Ask the Author: P.T. Denys
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P.T. Denys
Thank you so much for reaching out. It took me a minute but I was able to respond to your question tonight. Yes, I am for sure still working on the third book! :)
P.T. Denys
Hey Lee, sorry to have missed your question. I didn't see this until someone asked a question recently and I saw this was unanswered from over a year ago. Again, my apologies. While I may not get on my Goodreads author profile a lot, I can tell you that I am still writing and am still working on their story - see the other answer I posted tonight. I promise - it will come!
And, as an extra apology - I'll tell you first - I've also been working on a completely new book as well. This is the story of Langston and Chase...and this is the first anyone has heard of it (excuse typos - it for sure has not gone through an editor and who knows if this will ever make it to the final). My apology to you for taking a YEAR to answer your question.
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"Langston had never been scared of Chase. Langston had the broad shoulders and square jawline you might think of when you think of Captain America with black hair, Chase came in just a few inches shorter than Langston, leaner build and the high cheekbones one usually associates with the likes of Johnny Depp, but strong. Though Langston was stronger.
Chase had always been eccentric. He was beautifully wild in his artistic vision. What was it they said about madness and genius? That was Chase. In the beginning, before they even knew the definition of eccentric, Langston felt drawn into the wildness, the passion, and the possessiveness. And Chase was every bit as enamored with Langston. His strength, his protectiveness, and his ability to tame the storm that raged on in Chase's world. They wanted the love that drew them together, the love where they had to love each other or hate each other because there was no in-between.
Langston had grown up with doctors as parents, both of them, just like he'd become. They were, removed, showed little emotion. When he met Chase in college the friendship formed fast with nights of endless banter and wine. Chase was pursuing a degree in theater, he wanted to be a director, he introduced Langston to absurdist theater, avant-garde art, and abstract novels. All things Langston's parents never thought he should waste his time on. Chase attended political marches, ranted passionately about the breakdown of the government, and talked about eventually abandoning the US and gaining citizenship in Portugal.
Langston was young and Chase was everything he wanted to be - wild, carefree, full of life, love, passion, creativity, and this was all before they ever shared a kiss.
They were inseparable. Langston loved the adventure, the danger, the life Chase introduced him to and Chase loved the way Langston worshiped him. Chase knew that Langston hung onto his every word and Chase's reckless soul craved that, needed that. Chase would dance in circles, entertaining Langston until his feet bled if that would keep that fire in Langston's eyes.
They went from being best friends to being insatiable lovers overnight because there was no slow burn for Chase. Once he realized he wanted Langston, he tested the waters a little, had to be sure before making his move, because as arrogant as he was, he truly did love Langston and wasn't willing to lose his friendship. As soon as he was sure Langston would return any romantic overtures put forth by Chase, Chase went all in.
Still a starving college student, Chase didn't come from money or family support like Langston, he spent every cent he had on a grand gesture and rented a tux and limo for a night at the theater and a hotel in the city. It wasn't until Chase let Langston into the hotel room that Langston realized that their friendship was moving to something else entirely. Chase had been prepared to turn on his charm and play every card he had to seduce Langston into bed that night but Langston surprised both of them by turning the tables and emerging the dominate party in the bedroom that night, and every night going forward.
There was a friendship, and then a relationship that classmates, then friends, then family, and eventually the media commented on - they were beautiful and charismatic. They were Langston and Chase. Then the doctor and the actor. Then they were the doctor, the director, and the child.
So for Langston, who was bigger and stronger and not scared of Chase at all. For Langston, who understood Chase and all his demons, Langston who also saw them as the world saw them - as something special - he, when his own body lay beaten and bloody on the floor, he had never used the word abuse, had honestly never even had the word enter his mind - Langston was only thankful he was able to be what Chase needed him to be. Strong."
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So, yes - still writing. Kevin and Rick will have their story told.
And, I guess- so now, will Langston's story!
And, as an extra apology - I'll tell you first - I've also been working on a completely new book as well. This is the story of Langston and Chase...and this is the first anyone has heard of it (excuse typos - it for sure has not gone through an editor and who knows if this will ever make it to the final). My apology to you for taking a YEAR to answer your question.
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"Langston had never been scared of Chase. Langston had the broad shoulders and square jawline you might think of when you think of Captain America with black hair, Chase came in just a few inches shorter than Langston, leaner build and the high cheekbones one usually associates with the likes of Johnny Depp, but strong. Though Langston was stronger.
