working on more erotic titles…with some young adult projects as well…go figure. I think it was like 2015 when I started to really get into romance. Mostly, that was because I had some personal things going on that made me want some HEAs in my life. It was such a wonderful experience, and I fell in love with how much I could delve into my characters and explore their relationships. People interest me, and romance is the perfect platform for analyzing the human condition…our insecurities, fears, weaknesses, values, strengths, and proclivities. Plus, I love sex in books, and I can write as much as I want in romance. 😉
KRIS MICHAELS: Where do you get your ideas for your books?
DEVON MCCORMACK: Usually, I’ll be thinking on some random thing and I’ll be like, “Ooh, that interests me!” Today, even while writing this, I got an idea for something that I can’t start on right at this moment, but just sort of reflecting on a situation in my life, this idea for these two guys came to me and I thought, “I can do something with this!”
KRIS MICHAELS: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
DEVON MCCORMACK: The threads that run through most, if not all, of them. They show what I’m interested in exploring and learning more about. For instance, mental illness is something I really like to write about. It’s something I personally enjoy researching, so it makes sense that it comes up often, but I don’t think I would have thought much about it if I hadn’t written enough books to be able to look back and notice that thread running through a lot of them.
And then there are little things. I’ll notice them in two or three books, and I’ll think, “Weird that there are these similarities between these projects. I wonder what that says about me?”
KRIS MICHAELS: What do you think makes a good story?
DEVON MCCORMACK: Something that keeps me, as a reader, engaged. I don’t know, though. A lot of that is about tastes. A story that engages me is awful to another reader, and a book someone else adores will be meh to me. I just want something that keeps me turning the pages.
KRIS MICHAELS: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
DEVON MCCORMACK: And when is this non-writing time happening? LOL I’m probably hitting the gym or going for a jog, because gotta get that shit in! (And I believe that about other areas of my life, too, but let’s not be dirty 😉 ). I don’t know…I like going out with friends or just binge-watching new music videos on Youtube. Nothing very exciting.
KRIS MICHAELS: How many books have you written?
DEVON MCCORMACK: Just enough. 😉
KRIS MICHAELS: In your writing career, what has been your biggest accomplishment?
DEVON MCCORMACK: I self-published my first novel, Clipped, and I would say taking that risk…that willingness to just go for it, is probably the moment I’m most proud of. I was obsessed with traditional publishing back then. I submitted every book to agents and publishers…to no avail. And to be willing to put myself out there, without the sanction of someone else saying what I’d created was good, that took a lot of pushing past mental demons. It wasn’t a particularly easy road after that, but I pushed on and I just kept facing the obstacles as they presented themselves, and I’m thrilled that I did.
KRIS MICHAELS: Have you ever had a moment where you sat back and looked at your accomplishments and felt content with where you are and what you are doing? If so, what was that moment?
DEVON MCCORMACK: I’m not a particularly content person, and I always feel like I’m moving on to the next thing before I have a chance to enjoy the thing that came before it. I’ve certainly had moments where I appreciated what was happening, but content…IDK…that feels like something I’ve never really felt about anything in my life. Occasionally, I might have three minutes where I’m in the middle of a particularly juicy sex scene, and I’ll stop and have this big smile on my face and think, “Damn, I’m lucky.” But that’s about it. Hahahaha.
A beach vacay with my best bud since college seems like the perfect opportunity to relax, catch some rays, and enjoy a couple of nights on the town. When I find a girl who’s eager to mess around with me, I figure I’ve got it made.
Then I meet the intense, hot-as-hell, tattooed Eric Westright, who wrecks my world…in the best possible way.
He awakens something within me-something that’s always been here, but that’s never pulled so powerfully…not until I looked into those solemn blue eyes and felt the red-hot spark of his touch.
There’s something about this chemistry that’s so intoxicating, and the more I get to know him, the harder it becomes for me to resist these impulses that overtake me-that leave me wanting him to show me what it feels like to have a man inside me.
I know he’s fighting too. It’s so wrong, but every kiss, every caress, every stroke feels so right. We shouldn’t act on these urges, but we can’t help ourselves.
First he claims my body, then he claims my heart.
And before I know it, I’m in too deep with my best friend’s father…
*BFF is a steamy romance, but one of the main characters has a painful past that may act as a trigger for some people. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the “Look Inside” preview or by downloading the sample. These triggers contain spoilers for the novel.
I glance myself over in the floor-length mirror, inspecting my profile to see how I look in the swimming trunks I’m wearing. I face forward, flexing my six-pack, appreciating the effort I made to lose a couple of pounds before our Puerto Vallarta vacation. It’s nice seeing the definition in my torso as well as some good bulk in my chest and biceps.
I run my hand through my dark-brown hair and then I hear, “Ooh, look who’s feeling conceited in that suit.”
Ty steps out of the changing room in a polka-dotted Speedo, surely noticing that I’m basically checking myself out in the mirror, something he’s done quite a few times since we got to the swimsuit designer’s boutique. We’ve been trying on different cuts and designs for close to half an hour, helping the designer, Julio, get an idea of the type of suit we want.
It’s kind of weird getting a designer swimsuit with Ty. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have half the clothes hanging in my closet, mainly because I’m not as interested in clothes shopping as he is.
“Whatever,” I say.
Ty comes up behind me and slaps my ass. “Looking good, looking good,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “It’s kind of girly,” I say, assessing the bright fuchsia suit.
