Blog Tour, Guest Post, & Giveaway – Bayou Fairy Tale by Lex Chase

Hello everyone! I’m Lex Chase and I want to thank Charlie for having me here today on the Bayou Fairy Tale Blog Tour! Bayou is the sequel to Americana Fairy Tale and tells the tale of fuck-up fairy tale princess dude Taylor Hatfield and his true love a jackass redneck huntsman by the name of Corentin Devereaux. After they saved the world once, their quiet retired life is interrupted when destiny comes knocking. Rude. It’s up to Taylor and Corentin to save Enchants and mundanes from the machinations of one apple turned rotten to the core.

Actually, let’s let Corentin catch us up…

We good? Awesome.

Let’s break it down about Corentin. We learn in Americana Fairy Tale he’s cursed to lose his memory every seven days. That’s pretty crappy for him, and awful for me, because the asshole is one huge math problem in the case of world building.

One of the things he does to cope with his curse is to write everything down in a monstrous journal. It’s ten composition notebooks duct taped together, color coded with sticky tabs, and stuffed to the gills with notes, pictures, post-its, receipts, maps, everything and more. We learn there’s also more than one of these crazy things. Each journal only keeps a record of the last four years of his life. Which in turn makes him a fucking headache for me.

And I decided to make one.

Like I had anything better to do! (Like write books!)

My inspiration for the journal came from two places. One of them is from being in art school for a handful of years, every semester students had to keep what was called a project log. It’s a hardcover 11X14 sketchbook. We had to fill it every semester and start a new one the following semester.

We had to fill every inch of the pages. Even the cover. I filled my journal with sketches, thumbnails, pictures, prints of projects, newspaper clippings, photos from magazines, even things like candy wrappers, gum wrappers, tags from clothing, scraps of yarn, even a paper towel. I kept mine and they still serve as a wellspring of inspiration.

The other thing was hypergraphia, or compulsive writing relating to epilepsy. I thought it was an interesting idea for a character to have to write down every detail about his life. However, in the case of hypergraphia, people just write the same phrase or same words again and again. They don’t even write complete sentences, or often it’s just a jumble. Even though there’s mention of things Corentin wrote down in his head that’s probably what they are. But in actuality, it’s just repeated key words and phrases.

Here’s a few examples of the various pages. It was actually very meditative to write the same words and phrases again and again.

 

Corentin’s famous “About You” page. It’s the only one that says anything.

One of Taylor’s pages.

Atticus’s page.

Idi’s page.

A close up of the text of Atticus’s page.

It’s said every seven days Corentin can start again and be someone entirely different. That’s probably not true, but you never know in a land of magic and fairy tales!

My question for you is if you had the chance to be whoever you wanted to be, who would you be and why? Leave your comment below with your name and don’t forget to record your entry in the giveaway widget!


Genre: Urban Fantasy Fairy Tale
Series: The Screw-Up Princess and Skillful Huntsman Trilogy: Book Two (A Fairy Tales of the Open Road Novel)
Length: Novel
Published: October 19, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN: 978-1-62798-499-7
Buy: Paperback or eBook

Blurb:
Modern day fairy tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: he’s a guy. Two: he’s Sleeping Beauty, the most useless princess in existence. Throw in his true love, Corentin Devereaux, a huntsman descended from child-eating witches, and Taylor’s younger brother, Atticus—this generation’s Snow White—who tried to kill him. That didn’t go so hot.

For two years, Taylor and Corentin live their Happily Ever After. But Corentin’s cursed to lose his memory every seven days, including his life with Taylor—a painful reminder that he can’t provide for the man he loves. Taylor insists Corentin has the strength to succeed, and when Taylor discovers a way to break the curse, he is more than willing to pay the cost.

When an enchanted blizzard devastates Corentin’s hometown of New Orleans, Taylor is convinced Atticus is to blame and grows desperate to find him amidst the Big Easy turned frozen wasteland. Corentin believes Taylor is chasing a ghost while he chases the ghosts of his own past. Old tensions scratch open scars, leaving both to wonder if they have each other’s best interests at heart. The clock is ticking until Corentin loses his memory, and the rabbit hole goes so deep they may never come out.


