P.T. Denys
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(view spoiler)[Thank you so much for the question! How is the third book going? Well, it's going slow but it is going.
A few things happened with the 3rd book - first, Kevin got stuck. I didn't expect the ending of the 2nd book and as an author, wasn't prepared for it. Without too many spoilers, we know Kevin ended up in a bad place and honestly, I am still struggling to help him find his way back.
In the meantime, the other characters have decide they have stories they want to tell as well. Tristan (their best friend) and Isaac (Rick's little brother) both have quite a lot to say. And strangely enough, so does Rick's dad. So, I've been letting them have some time on their own to share their stories. Which means, I've been working on 4 different stories that all overlap and it's proving a little tricky and time intensive to navigate it all!
With all that said, thanks again for checking in and asking. The long and short of it is that their story is still unfolding and I am still working on it.
In the meantime, here is a little snippet into Tristan's world. A little something to hold you over.
This is a draft and hasn't been run through my editor - so excuse the typos. And who knows, it may never make the final cut but you do get a glimpse into his life and a few hints of where his story might lead. It's when he first meets Kevin and Rick.
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The guitar chords echoed with a not so distant lived pain but it wasn't until the voice sliced through the music and the crowds that my eyes sought out the singer. I paused wiping down the counter with a wet rag, stalled in my inability to focus on anything but the heartbreak and hope that seemed to reverberate off the man on stage. It wasn't his looks or really even his voice or the words he sang that had me grasping on to the edge of the bar, trying to catch my breath.
There was something about his mannerisms, the way he held himself, the way he closed his eyes as he sang through the story he was telling.
Sebastian.
He screamed Sebastian. From the pained expression mixed with naïve optimism to how the words seemed to slide from his mouth with vulnerability and strength. He was everything Sebi could have become…
I left the rag, mid swipe on the counter and met eyes with Tim. "Cover me, will ya?" I didn't wait for a reply as I pushed past him. The nearest exit was the back door, into the ally. I knew I'd find men fucking around but didn't care as a blast of cool night air washed over me. I bent at the waist, elbows resting on my knees as I fought the pain that rolled though me. Deeps breaths. If the military had taught me nothing else, it was how to fucking breath when your life depended on it.
Over the coming months, the man came in often, singing his soul into the crowd of gay men that most would assume were too shallow to hear his message. But, without fail, he stilled the room, and my heart, every time.
He had a partner. A boyfriend? A husband? They were fucking hot. The taller man was high strung in his dominance. The man watched, protected, loved, and I had no doubt, would kill for the singer. The taller man leaned back casually in his chair, giving off the air of "I don’t give a fuck but I dare you to fuck with me and find out."
I watched them carefully, wondering about their story because it was clear they had one. It was also clear that our paths would never cross unless I made it happen. I also knew that approaching the singer alone would be a mistake. Out of respect, it was the other one I had to talk to first.
I watched the taller one for weeks, how he tapped his fingers lightly on the table but with such tension in his arms that I knew he never relaxed. The two were on fire and I knew that approaching them would fuck up my world but like a moth to the flame, their tension and need drew me. I didn't like it. I only skated the worlds of relationships because, well, that was who I was. And all of a sudden, this singer, crying out to me in pain, drawing me into his heart, also brought a man who most certainly would not step aside for me. In fact, there was a good chance he would floor me for even trying to enter the ring. And yet, I wanted in on their world and in on whatever dynamic they had because… well, because of Sebastian and because of the singer.
I learned the singer's schedule and arranged to get off early, before his set ended. The tall man, the one who blasted danger and anger, sat at his table in the back, alone. When I pulled up a chair, he cocked an eyebrow, surprised. People didn't approach him, I knew that. I'd seen that.
He knew who I was, of course he did, I'd been bar tending for months and he was an observant fucker. I sat down a tonic water in front of him, the drink he always ordered, no alcohol. Nodding at the singer I said, "He's talented."
The man nodded politely but didn't say anything. Taking his tonic water and sipping it lightly. That was it. I didn't say anything else and when the singer came down from his set, finding his way to the tall man's arms, I quietly excused myself and went home.
It was nearly two months later when the singer once again started his way towards our table but before I slipped out of my chair that the tall man said quietly, "Wait." As the singer neared, his eyes darted back and forth between the two of us before the taller man rose to his feet and simply said, "This is Tristan."
The singer reached out a hand towards me with a broad smile, "Rick. Nice to meet you." I stood, reaching for his hand in return and smiled.
"Tristan. I bar-tend here." I said, nodding back to the bar.
"Yeah, I know."
"You're good. Really good." I met eyes with his partner, making it clear I wasn't coming on to the singer. Though, I'd be lying if said I hadn't mentally undressed him more than once as he worked through his set list night after night.
"Thanks!" He smiled shyly, dropping his eyes and fuck if that natural submissive tendency didn't stir my cock.
It was nearly a year later and countless wordless nights at the bar when the man, Kevin, I had learned his name only when Rick had mentioned it in passing, when Kevin had invited me to join them for dinner at a restaurant after one of Rick's performances.
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Hope you enjoyed this and feel free to ask me any other questions.
PS - Look for the Audible book of The Cycle soon, just finishing up edits now. (hide spoiler)]
A few things happened with the 3rd book - first, Kevin got stuck. I didn't expect the ending of the 2nd book and as an author, wasn't prepared for it. Without too many spoilers, we know Kevin ended up in a bad place and honestly, I am still struggling to help him find his way back.