“The girlier you wear, the more masculine you look,” Ty explains. “Trust me, it’s a thing.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I say as he inspects his ass in the Speedo he has on. The sunlight entering through the bay window shimmers off Ty’s sandy-blond hair, which matches the bit of scruff he’s grown since we’ve been on vacation. With killer abs he’s never had an issue maintaining with a sit-up here or there, I don’t deny he looks hot in the suit.
“That’s always been a thing,” he insists. “If you wear something that looks very feminine, then the odds are people are going to think you must be super masculine to be trying to pull it off.”
“Or assume I want a dick in my mouth,” I add.
Not that it would be entirely untrue or that I haven’t felt that way about guys in my life, but I don’t need to wear a fucking banner to let the world know I get a little confused about all that from time to time.
“He might have a point there,” Julio says with a smile as he folds his arms. He stands off to the side, watching us try on the suits, seeming to enjoy the show.
Ty shakes his head. “Whatever. Julio, I’m not loving this. What else you got?”
Here we go…
We try on a few more before we each buy one. Then we head back to Ty’s dad’s condo.
It’s a few miles from Julio’s swimsuit boutique, so we take a cab. As we get in, Ty’s phone pings, and he checks it.
“It’s Mandy,” he says, a sparkle in his eyes.
Last night, we ran into some college-age kids who are here for a couple of weeks, same as us. They were a fun group to get hammered with. Ty hit on this girl named Mandy while I chatted up her friend Dana.
“Oh really?” I ask. “And what does Mandy want?”
“She and her friends are having a party tonight at the house they’re renting.”
“You’re game?” he asks. “What the fuck do you mean you’re game? You can’t tell me you don’t want to get all up on Dana. I saw the way you were hitting on her.”
“She was nice, but I think you were a little more into Mandy than I was into Dana.”
He rolls his eyes. “Seriously. You need to relax and get some.”
“I’m not looking for that. I just finished things with Whitney, so the last thing I need right now is to be chasing girls around.”
“That’s definitely not the last thing you need.”
I chuckle. “Okay, I get what you mean, but, Ty, I’m enjoying being single.”
“The whole point of being single is that you get to have sex with whoever you want.”
“I don’t want to hook up,” I tell Ty.
“Come on. It’ll be like our Georgia Tech days.”
“Even back then, I wasn’t having sex like you were. I was going on dates. You remember what those are? Like actually getting to know girls? The whole pickup scene isn’t my thing.”
“You are too hot for that.”
“It’s called making a connection. Actually giving a shit about a person.”
“Whatever. Sounds boring to me.” Although, I can tell by the expression on his face that he’s just giving me a hard time. “But promise me you’ll get some action while you’re here. I don’t want to believe you wasted AMEX points and came all the way here from Atlanta just so you can get skin cancer and maybe a bacterial infection from drinking the water.”
I laugh. “Shut the fuck up.”
When we get back to his dad’s condo, as we walk through the front door, I’m blown away by the designer furnishings, decor, and artwork. Every time we step in, I’m reminded suddenly I’m in a rich person’s place.
On the other side of the living area, two sliding glass doors lead onto a balcony overlooking the bay. It’s the sort of place I would never be able to have access to if it wasn’t for Ty and his bougie life because of his family.
Not that I do badly with my job, but that’s not how I grew up—I was bouncing around from foster family to foster family, none of whom had a place even comparable to this. And it’s definitely not like my apartment now, so it’s a stark change from what I’ve always been used to.
“That’s weird,” Ty says. “I thought we hit the lights before we left.”
I’m not sure if he’s right, but as we look around, I hear a sound coming from inside one of the guest bedrooms.
“Eric, that you?” Ty asks.
We approach the bedroom, and I hear the sound of running water, which stops abruptly. A moment passes before someone comes around the corner from the bathroom.
I’ve never met Ty’s dad before. They didn’t even meet until Ty was sixteen, and from what Ty’s told me, their relationship isn’t the best. In fact, I think the only reason his dad lets him hang here is to make up for how he wasn’t there for him when he was a kid.
The guy looks like he’s in his early forties. He has a cut body, decorated with a dark, navy-colored sleeve tat that runs up his arm and across his left pec. The design is elaborate, though I can’t make out what it’s of. Jet-black hair, a stark contrast to Ty’s sandy-blond locks, falls across his forehead as it drips with water, which runs down his face, through a half an inch or so of neatly-groomed scruff that covers his sharp jawline.
He wraps a towel around his waist as he heads toward us, and for a moment—too brief a moment—I get a glimpse of his massive cock.
I can’t deny the stiffening erection in my jeans. He’s a hot man. It’s rare that I meet a guy I get the hots for, but he’s definitely one who gets me going, and I feel guilty as fuck that it’s with my best friend’s father.
Get your copy of Jesse now at Amazon.
Devon McCormack spends most of his time hiding in his lair, adventuring in paranormal worlds with his island of misfit characters. A good ole Southern boy, McCormack grew up in the Georgian suburbs with his two younger brothers and an older sister. At a very young age, he spun tales the old fashioned way, lying to anyone and everyone he encountered. He claimed he was an orphan. He claimed to be a king from another planet. He claimed to have supernatural powers. He has since harnessed this penchant for tall tales by crafting whole worlds where he can live out whatever fantasy he chooses.
Devon’s body of work ranges from erotica to young adult, so readers should check the synopses of his books before purchasing so that they know what they’re getting into.
You can find Devon on Facebook and Twitter.