Interview with DC Juris

by C. Margery Kempe

I’m pleased to welcome DC Juris to Nights of Passion. DC’s new book is 137 Owens Street:

Matthew is going insane. But the man reaching out to Matthew in his visions might be his only chance to find the truth or his true love. Matthew is going insane. How else can he explain remembering things he doesn’t own or trips his wife never took? Not to mention the visions, and the phantom in the café. But when the man in the visions reaches out to him with an explanation, and the phantom from the café tracks him down, things start to make a little more sense. Morgan is a devout Christian. He believes in God, heaven, hell, and the Bible. But his world spins out of control when his husband Matthew disappears and a mysterious man tells a tale outside the realm of reality. How can Morgan put his faith in something so far-fetched? And what will happen to Matthew if he doesn’t?

You can have the chance to win a copy by commenting here and DC will choose a winner.

If you were a book, what would your tagline be?

Look beyond the cover.

What inspired your new book?

137 Owens Street actually came about as a suggestion from my husband. He noticed there’s no 137 on our street, and started to ponder what could be made of that.

What’s sexy?

Confidence. The ability to look beyond someone’s skin. Someone who can look at me and see my heart and soul, rather than my packaging, is sexier than anything.

What makes you laugh?

I have a dry, dark sense of humor. I love Jon Stewart and Ron White.

How do you balance writing with the rest of your life?

I have an Evil Day Job, but fortunately I also have Wednesdays off, so I spend most of those days in my writing office. Otherwise, I snag what time I can here and there. The thing about me is I can write anywhere, anytime, so I can take advantage of time other’s might not.

What’s the most common mistake people make about you?

A lot of people think I’m hard, but in reality I’m not very thick skinned at all.

What’s the best advice you ever received?

“Fire your agent.” I did and never looked back.

What’s next for you?

I have about 20 WIPs going on right now. What’s next for me? More writing.

Here’s an excerpt from 137 Owens Street:

After the weekend he’d had, on Monday Matthew could honestly say he was glad to be back at work. But something about his desk wasn’t right. All his things were there—the spinning pen caddy, his fancy one-touch stapler, his little black and white container full of almonds, his old-school Rolodex and phone, his glass frog paperweight—but the positioning was all wrong. Matthew shook his head and rearranged the items into their proper places. Darn cleaning crew. It wasn’t like he could complain—moving things around on his desk was hardly the same as breaking something or stealing something, and really, he should just be grateful for the crew’s efforts—but the disorder still irked him.

He took a deep breath, plopped down into his desk chair, turned on his computer, and frowned. His icons had been moved around on his desktop too. Maybe the desk makeover hadn’t been the cleaning crew after all, but a sneaky co-worker thinking they were funny. One by one, he clicked and dragged everything back to where it belonged and plunged into his day.

Three financial reports and some data entry later, Matthew was ready for a break. He quirked an eyebrow and grinned, remembering his blue mug. Down the hall he went to the break room. He scanned the shelves and counters. No blue mug. What. The. Heck? It wasn’t at home, and it wasn’t here. Where else could it be? Maybe his car?

With a shrug he pulled his keys out of his pocket and went out to the parking lot, but a careful search of his car—even the trunk and glove compartment, just for giggles—turned up no blue mug.

A burst of white light surrounded him, and he held his hand up against the glare reflecting from his car. His red car. Not the black one he’d gotten into this morning. He’d known something was off when he’d cranked it up, but hadn’t been able to place what. Now he knew—the color wasn’t right. He took a step toward the car, and a pair of arms encircled his waist from behind.

“Come back to me!” a soft, deep voice pleaded against his ear.

Matthew turned as quickly as he could, but the light and the man had vanished. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his once-again-black car, his heart hammering, his throat thick with emotions he didn’t understand. He’d recognized that voice the moment he’d heard it, yet now he couldn’t place it. Now it was relegated to the hazy depths of forgotten things, like half-remembered tunes that went like da-da-da-da-da-something…la-la…and nebulous gray snatches of faces from childhood. But in that moment, he’d known, and he’d thrilled in it. The voice had evoked a response from him so intense and swift, like suddenly finding something he’d been missing for years in some random place he’d looked a million times…

You can find DC online and 137 Owen Street at Breathless Press:





About C. Margery Kempe

A writer of erotic romance: see my website, for a taste of my work including free stories, book trailers and more.
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7 Responses to Interview with DC Juris

  1. malanouette says:

    Your book sounds wonderful. Loved the excerpt

  2. 20 WIPs going at one time! Wow … how do you keep them all straight in your mind?

  3. TIFFANY M says:



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