In the meantime, the other characters have decide they have stories they want to tell as well. Tristan (their best friend) and Isaac (Rick's little brother) both have quite a lot to say. And strangely enough, so does Rick's dad. So, I've been letting them have some time on their own to share their stories. Which means, I've been working on 4 different stories that all overlap and it's proving a little tricky and time intensive to navigate it all!
With all that said, thanks again for checking in and asking. The long and short of it is that their story is still unfolding and I am still working on it.
In the meantime, here is a little snippet into Tristan's world. A little something to hold you over.
This is a draft and hasn't been run through my editor - so excuse the typos. And who knows, it may never make the final cut but you do get a glimpse into his life and a few hints of where his story might lead. It's when he first meets Kevin and Rick.
___________________________________________________
The guitar chords echoed with a not so distant lived pain but it wasn't until the voice sliced through the music and the crowds that my eyes sought out the singer. I paused wiping down the counter with a wet rag, stalled in my inability to focus on anything but the heartbreak and hope that seemed to reverberate off the man on stage. It wasn't his looks or really even his voice or the words he sang that had me grasping on to the edge of the bar, trying to catch my breath.
There was something about his mannerisms, the way he held himself, the way he closed his eyes as he sang through the story he was telling.
Sebastian.
He screamed Sebastian. From the pained expression mixed with naïve optimism to how the words seemed to slide from his mouth with vulnerability and strength. He was everything Sebi could have become…
I left the rag, mid swipe on the counter and met eyes with Tim. "Cover me, will ya?" I didn't wait for a reply as I pushed past him. The nearest exit was the back door, into the ally. I knew I'd find men fucking around but didn't care as a blast of cool night air washed over me. I bent at the waist, elbows resting on my knees as I fought the pain that rolled though me. Deeps breaths. If the military had taught me nothing else, it was how to fucking breath when your life depended on it.
Over the coming months, the man came in often, singing his soul into the crowd of gay men that most would assume were too shallow to hear his message. But, without fail, he stilled the room, and my heart, every time.
He had a partner. A boyfriend? A husband? They were fucking hot. The taller man was high strung in his dominance. The man watched, protected, loved, and I had no doubt, would kill for the singer. The taller man leaned back casually in his chair, giving off the air of "I don’t give a fuck but I dare you to fuck with me and find out."
I watched them carefully, wondering about their story because it was clear they had one. It was also clear that our paths would never cross unless I made it happen. I also knew that approaching the singer alone would be a mistake. Out of respect, it was the other one I had to talk to first.
I watched the taller one for weeks, how he tapped his fingers lightly on the table but with such tension in his arms that I knew he never relaxed. The two were on fire and I knew that approaching them would fuck up my world but like a moth to the flame, their tension and need drew me. I didn't like it. I only skated the worlds of relationships because, well, that was who I was. And all of a sudden, this singer, crying out to me in pain, drawing me into his heart, also brought a man who most certainly would not step aside for me. In fact, there was a good chance he would floor me for even trying to enter the ring. And yet, I wanted in on their world and in on whatever dynamic they had because… well, because of Sebastian and because of the singer.
I learned the singer's schedule and arranged to get off early, before his set ended. The tall man, the one who blasted danger and anger, sat at his table in the back, alone. When I pulled up a chair, he cocked an eyebrow, surprised. People didn't approach him, I knew that. I'd seen that.
He knew who I was, of course he did, I'd been bar tending for months and he was an observant fucker. I sat down a tonic water in front of him, the drink he always ordered, no alcohol. Nodding at the singer I said, "He's talented."
The man nodded politely but didn't say anything. Taking his tonic water and sipping it lightly. That was it. I didn't say anything else and when the singer came down from his set, finding his way to the tall man's arms, I quietly excused myself and went home.
It was nearly two months later when the singer once again started his way towards our table but before I slipped out of my chair that the tall man said quietly, "Wait." As the singer neared, his eyes darted back and forth between the two of us before the taller man rose to his feet and simply said, "This is Tristan."
The singer reached out a hand towards me with a broad smile, "Rick. Nice to meet you." I stood, reaching for his hand in return and smiled.
"Tristan. I bar-tend here." I said, nodding back to the bar.
"Yeah, I know."
"You're good. Really good." I met eyes with his partner, making it clear I wasn't coming on to the singer. Though, I'd be lying if said I hadn't mentally undressed him more than once as he worked through his set list night after night.
"Thanks!" He smiled shyly, dropping his eyes and fuck if that natural submissive tendency didn't stir my cock.
It was nearly a year later and countless wordless nights at the bar when the man, Kevin, I had learned his name only when Rick had mentioned it in passing, when Kevin had invited me to join them for dinner at a restaurant after one of Rick's performances.
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Hope you enjoyed this and feel free to ask me any other questions.
PS - Look for the Audible book of The Cycle soon, just finishing up edits now. (hide spoiler)]
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Hey, You can't believe how much this series has affected me. I swear it's been on my mind ever since and I just cant stop thinking about a happy ending for everyone. PLEASE tell me there will be a third book soon or tell me they'll be alright. Also I have a question lol..its been bothering me since...where those letters and packages sent to Kevin real or part of his hallucination?
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