About the Author:

madison_parker_MG_4269-WEBLex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” Now, she’s on a mission to make the world a hell of a lot more interesting.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. Her pride is in telling stories of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. If you’re going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva, her DVR is constantly backlogged, and unapologetically loved the ending of Lost. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind.

She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

You can find in the Intarwebz here:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LXChase
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Lex_Chase
Tumblr: http://lexiconofkittens.tumblr.com
Instagram: http://instagram.com/lexachase
Site: http://lexchase.com


I’m having a Down on the Bayou Giveaway where one lucky winner will walk away with a magical fairy tale prize pack! From Corentin’s mini journal, to a delicious bottle of Disney’s Snow White perfume, Lex Chase swag annnndddd….

This lovely necklace!

US residents only please, but for International residents, you’ll get a lovely 20 dollar Amazon Gift Card!

Don’t forget about the multiple ways to enter! Not only do you need to comment, you can tweet! Use the hashtag #BayouFairyTale! Or enter via Instagram!


Bayou Fairy Tale Tour Stops:

10/1 – Tali Spencer

10/3 – The Novel Approach

10/5 – Gay List Book Reviews

10/6 – Bru Baker

10/7 – Charlie Cochet’s Purple Rose Teahouse

10/8 – Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance

10/10 – Aidee Ladnier

10/13 – Prism Book Alliance

10/15 – C.S. Poe

10/16 – Joyfully Jay

10/17 – Bayou Fairy Tale Facebook Chat

10/19 – Bayou Fairy Tale Release Day!

Lex Chase – Americana Fairy Tale Blog Tour and Giveaway

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Hello everyone! I’m Lex Chase and Charlie Cochet has been kind enough have me here on the Purple Rose Tea House for Americana Fairy Tale Blog Tour!

Americana Fairy Tale is the story of a modern day fairy-tale princess guy who is a total fuckup of a human being, hooks up with a dirty, nasty Creole huntsman out of New Orleans, and they go on a road trip quest to defeat the witch. And there’s the World’s Largest Ball of Twine. I am just sayin’.

One of the things that was a definite to do on my list was getting the visuals right for the series. With the cast, I had seen Taylor in my head as a blue-eyed blond. Actually, I had Sevon stuck in my head from Chasing Sunrise. Who is indeed a blue-eyed blond. As seen here:

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But Taylor wasn’t as effeminate as Sevon. (Let’s be serious. There probably isn’t nothing as effeminate as Sevon.) Taylor is cute and pretty in that scruffy boyish way. He’s a little rough around the edges, a professional slacker, lives on Red Bull and honeybuns, and I describe him as being somewhat feral. Also Taylor isn’t blond.

This is my ideal Taylor male model Daniel Tighe.

And you’re welcome.Taylor_Daniel_Tighe

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For Corentin, there’s a little bit of a twist to him. His picture on his driver’s license and who we see. It it elaborated upon from the get go.

First, the lovely specimen on his driver’s license: Bobak Ferdowsi aka Mowhawk Guy from NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

Now fair internet, you are the most welcome you have ever been. This dude put the Curiosity Rover on Mars. Brainy and omg hawt.Bobak_2

Bobak_3However, the guy that Taylor meets is this lovely fellow who fluctuates from looking pretty hot to dirty psychopath. Soooo not that far off the mark for Corentin.

Here we have Henry Ian Cusick aka Desmond Hume in Lost.

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Not making up the psychopath thing: Desmond-in-Further-Instructions

And then we have Taylor’s beloved brother, Atticus Hatfield. I wanted Atticus and Taylor to look like they were related and semi-close in age. Atticus is two years younger than Taylor.

I took this. Yes. This.Snow-White

And came up with this, actor Gaspard Ulliel.

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Charles on the other hand, for [REDACTED] is an unusual surprise:

O HAI Chris Evans! oh yeah that actor guy in those Marvel movies. Like NBD.

Uh, yeah. No wonder Atticus was um… distracted.

