Please welcome Jet Mykles to the blog, author of the Heaven Sent series(and many, many others). Thank you for agreeing to answer my nosy questions and share them with everyone visiting today.

Q: To begin, please share which genre(s) you write in…
A: I’ve almost written the gamut of pairings: m/f, m/m, m/m/f, m/f/m. I even have one book with an f/f scene in it although I’ve yet to write a full f/f story. I’ve written fantasy, contemporary, paranormal and futuristic.

Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: I’ve been writing for my own amusement for much of my life. Pretty much since I knew how to string words together. I wrote my first complete book back in 1994 but that one’s still on the backburner after a few rejections. My first published story was in 2005, Dark Elves I: Taken at Loose Id.

Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: Hard to say. I think DE1: Taken will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first. Purgatory, the second book in the Heaven Sent series is also a favorite, as is Tech Support. Of course, the one I just submitted which has yet to be published — Two Man Team — might be in the running. I enjoyed that story.

Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: Sort of. I can write anywhere but my problem is getting distracted by other people. So, usually, a quiet room with my laptop if where I get the good stuff done.

Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: I’m not sure. My idea of “strange” is off. All of the inspiration that I can recall for my stories seems perfectly normal to me anymore.

Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Write! When you’re done with a manuscript, start another one. While you’re promoting one, write another one. Doesn’t have to be a sequel, doesn’t have to be in the same genre. The more you write, the better you get. The more books you have out, the more potential sales. The more books a reader can read of yours that s/he likes, the more they’re likely to read. Also, free stories are some of the best promotion. Gives readers a taste of your style, which makes them more comfortable in paying for the books for sale.

Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: At the moment, I have a part time EDJ and another part-time web job.

Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I currently have hot pink and grape purple hair.

Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?
A: Fuck. Lovely word and so flexible. You can use it for almost anything and it makes you bite your bottom lip.

Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
A: No. I’ve been coveting a tattoo for years but I’ve never gotten myself into a shop to do the deed.

Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?
A: Real people? John Taylor of Duran Duran. Johnny Depp. Derek (sp?) from Dancing With The Stars.

Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: A new house.

Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: Cleaning the bathroom.

Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: Turkey. Pizza.

Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: Too many to name. Favorite books include the Valdemar series by Mercedes Lackey and the Dragon Prince series by Melanie Rawn. Movies: Pirates of the Carribean, Robin Hood Prince of Theives (Alan Rickman!), Blazing Saddles, Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (so very bad but so very fun!), Grosse Point Blank… I could go on.

Q: If you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: I would if I could but I just started so there’s not much to tell. I’ve been waffling between a few stories, in fact, but I think I finally settled on Leashed 4, which might be titled A Different Kind of Leash. This’d be a continuation of my Leashed series. Meg, Michael, Rudy and now Logan have some other adventures to get up to. I’m still working out the details.

Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)
A: The last one to come out is called Just For You. It was a fun one to write, born out of a silly first scene that I happen to adore. I’ve gotten some nice reaction to it. Mainly, people like Justin, my flamboyant hero. I can’t say that I blame them

Just For You at Loose Id
http://www.loose-id.com/Just-for-You.aspx

BLURB:

Justin falls for Kevin the instant they pass each other on a sidewalk. Only, Kevin’s not gay. The higher ups at Kevin’s company are gay, however, and Kevin’s accidental meeting with Justin gives him an idea how to get around his controlling female supervisor. If he can gain access to the top men at an exclusive gay club, he might be able to finally share his ideas.
Justin instantly agrees to be his date, despite the obvious heartbreak that’s headed his way for going out with a straight man. At the club, Kevin gets a chance to meet the company owner, Victor Chen, and the man seems interested… both in his ideas and his date.
Kevin can’t deny his attraction to Justin, but he’s not gay. Right? He should step aside and let Justin have a chance to date Victor, who’s gorgeous, rich, and shares Justin’s interest in fashion. Despite his internal struggles, he really wants to explore their growing bond. Justin is certainly game, but a part of him knows they can’t have a future together…can they?

Excerpt

©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“…and then I…” Justin stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing two chatting women to split up to go around him. Ignoring their mild glares as they passed, he stared blindly over the plastic lid of his coffee cup, wondering if he’d just seen what he thought he’d seen.
Ahead, Frank kept walking a few steps before realizing he was alone. He spun, the spikes of his highlighted hair refusing to move in the mild breeze that kept the sunny street somewhat cool. “Hey?”
Justin heard him but couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge the words. He snapped around, eagerly searching for… Oh yes! The hind view of the vision of loveliness that had just passed by him. Slightly rumpled charcoal slacks loosely framed a fine little derriere, and an equally rumpled ice gray button-down dress shirt draped slim shoulders. Waved hair the color of good French Roast almost brushed said shoulders.
“Justin, what are you…?”
Barely hearing his friend, Justin raced back down the sidewalk, nearly spilling his coffee in his rush to catch up to a wet dream come to life. He almost ran over a guy on Rollerblades and just avoided getting wrapped up in a microdog’s leash, but he finally made it to the vision’s side. He reached out to wrap a hand around an arm. Nice, he thought, feeling the biceps. Slim but firm.
Said vision halted and twisted his graceful neck over and up to face Justin.
Oh. My. God! Innocently seductive brown eyes kind of focused on Justin from beneath sinfully full black lashes. Confused eyes blinked up at him, positively enchanting. Elegant and sleek, just like the rest of him. Latino somewhere in his lineage, judging by facial features and gold skin tone. There was a childlike purity in that face even though he had to be in his midtwenties, at least. Justin wanted to devour the generous lips that parted in surprise.
“I’ve just fallen in love with you,” Justin declared, cradling his coffee cup to his chest as he kept hold on the vision’s arm. “What is your name, and please tell me you’re gay?”
“Justin!” Frank caught up with him, grabbing the wrist of the hand that had a grip on the vision’s arm. Frank tugged, but Justin wouldn’t let go. “Justin, please, you’re annoying the nice man.”
Justin blinked at the dumbstruck object of his attention as the breeze puffed a lock of shiny dark hair across the man’s brow. “Nice man, please tell me your name so I know who to dream about tonight.”
“Justin!” Frank scolded, prying at his fingers.
Reluctantly, since the vision didn’t seem to be responding in kind, Justin let Frank remove his hand. But he kept eye contact.
“Please excuse him,” Frank said, yanking Justin away. “He’s not right in the head.”
“How can I be in the face of such beauty?” Justin protested, stumbling backward as Frank tugged.
Said beauty blinked slowly, his gorgeous pink lips still parted in shock.
“I work down the street at Juster’s. It’s a men’s boutique.” Justin wanted to cry. “Come find me, Prince Charming. Please!”
The vision blinked again, closed his mouth, and turned away.
Justin sobbed dramatically, watching a fine ass in shapeless slacks retreat. “There goes the love of my life.”
Frank snorted, forcibly turning Justin toward the intersection so he wouldn’t have to drag him anymore. “You’re a complete nutcase.”
Justin sighed and sipped his coffee. “I know. But you gotta go with your instincts, right?”
“Your instincts are going to get you killed one of these days.”
Justin waved his hand and avoided a group of chatting businessmen. “I’ve gotten beat up over it before. That’s nothing new.” He hummed dreamily as they stopped to wait for the light. “But he was pretty, wasn’t he?”
“He was that,” Frank admitted, pressing the Walk button.
Justin glanced back, but the vision was long gone. “Not gay, though, huh?”
“Not in the least.”
“Damn.”

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To learn more about Jet Mykles, please visit http://www.jetmykles.com.