We are thrilled to have the lovely Parker Williams with us today at Sinfully. He’s kindly popped in on his blog tour to tell us a little about…
A day in the life of Parker Williams
Today I’m very grateful to be visiting Sinfully!
My name is Parker Williams (or Will Parkinson if you prefer). I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with my husband, our four dogs, and three cats.
I glance over at the alarm clock and groan silently. Just a little after one a.m. and I need to get up. One of the dogs is pressed against my chest, and she grumbles when I try to move, but still, I have to get up.
Thirty minutes later.
I really should get up.
Thirty minutes later.
Ugh. It’s cold in the house. Glare at the husband who is sleeping peacefully, surrounded by the dogs who took over the bed the moment I got up. Traitorous little beasts.
Trudge to the bathroom, only to be met by Cider, who seems to think that two in the morning is the time to start playing. Give him a rub, then head into the living room to see if K.C. is ready to discuss the final Collars & Cuffs book.
While I chat with her, Cider pounces onto my lap, then up to my chest, where I’m expected to hold him while he rests. And then Star comes in and wants to be held. Toeby stretches out on the couch, surveying his kingdom.
K.C. logs on and I figure we’ll be getting started. Nope. She needs coffee, and Cider needs snuggles. He likes to say hi to the nice English lady when she comes on. Or he just wants to suck up my space.
We have a good planning session. Except when one of the cats demand attention, K.C.’s cup is empty, or Paul wakes up because now the dogs want out.
It’s now 4 a.m. K.C. has logged out, so I start making breakfast. The dogs begin their barking, whining, scratching insistence that it’s time for them to eat, too. Paul gets out of bed and we have something to eat, then I go back to bed for a couple of hours and try to get a little more sleep. Sometimes it works great. Other times, as soon as Paul puts the dogs in the bedroom so he can go to work, I need to use the bathroom. But it’s so warm and comfy, and the bathroom is so far away. If I ignore it, maybe the urge will cease. Twenty minutes later, my body warns me that if I don’t go right now, there will be serious consequences in my immediate future.
Sigh. Okay, I’m up. What’s the sense of going back to bed now? So I start my day by answering Pride mails, and work on tours. With the holidays in full swing, it’s busier than heck, so there may not be a lot of writing to do.
Oh, K.C. wants to talk again. She’s had an idea for the story, and she wants to tell me about it. I log back into Skype and she begins to regale me with the new direction the book is heading. Today’s story is about Peter, and his reaction when he’s accosted by…oh, sorry, can’t really discuss that yet. I tell her I love the idea, and she tells me some more details. Then she hangs up to go tackle it.
Look at the clock again. Almost 3 pm. Hubby will be home soon, so it’s time to start dinner. Then I realize I haven’t gotten everything done I needed to, so while the oven heats up, I try to finish a few more things.
Paul gets home, we eat dinner, he goes to post the Pride ads for the day, while I continue working on graphics for the new tours. Then about six, we crawl back into bed to start working toward the next day.
Exciting, aren’t I?
Haha… I know how busy you are! So before you dash off, could you tell us a little about your new book?
Haven’s Creed is a huge departure from anything I’ve ever done in the past. Haven is not a nice man. He’s an assassin whose job it is to protect the innocent when he can, and avenge them when he can’t.
Thank you for stopping by Parker.
Published ~ 14th December 2015
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Dark Thriller
An act of violence destroys his family and ends the life he knows. To escape his haunted past, he joins the military, where, as a sniper, he is trained to kill with precision and detachment. When a covert organization offers him a new purpose, he becomes Haven, an operative devoted to protecting the innocent when he can and avenging them when he cannot.
After ten years of battling the evil in the world, the life no longer holds the attraction or meaning it once had, and he’s ready to walk away. Then he meets Samuel, a young man forced from the age of twelve to work as a sex slave. If ever a man had a need for Haven, it is this one.
Yet nothing about this growing relationship is one-sided. Sammy gives Haven a stability he’s never known, and Haven becomes the rock upon which Sammy knows he can depend.
When Sammy reveals something about the enemy Haven has been hunting for months, Sammy fears it will destroy what they’ve built and he’ll lose his home in Haven’s heart.
Warning: This book contains violent and dark scenes
When I was fifteen, I killed my first man. Every time Arnie, the guy my mother was shacking up with at the time, drank, he got it into his head she was cheating on him. He’d start slapping her, and that turned into full-fledged beating within a few months. When he was done, he’d start on my sister.
There were nights she’d crawl into bed with me, sobbing. For the longest of times, she wouldn’t tell me what happened, but when I found blood on her pajamas, I knew. I’d tried to stand up to him, but he beat me badly enough that I couldn’t go to school for two weeks until the bruises faded. But I got off lucky. The things he did to Chrissy gave me nightmares. I’d hear her cry out and knew there was nothing I could do but hide in my bed, my pillow covering my head. He was bigger, meaner, and stronger than me, and he reminded me of that fact constantly.
The old lady never said boo about it. She always forgave him and tried to justify what he did by telling me how much stress he was under. How he was a good man and didn’t mean it. It was just the drinking, she swore. It was more like he was a bastard and she was his meal ticket.
I came home one night and found him whaling on her, my sister’s body crumpled in a heap, her head smashed in. The son of a bitch had a gun in his hand, slick with blood, and he threatened to kill them both, screaming he wouldn’t let her leave. She slapped him. It wasn’t hard, but it shocked him enough that he dropped the gun. I picked it up. He sneered at me and called me a weak-willed fag.
I looked at the gun I held in my hand. The instrument of my revenge. The means to saving my sister.
“Give me the gun, you fuck. It’s not a dick, you wouldn’t know what to do with it.”
The bullet I put in his forehead showed him how wrong he was. He lay on the floor, blood bubbling from the wound, and his eyes locked on mine as he took his last breath. I wanted that fucker to know it was the weak-willed fag who had done this to him.
Meet Parker Williams
Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come with melding lives together.
Living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.
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