Chasing Sunrise

on Jul 17, 2014 by Lex Chase

ChasingSunrise_BlogTour_SHello, everyone! I’m Lex Chase and a big thank you for Michael hosting me today! You would not believe how long it took us to coordinate the logistics! There were threats of bodily harm! I swear! Here we are on stop number two on the Chasing Sunrise Blog Tour!

Chasing Sunrise is a tale near and dear to my heart. It’s a paranormal urban fantasy with my take on vampires and shifters, but it’s truly a story about domestic violence. The main character, Sevon, is trapped in a lifelong abusive relationship and fears he will never escape. Until a twist of fate provides just that chance. Sevon is determined find love on his own terms and learn he is worthy of being loved. As a domestic violence survivor from a lesbian relationship, I hope it resonates with readers.

Over on Chris T. Kat’s blog, I talked about the cover about Sevon and his highly androgynous ways. You can read more about that here!

Today, I’m talking about where the pre-sales are going, and how they almost didn’t go anywhere.

Until the release day of July 25th, all of the pre-sale royalties are going to the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center’s Domestic Violence Service. You can read more about them here!

I fess up I was having a self-conscious moment. In the recent wave of Facebook posts of people tired with getting spammed with adds to buy someone’s book, or join this blitz, or come to this chat, I grew hesitant if I should say anything at all. Even when Chasing Sunrise hit pre-sales I didn’t even make a single peep on my blog about it for fear of spamming. Here I was, trying to support an awesome cause, one seriously important to me, and I was worried about turning potential readers off. Yes. That’s pretty much what happened.

On July 13th, in a moment of fear of being laughed right off the face of the internet, I sent out the call to every source I had. I then went to bed, thinking nothing would happen, thinking I made a fool of myself. Depressed about it that I was going to pretty much give the LA Center a check for less than 20 bucksóI wish I was making that upóI checked my phone in the bleariness of getting on with my day… And the internet exploded.

Tweets, Facebook Posts, Blogs, Emails, mountains upon mountains of emails asking for more information. They asked me to write a few words about my experiences, or asked me to write a quick little something for newsletters. People I didn’t even know tweeting and Facebooking because a friend of a friend of a friend mentioned it. The most stunning thing is people I thought I was destined to never get along with, or didn’t even know I existed, not only bought copies, but promoted the book as well.

It was quite a wacky few days. And here I thought I was going to have a normal weekend of doing the third round of edits of another series I have starting up, and then put in some much needed words on Chasing Sunrise’s sequel Glass Moon. So much for that!

Is this what it’s like to go viral? I have to say it’s been a pretty wild ride!

At the end of the day, the message is clear. If you or someone you know is a survivor of domestic violence, or someone that’s being abused, let them know someone out there gets it. Someone out there understands. And that they will see the light again. Give them this book, my humble offering. Or consider donating to the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center directly!

Chasing Sunrise

On the Coastal Bend of Texas, a hidden kingdom called Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Using Sevon as a mouthpiece and a scapegoat, Lord Dominic rules from the shadows. Sevon copes with the unrelenting abuse by dressing in women’s finery and casting an image of graceful nobility. Born of royal verkolai blood and as beautiful as he is lethal, he possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift is his chance to escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous land of Priagust. Only a select few know the mythic kingdom of shifters exists. Sevon is out of options for his people’s survival, and cooperating with Dominic is his only chance. On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men kidnap and interrogate a shifter named Jack. Even under torture, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But as Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s king and its history unsettles Sevon, a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame Sevon’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom. As invasion looms, Sevon wonders if trusting Jack will lead him into another trap or if he should forget about chasing the sunrise and remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner. 100% of the presale royalties of this book will go to Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center’s Domestic Violence Service.

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Excerpt

The chill of the metal bucket had long since numbed Sevonís hands. He took another breath. He had to do this. He had no choice but to go through with it. He bit his lip and mentally repeated Jack was the enemy, Jack was just like any other man. Jack was a man who preyed upon men like him. Jack intended to kill him.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Sevon upended the bucket of ice water over Jackís sleeping head.