Chase had always been eccentric. He was beautifully wild in his artistic vision. What was it they said about madness and genius? That was Chase. In the beginning, before they even knew the definition of eccentric, Langston felt drawn into the wildness, the passion, and the possessiveness. And Chase was every bit as enamored with Langston. His strength, his protectiveness, and his ability to tame the storm that raged on in Chase's world. They wanted the love that drew them together, the love where they had to love each other or hate each other because there was no in-between.
Langston had grown up with doctors as parents, both of them, just like he'd become. They were, removed, showed little emotion. When he met Chase in college the friendship formed fast with nights of endless banter and wine. Chase was pursuing a degree in theater, he wanted to be a director, he introduced Langston to absurdist theater, avant-garde art, and abstract novels. All things Langston's parents never thought he should waste his time on. Chase attended political marches, ranted passionately about the breakdown of the government, and talked about eventually abandoning the US and gaining citizenship in Portugal.
Langston was young and Chase was everything he wanted to be - wild, carefree, full of life, love, passion, creativity, and this was all before they ever shared a kiss.
They were inseparable. Langston loved the adventure, the danger, the life Chase introduced him to and Chase loved the way Langston worshiped him. Chase knew that Langston hung onto his every word and Chase's reckless soul craved that, needed that. Chase would dance in circles, entertaining Langston until his feet bled if that would keep that fire in Langston's eyes.
They went from being best friends to being insatiable lovers overnight because there was no slow burn for Chase. Once he realized he wanted Langston, he tested the waters a little, had to be sure before making his move, because as arrogant as he was, he truly did love Langston and wasn't willing to lose his friendship. As soon as he was sure Langston would return any romantic overtures put forth by Chase, Chase went all in.
Still a starving college student, Chase didn't come from money or family support like Langston, he spent every cent he had on a grand gesture and rented a tux and limo for a night at the theater and a hotel in the city. It wasn't until Chase let Langston into the hotel room that Langston realized that their friendship was moving to something else entirely. Chase had been prepared to turn on his charm and play every card he had to seduce Langston into bed that night but Langston surprised both of them by turning the tables and emerging the dominate party in the bedroom that night, and every night going forward.
There was a friendship, and then a relationship that classmates, then friends, then family, and eventually the media commented on - they were beautiful and charismatic. They were Langston and Chase. Then the doctor and the actor. Then they were the doctor, the director, and the child.
So for Langston, who was bigger and stronger and not scared of Chase at all. For Langston, who understood Chase and all his demons, Langston who also saw them as the world saw them - as something special - he, when his own body lay beaten and bloody on the floor, he had never used the word abuse, had honestly never even had the word enter his mind - Langston was only thankful he was able to be what Chase needed him to be. Strong."
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So, yes - still writing. Kevin and Rick will have their story told.
And, I guess- so now, will Langston's story!
P.T. Denys
Hello Loon, thank you for reaching out!
Yes, there is a third book. The story is not over. I've been working on it for years. Regularly! It's a tricky one. The end of book two, the boys are in such a difficult place and they are really struggling to find their way...I'm still not sure where their path will take them, but it's not an easy one and I think that's why this book has been so hard. In the first two, it was always kind of a given - they had each other for the bulk of both books but this one, that is not necessarily a given and it's really hard for both of them.
As for your second question - are the letters and packages sent to Kevin real or part of his hallucination? That is an excellent question and one I think we all would like to know... ;)
Don't give up on them - they are still here, still fighting and their story is not done.
Yes, there is a third book. The story is not over. I've been working on it for years. Regularly! It's a tricky one. The end of book two, the boys are in such a difficult place and they are really struggling to find their way...I'm still not sure where their path will take them, but it's not an easy one and I think that's why this book has been so hard. In the first two, it was always kind of a given - they had each other for the bulk of both books but this one, that is not necessarily a given and it's really hard for both of them.
As for your second question - are the letters and packages sent to Kevin real or part of his hallucination? That is an excellent question and one I think we all would like to know... ;)
Don't give up on them - they are still here, still fighting and their story is not done.
P.T. Denys
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P.T. Denys
I am not sure how I missed this question. I don't get on the author portion of Goodreads often but I do check the questions every now and then. So sorry. Yes, I am working on a 3rd book - as well as some novellas from some of the other characters.
P.T. Denys
I just saw this question. I'm sorry it took me so long to see it. I didn’t get a notification and I don’t often come to my own page so I am sorry about that.