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Because I covered everyone. Here’s Prince Phillipa Margarite Montclair. Pretentious Name is Pretentious! But Phillipa. Sweet Phillipa. She get’s a bad rap. I’m hoping to get into the extent of her curse in book two and three, but it is amazingly shitty.

I give you actress/singer/Disney Starlet Ashley Tisdale. She has that perfect stuck up sorority girl look. Sorority girl with a big case o’ knives.

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And oh yeah. It’s making you crazy, isn’t it? Ringo and Honeysuckle. What do they look like…. well….

Ringo is about the size of a housecat with a marshmallow body. And he looks like actor Jeff Bridges during his time on the Big Lebowski.

And it is amazing.

big_lebowskiJust visualize the big pink butterfly wings. That’s him on he cover as the butterfly. Oh. Yes.

For Honeysuckle, I needed an extra sturdy woman to keep her husband on the right path. Total battle axe type. None other than the Golden Girl to end all Golden Girls. Well, save Betty White. Yes Bea Arthur specifically her time on Maude. Just picture her with shimmery dragonfly wings and a sparkly dress with a star-tipped wand.

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So what do you think of my casting choices? Who did you picture instead? Let me know in the comments down below! 😀


AmericanaFairyTaleFSGenre: Urban Fantasy Fairy Tale
Series: Fairy Tales of the Open Road
Length: Novel
Published: September 12, 2014
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN:978-1-63216-207-6
Buy: Paperback or eBook

Blurb:

Modern fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: he’s a guy. Two: his perfect brother Atticus is the reincarnation of Snow White. Three: Taylor has no idea which princess he is supposed to be. Four: Taylor just left his prince (a girl) at the altar. Despite his enchanted lineage, Taylor is desperate to find his Happily Ever After away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. Regrettably, destiny has other plans for him. Dammit.

When word reaches Taylor that Idi the Witchking has captured Atticus, Taylor is determined to save his brother. He enlists the help of rakish and insufferable Corentin Devereaux, likewise of enchanted lineage. A malicious spell sends Taylor and Corentin on a road trip through the kitschy nostalgia of roadside Americana. To save Atticus, they must solve the puzzles put forth by Idi the Witchking. As they struggle, Taylor and Corentin’s volatile partnership sparks a flash of something more. But princesses have many enemies, and Taylor must keep his wits about him because there’s nothing worse than losing your heart… or your head.


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About the Author:

Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex 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 you’re 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 wouldn’t 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 “The Next Alan Moore” 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 ’burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d be a popsicle.

She is grateful and humbled for all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

You can find her on those social media things at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LXChase
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lex_Chase
Tumblr: http://lexiconofkittens.tumblr.com

Find her blog at http://lexchase.com or drop her an e-mail at lex.a.chase@gmail.com.


Americana Fairy Tale Tour Stops:

9/11 – Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews

9/12 – Americana Fairy Tale Release Day!

9/19 – The Purple Rose Tea House

9/20 – Americana Fairy Tale Chat at the Dreamspinner Press Facebook Page

9/22 – The Novel Approach Reviews

9/21 – Tali Spencer

9/23 – DSP Twitter Takeover with Charlie Cochet

9/26 – Gay List Book Reviews

9/30 – Sarah Madison

10/3 – The Hat Party

Lex Chase – Americana Fairy Tale (Fairy Tales of the Open Road #1) Release Day Blitz + Giveaway

Americana Fairy Tale 

(Fairy Tales of the Open Road #1)
by 
Lex Chase
 

Blurb:

Modern fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: He’s a guy. Two: His perfect brother Atticus is the reincarnation of Snow White. Three: Taylor has no idea which princess he is supposed to be. Four: Taylor just left his prince (a girl) at the altar. Despite his enchanted lineage, Taylor is desperate to find his Happily Ever After away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. Regrettably, destiny has other plans for him. Dammit.

 

When word reaches Taylor that Idi the Witchking has captured Atticus, Taylor is determined to save his brother. He enlists the help of rakish and insufferable Corentin Devereaux, likewise of enchanted lineage. A malicious spell sends Taylor and Corentin on a road trip through the kitschy nostalgia of roadside Americana. To save Atticus, they must solve the puzzles put forth by Idi the Witchking. As they struggle, Taylor and Corentin’s volatile partnership sparks a flash of something more. But princesses have many enemies, and Taylor must keep his wits about him because there’s nothing worse than losing your heart… or your head.