Jack coughed and sputtered, consciousness returned to him in a hard-hitting rush. His shackles rattled and creaked. Sevon waited patiently as Jack fought the unrelenting wave of temperature shock. Jack turned his soggy head upward and looked at him. Sevon fought to keep his expression cold as Jack chuckled in a shuddering laugh. He croaked hoarsely, ìWell, if it isnít the little meadowlarkÖ.î

Sevon considered his set of tools on the small wooden table. They were well maintained in comparison to Dominicís set. Dominic had them made just for Sevonís boyish hands and gave them the royal touch with studs of diamonds, sapphires, and inlaid with filigree.

Itís just a game, Sevon reminded himself. The object of the game was for him to appear more intimidating than Jack. The intimidation part commonly worked. Sevon had never had to draw blood in exchange for the truth before. Dominic made it look easy. Easy but horrific. This time, it was different. This time, the creature had tried to kill him, and when he searched his mind, Sevon found only a foggy void where the incident would beóand a sense of desire.

The idea sickened him.

Sevon had to make himself the bigger monster. He had to be ready for what came next. He couldnít make his heart stop racing. Sevonís fingers glided over his instruments, trying to decide what to try first. The pliers? Maybe not. The razors and salt? Too soon for that. The flask of mercury? Oh, come now, heís no good to the kingdom dead! Possibly the skewers are the best choice. Yes.

Sevon delicately rolled a metal skewer between his fingertips. ìWeíre going to have a little chat. The more you cooperate, the more you get into my good graces,î he purred.

Jack laughed against the rawness in his throat. ìYour loverís poor excuse for sadists already had a round on me. I think I made one of them cryÖ. Iíd have to apologize about the nose of the other.î

Sevon regarded his prisoner coolly and gathered three skewers. ìBroke his nose, did you?î he asked, as if they were discussing the weather. If he could keep his thoughts disassociated from what was unfolding, Sevon would get through this momentary unpleasantness.

Jack spat out a lock of greasy hair and grinned. He looked up at Sevon, the blackened blood of an aisa caked around his mouth. ìMore like bit it off,î he said, adding his observation, ìYou creatures taste like fermented clay. Thanks for the water. I needed a drink.î

Sevon maintained his aloof air, but his stomach lurched at the state of Jackís appearance. Old bruises had faded and were overlaid with new ones that, despite the size of the marks, didnít appear terribly severe. Old blood, sweat, and grime painted trailing fingers down his wiry body. They had done away with his clothing as well as his dignity in the dungeon. While bound in chains, he had no place to relive himself save where he stood. They had treated him like a beast. A mongrel that only deserved beatings.

Sevon knew that sensation all too well. He knew this cell intimately. Dominic was taunting him by putting Jack in the very cell where Sevon was sent to be taught obedience. Sevon blinked away his concern, despite the bile rising in his throat. He forced himself not to pay attention to the smell of filth.

Sevon considered where to apply the skewers first. The toenails seemed like a good idea. After all, Dominic had done it to him months ago as part of his training regimen. Dominic had wanted to teach him a better appreciation of the prisonerís pain. As Sevon observed Jackís roughly callused foot and thick toenails, his own toes flexed in his boot at the hazy memory of agony. Sevon wasnít sure about shifter physiology; maybe it would get a reaction, maybe it wouldnít. Losing a toenail was bound to ruin anyoneís year.

ìWhat happened in Priagust, Jack?î Sevon asked the foot.

Jack feebly tried to jerk his foot out of Sevonís reach. ìBy Diana, do we really have to be like this?î Jack whined as Sevon tapped the skewer into position.

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About Lex Chase

Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, ìWeíre all going to die, Iím just trying to make it a little more interesting.î She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting. Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic loveóand depending on how she feels that dayóLex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if youíre going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love. Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldnít last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending. Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed ìThe Next Alan Mooreî by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the íburbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and sheíd be a popsicle. She is grateful and humbled for all the readers. She knows very well she wouldnít be here if it wasnít for them and welcomes feedback.

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Chasing Sunrise Blog Tour

ChasingSunrise_BlogTour_SHello, everyone! I’m Lex Chase and a big thank you for Michael hosting me today! You would not believe how long it took us to coordinate the logistics! There were threats of bodily harm! I swear! Here we are on stop number two on the Chasing Sunrise Blog Tour!