Man – soon? Problem is, I am a bit of a perfectionist. It could probably be released now and most people would be fine with it. But I’m not. There are some details that I feel really need to be in this book that just haven’t made it in.
For example, Rick has a tattoo – a few actually to cover the scars from his childhood– I’ve known this for a while but it took me some time to figure out what the tattoos were and where they are located on his body. Now I have to go in and find the places in the book where I can talk about them. See, something that most people probably don’t care about but it doesn’t feel complete yet.
I had a crazy few months where I wasn’t able to work on The Cycle but thinking I might be able to dive in again now. So, if all goes as planned, I will send to my editor within the next month or so for the final read through then off to the publishing house.
Fingers crossed and thank you for your interest!
PT
Man – soon? Problem is, I am a bit of a perfectionist. It could probably be released now and most people would be fine with it. But I’m not. There are some details that I feel really need to be in this book that just haven’t made it in.
For example, Rick has a tattoo – a few actually to cover the scars from his childhood– I’ve known this for a while but it took me some time to figure out what the tattoos were and where they are located on his body. Now I have to go in and find the places in the book where I can talk about them. See, something that most people probably don’t care about but it doesn’t feel complete yet.
I had a crazy few months where I wasn’t able to work on The Cycle but thinking I might be able to dive in again now. So, if all goes as planned, I will send to my editor within the next month or so for the final read through then off to the publishing house.
Fingers crossed and thank you for your interest!
PT
P.T. Denys
Hello Lee,
You have the honor of being the first person to ask a question on my Goodreads profile – thank you!! And thank you for your kinds words.
I am writing a sequel. There is still a lot of story to tell. Rick has to return home to save a little brother (son of step-mom and dad) born after he left home. He finds out that this little brother is now being abused. There will be many demons – both past and present – that he will need to confront.
It's slow going – I have a very busy life – but it's coming along.
And because you inquired about the sequel – here are a few snippets that I posted on facebook awhile back. They are rough, have not been edited and may or may not get into the final version…but it will give you a taste of what is to come.
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I paused with my hand on the front doorknob, fear slamming into me. I was aware that I hadn’t been back to this house in over 15 years. Now, standing with only a door separating me from my dad, I found myself again flooded with painful memories.
After several moments of fighting the urge to run, I squared my shoulders and pushed open the door. It surprised me when it opened so easily, obviously the tightness that use to make it stick had worn through the years.
My knees almost buckled as I reached the stairs that led to my bedroom, now Isaac’s room. Remembering how many times he’d chased me to my room and the anniversary of Jason’s death when he’d thrown me down the stairs. I pushed past the memories slamming through me as I made my way to the kitchen and living area.
I saw Sylvia sitting at the same old dining room table reading a newspaper. She took her time looking up to me, probably expecting me to be Isaac. When her gaze met mine she paused a moment before quietly whispering “Honey." Followed by a slight glance towards the front room.
As I entered the kitchen, I looked to the left, not surprised to find my dad in his usual spot with a game on the TV.
My throat became dry and rough as I tried to swallow. He looked older, more gray in his hair but much like I remembered him. The same hands, curling around his beer can. The same fingers that had curled around my arm so many times. “Honey!” Sylvia said more forcefully, looking directly at my dad.
“What?” He asked gruffly from his place on the couch, eyes focused on the game.
“Hiya, dad.” I forced out sarcastically, trying to mask the shaking in my voice.
His head snapped in my direction as he pulled himself up and off the couch. My stomach tightened in knots and I forced myself not to take a step back at his sudden movement.
“Rick?” He asked quietly and as I watched the emotions play on his face. I was surprised when he looked somewhat happy.
He took a step forward and I blurted out. “I’m here for Isaac.” Nothing like cutting right to the chase, I thought.
His lips turned down a little and his eyes narrowed, “What?”
“Isaac. He’s leaving with me.” I hadn’t planned on doing things so abruptly but I wanted to get it over with, to get out of their house and away from him.
"What are you talking about? Our Isaac?” Sylvia asked.
“Yes.” I said simply, knowing I should probably say more but unable to find the words.
“What? Why?” She stammered.
“He’s not safe here. He’s leaving with me,” I said bluntly.
“If you expect me to stand by…” she began.
Her words enraged me and helped me find my voice. “You stood by and watched him hurt me for years and you’re doing the same now with Isaac. I think that’s exactly what I expect you to do. Stand by and stay out of it like you always have." I snapped at her, finding my strength.