 

 

Available to purchase

 

Excerpt

 

 

“I’m getting a shower,” Taylor said and quickly shuffled into the
bathroom. In the silence, Taylor pressed his back to the door and slid to the
floor. He clamped both hands around the crotch of his shorts and hissed through
clenched teeth, “Stop, stop, stop, please, stop.”
He had to stop thinking
about his dream. And thinking about Corentin in that way. Corentin wasn’t even
his type! And Corentin’s type was clearly
not a raging homo-sheckshual. By all of Taylor’s understanding, Corentin’s breed
of redneck was of the misogynistic racist variety. Taylor paused. Was he just
telling himself that? Taylor mentally felt around the edges of the dream. He
flinched with the dirty feeling.
Shower. He needed a shower. Now.
He picked himself up off the floor, then staggered to the tub. The
enamel had seen better days, with that lovely rusty ring around it. The shower
curtain seemed to be a repository for all assorted natures of DNA. Taylor
gingerly touched it in an effort to move it just out of the way enough to turn
the faucet. Scuffed up and mottled with rust, even the faucet made him wince.
He ripped off a sheaf of cheap toilet paper to use to turn the faucet on. First
the water belched into the tub, then after a few rude bubbling gurgles, ran in
a steady stream. It wasn’t particularly warm, however. Taylor surmised he
didn’t really need a hot shower anyway.
He disrobed, dropping his clothes in a heap on the floor. But on
second consideration, he didn’t have anything else to change into. What he had
on his back was it. Like his cum-stained cargo shorts. Yuck. He scooped his clothes off the floor and hung up his shirt on
the towel rack. He’d have to do something about his shorts, because they’d
smell and get uncomfortably crusty. He chuckled. He would never have predicted
how contentious he’d become about cleanliness until he only had one change of
clothes for the foreseeable future.
As the tub faucet ran to get some marginable level of lukewarm, he
cranked the faucet in the sink. He let the water run over the crotch of his new
shorts and scrubbed them as best he could with the questionable cracked soap
bar.
Corentin knocked once on the door. “Come on, man. Gotta pee.”
“Hold your horses,” Taylor huffed. “Let me get in the shower first.
Great Storyteller Almighty.”
Taylor hustled and wrung out his shorts. He hung them also on the
towel rack and finally hopped into the shower before poor pitiful Corentin
could have an accident on the floor. Some self-reliant huntsman he was.
Couldn’t he go out back and take a piss on a tree? Of course, there would
likely need to be some nature of tree on the premises.
Taylor jerked the curtain across the tub for privacy and instantly
regretted taking a fistful of it in such haste. “Okay! It’s safe.”
“I heard princesses were prissy, but I didn’t think it applied to
male princesses,” Corentin said as he walked in.
Taylor could see the outline of his body through the haze of the
shower curtain. He pushed himself back against the far wall to gain some
distance. A small gap remained between the curtain and the shower wall, and he
carefully peeked. With a familiar clanking of a belt buckle followed by a
zipper, Taylor instead sent his gaze upward to Corentin’s face and his bare
shoulders. Corentin had done away with his shirt, and Taylor’s face heated with
the view. Corentin was lean, like a panther, his tattooed skin pulled tight
over his biceps and hard abs. He finished, flushed, and turned away to zip his
pants. Taylor pressed his fingers to his lips at the sight of the rise of Corentin’s
tight rear as he shifted to the sink and washed his hands.
He studied himself in the mirror while Taylor stared through the
shower curtain.
Corentin swung open the door and called behind him, “Don’t use all
the hot water.”
“O-oh-okay,” Taylor croaked, his face hot from gawking.
The door shut with a click, and Taylor sighed with the relief. He looked down at himself in
disappointment. Taylor was filthy from dirt, sweat, and whatever else was
lurking in Corentin’s disgusting truck. He turned, reaching for the cracked
soap bar. The blacked grooves in the soap made him reconsider. He reached for
the mini Johnson & Johnson shampoo bottle and uncapped it. After a careful
sniff, he tried to make sure it wasn’t rancid and questioned if it was possible
for shampoo to go rancid. Figuring he would chance it, he scrubbed himself down
with the terrible No More Tears formula.
He breathed one more time, trying to cope with the lukewarm water,
and then decided it was time to face the reality of a nasty motel room with a
