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I have the pleasure of introducing you to Katey Hawthore who writes the most DELICIOUS superhero romances. Every one of her books is on my TBR pile and steaming for me to stop writing long enough to get to it. Remember the content below is EXCLUSIVE. Only members of this Hop get to see it, so enjoy. And keep scrolling to see the prize you can win here on my blog if you leave a comment.
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Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of dark fiction and superpowered romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in the D.C. Metro Area. In her spare time she enjoys comic books, B-movies, loud music, Epiphones, and Bushmills.
Find out more about Katey on her WEBSITE.
Serious thanks to the lovely Tara Lain (and her lovely boys, of course) for letting me crash her blog for the Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt. You’re the best, Tara!
Once upon a time, I wrote this book called Riot Boy. The narrator is a sweet bookstore manager called Etienne, and his love interest is a punk ass called Brady. It doesn’t take long for Et to figure out that Brady is running, or at the very least, hiding from something in his past. Or someone.
So today, without spoiling Riot Boy utterly, I’m bringing some Brady backstory to the party. This is a bit from an upcoming book (no contract, so no date yet, but hey, it works in re: Riot Boy!) told by Brady’s cousin and former co-conspirator, Malory.
Brady sat down at the edge of my bed and gave me a little shake. “Mal. Malory. Wake up, man.”
“Fuck off,” I said. “It’s like three in the morning.”
“Two. Hey. Mal, look at me.”
So I did. He was in full eyeliner-and-hair-gel getup. I sat up and shoved him over so I could pull my legs up under me, and said, “What?”
But I knew what, because his backpack was at his feet.
“I’m leaving,” he said.
So I said, “Course you are. Look, just gimme a date I can give Dad to get him off my back. He’s a pain in the ass when you do this.”
He shook his head. “Not coming back.”
“Whatever, fuck you.” I tried to stretch out and put my head back on the pillow.
Brady grabbed my arm and held me there, made me look him in the eye. “Come with me.”
I yanked my arm away from him. I wanted to beg him again. I always begged him, and even if he didn’t always listen, he always came back.
But I couldn’t that time. I don’t know why. There was just something in me that was so fucking tired. The best I could do was, “Don’t. Brady… just, don’t. Please.” And even then, I tasted sick in the back of my mouth.
“You want me to stay and watch him kill you little by little? That it?”
“Don’t be a queen.”
He grabbed me again, this time hard enough that long, freezing cold fingers made little indents in my arm. “Fucking listen to me. You remember how we used to talk about when it was our turn? When we finally got to take over, how it was going to be different? Well, you think that’s gonna happen so long as he’s around?”
“So pray for another car accident.”
He shoved me, and I let him, then leaned against the wall.
He growled, “I already did. No one’s answering.”
“Maybe we should find the fucker cut Vic’s brakes and get him to do Dad’s, then.”
“You don’t believe that paranoid bullshit any more than I do.”
“Then I guess it’s too bad. Jesus, Brady, don’t pull this shit right now. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
He shook his head again. “That miserable old bastard is never gonna let you go. We been busting our asses for him these last months, and he keeps coming back at us with ‘one more time, boys, one last job’ now we’ve got it down. It’ll never end. You’ll waste your whole life trying to make him happy. You have to leave.”
The other times, he hadn’t done that. Hadn’t shoved how pathetic I was in my face like that. Maybe I deserved it, but it was a goddamn slap in the face. “Yeah, well, now I see why you were working so hard for once, I guess. Leaving us with a clear conscience. Mighty big of you, Brady. I sure do appreciate the thought.”
“Malory –“
“I’m not gonna leave him, dickhead. You don’t leave people you love. You just — you fucking don’t. You ever loved someone, you might know that. Now fuck off and let me sleep.”
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| Malory by Astro |
Brady, that asshole, he made those big puppy dog eyes and I felt like shit. I slid back down in the blankets and rolled over again so I wouldn’t have to see them.
He didn’t move. “Please come with me, Mal. I’m not gonna sit here and beg you all night, but I really want you to. If you don’t…”
“What?” I asked into the pillow. “What happens if I don’t, Brady? I’m fucking dying to know.”
“I’m not calling. I’m not writing. I can’t risk him finding out where I am, because I’m not coming back.”
I don’t think I ever really believed him, the other times. This time, there was just more sick in the back of my mouth. “Yeah, well I guess I don’t want you to, if that’s how you feel.”
“You’re my brother. I love you. But –“
“I love you but ain’t the same as I love you. So spare me the bullshit and get out of here, if you’re going. Let me sleep, for Christ’s sake.”
What I meant was, “Don’t you dare leave me here alone to rot in this dirty fucking cage.”
And that motherfucker knew it. He knew it as he walked right out the basement door with nothing but a backpack and a guitar and never looked back.
In retrospect, I know that if I’d somehow kept him there, he would’ve broken his wings banging off the bars. The part of me that couldn’t help loving him was secretly glad that he had the guts — no, the brains to do it before that happened.
But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
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