Today I am so pleased to welcome AF Henley to Joyfully Jay. Henley has come to talk to us about Wolf, en Garde (Book 2 of the Wolf series). Henley has also brought along a tour wide giveaway. Please join me in giving a big welcome!
We’re almost at the end of the blog tour and giveaway for my newest release, Wolf en Garde, and I’ve been having way too good of a time with these posts. And why not, right? I’ve been granted the chance to share with the friends I made on previous tours, meet some new ones, and had the opportunity to spend some time with the characters in the novel again. See, for anyone joining the tour for the first time, that’s what I’ve been doing: introducing and re-introducing the characters and places found in the story through tiny teasers from the novel. At least, I have been up to now. Now I’d like to introduce you to a non-character.
I know… what’s a non-character? Well, first off, I can promise you that I’m not referring to a code point that is permanently reserved in the Unicode Standard for internal use and is made up of exactly sixty-six characters (thank you, Google). Because I don’t even understand what that means. What a non-character is to me, is a character that doesn’t really exist in the story, but who comes into play through the memories or thoughts of someone else.
There are a lot of studies, papers, and musings that go on about how our memories identify and/or express the kind of people that we are. The reason for this is that memories are not actually fixed, unchanging possessions of our mind. They fade, brighten, modify and morph as the brain processes them. A memory can become a complete lie with enough time. And a memory experienced in a dream is even more likely to carry fabrications or modifications. How one person’s mind stores, develops, and experiences a memory tells us far more about that person than it does about what happened in the past.
Before I present the teaser, though, I want to remind you that in appreciation for you joining me, I’m running a giveaway that will get one lucky winner their very own signed, print copy of Wolf en Garde, a sterling silver (nickel and lead-free) Howling Wolf Bangle, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market! Be sure to read to the bottom of the post to find out how to enter. I would also like to take this opportunity to offer up a huge thank you to Joyfully Jay for hosting today. It’s an honour and a pleasure to be back on your site and I can’t thank you enough for doing what you do to help authors and readers alike. And a great big thank you to you, my friends, for reading and joining me. Best of luck with the giveaway!
Now, with great pleasure, I finally present to you a peek at the former…
Tiny Teaser: Introducing – Mrs. O’Connell
The idea that he was dreaming wasn’t something Lyle questioned in the least. The odor of fetid water and decaying rodents was nonexistent. The lights flickered, as they always did, but the dampness wasn’t making his bare skin bump up with goose flesh, and the soles of his feet were dry and warm even on the litter-slicked, mold-spotted surface of the concrete. He also wasn’t following the anxious pleas of a… well, whoever it had been that Lyle had heard earlier that morning in the tunnels. He was following a song. Sung by a woman. In a voice he knew.
I left my darling lying there, a-lying there, a-lying there; I left my darling lying there among the swaying grasses…
The lines were sung very quietly, and the echoes that followed the words seemed to dance around him like the gentle puffs of fresh air through an open window. He remembered real wood paneling, the smooth back and forth of a well-loved rocking chair, and a pair of arms that were both smooth to the touch and yet strong enough to lift him off his feet even though he’d been “such a big boy for his age.”
I followed o’er the otter tracks, the rabbit tracks, the possum tracks; I followed o’er the many tracks all through the swaying grasses…
Years… it had been years since he’d heard that song. That voice. The patient, soothing, perfect voice of his mother. And why, oh God and glory, why would her voice be in suck a dank and desolate spot?
The walls here, similar to the real-life version, were decaled and bedazzled with stickers and graffiti but they no longer read that Washington = Conspiracy, that It IS as bad as you think it is, or encouraged him to Suck a Dick for Jesus. These were much more pointed. Philosophical, even.
The truth remains the truth no matter how gilded the lie.
Do not rest when you can crawl, crawl when you can walk, or walk when you can run.
A false prophet is the servant of evil.
“But he who follows is the slave of ignorance,” Lyle mumbled. The quote was only half there, but he recited the rest from memory. And where had he heard that before? A teacher? A textbook? No, his father. Maybe?
A dream slipped inside his dream, a combination of memory and illusion, as most dreams that recalled childhood seemed to be:
Lyle sat on the parking lot beside the playground, clutching his bleeding knee and trying to will away the tears that kept spilling out of his eyes. “But he said that it was okay. He said all the other kids do it all the time!”
His mother knelt, cupped his chin and forced him to look up. Away from the blood and the stones imbedded in his skin, and up, up, up into her eyes. She’d been angry. Why was she angry? He was the one who was bleeding and hurt!
“Just because someone says something is right doesn’t mean it is right, Lyle. Today you jumped from the shed. Will it be a bridge tomorrow?”
“But he said—”
“Then he lied,” his mother said, her voice dry and her tone crisp and sharp. “And you followed that lie without question. A false prophet is the servant of evil. But Lyle—” She stared at him until he stared back. “He who follows is the slave of ignorance.”
As if he’d never left the first dream, Lyle turned his head. The tunnel once again appeared around him and the soft singing continued to bounce off the walls.
I found my darling lying there, a-lying there, a-lying there; I found my darling lying there among the swaying grasses…
And suddenly Lyle didn’t want to hear the last line of the song. It was sad, he remembered. Painfully, horribly sad, about dead loves and too much time passing.
He called out, “You! You there singing. Show your face!”
Wolf, en Garde Excerpt
© AF Henley, 2016
Three years ago Lyle made a mistake that cost him his freedom, and almost his life. Now, sick to death of watching his father love the man that Lyle wanted, Lyle accepts an offer to leave Wolf, WY behind and see what life in Washington, D.C. can do for him instead.
When Lyle comes across a seductive, attractive stranger with a fascinating yet terrifying view of humanity, he’s more than intrigued. It doesn’t take Lyle long to realize that Arius isn’t just playing games, though, and when Lyle runs across a secret in Arius’ lair he has no choice but to flee, even knowing his actions will enrage Arius.
On the run, with only a psychic’s second sight and his own instinct to help him, Lyle has nowhere to go but home. The only question is, will they have him when he shows up.
Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Notes: Wolf, WY contains some explicit and violent content
Book 2 in the Wolf series
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley has been proudly publishing with Less Than Three Press since 2012.
For more information, please stop by for a visit at afhenley.com.
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