Chasing Sunrise is a tale near and dear to my heart. It’s a paranormal urban fantasy with my take on vampires and shifters, but it’s truly a story about domestic violence. The main character, Sevon, is trapped in a lifelong abusive relationship and fears he will never escape. Until a twist of fate provides just that chance. Sevon is determined find love on his own terms and learn he is worthy of being loved. As a domestic violence survivor from a lesbian relationship, I hope it resonates with readers.

Over on Chris T. Kat’s blog, I talked about the cover about Sevon and his highly androgynous ways. You can read more about that here!

Today, I’m talking about where the pre-sales are going, and how they almost didn’t go anywhere.

Until the release day of July 25th, all of the pre-sale royalties are going to the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center’s Domestic Violence Service. You can read more about them here!

I fess up I was having a self-conscious moment. In the recent wave of Facebook posts of people tired with getting spammed with adds to buy someone’s book, or join this blitz, or come to this chat, I grew hesitant if I should say anything at all. Even when Chasing Sunrise hit pre-sales I didn’t even make a single peep on my blog about it for fear of spamming. Here I was, trying to support an awesome cause, one seriously important to me, and I was worried about turning potential readers off. Yes. That’s pretty much what happened.

On July 13th, in a moment of fear of being laughed right off the face of the internet, I sent out the call to every source I had. I then went to bed, thinking nothing would happen, thinking I made a fool of myself. Depressed about it that I was going to pretty much give the LA Center a check for less than 20 bucksóI wish I was making that upóI checked my phone in the bleariness of getting on with my day… And the internet exploded.

Tweets, Facebook Posts, Blogs, Emails, mountains upon mountains of emails asking for more information. They asked me to write a few words about my experiences, or asked me to write a quick little something for newsletters. People I didn’t even know tweeting and Facebooking because a friend of a friend of a friend mentioned it. The most stunning thing is people I thought I was destined to never get along with, or didn’t even know I existed, not only bought copies, but promoted the book as well.

It was quite a wacky few days. And here I thought I was going to have a normal weekend of doing the third round of edits of another series I have starting up, and then put in some much needed words on Chasing Sunrise’s sequel Glass Moon. So much for that!

Is this what it’s like to go viral? I have to say it’s been a pretty wild ride!

At the end of the day, the message is clear. If you or someone you know is a survivor of domestic violence, or someone that’s being abused, let them know someone out there gets it. Someone out there understands. And that they will see the light again. Give them this book, my humble offering. Or consider donating to the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center directly!


Chasing Sunrise

On the Coastal Bend of Texas, a hidden kingdom called Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Using Sevon as a mouthpiece and a scapegoat, Lord Dominic rules from the shadows. Sevon copes with the unrelenting abuse by dressing in women’s finery and casting an image of graceful nobility. Born of royal verkolai blood and as beautiful as he is lethal, he possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift is his chance to escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous land of Priagust. Only a select few know the mythic kingdom of shifters exists. Sevon is out of options for his people’s survival, and cooperating with Dominic is his only chance. On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men kidnap and interrogate a shifter named Jack. Even under torture, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But as Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s king and its history unsettles Sevon, a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame Sevon’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom. As invasion looms, Sevon wonders if trusting Jack will lead him into another trap or if he should forget about chasing the sunrise and remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner. 100% of the presale royalties of this book will go to Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center’s Domestic Violence Service.


Excerpt from Chasing Sunrise:

The chill of the metal bucket had long since numbed Sevonís hands. He took another breath. He had to do this. He had no choice but to go through with it. He bit his lip and mentally repeated Jack was the enemy, Jack was just like any other man. Jack was a man who preyed upon men like him. Jack intended to kill him.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Sevon upended the bucket of ice water over Jackís sleeping head.

Jack coughed and sputtered, consciousness returned to him in a hard-hitting rush. His shackles rattled and creaked. Sevon waited patiently as Jack fought the unrelenting wave of temperature shock. Jack turned his soggy head upward and looked at him. Sevon fought to keep his expression cold as Jack chuckled in a shuddering laugh. He croaked hoarsely, ìWell, if it isnít the little meadowlarkÖ.î

Sevon considered his set of tools on the small wooden table. They were well maintained in comparison to Dominicís set. Dominic had them made just for Sevonís boyish hands and gave them the royal touch with studs of diamonds, sapphires, and inlaid with filigree.

