That’s me above ^^ I did an interview with Lemonade Magazine. You can read the rest of here (just have to flip through a couple of virtual pages: http://www.lemonademagazine.net/#!__magazine )
OH right and since today was the original release day of Into the Hollow (now pushed back till November 13th/15th tentatively — and here is the original blog post about that decision), I thought I’d treat you all to:
Into the Hollow — A snippet #5 (UNEDITED)
He closed his eyes, brow furrowed in some internal pain. I stroked the side of his face with my fingers, feeling the solidness of his cheekbones, the ever-present scratch of his facial hair, rough and hard under my touch. I hoped it was calming him as much as it was calming me.
“Who, Dex?” I repeated. I smoothed the skin under his eyes with my thumb until he finally looked back at me. They were wet with tears. Seeing that drained my soul out of me and onto the floor. I didn’t know if I wanted to know anymore, about someone worse than Abby. Someone that could reduce a strong man to this. I could feel his fragility in my hands, like I was holding eggshells.
His lips moved and a puff of air and words came out, words I couldn’t understand. I moved my face closer to his and brushed his lips with mine. The room seemed to vibrate but maybe it was the beating of my heart.
“Please tell me,” I whispered into his mouth.
His eyelids lowered as he gazed at me. “I don’t want you to know. I can’t…” he paused and licked his lips and his tongue inevitably caught the inner rim of mine. It took everything I had inside to not go further with it. My chest heaved with the breath I was trying to control.
As scared as I was, as curious as I was, I didn’t want to upset him further. Not tonight.
“It’s all right,” I told him softly, my lips bumping against his as I spoke. “Just tell me how to help.”
“Let me stay with you,” he asked gently. “Let me sleep with you.”
There was no hint of seductiveness in his voice, though his heavy eyes and parted lips suggested otherwise.
The question must have been on my face because he continued, smooth and gentle, “Just like this. I need you tonight, just like this. Please.”
AND THAT’S ALL FOLKS! I’m just about to board a plane for New Orleans. Going to the Voodoo Music Festival do work as a photographer for Consequence of Sound and doing some voodoo/Louisiana research for book #7 Come Alive. Then I’m heading to Texas on a roadtrip to see Tomahawk. I’ll be gone for 10 days but I’ll try and keep in touch though!