Author Spotlight – Rita Wilcox

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Author Spotlight

Author Spotlight returns with Rita Wilcox.

My first luau in my new island life!Rita Louise Wilcox was the oldest of five Irish Catholic children raised in East Texas. All were parochial school educated, which encouraged prolific writings from an early age. Summers were spent riding bikes through the woods, swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, and generally enjoying the outdoors, sans television. It was a simpler time, without digital devices, where books were the only method to take you to faraway places. Imagination was an essential part of entertainment, so it was a time that encouraged much story telling. This story was not imagined, however, as Rita’s grandmother (aka Mamou) knew the remaining Russian royalty well. She befriended this family, transplanted from such a foreign world, because she was one to seek out the few available foreigners in an effort to broaden her knowledge of the world. As this Russian family learned to trust Mamou and her granddaughter Rita, they shared their amazing tale of escape from a certain death to a warm, welcoming land of hope. You can find out more about the author at her blog, islandwidow, followed by an international audience. She now teaches part-time in the Galveston ISD. Having shared her story with many in the classroom, she found two things important to the desire to read this story. The students loved the romantic story line and the fact that it was based on a true story. While Rita is new to the world of published literature, she has written her entire adult life, from high school newspapers to sailing club newsletters. She enjoys sharing stories collected over a very active lifetime.

Let’s take a look at her book, The Chronicles of Captain Vadim Alevsky: Traitor or Savior?

Have you wondered what life in Russia was before the Bolshevic Revolution? Page Vadim Alevsky takes you to a time where the Tsar reigned supreme, and the military academy was the best path to power and status, in an otherwise impoverished nation. Captain Vadim becomes one of the most successful World War I pilots of the newly-formed Russian Air Corps. More than that, he becomes the only possible savior of the Russian royal family. While this is an epic tale of one of the most savage and heart-wrenching government annihilations, there is an underlying romance that survives the test of separation and time. Those passionate about “against all odds” survival, and all who love a true romance, will find this novel difficult to put down. After thriving in the difficult and competitive military school environment, young Vadim becomes completely enamored with Russia’s Royal Family as their Page, and forms a special bond with the Duchess Anastasia. His journey through the First World War, involves drama and romance that is addictive to all who begin to read it. The story is especially targeting readers interested in adventure, romance, and a story with a moral to be learned from human history. Vadim leads an extraordinarily exciting life of adventure in the battlefield, as well as in the world of political intrigue. While Vadim’s world is different in many ways from the world of today’s youth, he struggles with many of the problems that plague all adolescents throughout the ages. Suffering through the pangs of a first love, bullying by classmates at an early age, and the relentless competition to make the grade in school, all mold a strong and empathetic character in young Vadim. Captain Vadim becomes an inspiration to all who read of his adventures, as he develops into a strong moral character that you will be glad you met. This story is based on a true story told to me by my grandmother many years ago. She met the Russian family who witnessed this account, and they were kind enough to share the truth with her. Considering the potential harm the family would suffer at the hands of the KGB, if found out, they must have had a great deal of trust in my Mamou.

 

The Chronicles of Captain Vadim Alevsky: Traitor or Savior? can be purchased through Amazon.

She is currently working on a sequel book, The Chronicles of Captain Vadim Alevsky: Coming to America.  It should be published toward the end of 2018.

Connect with Rita through her blog at www.islandwidow.wordpress.com

 

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Writing the Perfect Scene

We’ve all heard the classic writing advice, “Show, don’t tell.” But according to Dwight Swain, author of Techniques of the Selling Writer, “Most folks get ‘Show, don’t tell’ wrong because they take it literally rather than figuratively. It’s not about proof (showing sad characters cry) but about causality (revealing why characters cry). Don’t just show readers the effect of emotion, reveal the cause so they can feel it too.”

Swain further said, “Your reader reads first and foremost for emotional stimulation.”Image result for writing quotes by dwight swain

Writers invoke and shape emotions by creating scenes.

A workshop I attended recently by Damon Suede (author of  Verbalize, a new guide to characterization and story planning suitable for newbies and experts, pantsers and plotters) took a different angle to scene writing that I had never heard before. Here’s Damon’s take on writing scenes.

