WOO HOO! I am pleased, so fucking pleased, to announce that The Devil’s Metal has been completed (1st draft anyway). It was a fun, hellish ride and I’m grateful to my friends, fans and beta-readers for encouraging me to keep going with it. I feel like I’ve been on a hot, smelly tour bus with a bunch of fucked up rock stars for two weeks. yeesh. LET ME OFF!
Now that it’s all done, I can safely say that I don’t think the book can be compared to anything…except Almost Famous. And In the Mouth of Madness. And Jennifer’s Body. And The Devil’s Advocate. And Final Destination. And so on. OK, well you’ll have to see for yourselves.
Here’s Teaser #4 — as my beta reader Emmy pointed out, EIT “theorists” might be intrigued (do note, as usual, this is unedited).
Eventually Jacob noticed something was going on. Or he’d always noticed and had waited for the right time to bring it up. With normal Jacob flavor, it happened to be a few minutes before the show.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Rusty,” he said dryly as we stood at the side of the stage. He was running a nail file underneath his nails and flicking out the dirt.
“I got a call from Barry today.”
“Oh?”
“He said he’d been receiving some letters about me.”
“Oh?” he repeated, a bit more interested.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say that Terri or one of the other Get The Fuck Outs is behind it. It kind of gels with what you said back…well whatever city that was in. That it was groupie high school.”
His golden eyes remained on his nails. “Oh yes, ain’t that the truth, love.”
“So, that’s going on. I’m mildly freaked out.” I crossed my arms feeling a chill.
“I can see that. I don’t blame you. Do you think these girls are…dangerous?” he said the last word like it was laden in silk.
I gave him a weird look. “You tell me! I’ve just learned who they are. You’ve dealt with them longer.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose and finally looked me in the eye. His red hair flamed under the stage lights, giving him a hellish aura. “Everyone has the chance to become dangerous. If the right weather patterns are created, if the right feelings are invoked…feelings of injustice. Jealousy. Feelings of being owed something they believe they have a right to have. To…collect. We all have it in us to become a danger, either to others or to ourselves. It’s a matter if the right clouds are brewing. Certain clouds will create a storm.”
“And?” I egged him on impatiently. “What clouds are brewing? Are these groupies dangerous or not? Do I need to start sleeping with a switchblade underneath my pillow?”
A slow smile spread across his rough lips. Then he shrugged and turned his attention back to cleaning his nails. “Couldn’t hurt, could it?”
Oooh, that Jacob! Anyway, I’m doing a giveaway on my FB page here: https://www.facebook.com/ExperimentinTerror
Giving a way a pair of Hybrid undies (Medium) and an e-format ARC of The Devil’s Metal! To enter, leave a thoughtful comment (just one) on the FB post. I’ll do a draw in a week for one lucky winner. Open worldwide.
