Trevann Rogers (Author Interview)
April 30, 2016
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I’m Trevann, and I write, work, and live in New England. An interesting factoid about me: My favorite parts of the day are the hours after midnight, when the house is quiet and the moon casts a beautiful light. My affinity for these hours is probably related to my love of urban fantasy, the domain of Weres, vampires, witches and other creatures of the night. My newest–and first–book is House of the Rising Son, an LGBT urban fantasy romance.
What inspired you to write romance fiction?
Love is complex—who we are attracted to, the basis of that attraction, and the dance that we engage in to forge a connection—all involve complex behaviors and emotions that fascinate me. I wanted to tell stories that include all of the intricacies of love.
Some people love them, some hate them. What’s your stance on alpha heroes?
I am not a fan of the classic alpha male. I like my heroes to be strong, but they have to be vulnerable. Even if that vulnerability is never seen in their actions, I have to see it in their motives or their thoughts. The best example is Dean Winchester from Supernatural. He’s certainly strong and sexy and powerful. But he’s been broken by his experiences. He doesn’t think he deserves love but he craves it. I think this fracture in his self-concept makes him even sexier.
Tell us about your favorite hero from one of your stories. What do you love about him?
Cheyenne is my favorite and is my version of an alpha male. I love how deeply he loves his children. I love his sense of humor and that he really doesn’t try to hide his vulnerabilities. It doesn’t hurt that he is powerful, competent and sexy without trying, due only in part because he’s an incubus. The rest is just him.
What stories do you have in the works right now?
I have three books in the pipeline—a novella that is the prequel to House of the Rising Son, the sequel to the same, and a young adult urban fantasy. The novella should be released soon.
Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addition to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.
Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.
Alexander’s future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who’d be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He’s barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.
As Cheyenne’s musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can’t let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who’s not sure if he’s falling for the incubus or the rocker.
Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.
While waiting for their drinks, Alexander studied the deep grooves carved into the table, trying to ignore the friction of Cheyenne’s thigh rubbing against his as the musician tapped a heel to the thump of the DJ’s music. Once the drinks arrived, Alexander downed half the bottle before he realized Cheyenne’s large green eyes were staring at him.
“So where’s your girl, Prudhomme? I mean, Prune Danish. No, wait…”
“Prudish. I mean, Prudence,” Alexander sputtered.
Cheyenne’s eyes sparkled. “No, you got it right the first time. Where is she?”
He shrugged. “Home, I guess.”
Cheyenne cocked his head. “Oh, really?” He put his hand on Alexander’s leg. “What’s up? You can tell me.”
“It’s not working out.” Alexander dragged his teeth over his lower lip. “It’s my fault.” He couldn’t keep his attraction to Cheyenne out of his voice. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
Cheyenne put his thumb to his lip and paused. “It’s like the drink.”
Alexander tilted his head, not sure he heard correctly. “The drink?”
“Yeah, that nasty bourbon. I bet your father drinks it. Your uncles. All your friends. Everybody, right?”
He didn’t answer, but waited for Cheyenne to continue.
“It was just expected that you’d drink it too. So you did.” His hand moved up Alexander’s thigh. “But now, maybe it’s okay to drink what you like. A different brand, a better vintage. Because you want it. Because it tastes better.” Cheyenne licked his lips. “Because it feels right.”
Alexander cleared his throat and brushed his lap, pushing Cheyenne’s hand away. “I can’t.”
“If you change your mind, let me know.”
“You don’t understand. It’s not that easy. My whole life will change.”
“It already has.”