We’ll start by defining what a scene is: A scene is a unit of struggle between opposing forces. Scenes are clear, active steps which create problems and move the story toward its final outcome.

Every scene should lead the character to his or her objective. A character’s objective needs to be challenging enough to sustain your character throughout the story’s length, significant enough to attract character attention and to inspire escalating risks, and relatable enough that anyone can grasp the character’s need to pursue it.

A scene follows the pattern of:

  • GOAL: Specific object that drives action. The immediate gimme-gimme. Make it something you can photograph (e.g. grandkids or a bungalow in the Maldives), but avoid abstractions (e.g. happiness or peace).
  • CONFLICT: Obstacles opposing the goal. Friction between the POV character’s needs and the reality they face. This is not necessarily combat, but a force which must be tackled during the scene.
  • DISASTER: Failure to accomplish the goal. A defeat that ends the conflict. It raises the stakes and derails progress via threats, complication, or impediment. It should demand a decision.

Each scene reveals character tactics. The character makes an offer/demand which is either accepted or rejected, requiring a new offer/demand. For best results, establish time, place, point of view, and context as soon as possible. Identify stakes within the first half-page to engage readers. Keep building to hooks that make readers turn the page.

After each scene, comes the sequel. This is not a sequel as in the next book in a series. This is different. In this case, a sequel is the aftermath. It acts as a transition between two scenes. Sequels are internal and pinpoint character action. They allow adaptation/course correction after interactions to improve the odds of success.

A sequel follows the pattern of:

  • REACTION: Emotional effects of disaster. Use this to reveal character: fear/hope, virtues/failings. Make it believable.
  • DILEMMA: Situation with no good options. Review the options. Amplify difficulty by challenging habits.
  • DECISION: Choosing the best of (bad) options, which leads to new tactics. Demand sacrifice, and make sure this points directly at a new/next goal.

Sequels bridge scenes. Whatever decision the POV characters make initiates a new tactic for the subsequent scene. These tactical shifts allow POV characters to regroup.

The Overall Scene Structure by Better Novel Project

(Infographic courtesy of Helping Writers Become Authors)

Scenes drive the story forward through external action that impact characters (and readers) via tactics and objects. Sequels deepen the story through internal assimilation by characters (and readers) via actions and objectives. You must have both to wring as much satisfying emotion from the reader as possible.

-Taken from Damon Suede’s workshop, Scene & Sequel: the rhythm of fiction

 

 

10 Things to Consider When Writing a Novel

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Writing a book is incredibly hard. There is no magic formula or secret weapon you can use that will miraculously create a best-selling novel. Writing a book takes time. It requires initiative, discipline, and the ability to accept the fact that not everything you write is going to be beautiful.

“Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.” ―Ray Bradbury

But if you seriously want to write a book, nothing will stand in your way. Get out your pen, your laptop, or whatever writing tool you choose and start writing.

But before you do, here are a few things to consider.

  1. Start small. Give yourself short assignments you can easily complete, like a character sketch, drawing a map, or writing 500 words. Take one step at a time. “Writing a book is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” -E.L. Doctorow.
  2.  First drafts. Your first draft is going to be awful. Deal with it. The whole point of a draft is to get your thoughts on paper. You can clean it up later. “Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” -Anne Lamott.
  3. Character. Characters can make or break a story. Know your characters, develop them, see them as they are. Dig into their heads and know what motivates them, what scares them, and what their weaknesses are. Make them believable, and make them come alive.
  4. Dialogue. Dialogue reveals more about your characters than pages of detailed description does. Each character should be easily identified by the way they talk. Reveal your character’s voice and let their personalities shine. Include actions and mannerisms.
  5. Plot. Characters drive the plot. Listen to your characters, and your plot will fall into place. Watch your characters move and stay with them. Things will happen to them; they will create their own tension and drama. Push them harder and load them up with problems they have to solve. Give them something to work for.
  6. Setting. Readers what to know about the character’s lives. Every piece of the setting offers a view into their lives. Setting helps the reader see beyond the surface. It reveals personality and values. Let your characters’ lives pour through the setting. Imagine the scene and add as much detail as possible.
  7. Breathe. Self-doubt will creep up on you, but you have to learn not to stress over small things. It’s ok if the story goes in a different direction than you planned. Let the characters take over and go with the flow.
  8. Prepare yourself for failure. Not only will you doubt yourself, others will doubt you too. Not everyone is going to like what you write. Stephen King said, “If you write, someone will try to make you feel lousy about it.” Don’t waste your time trying to please people.Image result for writing a book is incredibly hard
  9. Support. Seek help and support along the way. Fellow writers can give you pointers if you need them. Don’t be afraid to ask. Read books about writing, use reference materials, and take notes. Find a support system to cheer you on. Your spouse, your best friend, or members of your local writing group can be invaluable resources to keep you motivated and get you back on track.
  10. Voice. There are millions of stories out there, and you might be “worried that it’s all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you.” -Asha Dornfest. Find your voice, and tell your story your way.