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"As his fingers weaved through the strands towards the back of my head, I felt them slowly come to a stop at the base of my neck. Pulling my head forward gently, he brought his lips to mine, softly and tenderly. “Please, Rick.” He kissed me, “You have to see that you deserve to be loved.” As his tongue swept past my lips, I threw my arms around him, taking his mouth into mine. I wanted to taste the sunshine that always seemed to be in his soul. The heart and kindness that saw pain in this world and fought it with love, not anger."
I hope you enjoyed them and keep in touch on facebook to follow my progress - I promise to post more snippets along the way.
www.facebook.com/ptdenysauthor
www.facebook.com/ptdenys
Cheers -
PT
You have the honor of being the first person to ask a question on my Goodreads profile – thank you!! And thank you for your kinds words.
I am writing a sequel. There is still a lot of story to tell. Rick has to return home to save a little brother (son of step-mom and dad) born after he left home. He finds out that this little brother is now being abused. There will be many demons – both past and present – that he will need to confront.
It's slow going – I have a very busy life – but it's coming along.
And because you inquired about the sequel – here are a few snippets that I posted on facebook awhile back. They are rough, have not been edited and may or may not get into the final version…but it will give you a taste of what is to come.
________________________________________________
I paused with my hand on the front doorknob, fear slamming into me. I was aware that I hadn’t been back to this house in over 15 years. Now, standing with only a door separating me from my dad, I found myself again flooded with painful memories.
After several moments of fighting the urge to run, I squared my shoulders and pushed open the door. It surprised me when it opened so easily, obviously the tightness that use to make it stick had worn through the years.
My knees almost buckled as I reached the stairs that led to my bedroom, now Isaac’s room. Remembering how many times he’d chased me to my room and the anniversary of Jason’s death when he’d thrown me down the stairs. I pushed past the memories slamming through me as I made my way to the kitchen and living area.
I saw Sylvia sitting at the same old dining room table reading a newspaper. She took her time looking up to me, probably expecting me to be Isaac. When her gaze met mine she paused a moment before quietly whispering “Honey." Followed by a slight glance towards the front room.
As I entered the kitchen, I looked to the left, not surprised to find my dad in his usual spot with a game on the TV.
My throat became dry and rough as I tried to swallow. He looked older, more gray in his hair but much like I remembered him. The same hands, curling around his beer can. The same fingers that had curled around my arm so many times. “Honey!” Sylvia said more forcefully, looking directly at my dad.
“What?” He asked gruffly from his place on the couch, eyes focused on the game.
“Hiya, dad.” I forced out sarcastically, trying to mask the shaking in my voice.
His head snapped in my direction as he pulled himself up and off the couch. My stomach tightened in knots and I forced myself not to take a step back at his sudden movement.
“Rick?” He asked quietly and as I watched the emotions play on his face. I was surprised when he looked somewhat happy.
He took a step forward and I blurted out. “I’m here for Isaac.” Nothing like cutting right to the chase, I thought.
His lips turned down a little and his eyes narrowed, “What?”
“Isaac. He’s leaving with me.” I hadn’t planned on doing things so abruptly but I wanted to get it over with, to get out of their house and away from him.
"What are you talking about? Our Isaac?” Sylvia asked.
“Yes.” I said simply, knowing I should probably say more but unable to find the words.
“What? Why?” She stammered.
“He’s not safe here. He’s leaving with me,” I said bluntly.
“If you expect me to stand by…” she began.
Her words enraged me and helped me find my voice. “You stood by and watched him hurt me for years and you’re doing the same now with Isaac. I think that’s exactly what I expect you to do. Stand by and stay out of it like you always have." I snapped at her, finding my strength.
_______________________________________
"As his fingers weaved through the strands towards the back of my head, I felt them slowly come to a stop at the base of my neck. Pulling my head forward gently, he brought his lips to mine, softly and tenderly. “Please, Rick.” He kissed me, “You have to see that you deserve to be loved.” As his tongue swept past my lips, I threw my arms around him, taking his mouth into mine. I wanted to taste the sunshine that always seemed to be in his soul. The heart and kindness that saw pain in this world and fought it with love, not anger."
I hope you enjoyed them and keep in touch on facebook to follow my progress - I promise to post more snippets along the way.
www.facebook.com/ptdenysauthor
www.facebook.com/ptdenys
Cheers -
PT
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