Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Book Hooks: Necessary Madness - #MFRWHooks #MM #Paranormal #Giveaway

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.


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. 


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:

And please do visit the other authors who are participating in today’s blog hop. You’ll find their links below.


Janet Lane Walters said...

Intense is right about the excerpt. Having worked with emotionally damaged youngsters, this rings true to me.

Kris Bock said...

Visions would be terrifying!

Kayelle Allen said...

I agree with Janet. I have a group of friends who all have PTSD. This is quite realistic.

Ed Hoornaert said...

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.

Linda McLaughlin said...

Intense doesn't begin to describe it. I love what you've done here, so believable.

Unknown said...

A terrifying past and so real. Great excerpt!

Daryl Devoré said...

Those had to be pretty bad hallucinations if it freaked out the staff.

orelukjp0 said...

Visions are not always pleasant. Thank you for the great excerpt.

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Debby said...

It is intense. Thanks for the captivating excerpt.
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Lisabet Sarai said...

I've drawn a winner -- congratulations, Daryl!

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