What are you waiting for? Sit down and write. “You can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank one.” -Jodi Picoult.

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Author Spotlight – Forest Wells

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This week’s spotlight is on Forest Wells. Forest Wells is an author with a deep passion forforest all things wild canine. He has authored a short story, as well as several poems, all published in the Wolf Warriors anthologies since 2015. He currently lives in his home town of Thermal, California.

Here are links to the Wolf Warriors anthologies.

Binlit, an old war hero, marches into battle against a group of bullies. When he gets there, he finds a werewolf as their target, and a situation that becomes far more complicated than he expected.

Forest is currently putting together the final touches on a YA novel is called Luna, The Lone Wolf.  Here’s the synopsis:

Luna was destined to be alpha once he became an adult, but before he got the chance, his own brother, Rajor, framed him for a crime no one committed, leading to Luna being banished from the pack. Declared a lone wolf, never to know the company of another wolf, Luna turns bitter as he learns to accept his new fate. Yet even as he does, other wolves, strange two-legged creatures, and one mockingbird, force themselves into his life, driving him through a gauntlet of trials where he must reconnect with the wolf he once was, or turn away from it forever – assuming he even survives.

Let’s take a look inside.

I returned to my den to find Estrella sniffing around it. I tilted my head, trying to understand why. When she saw me, she ruffed amusement and looked at the rock pile.

“Not too bad,” she said. “Although I somehow expected better. Seems like you could manage more than a cave inside a rock pile.”

My eyes rolled. Here we go again. “It keeps me warm and safe. I need little more from a den.”

“What about yourself? How little have you allowed there?”

“How little have I allowed? I’ve had to fight for every scrap I can find, alone. I’d hardly say I’ve allowed or not allowed anything.”

“Yet you continue to live alone. Don’t you get lonely out here?”

A great sigh was followed by a greater growl. What a stupid question. Of course I was lonely, that’s the whole point of being a lone wolf. No pack, no family, no anyone. Just you, your fangs, your kills, and there is no way to change, or overcome it.

The pain of that fact kept me from looking at her, as did my failing hold on my temper. Both mixed to make it near impossible to find anything to say in response. I searched the dimming sky for the moon, hoping, praying there’d be enough to brighten my hackles tonight. After the day I’d had, I needed something to relax me.

Estrella stepped up to my side, and gave me a short nuzzle. “That bad huh? I understand. You’ve been alone for three years. It’s natural to feel lonely. It hurts when you’re thrust from every one you love.”

“Silence!” I snapped, reaching my limit. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I’ve been through? My own father drove me away when I was just a pup. My pack has disowned me. Every pack in sprinting distance knows who I am, and shuns me for it. You don’t know me. You never can.”

Estrella started to growl, then she swallowed it, although she couldn’t stop her ears from coming forward, matching my challenge. “Because you won’t let me. I don’t care what others think. I’m here for you.”

“I don’t want you! I don’t want anyone. I’ve lived well on my own, and I intend to stay that way. It hurts a lot less.”

When Estrella tried to growl again, I didn’t let it take root. I pinned her to the ground with a snarl until she wined surrender. I remained over her still growling, making sure she knew not to speak again.

“Go home, Estrella. Go back to that whelp. Go back to a pack that still cares for you.”

After I stepped off, Estrella remained on her side, pleading with her eyes. “Luna. Don’t be like this. Don’t push me away.”

For a second, I considered it. I thought about giving her another chance. I couldn’t make it feel right. I’d made my choice. “You made a promise. I now ask that you honor it. Get moving. Don’t let me catch you in my territory again.”

