Tuesday, 27 September 2011


Forever Dusk is released by Silver Publishing on the 29 October 2011...here's a little taste...

Jonah ran a hand through his chestnut colored hair and winced when the huge costume ring he was wearing got caught in the soft waves. "This club had better be worth all the hype. I look like a refugee from a Dracula audition." He glanced over at Theo as he turned down an alleyway and steered the car to a stop. "What's this girl's name again?"
"Clarissa," Theo said, on a breathy sigh.
Jonah rolled his eyes. There it was again, the same stupid dreamy-eyed look Theo had been getting ever since he'd met this girl in the student union last weekend. "Will you stop thinking with your dick and concentrate," Jonah grumbled. "What time did Goth girl say she was meeting us?"
"Eleven," Theo replied, turning off the engine and palming his keys. Turning to look at Jonah, he licked his thumb and reached toward his friend. "Your eyeliner is smudged."
"Dude," Jonah cringed, batting Theo's hand away. "I'll deal with my own eyeliner thanks. Which has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever said." Pulling down the mirror on the visor, he swiped a thumb underneath his eye.
Theo shrugged, glancing at his watch and pulling at the black ruffled shirt he was wearing. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about a little bit of make-up. Don't you people wear it all the time?"
"You people?" Jonah huffed incredulously. "You're lucky we're friends, pal, or I'd be punching you in your stupid face right now. Just because I'm gay does not mean I wear lip gloss, eyeliner and mince around in a pink tutu." He frowned at his best friend. "I find your stereotypical remarks offensive. But then I find most things about you offensive."
"Says the guy in the tight leather pants and satin shirt," Theo drawled back, not the slightest bit put out at the slur upon his character.
Jonah growled something about Theo's parentage not being quite legal and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. The cold night air permeated the thin fabric of the ruffled satin immediately and he folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to retain some body heat. He thought of his nice warm room, with its nice warm couch and its nice warm TV. Jonah never really knew how he let Theo talk him into these things. Surely he knew well enough by now not to be sucked in when the "best friend" card was played? Obviously not, his inner voice whispered in his ear. If you did, you wouldn't be standing in a cold, dark alley dressed like an Anne Rice reject, while Theo waited for the flavor of the week.
       Theo had met Goth girl or, cue breathy sigh, Clarissa, last week at the student union. Her band had been playing and, for Theo, it had been lust at first sight. The feeling appeared to be mutual, judging by the way Clarissa had run her hands through Theo's short blond hair and sucked his face off between sets. She'd just been one of Theo's many conquests, entranced by his striking blue eyes and easy manner, until she'd started talking about Forever Dusk, this fabulous club they just had to try. It was a theme club she'd said, her voice low and excited as her deep brown eyes had looked back and forth between Jonah and Theo. Everyone dressed in Gothic garb and pretended to be vampires, right down to the fake fangs and puncture wounds. Apparently, the music was epic, the weed even more so and some of the patrons even went so far as to take a little nibble.

I hope this whet your appetite...see you on the 29th!

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