My hook
today comes from my M/M paranormal erotic romance, Necessary
Madness. This book borrowed quite a bit from my personal
experiences. It’s set in western Massachusetts, where I lived for
many years. It also draws on my recollections of the psychiatric
hospital where I spent three months as a teen due to my anorexia.
It’s
a pretty intense novel, overall, as I think you’ll gather from the
hook below, which comes from Chapter One.
Blurb
Nineteen
year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world
apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop
who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience
has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially
devastating.
Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.
Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.
The
Hook
First
came the flames. Then, the screams. Each cry was distinct to Kyle’s
ears—the men’s hoarse yells, the women’s shrieks, the
inarticulate wails from the infants. He couldn’t see them, not yet.
Sooty smoke billowed up, hiding the plummeting bodies, making his
eyes sting. Orange tongues of fire pierced the black cloud. The cries
grew louder as the heat intensified.
He took
a big swig of cheap vodka. The bottle was already half empty. His
head spun and he knew he couldn’t stand, but the awful screams
still rang in his mind.
Please,
he thought. No more. I can’t take any more. Let me pass out
soon. He drank again, his gut churning as the raw liquid splashed
into his empty stomach.
He
tried to focus on the present—the rough stone pressing against his
back, the chill wind biting through his ragged jacket, the faint
smell of urine that filled the passageway under the highway. Useless.
The sensations of the real world seemed thin and frail, powerless to
overcome the horrible scenes in his head.
Every
time, it got worse. It took more alcohol to remove him to that state
of blissful oblivion. I’m adapting, just like any drunk. Before
long, I’ll need a whole bottle to drown out the visions.
Eventually, it will kill me. The thought was a relief.
The
spells came more frequently these days, and not just during his
waking hours. Nightmares stalked him, full of bloody flesh and torn
limbs, searing fire or icy floods. He’d claw his way back to
consciousness, howling like an animal, trying to escape. He’d been
kicked out of every shelter in the city. He upset the other residents
too much.
He
could always go back to the hospital. Thorazine didn’t completely
smother the visions, but it deadened the emotional impact. He could
sit for hours, watching disasters play themselves out on the screen
of his mind, and not care.
It
worked for a while, but then he always ended up signing himself out
again. As painful as consciousness was, it was better than the
half-life of being drugged. At least, that was what he told himself,
on the good days when his curse was in remission. The staff looked
relieved when he left. Even the professionals had trouble dealing
with his ‘hallucinations’.
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I
haven’t done a giveaway in a while... so I’ll gift an ebook copy
of this full-length novel to one person who leaves a comment. Don’t
forget to include your email address, so I can find you!
Watch
the Necessary Madness trailer here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fVZjWpvJEo
And
please do visit the other authors who are participating in today’s
blog hop. You’ll find their links below.
11 comments:
Intense is right about the excerpt. Having worked with emotionally damaged youngsters, this rings true to me.
Visions would be terrifying!
I agree with Janet. I have a group of friends who all have PTSD. This is quite realistic.
Very chilling, Lisabet. His pain and hopelessness comes through loud and clear. It'd be fascinating to see how much Rob can help him where even psychiatry fails.
Intense doesn't begin to describe it. I love what you've done here, so believable.
A terrifying past and so real. Great excerpt!
Those had to be pretty bad hallucinations if it freaked out the staff.
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Visions are not always pleasant. Thank you for the great excerpt.
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It is intense. Thanks for the captivating excerpt.
debby236 at gmail dot com
suspenseful
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I've drawn a winner -- congratulations, Daryl!
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