I walked away, not bothering to look back. I knew I’d find pain there, not just hers either. I went all the way inside my den, refusing to see anything. I laid inside, staring at the empty entrance, and the anger melted away.

I’d done it again. I had driven away another wolf. I didn’t need to see her to know Estrella was crying. Perhaps she felt as alone as I did. Part of me didn’t care. The rest wished I didn’t feel at all.

But I did. I could feel the void of where she’d been. The joy of where the hunt had been, now replaced by the usual pain. I was alone again, as I knew I’d always be. As the pain churned in my chest, my head lifted in a long, low howl, as if I might somehow expend it through my voice. The deep tone echoed among the rocks, ringing in my ears, and piercing into my heart. The expression helped, but it also reminded me of that which drove it.

(artwork by https://chickenbusiness.deviantart.com/)

For more information about Forest, visit forestwells.com or connect with him on Twitter and Facebook.

Spring is in the Air

Spring is my favorite season, mainly because I love flowers and gardening. I grow vegetables, herbs, and have many kinds of flowers in my yard. In Texas, the wildflowers start to bloom.

The Mountain Laurel’s purple blossoms and the Texas Redbud’s pretty pink buds decorate the landscape.

My own garden flourishes with roses, irises, daisies, marigolds, and other colorful flowers.

Gladiolus, tulips, daffodils, and lillies start to pop out of the ground, and my vegetables begin to sprout. Bushes bud, fragrant herbs grow, and the grass turns green. Crepe Myrtles sprout leaves and begin to flower. Spring is a beautiful time of year when nature comes back to life.

Happy spring, everyone! 🌞🌺🌻🌹🌷🌸

Author Spotlight – TJ Green

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Welcome back to another episode of Author Spotlight. Today, I’d like to introduce you to TJ Green.

T J GreenTJ Green was born in England, but moved to New Zealand 10 years ago. She currently lives near Wellington with her partner and her cats, Sacha and Leia. When not writing, she does lots of reading, gardening and yoga.

In a previous life she’s been a singer in a band, and has done some acting with a theatre company – both of which were lots of fun. On occasions she and a few friends make short films, which begs the question, where are the book trailers? Thinking on it …

Tom’s Inheritance is T J Green’s first book in the series Tom’s Arthurian Legacy, the sequel Twice Born was released in February 2017. Galatine’s Curse, book 3, will be released in March 2018. She is also working on a few short stories which further expand the world of Tom in the Other.

Other projects include a book set in the real world – whatever that is – but there will be unusual things happening.

Let’s take a look at her book, Galatine’s Curse – Book 3 in Tom’s Arthurian Legacy series.

Galatine’s Curse is a YA Arthurian Fantasy set for release March 20th, 2018Galatine

Here’s the blurb:

An ancient sword. A dark secret. A new enemy.

Tom and Arthur are living at New Camelot, and Arthur is hosting a tournament. Eager to test his new sword-fighting skills, Tom is competing, but while the games are being played, someone attacks their friends. Before anyone else gets hurt, Tom needs to find them.

Tom’s sword, Galatine, seems to be the focus of these attacks. Their investigations uncover Galatine’s dark history, and a family secret that reaches into the present. Tom has to act quickly if he is to prevent another tragedy.

Galatine’s Curse is the exciting third book in the series Tom’s Arthurian Legacy – stories about Tom’s adventures with King Arthur. If you enjoy magic, mystery, dragons, mythical creatures and ancient gods, you’ll love TJ Green’s re-imagining of the Arthurian legend.

Excerpt:

Deep in the tangled centre of Inglewood, Tom eased his horse to a stop. In the silence that followed he listened for movement – the crack of a branch, the rustle of leaves, the skitter of footfall. Thick mist oozed around him, muffling sight and sound, and he admitted to himself he’d lost the hunt.

And now something was following him.

Tom heard the low throaty growl of the wolf moments before it leapt at him. He pulled Galatine free of its scabbard and lashed out, knowing he had only seconds before the wolf ripped his throat out. He felt its hot breath and thick matted fur, saw a flash of its wild yellow eyes, before feeling the sword cut deep into its side. It fell back into the trees, yelping.

