So, so excited to be able to bring you the AMAZING cover of Santino Hassell’s upcoming novel STYGIAN… Seriously, wait till you feast your eyes on this cover, it’s most definitely going in our favourite covers of the year! Just fabulous! But that’s not all, because we also have an excerpt that will have you, like us, counting the days until the release on the 26th October. Go check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy.
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Release Date: October 26, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Gothic Paranormal Romance
Cover by: damonza.com
Cover Artist: Freelancer
Jeremy has been isolated and adrift since the death of his brother. Most people just see him as the skinny emo kid who wears eyeliner and plays drums. No one gets him. Nobody tries. He thought the indie rock band Stygian would become his anchor, but—lost in their own problems—they’re far from the family he sought.
Still, hoping to get close to Kennedy, the band's enigmatic guitarist, he follows Stygian to northern Louisiana for a summer retreat. They had planned to spend six weeks focusing on new music but things go awry as soon as they arrive at the long-deserted Caroway mansion. Tempers flare, sexual tension boils over into frustration, and Jeremy turns away from the band to find a friend in his eerily beautiful landlord Hunter Caroway.
Kennedy suspects there’s something off about the creepy mansion and its mysterious owners, but Jeremy thinks he's finally found somewhere he fits. It isn’t until Kennedy forces the Caroway’s secrets into the light that Jeremy realizes belonging sometimes comes with a price.
Jeremy looked out at the woods. There were no lights in that direction or even in the backyard itself. If not for the moon, they would be sitting in pitch darkness. “You know, looking for the source of a mysterious sound is generally how people die in scary movies.”
“You have a point. Which is why I’m surprised to see you wandering around.” Kennedy slumped down. “Are they that loud?”
“Now they are.” Jeremy tried not to react when Kennedy’s hand fell on his shoulder. It was a light touch, but it was enough to spike Jeremy’s heartbeat. Especially once Kennedy turned the graze to a massage. “I… uh, that’s not what woke me up either, though. I had a shitty dream.”
“Is that why you’re on edge?”
Jeremy stole a look at Kennedy, but he gazed back calmly. Maybe for Stygian, it was normal to massage your bandmates while sitting half-naked on the porch in the middle of the night. The band had always possessed superflexible boundaries about space. Or a complete lack of boundaries.
Even before joining, Jeremy had watched them perform from the corners of dive bars and all-ages clubs. He’d been fascinated by how handsy they were with each other. Whether it was Watts grinding up on Quince or Caroline while he sang, or writhing on the floor at Kennedy’s feet like he was begging to be touched, there had been no denying the group had chemistry.
Kennedy smiled. “You gonna answer?”
“What?” Jeremy blinked. “Sorry. You’re distracting me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It feels good.”
For the second time in as many days, Kennedy gave him that look. The up-and-down stare that could be an eyefuck or just another example of how unintentionally sexy Kennedy’s intensity was. Either way, Jeremy had to return his attention to the moonlit woods surrounding them before he did, or said, something foolish.
The ensuing silence was heavy with the ambiance of night. With the breeze rustling the trees and tall grass, and the answer and call of crickets and frogs, there was nothing to do but smoke and share a mostly warm bottle of beer that Kennedy had brought outside.
The tension melted away, and Jeremy became a boneless thing as sure, steady fingers worked the kinks out of his neck and shoulders. He sank down, tilting his head against Kennedy’s shoulder, and let their bare knees brush. The massage turned into an idle, repetitive pull of long fingers through Jeremy’s hair.
“I could get used to being somewhere like this,” Kennedy said. “I like the quiet.”
“It doesn’t seem that way to me.” Kennedy squeezed Jeremy’s neck again before pulling away. “I haven’t seen you this relaxed since I met you. Well, when you’re by yourself on the porch or up in that damn tree.”
“I didn’t think anyone saw me climb up there,” Jeremy admitted.
“I always see you, kid.”
Meet Santino Hassell
Santino is a dedicated gamer, a former fanfic writer, an ASoIaF mega nerd, a Grindr enthusiast, but most of all he is a writer of queer fiction that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.