Itís just a game, Sevon reminded himself. The object of the game was for him to appear more intimidating than Jack. The intimidation part commonly worked. Sevon had never had to draw blood in exchange for the truth before. Dominic made it look easy. Easy but horrific. This time, it was different. This time, the creature had tried to kill him, and when he searched his mind, Sevon found only a foggy void where the incident would beóand a sense of desire.

The idea sickened him.

Sevon had to make himself the bigger monster. He had to be ready for what came next. He couldnít make his heart stop racing. Sevonís fingers glided over his instruments, trying to decide what to try first. The pliers? Maybe not. The razors and salt? Too soon for that. The flask of mercury? Oh, come now, heís no good to the kingdom dead! Possibly the skewers are the best choice. Yes.

Sevon delicately rolled a metal skewer between his fingertips. ìWeíre going to have a little chat. The more you cooperate, the more you get into my good graces,î he purred.

Jack laughed against the rawness in his throat. ìYour loverís poor excuse for sadists already had a round on me. I think I made one of them cryÖ. Iíd have to apologize about the nose of the other.î

Sevon regarded his prisoner coolly and gathered three skewers. ìBroke his nose, did you?î he asked, as if they were discussing the weather. If he could keep his thoughts disassociated from what was unfolding, Sevon would get through this momentary unpleasantness.

Jack spat out a lock of greasy hair and grinned. He looked up at Sevon, the blackened blood of an aisa caked around his mouth. ìMore like bit it off,î he said, adding his observation, ìYou creatures taste like fermented clay. Thanks for the water. I needed a drink.î

Sevon maintained his aloof air, but his stomach lurched at the state of Jackís appearance. Old bruises had faded and were overlaid with new ones that, despite the size of the marks, didnít appear terribly severe. Old blood, sweat, and grime painted trailing fingers down his wiry body. They had done away with his clothing as well as his dignity in the dungeon. While bound in chains, he had no place to relive himself save where he stood. They had treated him like a beast. A mongrel that only deserved beatings.

Sevon knew that sensation all too well. He knew this cell intimately. Dominic was taunting him by putting Jack in the very cell where Sevon was sent to be taught obedience. Sevon blinked away his concern, despite the bile rising in his throat. He forced himself not to pay attention to the smell of filth.

Sevon considered where to apply the skewers first. The toenails seemed like a good idea. After all, Dominic had done it to him months ago as part of his training regimen. Dominic had wanted to teach him a better appreciation of the prisonerís pain. As Sevon observed Jackís roughly callused foot and thick toenails, his own toes flexed in his boot at the hazy memory of agony. Sevon wasnít sure about shifter physiology; maybe it would get a reaction, maybe it wouldnít. Losing a toenail was bound to ruin anyoneís year.

ìWhat happened in Priagust, Jack?î Sevon asked the foot.

Jack feebly tried to jerk his foot out of Sevonís reach. ìBy Diana, do we really have to be like this?î Jack whined as Sevon tapped the skewer into position.

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About Lex Chase

Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, ìWeíre all going to die, Iím just trying to make it a little more interesting.î She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting. Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic loveóand depending on how she feels that dayóLex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if youíre going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love. Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldnít last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending. Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed ìThe Next Alan Mooreî by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the íburbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and sheíd be a popsicle. She is grateful and humbled for all the readers. She knows very well she wouldnít be here if it wasnít for them and welcomes feedback.


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9 Comments

  1. Hannah B says:

    Hi Lex, I enjoyed your post. I pre-ordered my copy earlier in the week. Its for a great cause.

  2. Jen CW says:

    Great post Lex! I love the cause you are putting the royalties for preorders too! It’s extremely generous and will help so much!

  3. Trix says:

    I know this will do so much good, and it sounds like a great story!

    • Lex Chase says:

      Thanks Trix! A friend of mine is reading an ARC as we speak and every 20 minutes or so she pages me on FB all I’M NOT CRYING I JUST HAVE ALLERGIES. >:|

  4. […] on Michael Rupured’s blog I talked about the mass insanity of when Chasing Sunrise went viral for a couple of days. I was […]

  5. Lee Todd says:

    great cause!
    please count me in

  6. rojoroaors says:

    I love the cause you are supporting. please count me in

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