Midnight bolted, and Tom grabbed the reins and held on, trying to calm her down. As they pounded through the wood, a branch whipped across his chest, knocking him to the ground. Midnight disappeared into the mist. Winded, Tom lay on the damp forest floor, wincing as he felt his ribs aching. He hoped Midnight hadn’t gone far. Enisled was a long walk away.

He rolled to his feet and immediately froze as he again heard the low cunning rumble of the wolf, followed by a spine-tingling howl, repeated again and again as the pack arrived.

He was surrounded.

Pre-order available now on Amazon. 

TJ is also hosting a giveaway at Rafflecopter.

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You can connect with TJ through her WebsiteFacebook, TwitterPinterestInstagramGoodreads, her Amazon Author Page, or email her at tjgreennz@gmail.com

Author Spotlight – Jet Lupin

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Welcome to another week of Author Spotlight! Today’s spotlight is on Jet Lupin.

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Stories longing to have words put to them were in Jet’s heart from an early age. Jet enjoys exploring the connections and similarities between people, whether they be shifters, vampires, or aliens, rendering the unknowable very knowable indeed.

Jet’s days are spent toiling away at a keyboard, slumped over a pen and paper hunting for those words, or playing around on Twitter with a partner and two rambunctious cats for company in the temperamental North East of the US.

Let’s take a look at his book, Nasu

Go to work. Come home. Repeat. Simple, uncomplicated, boring, but it was Phil’s love, Nasu coverand he liked it that way. So what if he sometimes woke up with an ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away because his ex broke up with him over cereal? He was a big boy. He moved on because he had to. But nosey friends and fate won’t let him be.

One night, when he’s forced to have fun, he meets Shige, who’s far too enigmatic to really be interested in him. There must be some catch…

50 years have passed outside while Shige’s kept himself locked away, tired of the worlds of humans and vampires. He just wanted to be left alone to collect dust. But all that changed when he ventured out on a whim and meets Phil, setting them on an arduous path that will change them both.

This love won’t be easy for either of them, rife with distrust and danger from without and within, but if they survive, they might be stronger for it

Here’s a peek inside:

He dispatched every man he came across, leaving them dead or gravely injured in his wake. He took out everyone outside before he found a way inside the house itself.

Shige lost track of how many of Pampa’s men he’d cut down before they subdued him. They broke his arm in the take down, but not before he’d disabled another man. He would heal, but not in time to be useful to Pampa in the coming hours.

They dragged him into a room filled with the overpowering odors of blood and sex. Shige’s hatred dampened the allure of such a place, but didn’t kill it completely. The number of times he’d hated what he was could be counted on one hand; most of them had happened in the last month.

The largest of Pampa’s units, a man about Phil’s height and build, forced him to his knees before a gilded chair, cartoonish in its idea of finery, where Pampa sat. He narrowed his eyes, looking down at Shige.

“You should have come to the door like a civilized person. You should have come here as a guest.”

“I’m not here for games.”

“You used to like my games.” Pampa beckoned one of his men closer. “How many of you did he take out?”

“Seven dead. Four wounded, sinchi.”

“And how many were sent after him?”

“Fifteen.”

“Fifteen of you, and he took out more than half. Disgraceful.” He turned his gaze back on Shige. “My resources were limited as it is, and you do this.”

“I did not come here to have you bore me to death.” Shige clenched his teeth. He wanted to tear Pampa’s throat out, but if he did that, he’d never see Phil again. He needed to cool his head.

“No. You came because I took something of yours.” Pampa nodded to one of his men who disappeared. “I was afraid you’d grown toothless in your old age. The Shige I knew was something to be feared. After the way you shredded those fools, I’m glad to see you’ve still got your fangs.”

Shige bit down on his anger. He wouldn’t give Pampa the satisfaction of a response.

“You can’t tell me you don’t miss it. The power, the veneration? We were gods. Why would you want to go back to being like them?”

Pampa had never let go of those days. The ruins of it were all around them, the cavernous corpse of some great beast he hoped to one day resurrect. The humans in his territory had been terrified, preyed upon by an unseen force without knowing why. He’d do the same to Shige’s territory too if he wasn’t stopped. Shige should have killed him when he had the chance.