man he didn’t trust who made him blush. He shut off the water and carefully
maneuvered out of the shower without touching the petri dish that served as a
curtain.
Taylor considered his clothes. His shirt could use airing out, and
his shorts were a definite no. His only option was a towel around the waist. He
didn’t even like that option in high
school
, let alone in the middle of nowhere with the current company. Ringo
was there, though. That made it better. Ringo would save him.
Covering himself, Taylor took a breath. On a mental count of three,
he turned the doorknob.
And the chill of the overworked window unit hit him square in the
bare chest.
Fuck,” Taylor gasped and
scuttled to the bed. He immediately wrapped himself in the threadbare blanket,
which didn’t help at all. He had a string of curses on his tongue when he
finally glanced up and saw Corentin.
More specifically, saw Corentin’s tattooed torso.
Corentin, on the other hand, busied himself with making notes in
his monstrosity of a book. His brow would furrow every time he underlined
something with a determined gesture across the page. He seemed not to notice
Taylor’s open staring at the intricate black ink of an oak tree drawn in the
style of Gustave Doré. The trunk of the tree was a full sleeve with the roots
growing from Corentin’s left wrist, and at his shoulder, the branches twisted
in a windblown manner across his collarbone, shoulder blade, and a few branches
even curled at the base of his neck.
Taylor swallowed. At least it explained why Corentin was so covered
up for June weather. But something was strange about the tattoo. There were
seven boughs, but only one had leaves.
Corentin kept making notes and didn’t look up. His brow furrowed
into an even angrier contortion, and he wrote faster. When he apparently ran
out of space, he flipped his book to sit horizontally and wrote in tiny print
in the margins. He hesitated, tapping his pen on the paper.
Taylor pulled the blanket higher on his shoulders. The steam from
his body captured under the blanket helped in making the chill of the room
bearable.
Corentin scribbled again in his book. He frowned and scribbled in a
repeated gesture. He shook his pen with a flick of the wrist and tried again.
He grunted and threw the pen. “Fuck,” he said and went fishing in his messenger
bag. He feverishly reached around, looked in, and then reached around again. He
puffed a sigh and upturned the bag onto the carpet.
A palm sized bottle of liquid bounced across the floor and Corentin
scrambled to snatch it midtumble. He glanced at Taylor and offered a smile.
“Hand sanitizer. Can’t go anywhere without it.” He quickly shoved the bottle
into a side pocket of his bag.
Taylor said nothing, merely watching the bizarre display as
Corentin poked through the crumpled receipts, hair ties, old cracker wrappers,
and various unidentifiable crumbs and wadded-up trash. He also flipped through a
collection of condoms in shiny magenta wrappers and printed with hearts and
lips. Taylor tightened his grip on the comforter and his face heated. Well, at
least they were cherry flavored or something?
Corentin shook the bag again, and Taylor remained silent.
As a roll of duct tape tumbled out.
And then zip ties.
Taylor’s eyes snapped wide. Corentin had fucking huntsman death
tools on him at all times. He shivered and scooted back on the bed. He judged
the distance from the bed to the door in case he needed to run at a moment’s
notice. Obviously a naked guy running down the interstate would get some
attention. But he hadn’t seen any cars on the interstate since they ended up
here. He nibbled at his lip. Maybe if he stole Corentin’s truck? That seemed
like a good idea.
“Ah!” Corentin said, clearly relieved he apparently found a pen,
and ignored the zip ties and duct tape. He resumed his furious scribbling.

 


About the Author


Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting too. 

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure and epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex 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 you’re 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 wouldn’t 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 “The Next Alan Moore” 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 now residing in the burbs of Northwest Florida, where it could be 80F and she’d still be a popsicle. 

She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

You can find Lex at

               



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