Welcome author Havan Fellows

I'd like to welcome Havan Fellows to my blog.  Let's find out more about her book "Wicked Solutions"

Hello *waves to all* and thanks for having me today Lily *air kisses my wonderful hostess* Wow, I've never been here before...this place is snazzy! Soooooooo...oh introductions! My name is Havan Fellows and I'm a writer—well at least that's what I call myself. Huh? *leans closer* what do others call me, you ask? Well I wouldn't be a lady if I said those things here...*winks and smirks*

Seriously though, I've had the privilege of being a part of the great group The Story Orgy, being published with Breathless Press and now my newest venture that I'd like to pimp out to you is called Pulp Friction...

What? I'm not supposed to ramble on about myself? Questions? Oh...*blushes* yes...yes I was supposed to answer a few questions...oops...okay here we go :)

How long have you been writing?

All my life, but only for a couple years for other people's consumption...I'm a late bloomer I guess...lol

What is your favorite genre to write?

My favorite is to bounce around. I have a great contemporary series out called m/m Synchronous Seductions which I adore...but I'm also loving my m/m fantasy series Wish Me Nothing...it's like everything else—you need diversity to spice things up...

What are you working on now?

I've got a few things on many different burners—only problem is I suck at cooking so something is bound to get burned *winks* I'm working on the next Wick book and another anthology short for The Story Orgy...it's good to keep busy...um...right? *heads desk giggling*

When you start a new story do you begin with character or plot?

The characters are extremely active in my head...as I attest to in my flash fiction Writing is a Socially Acceptable Form of Schizophrenia...so I'd have to say character...but you know there are no absolutes in life—so this answer can change without warning...lol

Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

My latest release is Wicked Solutions and it formed in my mind when a friend approached the idea of writing edgy mystery/suspense shorts from older days that were commonly known as pulp fiction...and I must tell you—Wick Templeton is definitely edgy and suspenseful...also a whole heap of fun to write and I hope read :)

Wicked Solutions

Sometimes the only way for justice to prevail is to get a little Wicked...

Blurb:
People who call him know the deal. He'll solve their problems, but he'll do it his way. That's the only way Wick Templeton plays the game. His years on the force and connections to all types of specialists put him in a league of his own. That's how he intends to keep it.

An ex-boyfriend in need puts Wick on a path that crosses that of Ned Harris, a stranger who proves to be a worthy adversary.

Wick's simple agenda gets a little more complicated. Item one: Clear his ex's name. Item two: unmask the enigma that is Ned Harris.

It's a good agenda. Too bad Wick can't seem to stick to it.

You can find Wicked Solutions at All Romancee-books & Amazon

Excerpt:
Wick whistled while he worked, clicking on different files in Neer's computer and copy/saving them onto the brand new flash drive he had brought with him. Most of the files would end up being worthless, but he wouldn't chance missing the right one because he didn't want to transfer them all over.

"Would you mind not whistling that shit?"

Wick didn't even bother looking up, he could tell from his periphery vision that the big brute still sat proper in the chair. "Oh sorry, was that bothering you?" He licked his lips and when he blew between them the theme song for It's a Small World took flight.

"Just kill me now."

"I don't take requests. Now less talking please, I'm concentrating." He continued whistling his little ditty while he finished the last of the transfers.

He reached into his pocket for his second flash drive when he noticed a link on the M drive that he could've sworn wasn't there before. He clicked on it...nothing. He moved the mouse over it again and double clicked...still nothing.

"Say, Cliffy dah-ling. What's so special about the M drive?"

"Go to hell, fuckwad."

"Okay, that's a tad unwarranted." But it wasn't the words that got Wick's interest piqued. No, he already guessed Neer wasn't a poet. The way his back stiffened when asked about the M drive, now that interested Wick.

He messed around trying to find a back door for this elusive drive, but no go. Finally he just put his pointer over it and clicked repeatedly out of frustration.

It opened up to a password protected file.

"Well fuck me, that really does work?" He chuckled as he searched the obvious places on the desk just in case Neer's denseness equaled Brad's. Unfortunately, Neer didn't leave a handy dandy sticky note with passwords stuck anywhere. Well, this was as far as he could go without asking for help. He curled his lip up to the right, he hated asking for help.

"Hey Cliffy, wanna play a game?"

He twirled the chair so he faced the back of Neer's head and propped his feet on the desk.

"Go to hell, fuc—"

Wick raised his voice over Neer's, "There are five main swear words that are frequently used in the English language to hurt people's feelings. When used with lesser cuss words you can procure hundreds of derogatory names. When combined to make compound words your options go into the thousands, even higher if you aren't particularly worried about the grammar Nazis. If you insist on insulting me I'm going to have to ask that you change it up each time. It keeps our romance alive, keeps the spark in our relationship.

"So now, about our game. I've got a silencer in my bag here. I'm about to equip it on my gun right here in my hand." He held up the gun, when Neer attempted to look he stopped him. "What are you doing? No turning around. I really do have a silencer. You'll have to have a little faith in your dance partner on this one. Now, I'm going to ask you a few simple questions. If you answer them correctly all is well. If you don't; I shoot. Let's say, oh I don't know...I'll begin about a foot away from you, but each time I don't get the answer I want my aim will target a little closer...and yada yada yada. Get the gist of it?"