He continued to give Pampa nothing, keeping his thoughts his own. No sense in encouraging him to monologue when Shige already guessed his thoughts.

The door opened and several more of Pampa’s men filed in. Phil was between them.

Shige tried to rise and go to Phil, but the man holding him twisted his arms, renewing the break. He gritted through the pain. His injuries weren’t important.

Phil looked unhurt where they made him sit at Pampa’s feet. His eyes were wide and a fine tremble moved through him.

“Shige! Your arm…”

“Are you alright? Has he hurt you?”

Pampa chuckled, watching them with a broad, false smile. “This is all very touching.”

“You have me here. Let him go.”

“I will when I’m done with him.”

What more did he want? Shige was here; Pampa had won.

“What do you want?”

“To talk. Why did you abandon your nature? Why did you leave?” Then, Pampa’s dark eyes lit up as if he’d found the answer on his own.

“It’s because of the boy, isn’t it?”

Hate and surprised roared to life in Shige’s gut. He tried to keep his face impassive, but something slipped through.

A greasy grin slit Pampa’s face ear to ear. He passed his fingers into Phil’s hair with a familiarity he hadn’t earned. Phil looked ill from the unfamiliar touch. “Let me tell you a story about our mutual friend here.”

“A long time ago, he was just like me. We were comrades. He accepted his place was at the top of the food chain, and he reveled in it. For years, we took what we wanted, made sure humans, like you, knew their purpose. Then one day, he was gone. Poof. No explanation. Nothing. What happened was he came to understand his own greatness as a force of nature, and it scared him.

“You see, we had a party some years ago, as we always did. Shige woke up the next day to a number of bodies in his room, which wasn’t unusual. But among those discards was a child. A boy.” Pampa shrugged. “I sent him as a gift. A delicacy. Apparently, Shige didn’t appreciate it.”

Shige’s stomach constricted as he listened, his gaze locked on Pampa. He was too afraid to look at Phil, too afraid of finally being seen for what he was. That had been Shige once, drunk on his own power, leaving crimson footprints wherever he went with no regard for the lives he ended. He was chaos. An avatar of Amatsu-Mikaboshi. Had he kept the company of Pampa and those like him, he still would be. There was no point in trying to explain how he’d been so drunk that he hadn’t known. Only then did he realize he was out of control, that that wasn’t who he wanted to be. Pampa wouldn’t understand and Phil… Shige never meant for him to know this.

Phil slid away from Pampa’s hand, though, the guards made sure he didn’t get far. He tucked his hands under his arms, holding himself out of Pampa’s reach.

“He’s nothing like you.”

His conviction took Shige’s breath. Did he realize what he was saying?

Pampa laughed so loud and hard his belly shook. “You’re right. We’re nothing alike. I’m not a wolf masquerading as a sheep. I take what I want. I know what I deserve.” He snapped his fingers, and Phil was made to kneel the same way Shige was. Pampa rose from his throne and embraced Phil from behind. The nurse went rigid as Pampa’s thick fingers tugged at the neck of his shirt.

Shige thrashed against his jailer, his arm singing with pain. “Let him go, Pampa.”

“It’s sad, that you’ve forgotten yourself—your truest self. But I‘ll remind you.” Pampa’s men held Phil’s arms out at his sides, keeping him from struggling. Shige couldn’t bear to answer the question in his eyes. His heart hammered in his chest, full and aching.

“Don’t do it, Pampa.” He knew that if that had been an option, Pampa would have offered it. No, the sack of shit had worse things in mind. Shige knew it, but he didn’t want it to be true.

Shige groped about for the words to make this easier though he knew very well there was way this could ever be easy or right. He tried to hold Phil’s gaze with his. “It’s OK.” Not once in his life had he endeavored to comfort another. This was all far from OK, but he had nothing else he could give Phil. “You can get through this. You’re strong. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Pampa ate all this up. Enmity turned Shige’s insides to cinders. He cursed Pampa. He cursed his own inability to stop this from happening. That burned him most of all.

Pampa held Shige’s gaze as he grabbed Phil’s jaw, wrenching his head to the side. Watching this all felt revoltingly pornographic, but Shige didn’t dare look away. This was the result of his error, his sin.

 Nasu is available on Amazon: ebook and paperback
You can connect with Jet though his website, Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads.